Destiny's Plan.......

D'S ADVICE

Hey people. How are you all ? Hope you are fit and fine. I have updated two parts. Cause from now I will be busy with the study and not abke to updated so soon.

Please understand my situation.

Enjoy reading

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Anika came out of the washroom after freshening up she saw Bela sitting on the bed.

Anika: tujhe khana nahi khana?

Bela: ja hi rahi hun. Pehle mujhe tujhse baat karni hai

Anika: bol

Bela: I am sorry

Anika: it's okay. I understand sab pareshan the. Shayad galati meri bhi hai. Mujhe sab ko time dena chahiye tha.

Bela hugged her.

Bela: par maine bohat bura bhala bol diya na. I am sorry

Anika: it's okay Bela.

She pulled off the hug.

Bela: par mujhe ek baat bata. Office mein jo issues the woh toh chote se hai toh tu..

Anika: Bela office ke issues chahe chote ho par meri life ka ek sab se bada issue hai. Ab mujhe usse solve karna hai. Bohat ho gaya ab. Now I need to step in the field

Bela: matlab? Kya karne wali hai tu?

Anika: ghar jane wali hun. Apne

Bela(shocked): what??

Anika: yess. Ab main aise haath pe haath dhare nahi baith sakti. Mujhe ab wahan jana hi hoga

Bela: Anika you know it is risky

Anika: I know. Par risk toh utha na hi padega

Bela: theek hai. Kab jana hai?

Anika: shayad kal.

Bela: ghar pe kya kahegi?

Anika: woh jane se pehle pata chal jayega.

Bela: theek hai. Tu jo bhi karegi soch samaj ke karna. Theek hai?

Anika smiled and nodded yes.

Anika: ab ja khana kha le

Bela nodded and went. Anika went to the window. Staring the sky she was thinking about what happened before sometime. How Shivaay could accuse D being her boyfriend? She was hurt. Deeply hurt. So she sliently went out without anyone's knowledge taking her bike.

She stopped her bike infront of the house which is located at the outskirts of Mumbai. She was about to unlock it with the keys but found it already open. She frowned and went in locking the door.

Anika: D.... D.....

D: haan room ma chu (yaa. I am in the room)

She went in only to find him sitting on a rocking chair with files in his hands.

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