All Chapters of Where Dreams and Destiny Lies : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nadia’s POVI walked into Veer’sliving room. I saw him seated on the couch facing the TV with his laptop on hislap. He glanced at me and looked away. My life is just a mess. Zeehan is nottalking to me and Veer is mad at me.I shuffled toward him,gripping my handbag as if releasing my pain into it. “Veer?” I called lowly.He ignored me, putting his laptop beside him and picking up his phone, faking ascroll through. “Can we talk, please?” I requested, already sobby. Everythingwas just hurting me. I was supposed to be a victim here, yet everyone sees meas the guilty one. Where did I go wrong in loving Sidd? It was all his fault,yet I am being blamed for every fucking thing. “Veer?!” I groaned out offrustration and he turned his cold eyes to me.“What do you want, huh?”he snapped, standing up. I took two steps back from him. “You betrayed me,don’t you know that? You have been lying to me. You kept your baby away from

Nadia’s POVI already gave up whenthe clock ticked to 5:30 PM. Veer won’t show up, I know, but I kept watch onthe time. I so much wished he would come. I needed someone to present to Zeehanas his father, that was the only way I would be free from his sulkiness. Lostin thought, a knock on the door drew me out of my trance. Is Hema back so soon?She told me she would go get some groceries from the grocery store. I stood upto go get the door. “Welcome back,” I saidwithout even glancing at the visitor and I turned back to the living room.“Thank you,” hearing thehusky male voice, I pivoted instantly to look at the person. Veer. Happiness crept into myheart when I saw him. Tears filled the brink of my eyes and I threw my weightat him, not minding if he was still angry with me or not. His presence wouldsave my new happy relationship with Zeehan. He wrapped his warm arms around mytorso, giving me all the comfort I

Ria’s POVAfter getting Mrs Mahavir’s number from Upma, I put a call across to her.“Hello, Mrs. Mahavir,” I said rather cocky. We have a history together. She owes me her son’s life for paying for his surgery a few years ago.“Hello, Miss Ria. I am glad you remembered me today,” she expressed over the phone.“Well, can you blame me? Work has been hectic these days,” I said.“Yeah, I can understand. How do you do now?”“I’m okay. And your son?” I reciprocated.“He is fine. Thanks for asking.”“I want you to do me a favor,” I said with all the seriousness in my voice. “Can you do it?”“I can do anything for you, Miss Ria,” she accepted.“I want you to get me a strand of Zeehan’s hair,” I let out without any form of hiding.“What? Why?” she exclaimed.“You are going to do it, aren’t you? Remember you owe me your son’s life.”“Y-yeah, s-sure, I will d-do it,” she stuttered and a full grin appeared on my face.“Alright then, I will

Pari’s POV“Oh God? What the hell iswrong with you?” I snapped at Jaiden when he nudged my elbow and the cup ofblack coffee I was holding poured on my shirt, my acting costume at that.“Oh God?” he mimicked andI set my jaw at him, glaring at him with rage making its way into my veins.“What has this son of a gun done this time? Tsk. Hope it wasn’t hot.”“You are a maniac, youknow that?” I yelled. “I know you did it on purpose.”“You know? Hmm. Then whyare you barking like a mad dog? If you know something, you are not supposed toreact stupidly to it,” he sneered, making me lipid with rage.“I don’t have your timenow, Jaiden. But believe me, no matter what you do, I won’t end up as your usedtoy, do you get it? Rubbish,” I set forth and pushed him off the way.Ria’s POVI was meeting with MrsMahavir again in the same secluded place at sunset. I wonder what’s keepingher. As usual, my face was covered with

Mrs Mahavir’s POVI was scared, my handswere trembling as I watched the innocent Zeehan fall asleep. If my son wasn’tinvolved, I wouldn’t have ever risked the life of this poor soul. I spiked anice cream I brought from home for him and he took it innocently which broke myheart into millions of pieces. I was betraying the adorable boy who respected andlooked forward to me. He trusted me like I was his mother. Tears rolled down mycheeks as I rode in the car Ria sent to pick us up from the zoo. Zeehan’s head wason my lap in the back seat while I patted his shoulder and allowed him to sleepunwantedly. Ria took my child, and in exchange, I had to bring Zeehan to her.More tears ran down my cheeks, dropping on Zeehan’s temple. I quickly wiped thetears off his temple and wiped away my tears as we neared a black car parked ona lonely track with a black hoodie lady beside it. Ria. The driver drovestraight to her and the driver he