𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 9

Partying was not usually Arman's scene but he also knew how to hold his alcohol and when to leave it. He went home but not before enjoying himself thoroughly. Wearing a black tee and dark blue coloured jeans, he descended the stairs and walked into the dinning room.

"Good morning," he greeted his parents who were already seated.

"Good morning," they replied.

Arman sat and his mother served him breakfast.

"So Arman, what's on your list today?" Laksha questioned him like every morning wanting to start a good conversation.

"Nothing special, I going to pick someone up for college today".

Siddharth did not like the fact that his son was going to pick up a girl that he had no knowledge about. He just did not care because for him unless Arman personally told him about her, she meant nothing to him.

"Pay for her ride, Uber or something." He grunted out before eating a bite of his omelette.

"Oh no, let him. Someone's got to be a gentleman." She chuckled at her own words. Arman gave out a short laugh before getting up and kissing his parents good bye.

Laksha excused herself and went to the kitchen unknown to the fact that she was being followed. Siddharth grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her back making her scream.

"Someone's got to be a gentleman, huh? Am I not enough for you?" He growled out. By now Laksha knew that he was angry and why. His precious ego had been hurt badly. He increased his force which made her scream again.

"Please Siddharth, I did not mean it like that." She pleaded, in fact right now she would have joined her hands too.

"I'll tell you what you meant by it. Go to the bedroom, now." He left her hand and went outside while talking to someone on his phone. Probably telling that he'd be late.

Laksha knew what that meant and now she could nothing but sob. She walked into the room without any further questions and agreements.

Siddharth poured himself a drink, throwing it back he hurriedly walked into the room. She was standing in the corner just like he asked her to the previous times.

When Laksha looked up she received a slap. She could tell he meant business.

"Siddharth please, I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you, you know how clumsy I am with my words. What is it that you have not done for me. All I have for you is my gratitude and love, please Siddharth." She nearly broke down. All Laksha wanted to do was to avoid him and his wrath. Her body could not handle the torture and humiliation.

He breathed hard and his nostrils flared, clearly indicating that he was angry. He slapped her one more time, pushed her on the bed and walked out of the door slamming the door in his way out. Laksha looked at the door and broke down sobbing.

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Arman was driving his favourite and  expensive car wanting to impress his girl even though he knew she would probably throw an unwanted tantrum. The sound of soft piano music had filled in the car and had made his mood better. He knew the directions to her house as he had been coming here to Ishaan's grandparents house on vacations or weekends. He would love to come here more often than he already did for her.

He drove until the lights turned red, he halted. The ringtone of his mobile phone rang through the car speakers interrupting the soft piano music. He picked it up and the voice was heard through the speakers.

"Hello?" He answered.

"What's up?" The Ziagham asked.

"The same with you I guess, picking her up." 

"Cool. I might take time since Shivani lives a bit further than Alia." He informed.

"Okay, meet me by the cafeteria after dropping them."

"K." He hanged up with that.

He started driving again when the signal changed. He was happy on the inside that he finally met someone like Alia but the spirit she had, the wild side, he knew that she had to control it a little and mature up.

He parked in front of her house and honked. It was a decent two story house. He honked again after five minutes of waiting but there was response. She did not come out. It was then he noticed that there was no vehicle parked there and that meant that she was not home. He honked one more time but it was out of anger when someone knocked on his door. Arman rolled the window down.

"What do you need, sir?" A maid spoke.

"I was meant to pick the girl who lives here-

"Oh the Alia madam, she left early this morning. I work here, if you need a maid I'm a free for another house, ask for the contact number, okay?" She rambled on not paying attention if Arman was listening or not.

He drove away in anger and called Zaigham. 

"What?" Zaigham growled out, which meant one thing.

"They are in for it, they fucking are."