Damon's anger was clearly visible as he drove, gripping the steering wheel tightly with bulging veins on his hands. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were red, but he couldn't fully comprehend how chaotic his thoughts and situation had become in that moment."Fudge," he muttered under his breath as his mobile phone buzzed once again, displaying his wife's name on the screen. Normally, he would have answered the call and spoken kindly to her, but his current state of frustration, anger, and overall disarray prevented him from doing so. He chose to continue ignoring her, just as he had done with her two previous calls, which had occurred a mere ten minutes ago.Damon accelerated, driving faster until he finally parked the car in the garage. Letting out a heavy sigh, he rubbed his palm against his face in an attempt to appear composed and unaffected. Retrieving his mobile from the vehicle, he slammed the car door unintentionally, the loud noise only serving to further aggravate him.Hol
Riya's heart raced with a sense of urgency as she scoured the room, her eyes darting across the familiar surroundings. She located the door that led to their room and approached it swiftly, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to knock. With a firm rap of her knuckles against the door, she anxiously waited for a response.After a brief pause that seemed to stretch into eternity, the door swung open, revealing Damon on the other side. His haggard appearance spoke volumes about the exhaustion he carried. Clad in a plain white shirt and worn grey track pants, his disheveled hair seemed to mirror the turmoil within him, as if he had been raking his fingers through it since the early hours of the morning.Damon's voice carried a weariness that resonated deeply as he spoke, frustration lacing his words. "What is it, Riya? I specifically asked for some time alone. Please," he pleaded wearily, the weight of his exasperation palpable in the air. Riya couldn't help but feel a pang of gu
Gesturing towards the study room, Damon silently invited his father into the private sanctum where they could have a candid conversation away from prying eyes. Thomas, his expression tinged with concern, nodded in understanding, following Damon's lead as they retreated to the secluded space.As soon as Damon closed the door behind them, the room seemed to exhale a sigh of contained tension. It was within these walls that father and son could speak freely, unburdened by the judgment of others. Thomas wasted no time, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as he sought to unravel the mystery that lay before them."What happened? You seem so tense, and Riya appears genuinely frightened. I can sense that something has gone awry. Tell me, how did Kylie end up with the project when it was meant to be yours?"Damon took a deep breath, his eyes locking with his father's gaze. He knew that the time for evasion had passed; the truth, though difficult, had to be shared. With a
Thomas, with a grave expression etched upon his face, met Damon's gaze. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with an ominous sense of purpose. "Son, you can't grasp the depth of it. I'm saying we need to put an end to her." His voice carried an eerie resolve, as if he had reached a conclusion that brooked no argument.Damon felt a surge of fear coursing through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest. The world around him seemed to blur as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of his father's intentions. He had never imagined that a simple conversation could take such a dark turn."What do you mean, 'put an end to her'?" Damon's voice quivered with anxiety, his forehead creasing with worry lines. The implications of his father's words hung over him like a storm cloud, threatening to shatter the fragile peace he had known.Thomas clenched his teeth, his face contorted with a mix of frustration and determination. "I mean exactly what I said, Damon. We have to find a way to
Damon's mother readily agreed, her voice exuding warmth and anticipation. "Sure, sweetheart," she responded affectionately. "I'm hanging up now. I need to prepare food for everyone." The call came to an end, leaving Riya with a renewed sense of hope and a burgeoning smile on her face. She knew that this upcoming gathering had the potential to bring a momentary respite and the much-needed comfort that Damon deserved.Riya meticulously put the finishing touches on her makeup, ensuring her appearance reflected a combination of effortless style and approachability. She wore a soft, comfortable hoodie that was one of her favorites, paired with well-fitted skinny jeans that accentuated her figure. Pulling her hair back into a high ponytail, she exuded a sense of confidence as she prepared for the day ahead.Completing her look with matching earrings, her marriage ring, and a delicate bracelet, Riya made her way from the bedroom to the living room. As she entered the space, her eyes scanned
After a brief moment of silence, Riya attempted to lighten the atmosphere in the car. "I'm sure Mom is preparing all your favorite foods," she said, trying to inject some cheer into their tense drive. Damon let out a sigh, attempting to suppress any snappiness. He didn't want to inflict any emotional harm upon either his wife or his mother, but today he simply didn't feel prepared to tolerate the presence of other people.Realizing the weight of the situation, Riya softly spoke to herself, determined to ease the tension. She buried herself in her mobile device, absentmindedly scrolling through its contents. "Okay, I'm going to shut up now," she murmured, seeking solace in the distraction of her phone.The car smoothly glided into the spacious garage of Damon's parents' house, its engine purring to a halt. Damon's voice broke the silence, jolting Riya out of her deep thoughts and back into the present moment. She blinked, momentarily disoriented, before her gaze shifted to the surround
Sensing his genuine confusion, Olivia couldn't help but burst into laughter once again. "Well, Asher, I just think you are making it sound much more complicated than it actually is. Is it possible that the girl you're interested in is simply not interested in relationships right now? Maybe she's focusing on her career or personal goals?" Olivia raised her eyebrows, curious to see if this perspective resonated with Asher.Asher pondered her words, considering the possibility. After a brief moment of contemplation, he finally responded, "Probably! That could be a factor."Seeing an opportunity to delve deeper into Asher's feelings, Olivia decided to take a more direct approach. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on him. "Do you like... Kylie?" she asked, catching him off guard with the sudden question.Surprised and caught off guard, Asher's eyes widened as he blurted out, "What? Kylie? No, I... I mean, she's nice, but..." His voice trailed off, his confusion evident.Olivia's
"What about my daughter? Do you love her?" Olivia inquired once again, her tone tinged with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. Asher sighed nervously, biting his lip as he mulled over his response."Come on, Asher. Tell her," Sarah interjected, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I think it's a good opportunity to reveal your love to her mother. That way, she can prepare herself to accept your marriage."Olivia's eyes widened in surprise as Sarah's words sunk in. "What? Are you guys serious?" she asked, her hands instinctively covering her mouth.Asher scratched the back of his neck, feeling a rush of nervous energy coursing through him. "Um... well..." he stammered, struggling to find the right words. But before he could gather his thoughts, Olivia swiftly slapped the back of his head, causing him to turn and face her with a bewildered expression."Aunt Olivia..." Asher called out, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and slight pain."Shut up!" Olivia replied firmly, her eyes lock