" I need a house to stay, duffer. " Ragini ordered on the phone. " That b*st**d snatched my home too "
"Language Ragu, language...!!!" said the voice from the other side.
Her nostril flared " He deserves that..!! " She shut her eyes to calm herself. " I need to vacate till tomorrow " She sighed.
" Don't worry, I'll arrange everything..!! You don't take stress...!!! " He promised her. " So how's uncle..??Did he know about it..?? "
" No, he didn't. He is still under observation. " She sighed again remembering that she hadn't gone to meet her father till now.
" Take care of him. and yourself too. I'll be back in 2 days "
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" Come soon, duffer. Come soon. "
Before she cut the call she remembered something " O yaa, I forgot to tell you. Nics works for him "
He muttered under his breath " Damn you Nics..!! "
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Ragini looked at her father laying on the hospital bed " How...how is he now..??" She turned to her Mom.
" He is stable now. Doctor said he will be discharge in a week or so "
Ragini gave a weak smile to her and she caressed her head. "Now what happened..??"
" We need to vacate home too. I talked to duffer and he said he will find a good house for us " Misthi take a sharp intake of breath and her eyes filled with tears.
She sobbed and Ragini controlled herself not to join her " Why is he doing all this to us, Ragu..?? "
A tear tripped down from her cheek "The reason is me Mom..!!! The reason is me..!! " She cried out in her heart mumbling it.
It's been a really long day for her. Now she is in kitchen to find something to eat as she hadn't eaten from almost two days and her stomach was constant reminder of it.
Her stomach growled one more time as she find some noddles and sigh in relief. " Thank God..!! "
But God wasn't on her side I think, because as soon as She opened the gas stove to make it, her phone beeped.
Unknown Number : I need to see you at 7:30 AM sharp, in my office, tomorrow.
It's not to be a genius to guess whose number it is. She looked at her phone furiously as she punched the answer.
