Bharta Baigan and Fried mix-veg, his and Arman's favorite. He recognized immediately.
Another deep sigh.
Making his way to the main house, he placed those tiffins back there.
Without even a second glance, he turned, picked up his own cooked and packed tiffins, placed them in the front seat of his car, kicked the engine into life and left the mansion to head to his destination.
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Beside him, Vidya saw him leaving once again rejecting her cooked meal.
A lone tear escaped her eyes, before she covered her mouth with her hands to shuffle her growing sobs.
Karma was slapping her real hard.
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Madhav pulled up his car to a halt near the building. Making his way out, he grabbed the big handbag. As he climbed the stairs, the security guard looked up.
Finding a familiar face, a small smile pulled up on his lips. He greeted Madhav and generously accepted the handbag, assuring that he will make sure that they had their meal.
Madhav folded his hands in a polite Namaste, and turned back muttering a quick thank you.
Once back inside his car, he casted one more glance at the building.
A deep sadness took over his features.
Shaking his head, he started the car and made his way towards the police station.
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Whereras in Kasauli,
Abhira sat on the sofa in her room, frozen at her place at the sudden turn of events.
Her laptop was placed in front of her. Mr. Mittal peeked out from the other end. He was reciting his side of story, but Abhira wasn't listening.
All she could hear was the loud thud of her heart.
Everything else, vanished into nothingness in that moment.
Every flash of her past, flew across her mind like a well – planned movie but with a tragic end.
Tears blurred her vision.
"Ms. Sharma? Ms. Sharma? You there? Am I audible?" Mr. Mittal's voice echoed in the silent room.
And suddenly a Tun – udu sound filled the room, following by the blackening out of the screen.
The sudden shift brought a lost Abhira out of her trance. Realizing that her laptop had just given up, she sighed deeply.
She picked up the charger cable and started to untangle it absentmindedly.
Plugging it to the switch board near her, she tried to connect the other end to her device.
Suddenly, warmth touched her cold hands and plugged the cable in its place. Abhira looked up to find the kind eyes of her AD.
She hadn't realized that in her daze, she had been fidgeting the cable in the air and not even near the laptop.
Her gaze lowered down in embarrassment, realizing her zone out.
Aradhana gently pulled up her chin and made her look up in her eyes.
Her heart ached seeing the moist eyes of her beloved child, but she couldn't let herself fall weak.
Broken but beautiful?? (11)
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