The story are about Abhishek and Kanika based on drama, humor, romance, love.
Chapter 1 It's over between us
Kanika
"It's over between us. We should call it off."
wedding."
I read that text over and over again. It
it was from Ajay, my fiance of six months, who broke
our encounter with the text a few hours ago. Yes,
with text.
"Coward!" remarked my inner self.
"But was it his fault?" I asked myself.
"So, it was your fault?" answered my inner self.
Just yesterday, dad was arrested. No, no papa, Mr. Devesh Goyal, unfortunately he is
my father. I slammed my phone against the opposite wall
to bed. It hit the floor with a loud thud and
it could also be broken. Who cares? My
whole life became a mess.
I kept crying and hiding my face
pillow. I couldn't take it anymore. It seems to be dying
easier than living life in such hell. Yes, life is hell
for me now My father was arrested for running away
human trafficking and brothels. His name,
there was his picture and our names and our pictures
pasted whole newspapers.
Rishabh Bhai asked me and Mau to stay overnight
at Candy's. We did. And he succeeded
keep all journalists out of our home. But,
how long we could escape the consequences
revealing the secrets of my father's luxury
account balance. Maa and I had to face it before or
later.
She was in the solitude of her room, shut up
thoughts of her husband while I was in
surrounds my room and cries like a coward. I pray
to the greatest power in heaven, turn back time and let me be an unborn child.
Maa and I knew what would happen on the birthday
party planned yesterday. Still, it stung and hurt
see a lot with your own eyes. My father had
to become a monster in your greed to become richer
than Singhani to show his dead father and
to this society that he was more fortunate than his
sister.
My muffled crying sounds got louder and louder
Maa knocked on the door of my room.
"Kanu, beta, open the door!" Her voice rang out
hoarse.
She had to cry herself to sleep. Wiping mine
own tears, he opened the door. A pair of hollow a
blank eyes greeted me. What a must have
passed after seeing her husband of 28 years
like this? I hugged her tightly and let the tears flow
loosely. My hiccups were increasing and she had to drag me along
hall. She sat me down and gave me a glass
water. My throat was parched after so many tears
and in no time I swallowed the whole glass.
She lovingly patted my head and said, "Kanu!
Rishabh came a while back! He asked
to move to Mumbai. Social circle in
which we have lived until now will not let us live
take it easy now."
he looked at her with lots of questions in my eyes.
First of all, why should we run? We
I didn't even realize what my father was doing
And the news appears on all TVs
channels across the country.
Do you know us in Mumbai?
Maa seemed to have questions that I did
she wanted to ask out loud, so she continued, "It's not
only about relatives and people who throw
daggers at us when they see us. And I know too
that Devesh will stay in the news for a while longer
longer this time. And people would identify a
would try to avoid us wherever we are."
She gently caressed my face. Her motherly touch
it brought fresh tears of pain and shame to me. Pain,
because of dad and shame because instead of me
to stand as her support during this time, she had to
support me I'm such a mess.
She continued: "It will be harder for us if we live
here, in this house, with his memories around us. I
i think we should listen to rishabh and leave delhi
forever. We should move to Mumbai and
to start our lives again."
"Again?" I asked.
"Yes! I don't want us to take a penny."
Devesh when we move out. He was doing it all for his ego
and his selfishness by bringing pain and despair
the lives of others. I don't want to use the money that
he made money by selling innocent girls. And I never can
forget what he did to Nishi. We cut out ours
own path, beta. We are in this together. And to trust
we will both sail through it. We'll get you
married to Ajay with our money".
I could see determination in her eyes. I hugged myself
firmly, showing my agreement with her thoughts. I
agree with her, absolutely. But there was one more
what I needed to tell her so I said "Ajay broke down
up, just with text."
She broke away from our embrace and looked at me warily.
I nodded, fresh tears welling up in my eyes again. I
recently became a crybaby. My emotions
they were everywhere.
"If he can't support you in hard times, trust me, he will.
He doesn't deserve to be your life partner. It's alright
beta, you'll get through it. You're only 23. You
have your whole life ahead of you. I'm sure you will find
someone worthy of your love."
I knew Maa was right, but it was so easy to forget
Ajay. I dreamed of marrying him. We
they should have happily ever after. He
just broke up. Didn't he get attached to me?
We have been talking on the phone since the day
we got engaged. We met at almost all of them
alternate weekends. We shared our first kiss in
at least me.
Didn't he feel anything for me? Or he was
marriage to Mrs. Kanika Goyal and no
Kanika? Selfish bastard! But also by swearing
for Ajay, it didn't help. It caused a piercing pain
my heart for all the love I put into it, the person I thought loved me.
Now, more than Mao, I wanted to leave Delhi.
In addition, show him that I am something even if
I am not my father's daughter. But we still had
some time to move out of delhi. Rishabh Bhai and
Nishi got engaged the next week.
One more week! I thought to myself.
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