Hotshot music journalist Miranda Wilde loves a scoop. She uncovers a career-maker: Britain's golden boy of pop is cheating on his pregnant wife. The story goes viral within minutes, and - of course - she waits for her promotion. Except she's made a rookie mistake. Trisha Collins, the half-naked beauty splashed over every tabloid, is a major advertisers' daughter. Now Trisha is out for blood.
Miranda's not exactly fired, but her fast-paced career falls off a cliff edge. She's shoved far from the limelight to work for a stuffy magazine, Classic, where she's been given an impossible task. Beau, Classic's handsome yet brooding editor, is angry at the world because circulation is declining. Aren't people interested in real music anymore?
Beau insists that Miranda is unqualified to even be a music journalist. She doesn't know the basic construction of a pop song, let alone an orchestral ensemble. Miranda sees things differently. She believes Beau's a music snob. And worst of all, an uninspiring writer.
Will Beau and Miranda be able to put their differences aside to save the magazine?
"Atharv come here to take the medicine baby, come on open your mouth"
"No I'll not why don't you just die, I don't want you I want my Trisha mom" Atharv yelled.
Each word piercing through her heart but Atharv is just a child he's just being foolish he'll come around.
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"Mom can you do me a favour" Atharv asked her.
"Yes baby anything for you" she kneeled down and cooed her baby boy.
"Can you please divorce daddy" Atharv said with innocence but the hatred and disgust for his own mother was evident in his eyes.
"Atharv, who told you all this nonsense" His mother asked him and held his shoulders but he pushed her hard enough that her head hit the dinning table.
"Can you just get lost from our lives then at least daddy could live a happy life with mommy Trisha he loves her not you and I love her too she's not mean like you she let me do whatever I want just die" Atharv shouted on top of his lungs and left. Tears streaming from her eyes.
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As she watched a the pictures lying on the hospital bed, they are actually happy without me. my own kid doesn't want his mother she clutched the tabled little hard.
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"Do you want me gone" she asked him.
"you will" Atharv's eyes shimmered.
she nodded.
"does your daddy love her" she asked.
"yes he do but he said he don't want me to be a single child like you if you leave us he can live happily with Trisha mom" atharv said.
"so I'll leave you and won't come back again" she said.
"Goodbye my son" she said with a lone tear falling from her eyes.