Destiny Was Fated With You!

PART 25

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Welcome, Manik Malhotra's only daughter, Avni. Avni Manik Malhotra. Welcome to Harshad's den. Avni couldn't move a finger seeing the way Harshad was petting the snake in his hand, just like Prathik does. A shiver ran in her system. She couldn't feel any further breath happening. Was this happening with her???

And that's when she realized she was in a place, where she could die without any effort of a rival. Snakes paradise it was.

Welcome to you too Mr. Sinha. Oh! Wait you aren't any Sinha?? It deeply hurt inside Prathik hearing him, yet he was firm without letting negative inside him, he shook off the feeling from his system as his eyes went near Avni's leg, his eyes shot up in horror, seeing Saw Scaled Viper. All he did was to kick by his free left leg before His girl knows it. Fucking hell, he didn't even care to killed by the most venomous snake in the world. She was important, will always be.

That's when his eyes met the floor, a glass floor, all his breathe sucked out of his system. It won't take time Avni to die. He was not sure he would lose her when she sees her beneath or when they become the victim of those countless venomous serpents.

You didn't answer, Prathik. Harshad moved towards them as he saw Prathik's act, shocking as hell he didn't expect that protectiveness for a mere friend, that stated one thing, that girl was important to him more than his own life, while Avni was stunned to move or understand anything. The panic had started within her. The world could not shake her with anything but one thing Serpents, it was.

Avni is an Ophidiophobia.

Only finger count people know her phobia.

Prathik was unmoved when he saw the advances of Harshad towards, his feelings were prominent, was it good or bad or numb, he couldn't figure out, yet that beautiful orbs of Mr. Sinha did shake something in Harshad. It reminded him of someone, someone called Meer Bedi. Love Life of his.

That stopped the very step of his. Right before him, just arm distance.

Meera. Meer Bedi.

The Woman Captian of Indian Football Team.

His breath hitched, that's when he noted how familiar he was to him.

Save him, Harshad.

I beg you.

Save him from the life you and I have.

Save him.

Meera's roar of death is what he could hear in the back of his mind. The same eyes it was. The same boy whom Meera had successfully given birth. Whom Harshad couldn't think of hurting even in his dreams. Never in dreams, he thought he would meet his son like this. The only son who was alive still alive without getting killed by his parents.

If he didn't act fast back then, he wouldn't able to have this opportunity to see him alive. His eyes clouded with watery saline, which he kept pushing back with great effort.

Finally, the son he was finding. was here. Before him.

Harshad's eyes softened seeing him all alive still. In front of him. He thanked Meera's God in his heart.

He surely had the mist in his eyes. His son was here. He couldn't still believe, he was this fortunate.

He had such a handsome son, who appeared like him but inherited character by his mother, Meera Bedi. He was so glad, Prathik was somewhere with the best people in the world. Manik and Smitha.