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【 vii. remain objective 】

That evening, the dinner was brief and dead silent. Maahi did not utter a word to her father, and he understood she was angry at him. He knew he couldn't justify his cowardice and lack of actions back then, but he was hoping to have a chance. Hence, he didn't push her to talk to him either, hoping that when she'd calm down in due time, she'd be ready to listen to him.

He had his dinner and then retired to his room for the time being to give Maahi her space.

Maahi was on the couch with the news channel playing in the background as she attempted to type up her client notes on her laptop. Her day at work after the court hearing hadn't gone well. She'd sat through two appointments and she wasn't getting anywhere with those two couples she'd seen and neither had she been able to focus on typing her client notes then.

Now, she was trying but again, it was a difficult task to achieve.

The doorbell rang. Confused as to who it could be at 8:30 in the night, she moved her laptop from her lap to the coffee table in front of her and went towards the door.

She peeked through the peep hole first and seeing who it was, she opened the door.

Parth stood there with a set of beer in one hand and a brown bag in the other. He held it up, "Here to stock your freezer with ice-cream."

Going along with it, she took the bag and looked inside. There were two tubs of Rocky Road. She made a face, "Rocky Road is not my favorite."

He answered as he subtly walked past her and entered the apartment, "I know, but it is mine."

"Parth, I'm not in the mood to entertain a guest right now." She informed, hoping he wasn't planning on staying.

Alas, he was. "Don't entertain a guest then, but you do need to talk to your lawyer." He held up the can of beers, "This is for you. The ice-cream is for me, since technically I'm on the job and I can't drink."

He took one bottle out and placed the rest in the fridge so they would remain cold. She walked closer to examine the bottle, and it was the brand of beer she preferred. She had never told him that, so she could only assume Nikita had.

"Is your father home?"

"In his room. Probably went to bed already." Realizing he had made all the plans for staying to discuss the case, she opened a cabinet to hand him a spoon.

He asked, accepting the spoon. "Still not speaking to him?"

She popped the bottle open, "It's going to take a lot more than a few hours to get back to speaking terms." As soon as she finished the statement, she took a swung of the bottle and gulped it down.

He warned her. "Easy there, we have a long night ahead."

She questioned, "Right, so what do we need to discuss?" walking over to the couch with the bottle and pulling the laptop screen down. She wasn't going to be able to get any of her pending work done tonight.

He followed her and sitting on the seat at the other end of the three-seat couch, he answered, "You are going to tell me everything about you and him. The whole story. That way, nothing comes as a surprise to me in court again."

She sighed and pulled up her legs on the couch, getting comfortable. "You're right. It's going to be a long night."

After that, she explained to him how her grandmother had emotionally tricked her into getting married to Sonu. Then, Sonu had come to the States eight months later. The first few months after that when they started living together, he behaved well and Maahi had started thinking that maybe she could make the marriage work.