“Why the fuck I pay y'all? To fucking live without stress? You are not able to track a person who hides my wife's identities and y'all call yourself a member of Cyber security?” My roar echoed in the office as their heads hung low.
“I'm just coming.” I hung up the phone and looked at myself in the mirror.Â
“Miss Shreya, it's been a week since that man stands outside the hospital and sent in flowers and tiramisu for you. But you throw it in the bin.
“I will, doctor. I will take care of it.” I nodded as the doctor explained the precautions that needed to be taken for Bronnie.
“Sir, Mam has just reached home.” I nodded and he left the room. The smoke in the room was just fading into my brain.
I was shaking. My breath, my body, my heart, my soul and every damn fibre in my body was shaking.
“Ayaan ain't letting me see her,” I said picking out my tuxedo for the award function.
Abhishek.
“Dad, I’m going out of the country for an award function,” I said while he sat, unfazed by my presence behind him.
“Bye, chachu. Bring massi too next time. I miss her” she pecked my cheek and ran inside the mansion. I stood frozen to the ground.Â
And she left.
I ran.
SHREYA
"Come back soon, baby." My wife tiptoed and pecked my lips with a small smile.
"I am thinking of taking her to Italy on our Anniversary night for a month-long trip," I exclaimed.
"Shreya, I swear my head would blast off. These kids will be the reason for my death now.
18+ Ahead.
"I don't want to talk to you, Shreya." Hi voice echoed in the living room making me flinch by his sudden outburst.
"I'm glad that I could help you, Mrs Agnihotri," I said with a light smile but the lady in front of me gave me her brightest smile which made me happy but not much.
"Dad, you are getting old. Just drop the act," I said as I leaned back on the couch, looking at my father, who kept on admiring himself in the mirror.
