Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain incre...
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"Ma'am this is for you." a courier boy brought a parcel to Smita. Smita told him to put it inside after signing papers. She opened it and there is veena.
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A smile immediately came on her face. She hadn't played the instrument since ages. She sold her previous one due to financial crisis. There is pattern on the outline of the instrument and her heartbeat increased. She didn't need any note to find out about the sender.
Akshita went to a birthday party so she decided to pay him a visit. She changed her clothes and took a cab. He was busy in meetings as usual and when he came out from conference room and she stand up immediately. His eyes met hers and he moved towards his cabin. She followed him.
She hand him the note attached to the gift. Southern part of your drawing room is incomplete without this.
"So it took six months and twenty days to realise this." she accused him.
"No, it took 6 minutes 5 second to realised this." he said looking in her eyes.
"Still you take so much time."
"I didn't knew you will come running to me for a Veena."
"You knew it Akshay that's why you painted it."
"I didn't paint it."
"You paint it I know you."
"I wish you knew me but unfortunately you didn't know me fully ."
"Then give me a chance to know you."
"Fine but you'll regret this in future."
"Time will tell, I'll regret it or not Akshay. Its necessary for our kid."she said
He asked her to come with him. He drive the car to unknown roads and stop it at a secluded place.
" Ask what you want to know? "
" What happened after her... I mean death of that mistress of your father.? "
"It was sunday of december. A picnic was planned by dadaji(grand dad). I was excited after a while. I tried to opened the door but its locked from outside. I heard sound of departure of cars. It means everyone left without me."
After half an hour, door is opened and there he is standing. His demeanor is showing anger and I took back step. I was scared. He was in front of me and there is no escape. My heartbeat increased. I prayed to God to save me but instead of that first slap came, than second and third.
"You bastard, you killed her." he shouted and I was terrified. He knew it. He listened everything I told to Dadaji.
"Dad... He hold my arms tightly. His nails were digging in my arms and blood oozing from the wounds. He lifted me and throw me on the bed.
