Chapter 68
Part 68
Veer's pov..
"I just needed some alone time, which is why I chose to leave Veer," she explained as I fed her the masala dosa; her voice became muffled as I shoved more into her mouth.
"You should have it too, I know you're hungry, wait, let me feed you," she said.
"I've been selected for Paris Fashion Week," she started. I knew about it, but still I let her continue, "And I have to give my answer today only before evening whether I want to join my team in Paris or not, and I am rejecting it." My eyes shot up at her words.
"What? What are you saying? Are you out of your mind? "Why are you passing up this great opportunity?" I exclaimed as I jumped out of my chair.
"I don't want to leave you, and I've hurt you enough." Damn this girl and her silly reasons.
"Silly girl," I slapped her on the back of the head, causing her to scowl.
I got to know from her institute that she was being selected for it; they emailed me about it as I was the one who got her admission there.
And how excited she was for it—Pooja sent me her video—she was squealing with delight when her name was called.
"You are more important to me, Veer," I sighed, frustrated, "so you are going to waste my money like this?""You know I spent lakhs to get you into one of the best fashion design institutes; you're disappointing me," I scolded, my voice stern and loud.
"I am not wasting your money; I am confident that I will be selected again next year." She was so casual about it, and here I was freaking out.
"ARE YOU DRUNK OR DRUGGED, Samaira?" She flinched at my tone, scared by the intensity of my voice.
"I don't want to leave for like a fucking whole month." Though she was scared, I could understand it from her body language and expression, but still she chose to fight, her voice reaching octaves.
No, no, no, I had to control myself so we wouldn't fight this time, and I had to make her understand calmly.
"Samaira, it's just a matter of one month, and it will pass in a blink." I cupped her cheeks and expressed, "I know you will miss me, and I will miss you as well, but it's your dream; please accept the offer and live your dream." I knew I would be going crazy without her, and I knew how important this fashion week was for her career.
"You should be proud of yourself that your designs are being selected for it, and..."
"The problem is you won't be there with me; I left you and now I returned to you after 7 days, and now you want me to leave for 1 month; don't you love me anymore?" She went on.
"I only love you, but I won't let my love stand in the way of your career; you're leaving, and it's final; I know I won't be there, but Pooja and Shraddha will be there for you, and I'll call you twice a day, and we'll face time as well."I tried to make her understand as softly as I could.
"You were going crazy when I left you for just 7 days. Will you be able to stay alone for a month?" I had to, baby, because I wanted to see you as a successful woman.
"I'll do it, Samaira."Leaning closer, I placed a kiss on her forehead. "Now call and accept the invitation."
"Fine"
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Sam's pov..
"Wherever you can go," I said, causing his eyes to narrow. "Huh?" he asked.
"You can go to the hospital and meet her," I said again. "I know Arvi is in the hospital and she gave birth to a baby girl. You can go and meet her. I won't stop you," I emphasized.
I got to know about Arvi from my sasurji (father-in-law) and there was no way I would stop Veer to meet his family. I know he still loves his family, though he doesn't show it.
"Uh no, I don't want it. Dad has said that she is fine." He wanted to meet her. I understand that from his tone.
"Stop denying" Standing up, I walked closer to him, stopping between his legs and saying, "Veer, I will never judge or question you. I know you want to meet her." He just gaped at my face.
"They are your family, Veer, and you, me, or anyone can't change it."
"But they treated you worst," he stated.
"I don't hold any grudges against them; I am happy and content in my life, and I wish them the same as well." I answered honestly.
"Do one thing: drop me at Mehta Mansion, then go to the hospital, and on the way back, pick me up," and he finally agreed with it.
I wanted to meet mom and dad as well, as I was angry with dad and didn't talk with him, and now he had to bear my tantrums.
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"I am so proud of you, doll," Mom said as she kissed my forehead; yes, I had told her about Paris Fashion Week.
