“Yes, dad,” Andrea peeked in through the door and Mr Donovan invited her inside.“Sit,” He gestured to her, and she took the seat opposite him.“Look, I’ll get straight to the point! You said we’re going to receive help from Christian but I don’t see them helping us! What’s going on?” He asked Andrea, who patiently listened to him.“He promised me help, but maybe he changed his mind later!” Andrea said, and Mr Donovan slammed his fist on the desk, exhaling deeply, and massaged his temples. “You had gone too far this time, dad! You tried to kill his wife and kids. You should be thankful he isn’t taking any action against you.”“Don’t teach your father.” He raised an eyebrow at Andrea. “All this is happening because of you, Andrea.”“What!!” Andrea shrieked.“Of course, you had a freaking crush on him and I tried my best to get you what you always desired.” Mr Donovan sneered. “But at the last minute, you spoiled my plan!!”Andrea stood up. “The company is suffering because of you, so d
I was sitting at the window of my room, holding my diary and was looking over the pilgrimages and devotees walking to the ghats for evening prayer, chanting Hail Shiva loudly. My days were filled with running from one doctor to another, one hospital to another and my night were spent on the wooden chair sitting beside Aryan, looking at his lifeless body on the bed, watching him breathing through the oxygen mask. My saving was running out. My teacher strictly told me they wouldn’t let me give the final year exams if I failed to comply with the attendance percentage. I lost my part-time job, as I failed to juggle between Aryan’s doctor appointments and my shift. Despite knowing that I might not appear this year. I tried to cover up the syllabus of final exams; I mortgaged our house and sold my mother’s jewellery to raise money for his costly treatment, but still, it was not enough. Sometimes, I wanted to go to my paternal house and ask my grandfather for financial help, but he never a
[MATURE CONTENT AHEAD]“Ummm… it’s amazing!!” Christian moaned, taking the first bite of the risotto. “You know, you make this even better than mom.” He said and Mishka chuckled. “Don’t tell her, okay!”“What do you add to this?” He asked, taking another bite.“Indian spices,” Mishka smiled sheepishly and Christian stopped eating, staring at her.“What?” He knitted his eyebrows.“Yeah! I didn’t know how to make it the first time so I just added all the Indian spices I could recognize in your kitchen and made this.” Mishka said and Christian chuckled as they finished the risotto.“Let’s go fast,” Mishka said as she took her sling bag. Christian stopped her for a kiss, but she pushed him and walked out of his cabin, and Christian pouted, trailing behind her. As they entered the lift, Mishka suppressed her smile, watching his defeated face and flaring nose.“When you make that face, I feel like I can successfully dominate you.” She pressed the button, and the lift started moving.“And It
Christian changed into a pair of black chinos with a checked shirt underneath and wore a black sweatshirt. He was brushing his hair, looking into the mirror, when Mishka wrapped her arms around his torso. “Hey!” He said, clutching the back of her hand, and looking into the mirror.“Hey!” He heard her depressed voice and turned to take a look at her standing against the dresser. He could clearly notice that she was upset about something, and he pulled her close, holding her waist and their faces were inches apart.“What’s wrong? Why are you upset?” He asked her.“Why did you do all of that? No one does that for anyone!” She said.“Are you asking this to write in your book?” He arched an eyebrow and in return earned a smack on his biceps. He chuckled, looking at her expressions. “Okay, I desperately wanted you back, and I had absolutely no resolution nor patience and I did whatever came to my mind.” He said, and she stared into his eyes. “I wanted you back here with me.”“Why did you ne
She stared at the window blinking her eyes when her phone started ringing, and it was Riya. “Hello,” She received the call. “Where are you?” Riya asked. “Can you come to the guest room? I am confused about what to wear tomorrow?” “Coming!!” Mishka ended the call and when her eyes travelled back to the window, it was closed and the lights were turned off. She shrugged it off and walked inside. It was one am in the night and all the ladies in the house were gathered in the guest room to select a dress for Riya. “What do you think about this?” Riya showed a long golden gown for the engagement ceremony tomorrow. “This is a bit gaudy for the occasion I guess,” Mishka said and Riya pouted, trying the dress looking at her appearance in the mirror. Mishka's eyes fell on the beautiful lavender designer lehenga embroidered with silver lining with an off-white blouse and dupatta (Ankle-length skirt matched with an off-white designer crop top and long designer lavender scarf) “Wow!! This is b
While everyone headed to lunch, Mishka walked inside the mansion and turned to the west wing. She gazed up at the first floor of the utterly silent wing and she found the door of Vera’s room closed. Yet she decided to check once and she took the first step on the stairs.“Mummy!” Kiara exclaimed loudly, startling Mishka and she put a hand on her chest, turning to her.“You will kill me one day!” She said in a high pitch.“That’s not my intention,” Kiara said.“What happened?” Mishka asked, stepping down the stair and reaching Kiara.“This dress is itching me!” She said, showing her discomfort, and Mishka understood her drama.“This is the third dress you’ve changed since morning! I know exactly why it’s itching you. You have seen the dresses Christian brought for you.” Mishka said, glaring at her.“Mummy, please! I want to wear that red dress. Please!! This is the last time,” She wailed clutching Mishka’s hand and dragging her out of the west wing.***In the evening, Danny was standi
The ceremony ended on a pleasant note, the fairy lights were turned off and everyone was in their room to rest and prepare for the wedding tomorrow.Riya was pacing in her room, stressed over Ivaan’s weird behaviour. He seemed to be keeping a distance from her and not really smiling or talking to her like before. She gazed at the dark colour of henna on her hands when she heard a soft knock on her door and Nikhil peeked inside.“Aryan said you wanted to see me!” He said and Riya nodded. Nikhil walked inside and closed the door behind him. “You didn’t change?” He said, looking at her outfit.“Where is Ivaan?” Riya asked.“He is sleeping. He was so tired that he could barely open his eyes.” He said, and she nodded. “What’s wrong? Did he say anything to you?”“That’s the problem! He isn’t saying anything to me at all!” Riya sighed. “Do you really think he wants this wedding?”Nikhil exhaled. “You are thinking too much. Ivaan has no friends. He got Eric’s company here, so he spends most o
[MATURE SCENE AHEAD]Standing on the balcony, Christian was looking over the kids playing in the garden while smoking when he heard heels clicking. He turned and watched Mishka approaching him.He quickly crushed the cigarette under his foot and waved off the smoke in the air. “It’s good you’re here! I wanted to talk to you in private,” Christian said, and he noticed her stiffened expressions as she came close to him.“Do you know Parikshit Mahajan?” Mishka asked him impatiently and Christian pressed his lips in a straight line.“Who is he?” He asked and Mishka raised an eyebrow.“The elder brother of the politician who tried to molest me years back! You know him?” She asked him.“No!” Christian answered calmly, and Mishka nodded. “Why would I know him?”She turned her phone to show the pictures to Christian. “Because some websites say you invested a fortune in his liquor business.”“Yeah, I remember now! I… I invested some money in his proposal.” He said, and Mishka stared at him.“I