Chapter 62

Part 62

"Samaira is not safe." Pranit was let out after crushing the toxic stick. In the ashtray, while Veer was lost in his own thoughts, trying to join the dots, "Was it Vihaan?" Samir was doubting one particular person, only to receive a negative nod from Samaira.

"I don't think that, there was a girl, I am like 90% sure," she said, taking a deep breath, "someone is planning something big," Veer said, pointing out the silent spectator of all the conversation.

"The CCTV was off when all of these happened. At morning, I went to inquire about it as Veer told me to but didn't find any of the proof," Samir said.

"I will shoot that bastard with my own hand," Samaira was seething in anger. "We all are here for you, princess, and we will punish them brutally," Pranit said to his daughter.

"Veer," he looked up as his father-in-law called out his name, "You have back-to-back music recordings, don't you think you and Samaira should stay with us in our mansion?" Pranit asked

Before Samaira could answer, Samaira interrupted, "No, we will stay in our home, and we are safe here."

"But princ--"

"No, dad, not a word. We are totally fine here," and that was the end of the discussion.

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"Are you sure that you want to go to the fashion house?" he asked, stuffing more pasta in her mouth. She just hummed, "I'll drop you."

After dropping Samaira, Veer went to the J.V. Music office as the owner of the company had called him for the meeting; he didn't want to do any project with them, but his love told him to give it a chance. Walking in, he went to the receptionist.

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"I came here to meet Mr. Varun Kapoor; can you please tell him that Veer is here?" Veer said politely, "Sure, just give me a minute." The lady excused herself and made a telephone call while Veer looked here and there. He wasn't at all excited, nor was he mesmerised by the beauty of the music company.

After talking, the receptionist showed him the way to the cabin, and he went there, knocking on the door and walking in, saying, "I was waiting for you only."

The man forward his hand to shake "Varun Kapoor"

"Veer," he said, shaking hands with him.

"Ahaa Veer Singhania" Varun corrected only to receive a negative nod from Veer: "I prefer Veer only."

Varun nodded and said, "Have a seat, Mr. Veer." He took a seat opposite Varun and asked, "Do you prefer coffee or tea?"

"Nothing, Mr. Kapoor."

Varun let out a sigh and said, "Well, I've heard your song with Palash, and I want you to sing for my music label. I'll pay you thrice of what Palash has paid." He came to the point, and Veer so wanted to chuckle at his face and yell that money wasn't something that was attracting him. "Why do you want me to sing, Mr. Kapoor? I am just a newbie in this field. I am not even a professional singer." "I am not even

Varun was impressed by his question, "Well, your identity is hidden, so it will benefit me more, that's why." Even Palash said those words to him.

Veer was about to reply back when the door went open and someone barged in, catching their attention, "Bhai (brother), I am-- oh, sorry, I don't know that you are busy anyway. I'll come later."

"It's ok, Jass, come inside," Varun said, letting his sister walk in.

"Veer?" he turned, staring at the girl in confusion. "Do I know you?" he was straightforward.

"I don't know about you, but I know you very well." Veer's frown deepened. "Me and Samaira are in the same fashion institute, and I know that you are her husband; my name is Jasmine Kapoor." Veer nodded in understanding.

"Veer, this is the contract; look into it, and here is a copy of it; give it a read, and get back to me if you have any queries about the clauses or the payment," Varun said, passing him the papers.

"I need time." Veer said, staring at Varun, who was oblivious to the creepy gaze on him, "Sure, you have two days time."

"Ok, then I'll take a leave now."

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After the meeting, Veer went to pick up Samaira from the fashion institute. He found her standing with two of her friends, Shraddha and Puja. Veer approached them with a smile, but something inside him twisted painfully when he saw her face was devoid of any emotion.

"Hey baby," he placed a kiss on her forehead and found her lips forming a smile.

"Veer and Samaira, don't forget you both have invitations to my place for dinner," Puja reminded them. "Of course we will be there. I have always heard about your cooking skills, and I am so excited," Veer said as they all chuckled.

After bidding her farewell, Veer opened the passenger seat door for her, and she sat inside while he occupied the driving seat. "This is for you, wifey," he told her, passing her the dark chocolate. Knowing her love for dark chocolate, she took it from him and started eating without saying a word.

Veer tried to make conversation with Samaira throughout the drive to their apartment, while Samaira replied to him with short words. "The design I made was selected, and I got praises as well." She didn't even sound excited when she said, "Oh wow, I am so proud of you." She smiled at him, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"Don't you think we should celebrate it with some ice cream and pastries?" she nodded without closing her eyes. "I don't want to go, I just want to go home," she said, which sounded like a plea.

"Okay if that's what you want."

