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Tushaar sat on a sofa in a big and old fashioned mansion, doing nothing but just staring at his beloved wife and mother, who not for a single moment has kept quite.
The only disadvantage he has ever felt of having an eloped love marriage is that your mother might not like the woman you married to. Or their tastes might not be similar. They have been arguing over the same thing for two hours now.
In between those two hours, they had got silent a few times, whenever his father entered the living room due to respect but as soon as he left again the same.
He for a moment looked at his Childhood Friend Binay's wife and mother, who sat there so peacefully. And then there are these two.
He sighed and continued to look at them, but when he had enough of them, he took the earbuds out of his pocket and plugged it in, with loud music playing in them.
He closed his eyes and leaned back as he sighed again.
After a few minutes suddenly his phone rang getting everyone's attention on him.
He opened his eyes and looked at them and muttered a sorry for disturbing them, and asked them to continue with their tiny quarrel, while they eyed him.
Tushaar looked at the caller id, then looked at Indrani, he got up by muttering 'excuse me' and left the room.
He walked through old fashioned yet huge corridor and continued to walk until he reached the last room in the corridor.
'Hello,' Tushar spoke as he connected the call and talked through the earbuds.
'Hey..hello Tushar, How are you, Sir?' Spoke a man from the other side in a very squeaky voice.
'What do you want' Tushar asked sternly ignoring his question.
'Tushaar...I want to talk to my son...he never picks up my calls' Man spoke in a very unclear voice.
'When for thousands of times I have asked you not to call him, then why you keep on calling him, I don't want you to keep calling him...Just Stop it Aanand' Tushar scolded keeping his voice low.
'But Tushar, he is my son, he belongs to...' 'Just shut up and don't ever call back' Aanand got discontinued in between by Tushaar who then disconnected the call without giving him another chance to speak.
Tushar sighed, looked at his phone, and then turned around. He looked at the door and found Chintan staring at him.
'Who was it?" Chintan asked looking at him, who stood in front of him wearing a white kurta and pants with a pale face.
Tushar cleared his throat and spoke 'No one, just customer care' and scoffed.
'Oh..ok' Chintan continued 'Btw I bought the file' he showed him the file.
'Did they sign the file' Tushar asked looking at Binay who stood next to Chintan.
Before Binay could reply Chintan cut him in between and spoke 'Yes TD they agreed to sign'.
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The Black Coat *UNDER EDITING*
General FictionBOOK UNDER EDITING DATED 23rd JUNE 2024 CHAPTERS MISSING Chintan looked at his newly wedded wife who is now tied to his bed. He smiled, looking at her afraid, pale face, and walked towards his walk-in closet within a minute he came out with a blin...
