Author's pov
Today, after almost a month , Ayesha is back in her cabin, her Office. This place is the closest thing she claims as her home after , of course Eeshan and his family. She has built it on her own caliber and a little support of The Rawats .
Right now , she's peacefully sipping her matcha tea , oatmilk matcha tea while reading about the upcoming meetings and projects.
" Meenal" she called and soon a woman in her late twenties appeared in front of her , Meenal Sharma , a talented woman , divorcee with a 3 year old son , even after facing countless barriers, she stood tall and confident in front of Ayesha. She's a newly hired assistant, less experience but great knowledge.
" yes , Mam " Meenal answered in her composed and sincere voice.
" What's the next gala , meeting or any even I've to attend? " Ayesha enquired
" Mr. Shashwat Sehgal's wedding, Mam, it's on a cruise Mam, the details are already sent to you by email . "
" hmm. Eeshan and Abhijeet bhaiya are also invited? A d the Raghuwanshis ?"
" OH come on Mam, he's Shashwat ! The Shashwat Sehgal , the topmost Lawyer and a damn self made billionaire , his company, his Ngos , his schemes are so famous and successful. It's obvious he has invited all the big names ." That's one thing in Meenal , she speaks a lot when she starts getting comfortable.
Meenal gulped and offers an awkward smile after her great description.
" you know a lot about him , huh? I and Eeshan will go together so no need to prepare anything for my travel. You can have leave while I'm gone . Say hi to Abhiansh " Ayesha said with a slight chuckle.
Meenal nodded with an embarrassed amd awkward look and went back to her work .
" finally, a holiday " said Ayesha with a sigh and leaned on her chair .
*At Raghuwanshi mansion*
( violence â ï¸)
Ayansh was attending his online classes , Anjali was gone with Manish to a gala amd Reyansh was in office.
He was scared . Trembling on his seat . Soon , the door of his room opened, It was Manisha, smiling wickedly
" Bahot zubaan chalti Hai tumhari , beta "
( you speak a lot , son)
" P.please " Ayansh begged
" count" orderd Manisha while holding out a leather belt .
Soon , Ayansh was sobbing
" 4. 45 , a.ahh" he cried while hissing
" next time if I don't get updates about what's happening behind my back , the belt will be replaced with an iron rod you useless trash . Remember, if you fail , I promise, I'll reveal your secrets. Remember this Ayansh ." Barked Manisha and went away .
As she left , Ayansh hugged his knees buried his face between them and sobbed , he was miserable too.
Nobody ever knew how he was suffering in silence, how he was getting punishment for his non existing sin , he was just 19 . He may had hated Ayesha earlier but he was a kid he was just feeding on the haterd and loathe he heard about her .
This family is way too messed up . That is for sure . They're all in some way burning in the heat of situations . Some have already burnt , some will burn .
Hi lollies â¨ï¸â¨ï¸
So , I hope you guys like this update , I may not be able to update regularly I'm under too much pressure but it's my best that I could get , hope you'll like it .
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