The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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Aviraj and Tarini stroll through the garden, the mansion looming before them with its vast facade gleaming in the night lights. There were loud voices audible, precisely of a fight, which seemed to be coming from the other side of the garden near the L-shaped wing of the house.
"I think it's chachu and chachi," Tarini says, recognizing the voices of Ruchi and Prakash.
Owing to her curiosity, she follows the source of the sound, her footsteps quickening slightly. Aviraj follows close behind, trying to pull her to the other side with him.
"Let's not get involved," he warns slowly, his hand wrapping around her elbow.
But Tarini shakes her head, her eyes fixed in the direction of the noise. "It could be something serious," she says, insistently. His grip on her elbow releases, reluctantly letting her take the lead.
"What do you want me to do? To go and beg your son to come here when he clearly has no interest in doing that?" Prakash's words were clear from distance, his voice laced with frustration.
Tarini glances ahead with concern, while Aviraj's expression doesn't waver, despite being aware the context of their argument. Tushar. He was shifting to India in a few days, but wasn't returning to Mumbai.
Abhyudit had told him the same the other day during their business discussion. They had never shared that bond of brothers with their cousin, but they could understand Tushar. His anger, his coldness, his defensiveness—it all felt justified.
As Aviraj and Tarini head closer, they hear Ruchi rebuke, "He's your son also, and you know he's upset with you. So you can sort out your issues with him, and make him understand."
Prakash, once a politician, had an unsuccessful career in the field of his interest. It was his decision to not opt for family business and pursue politics. The choice wasn't wrong entirely, neither he was responsible for the failure, but the weight of disappointments had been crushing for him.
At last, he had to drop out from that field, and join the family business. Over the years, he moved on and did better for himself, but that lingering failure, pressure, self-reproch continued to stay with him.
And like no one could have imagined, it became the curse for his son to bear and suffer the consequences. To prevent his son from facing what he went through, Prakash imposed his decisions on him with a sense of righteousness.
Tushar was only told to accept everything without question, through pressure or force. From material possessions and friends to studies and career, he wasn't allowed to make a choice for himself, reason being his father's belief that those would lead him to failure.
"You think it's that simple? He doesn't want to listen to you, then you think he would agree to what I say?" Prakash questions, his words laced with a deep-seated resignation.
