His Namesake Wife [Completed] ✔️

Chapter 1 - Concern

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In a dark room, a man sat on a cushioned seat, holding a glass of alcohol in his calloused hand, lost in thought with an unshaved beard that made him look even more dapper, according to the people, only if they knew the reason behind it. He himself didn't know how long he had been sitting there alone, letting the darkness consume him. But sleep seemed to be offended by him, just like life. The constant ringing of his phone brought him out of his thoughts. He looked at the screen, and the name flashed: "Suresh Leela Bansali". He took a deep breath and picked up the call, knowing there was no escape.

"Hello, sir," said Sidharth respectfully.

"Yes, Sidharth, it's actually important; that's why I disturbed you at this hour," Bansali ji said politely.

"No, sir, it's fine. What happened? Is everything all right?" he asked concerningly.

"Nothing is fine, Sidharth. I want you to come here tomorrow. It's pretty urgent. People present here are creating issues since you were the one who talked to them regarding the shooting, and now you're not here, so they're creating problems," said Bansali ji, explaining the problem.

"But, sir...I...I can't come, and you know that, sir," he said dejectedly.

"I know what you're going through, and I'm not saying you should get back to direction, Sidharth. I'm just requesting you to come here once, just get this issue solved so that work will not suffer. Sidharth, you're the one I can always rely on. Please come here for that, or at least for the hundreds of other people working here," Bansali ji requested.

"Okay, sir. I will be there. Send me the exact location," said Sidharth finally giving in.

" Sidharth, I have booked your tickets for Punjab. It's tomorrow morning's flight, and my people will pick you up from the airport. I'm texting you the rest of the details," said Bansali ji happily, as he agreed.

"Okay, sir. See you there tomorrow morning," he said finally, hanging up.

"I can't let others suffer because of me. I have to face it. I can't just always run away from things," he said to himself, as if preparing for the upcoming morning. As he definitely knew whom he was going to meet there.

On the other hand, an old man in his late fifties, Santokh Singh Gill, sat with another man of his age, Mr. Kapoor, who had a dirty smirk on his face.

"Tell me, Mr. Kapoor, what do you want in return for this investment?" asked Mr. Gill greedily.

"I want your daughter," said Mr. Kapoor.

"Oh, but why? I mean..." asked Mr. Gill.

"I want her as my bride," said Mr. Kapoor further.

"Oh! No problem, Mr. Kapoor. Get your son ready then," replied Mr. Gill.

"I'm talking about myself, not my son," said Mr. Kapoor dangerously.

"What are you, out of your mind? She is just twenty-four, and you want her to marry you?" said Mr. Gill seething.

"The investment will be doubled if you agree. By the way, why are you so concerned today for your daughter? Weren't you the same person who was ready to sell her before? And if I invest double the amount, then it will be good for your own son; he will be wealthier," said Mr. Kapoor with an evil smirk.

"The investment will be doubled?" asked Mr. Gill.

"Yes," replied Mr. Kapoor.

"Okay, then the deal is on," said Mr. Gill.

"But will your daughter agree?" asked Mr. Kapoor.

"It doesn't matter, and it's my headache to make her agree. Don't worry; situations will make her agree. Let's see what comes up handy. You keep yourself ready," said Mr. Gill, shaking hands with Mr. Kapoor, and Mr. Kapoor walked off from the Gill Mansion situated in a village. People earn wealth with hard work, but Mr. Gill has earned wealth with cunningness, betrayals in business, and any other illegal term that can make money.

"Now I have to act nice with this girl; otherwise, she won't agree. I need to think quickly, and this will also benefit my business," said Mr. Gill to himself, walking inside the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Baaz applied ointment to his sister's burnt wrist. "Why do you always agree to papa's every word? You're like a lioness in front of others, but when it comes to him, you're so meek. Look at your wrist; it's burnt. Does he even care that he hurts you?

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