love? 2 (On Hold)

Advay in Bareilly😎😨

A huge car stopped roughly in front of a mansion. The mansion seems old and left uncared for years. Opening the car door, a man in his mid thirties came down. He wore plain formals and  black sunglasses. He opened the main gate and it opened with a loud screeching sound like horror movies... He stepped in,stood in the threshold only to look at the front yard...he sighed and said "I missed you home"-
Tears streamed down his eyes and his face was clearly visible - how the oldest servant of the haveli could mistake,
Ser: Advay baba...
Advay Singh Raizada swiped tears and turned to the old man who reared him up with all love and care after his mother passed away, and said,
Adv: Kaka... His voice choked, he hugged him and started crying like a little boy...
The good old man was really sorry for his son like master, he rubbed his back and said,
Ser: When you know you cannot afford  coming back here, why are you choosing to punish yourself - she is long gone, she belongs to someone else, yes, she is back now, but only to fight for her living and her children - she is no more the girl baba she is no more... She is as good as dead now...
Advay shoved off discreetly. Without uttering anything he took out his phone and barked at his servants to arrange his belongings properly and clean up the mansion ASAP. He turned towards the old man and said,
Adv: Kaka, very soon this haveli will be full of sounds, you know na, I hate silence -
He trailed off with a smirk on his face, his look was enough to send chills down the spine of the old man. He ordered his kaka to bring him his favourite sharbat as he is feeling thirsty...
He entered his room, neatly arranged according to his taste, no doubt his servants are eligible enough.
He threw his shoes and socks at a corner of the room, took off his clothes and went to take a shower. When he came out, he saw kaka putting his sharbat, he took a sip and made a disgusted face. He looked at the fallen face of kaka and said,
Adv: You also are good, but nowhere compared to her...
Ser: (disheartened) call me if you need anything.
Adv: (unmindful) Yeah, I do need peace...(senses back) ummm sure kaka, you take rest and tell others not to disturb me(smiles)
Ser: Okay Advay baba...(leaves closing the door behind)
Advay lies down on bed, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil, he keeps on tossing and turning on bed and finally springs up with a jerk.
Adv: I hate you! I hate you! I curse the day you came into my life, you took away everything from me, my heart, my sole attention, everything that was mine is etched with your signs - my dreams, my wishes and my body - yes my body, my soul also, remember the slap? Oh you must have forgotten, so would I if  my father was not the spectator. The slap did nothing in my cheek, not a single patch of red, but it is permanently etched in my soul, it reminds me the pain and humiliation you caused to me. Thirteen years, I am waiting for revenge for bloody thirteen years. You stole my slumber at the very  first day of our meeting, but for last thirteen years, I spend my night fighting and taming the inflammation and ache in my heart, my breath stiffle as your memories run through my mind... But now I am back, I will make you pay for each of  the pain you caused me every night...now you will see what a luxurious hell I prepare for you, just wait and watch!
Taking a vow he closed his eyes and memories started replaying themselves...
Flashback:
Sixteen years old Advay laid on his bed upon his stomach holding a picture of his dead mother who passed away recently and was continuously sobbing until a cold palm of an woman touched his hairs. He looked up, heared his father say,
AdvF: She is sharmila, your new caretaker. I can't bring back your mother, but she will look after you always (becoming emotional). (Wearing back the wall mask)She will be with you from morning 8 to night 10, she has to get back to her home, her daughter so don't make her stay back here in night. Do you get that?
Adv: Yes dad.
Days passed. Sharmila became Advay's most needed commodity. From morning chores to dinner, he always needed her by his side. Sharmila successfully reduced the amount of depression in Advay's mind due to his mother's death.
One fine morning, he came to know that his Sharmila maa would not be coming as her daughter was ill. Throughout the day, Advay missed her presence terribly.
The next day Sharmila came on time and apologized to Advay for nth times. Advay had an idea in his head and he asked his father if Sharmila and her daughter could stay in their house. Sharmila would be able to keep an eye on her daughter and he will get a companion too.
Advay's father didn't deny. He was a busy businessman. He spent most of his days in Delhi and Mumbai handling his offices. Advay's idea would lessen his task to maintain leash upon his son from far. He agreed happily. And he also liked the way Sharmila got along with his boy. Advay was in cloud nine when his dad approved his appeal, he ordered Sharmila to move in ASAP and Sharmila came to Raizada Niwas early next morning.

It was 6:30 am. Advay was sleeping with a happy smile that adorned his face. His smile widened when he heared a musical sound of tinkling of payal... It seemed a beautiful dream...
Splash! He threw open his eyes, saw a face, soft, white skin with a button nose, slightly pink cheeks, plump pink lips widened in mischievous grin and green eyes twinkling in mischief tinged with innocence... long brown locks framed the face. Before he could react, the face turned around. He could only see a girl running out of his room holding a glass, long brown hair flying along with the frills of her frock...
And the music of the tinkling of payal and laughter in a sweet voice kept ringing in his ears even after the girl left.
He inhaled deeply to capture the fresh faint smell of the girl in his lungs and got down from the bed.
Precap: Advay gets to know the girl's identity...
The first chapter ends here. Read, vote and share your views in comments. I will polish my story further only if you let me know my flaws...
               Love, Sarani.