5500+ WORDS DO VOTE AND COMMENTS FIRST. 20+ comments it's target because chapter is too long 🥲👍
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The tension in the basement was palpable, the dim light casting long shadows on the cracked walls. Agastya leaned forward, his face half-lit by the solitary bulb, his expression sharp and demanding. Aditya, sitting across from him, shifted uncomfortably, his fingers nervously tapping on the wooden armrest of his chair.
"Where is Cupcake's father?" Agastya's voice cut through the still air, each word carrying the weight of unanswered questions.
Aditya hesitated before responding, his voice low and unsure. "Aruhi ke papa ko maine kabhi nahi dekha. Even I don't know her father's name. Niharika ne kabhi uske pati ka naam nahi liya. Humne bhi kabhi nahi puchha. I think uska pati usse dur rehta hai. Niharika ki mother-in-law ne bataya tha, but no one has ever seen him..."
Agastya's eyes narrowed, disbelief etched across his face. He leaned closer, his voice rising with anger. "What? Are you serious? Bhai, kehti hai wo tumhe, par tumne kabhi use ye nahi puchha? Are you serious, Aditya?"
Aditya raised his hands defensively, his own frustration bubbling to the surface. "No, Agastya. Because wo kabhi batana hi nahi chahti thi. Aur mujhe kya pata tha wo meri Adhrika bhabhi hai! Even maine kabhi Adhrika bhabhi ko dekha tak nahi hai. Then main Niharika se uske past ke baare mein kaise sawal karu?" His voice cracked slightly as he explained, his helplessness evident.
Agastya clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he tried to suppress the storm brewing inside him. His eyes glistened under the dim light as he murmured, almost to himself, "I know where her husband is. Don’t worry, I know everything about her. But I just want to know... why she left me. Sirf mujhe yahi janna hai..." His voice broke at the end, and he looked away, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
Aditya's face softened. He leaned forward, his tone now gentle, attempting to console his brother. "Don't worry, mere bhai. Wo ab tumhare paas hai. Itna kaafi hai tumhare liye."
Agastya’s head snapped toward Aditya, his voice trembling with emotion but laced with determination. "Mere liye wajah janna important hai, Aadi. You know what? Wo itna time mujhse dur rahi hai. Agar pyar nahi tha, to wo us din mujhe gale nahi lagati, mere liye uske aansu nahi aate. Mere liye... meri puri zindagi hai woh. Ab mujhe samajh aa raha hai mere zinda rehne ki wajah." A single tear escaped, trailing down his cheek as his voice cracked under the weight of his emotions.
Aditya stood and placed a reassuring hand on Agastya’s shoulder. "Calm down, Agastya. She is only yours, don’t worry. Unse ek baar wajah puchh lo... wo tumse bhag kyu rahi hai."
Just then, Agastya's phone rang, shattering the fragile moment of calm. He quickly pulled it out, his hands trembling slightly. After listening to the caller, his face turned pale, his expression hardening. He cut the call abruptly and stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the concrete floor. Without a word, he dashed toward the basement stairs, his urgency filling the room with a sense of dread.