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"Veer you are angry on me right" she asked, they were laying sideways facing each other. "Of course not, why would I be angry on you?" he whispered, pulling her close to him. She flinched for a few seconds then relaxed in his comforting hold.

"I know you are trying way too much and it's been a week since all these happened but I am not able to forget all of them, I just want to erase those shitty memories from my mind," she shared her dilemma with him. "I am here for you, Baccha, don't be so harsh on yourself, and I love you." His words warmed her heart.

Holding his hands, she pecked his palms before snuggling closer to him.

"How was the meeting with J.V. Music?" She asked, staring up at him. He felt good seeing her initiate the conversation. "Yeah, I met with Mr. Varun Kapoor, and he gave me the song and a copy of the contract. I will look into it later." He answered, caressing her scalp.

"You know I met with Jasmine Kapoor; she is Varun's sister, and she said that she is with you at the fashion institute." Samaira pulled back with a jerk and stared at him, a frown etched on her face.

"What Jasmine?" He nodded yes, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh, I dislike her way too much; she is a witch," Samaira said.

"Is she the same girl with whom you fight most of the time?" Veer interrogated.. "She started the fight every time. Anyway, let's just stop talking about her. I want to sleep."

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"Are you out of your mind?" "Why did you do that?" He yelled at her shaking form.

"You are screaming at me for that girl, bhai (brother)?" She wiped her tears and asked, "You don't love me anymore, right?" "You hate me, right?" Shaking her head, she started crying hysterically.

His expression softened as he stepped closer to her, "Jass," he called, cupping her cheeks, "I love you so much; you are my only family," he wiped her overflowing tears.

"But what you did was wrong; you hired a man to molest Samaira, like, seriously? This is unacceptable. He tried to make his sister understand, but all she did was push him and start breaking things.

"Jass, calm down, stop!" he yelled, shaking her by her shoulder. "I want Veer, and she has Veer. I will kill her, bhai; she is the worst." For a second, he got scared by his own little sister.

"Doll, just because of you, I hired Veer for our music label, and soon he will be yours, right?" "You need to wait a little and trust me," he emphasised each and every word.

"Veer is mine; he will be mine," she chanted.

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He saw his wife walking out of the room wearing bootcut black jeans and a floral print top that was tucked under her jeans.

Her shoulder-length hair was left open with the middle parted and two clips on either side, and her face had just a minimal amount of makeup and nude lipstick on her lips.

Everything was perfect except the smile on her face; her face was expressionless, and he would do anything to bring back that smile on her face. "Let's go, they must be waiting for us." She said, and he nodded.

They were going to dinner at Puja's residence.

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Veer's pov..

My eyes were on Samaira, who was talking with the kids.

I was a bit relieved that she was smiling and giggling with the kids around.

"Veer, I guess you should take her to the therapist." I heard Puja say, "She was standing beside me." I turned towards hers. "The thing that happened to her left an impact on her mind, and it isn't good at this age, so it's better if you take her to the therapist." She wasn't wrong.

"She is mentally broken, Veer," she further said.

It's been a week and Samaira was still the same: silent and broken. Her dad, I Samir, and I tried every possible way to get to know who was behind all of this, but we didn't find anyone suspicious.

Samaira spent most of the time sitting in the room staring at nowhere, and she was getting nightmares as well, but still she was trying to be strong.

Sometimes she flinched with my touch as well as if she were scared; she wasn't that old talkative and cheerful anymore; she was timid. The drastic change in her behaviour wasn't good.

I just wanted her to be happy and cheerful like before.

And Puja was right. I should take her to the therapist. Maybe she wasn't able to share all of her problems with me; maybe she could share them with the therapist, who would be able to help her and take her out of the dark mess.

"You are puja; I will take her to the therapist." I agreed with her.

"I have the number of a well-known therapist if you want to contact her." I smiled in appreciation. "Of course it would be great help."

She gave me the card, and I thanked her before joining Samaira and Shraddha, who were playing with the kids.

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Placing a kiss on her forehead, I covered her properly with the duvet and got off the bed. I picked up the copy of the contract papers and went to the balcony.

Just then my phone rang, flashing Samaira's dad's name. I picked up the call and said, "Hello?"

"Hello Veer? How's Samaira?" He asked from the other side. "She is fine and sleeping," I answered, holding the railing with my other hand.

"I have doubts about someone, and I want to discuss them with you tomorrow." Now I was curious. "Sure, dad, I'll be meeting you tomorrow," and I hang up the phone.

If Dad had doubts about someone, who would it be? Damn, I was so curious now.

Sitting down on the swing, I started reading the clauses carefully. It took me time to read them, but everything was perfect; there wasn't any fishy clause or condition.

Should I say yes to the deal?

I guess I should; it would help me give Samaira a better and more luxurious life.

To be continued...

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