Prakash reflected his adopted son's hard glare. He chose to sit on the three-seat velvet sofa with his legs crossed. On the other side of the sofa, Aniket stared at his black reflection on the fifty inch screen mounted on the wall, choosing to ignore Prakash. Although every cell in his body wanted to lash out and choke the man who raised him, he restrained himself for the sake of his mother.
Maykala would not approve of a fight between father and son.
Even though all his energy was focused upon not tearing his father's throat, he wondered why Chinna and Preesha still occupied his house.
Chinna slumped down on the sofa next to him, while Preesha elegantly sat cross-legged on the other side of the room, oblivious to the tension surrounding the three men. She was too busy fawning over her beautiful children, cooing in a strange, motherly tone that did not suit her overly westernized appearance.
A moment later, Aniket had enough of the silence. He wanted to walk out of the impending trouble, but before he could, his father voiced his frustration with his son. "Sit down, Aniket." Prakash demanded the man.
Aniket growled. "I don't take orders from you, anymore. You're not my father." He stood, and turned towards the door, unable to face the cruel man he once called his father.
"I raised you for twenty eight years, and this is the respect I get in return?" The man asked with a slight twinge of pain surfacing in his heart.
Although he had replaced his own son, Chinna, with his sister's son in order to possess the money and the company in her name, his original intention soon flowered into love for the innocent boy. Even though he had tortured him in that abandoned warehouse for two long days, it had never been his idea. He had to harden his soul as he lashed the whip across the skin of the son he had come to love. He hated Chinna for making him commit it, but he could never forgive himself for going through with the act.
Aniket knew the man was toying with his feelings, but what else could he do? If he left the house without a word, his mother would grow suspicious.
If the two devils in disguise broke the news that Aniket wasn't Maykala's son, he would be truly shattered when she looks at him with a accusatory look.
"What do you want from me?" Aniket growled, turning towards Prakash. "You already took everything I had!"
"Took? Tell me, son, what did I take from you?"
Aniket was at a loss for words. He had ruined his relationship with Krithi all by himself. Although he had been blaming Alisha, his parents, and Krihti's parents for influencing him in trying to persuade his wife in killing the heart-less twin, their relationship had already been hopeless since the moment Krithi stepped foot in Paris to reprimand him for the act he performed by making it seem like he slept with his assistant, Myra.
Prakash didn't make a move on his company after his twin sister, Kanya had entered her coma, and even before that, he had been quiet.
No, he had been waiting, he refuted. Like a hungry tiger in the bushes, he was waiting for his prey to go to sleep to lunge for my throat.
"You took my peace, and that was all I had." Aniket said, putting on a calm facade, and replacing his previously disgruntled expression.
"I took your peace?" Prakash laughed. "Give me a better answer than that." He challenged.
Prakash had ignited the lumps of coal waiting to fueled, and the train of doom began moving down it's rickety old tracks. "A better answer?" Aniket fumed, pointing a accusing finger at the old man. "How about beating your son without food or water, even though I begged for mercy— from my own freaking father? How about trying to blackmail me with my wife so that I will willingly hand you the company that my mother put in my name? How about being the reason I mentally tortured my wife for a child just because I wanted to give you a grandchild before your death?" Aniket had more to say, but he was gasping for breath. "How about making me lie to the woman who raised me, who loves me without knowing I'm not her son—
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The Corporate Monster ✅
RomanceThe sequel to The Workaholic Wife. Cannot be read as a stand-alone. Aniket Pandya has never wanted to leave his money behind before. And that, for a woman. He was tired of all the scheming and the threats money came with. He wanted out, and he wante...
