Chapter-47

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In Malhotra Mansion (Mumbai)...

"Bhai I think what we have to do"

"Ya Myrah we know" Naksh said and got up and took few steps towards the door. He continued still facing Myrah "we are going to confront dad abhi ishi waqt...and " Naksh didn't know what to say ahead.

"And...?" Myrah questioned.

"And hum log dek lege " Naksh said and walked ahead.

Myrah stood up and said "Like seriously Bhai...this is your plan"

"Do you have any better one?"

"Ofcourse Bhai" Myrah said and smirked. She pulled Naksh and made him sit on the bed.

"We will confront dad but only tomorrow" Naksh was about to say something but Myrah gestured him to stop. "Kal subha we are going to this lady's house"

"Maya"

"Ya...whatever I don't care...so ya we are going to her house and stop her from reaching the destination...by hook or by crook"

"I'm in...but Nani"

"Don't worry...I'll handle it...but the only problem is that i don't know the girls address"

"I'll get her address" Naksh said."So tomorrow morning sharp at 6:30 we'll meet in the parking...Bhai get whatever you think is necessary and I'll do the same"

"Cool...so lets get going" Myrah said and both started moving towards there respective destinations. "Bhai" Myrah said and Naksh stopped and looked towards her. "Keep in mind nobody...like nobody should get to know about this plan...not even Navika" Myrah said sternly. And they departed.

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Poolside...

Manik was on the bar chair near the poolside bar. He was holding an alcohol's bottle in a hand. He was broken. He knew what he was going to do tomorrow was a sin, a big sin. It was like betraying his Nandini, breaking all the promises of forever. But on the other hand he knew he had no other option. He had to do this cause his children needed mother's love.

His eyes were blood red

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His eyes were blood red. He threw the bottle in anger and shouted in ire. Tears started rolling down his eyes. He was disappointed with himself, by whatever he did to his kids. He held himself responsible for Nandini's death, had he not called her that day, had he not be impulsive that day, had he been reasonable that day, the guilt killed him.

His children were the only thing keeping him alive. He knew that there was a hollow created in his children's life. A hollow which killed them silently. A hollow which could be filled only by a mother's love. Hence he was ready to fill there hollow even if it meant suffocating himself to death.

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Next morning(6:30 am)...

Next morning(6:30 am)

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Naksh's outfit...

Myrah's outfit

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Myrah's outfit...

Myrah and Naksh meet at there allotted time and place. Manik had left at half an hour ago. The twins departed for Maya's house. They managed to sneak in Maya's house. They were hiding behind the bushes looking at an unusual hustle and bustle in the house at the morning.

 They were hiding behind the bushes looking at an unusual hustle and bustle in the house at the morning

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Maya's house...

"Bhai like seriously I definitely think that lady must have left...maina appko kha tha to look and direct ekdum achi sa but no how can you ever do that..." Myrah was unable to complete as Naksh covered her mouth with her hand as he saw Maya was passing through them. Naksh eyed on Maya gesturing Myrah to look at her and his sweet victory.

"Maya..." an elderly lady came and she said her a few things to which Maya responded equally. Probably they were checking on the list of items.

"Bhai are you ready?" Naksh nodded in affirmation. Naksh was hiding behind Myrah. Myrah was peeping occasionally to catch the correct opportunity. "On the count of 5"

"1...2...3..."

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