Safar

To be continued,

Aradhana leaned against the wall till the recordings were getting deleted of the cafeteria and couldn't help but laugh at him, at herself, and at the cub of Wadhwa.

'I didn't ruin anything yet even in my daydreams, I hear the screams of my mother accusing me of destroying everything. I tried. I tried to tell her that it wasn't my fault for these monsters, but she didn't bother to listen to me.

I still vividly remember how she said to me that people like the Wadhwas are bound to damage the things they touch, but we are not rich like them to do the same. Going against them will only ruin us, and of course, it did. It ripped the flesh off me.'

'If I were to be blamed despite being innocent, then why couldn't Arhaan Wadhwa? Or shall I aim for your heart? Armaan Wadhwa?'

"Done." The waiter said, smiling at her, and she gave him his tip.

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Evening,

"Kya karega, padhke, at last you have to join our legacy." Arhaan said, increasing the volume of music. There was an inch of sadness in his voice, but he was too addicted to shrugged his pain in humor, that people started taking him for granted.

And he cherishes that.

"Wahi joh aap nahi kar paaye. I'll create my Roman empire, my, dekhna aalsi bhaiyu." Arhmaan chirped in his ears, and Arhaan silently prayed, at least he get all his wishes true.

"Yeh Mr. Wadwa ka puppet nahi ban na mujhe... aap sab ki tarah. Never." Armaan said, turning off music. And Arhaan narrowed his eyes. Now he touched his very sensitive nerve. He flipped from bed and took a dangerous step toward him.

"Mr. Wadhwa, Golu? Papa ko naam se bulate hai tu? Yeh sikhate hai school mein, to call your father by name?" Arhaan asked, harshly snatching his notebook from him, and Armaan gulped, rising up from his chair almost instantly.

"Dur p-peeche hato, you can't scare me with those eyes. I will sue you... mein B-Baba ko complaint.. ow.." Armaan trailed off, closing his eyes, as Arhaan raised his hand and whacked him hard on his head with his notebook.

"Owch. Baba... piche hato Bhaiyu." Armaan cried out when Arhaan whacked him again.

"Kya chal raha hai? And why are you troubling him, Arhaan?" Adhirat asked his oldest child, who looked at him in disbelief, his mouth opened dramatically to express his bewilderment.

"Mein? Mein pareshaan kar raha hun, isse? Yeh aapka teen foot appko innocent dikhayi de raha, Bhaiya? He was ca"

"4.8" Armaan corrected only to blanch back when Arhaan raised his hand again.

"Aru—

"Yeh papa ko naam se bula raha tha bhaiya, yeh aapka ladla-

"Mr. Wadha. I said... Baba... unko first name se nahi bulaya tha. Sachi Baba." Armaan interjected pinching his neck, and Arhaan's eyes dangerously flared at him.

'His eyes should be banned. ' Armaan thought.

Adhirat narrowed his gaze as he saw Armaan shifting closer to him, wrapping his arms around him, not just to hug him, but to make sure that that the dauntingly charmastic beast can't hit him. Again.