"I am proud of my princess as well." Dad came from the back, hugging both of us together. "Ayee, give me a little space as well." We giggled at Rishabh Bhai's voice, who was at the table.
"Dad, your princess is angry at you, so if you want to make your princess happy, aka me happy, you must prepare my favourite pastry and shake, and you must plan a family vacation after my arrival from Paris," I demanded.
"Fine, I will, and I have a surprise for you after your arrival," he said, and my eyebrows quirked up.
"Don't ask what the surprise is because he won't tell you," my brother shouted from the other side of the screen.
So he knew about the surprise as well. "Are you planning to visit India, bhai?""Is it what the surprise is?" I squealed and asked them.
"We won't tell you now; you'll have to wait, and okay, I've got to go. Bye-bye, take care."
"Take care "Rish, Rishu, or Bhai," we all wished him back, and he hung up the phone.
"Now, Mr. Mehta," I said as I approached the man with the nervous smile."Go and prepare the things I've demanded." I crossed my arms and stared at him from head to toe.
"Sure, Samaira ma'am." He bowed his head a little too dramatically, then went to the kitchen, while my mother and I laughed.
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Veer's pov..
I made my way towards the private ward where Arvi was staying after asking the receptionist, "Veer," whose mom was the first one to spot me.
Daadi, dad, and mom were there with Arvi "Veer," and dad got up and gave me a hug while I smiled at him.
"Mera baccha (my child), finally you are here." Daadi (grandmother) smiled, and I had no idea what to say or how to wish her; I was feeling awkward.
I looked straight at Arvi, who was already staring at me, her eyes full of tears. Mom got up and gave me a place to sit on the stool beside the bed. "Why are you crying?" I asked her softly, taking a seat.
"Nothing," she muttered, looking down at her palms. "I just feel happy that you came to meet me," she whispered out softly, her voice breaking due to her sobs.
"Sssh, stop crying." I got up and wiped her tears when she hugged me tight and started crying more.
"I am so sorry for everything, bhai, I let you down. I am not a good sister, not a good daughter, I am the worst of all. I am sorry for everything." She sobbed all the way as I stroked her hair to calm her down.
"Sssh, it's alright, it's alright, stop crying; it's not good for your health," I said softly. I didn't want to shout at her, and then neither did I want to say anything; I didn't have any right to speak to her; they didn't think of me as their family.
Still, I felt it was my duty to meet them, and when Samaira made me realise that I had to, I did.
I wiped her tears as the doctor and nurse entered, my gaze fixed on the little baby girl in the nurse's arm, who was wriggling and throwing hands and arms in the air.
"We've done all the tests; results will be available soon." "She is weak, so she has to stay in the hospital for the next 5 days," the doctor said after reviewing the records.The nurse handed the baby to Dad.
"I guess I should leave now," I stated, shaking my head, and as soon as the doctor left, I fulfilled my duty.
"Bhai, aap apni bhanji se nahi miloge (brother, won't you meet with your niece?)" I heard Arvi ask, her voice meek and low. Dad walked towards me with the baby in his arms, who was making sounds by blinking his eyes.
"Hey little sweet, welcome to this world," I said as I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before walking out, ignoring Daadi's call because she didn't want me to leave.
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"She is indeed so cute and beautiful. Oh my God." Samaira squealed when she saw the picture of Arvi's daughter; her dad had sent it to her and she was gushing over it.
"Either you went to meet her, right?" "Did you pick the little bud in your arms?" She asked, turning to me while I was busy stuffing the pizza in my mouth and occasionally sipping the coke.
"I didn't. I felt like an outsider there, so yeah." I answered honestly, and she passed me an understanding smile before taking a bite of the pizza slice.
"Sometimes I think I should get pregnant as well. I want a little version of us." I choked on my pizza and the coke and started coughing loudly at her words, my eyes glistening with tears; I wasn't able to breathe.
"Baby, what's going on with you?"She caressed my back while I continued to cough; shocked would be an understatement here; she left me flabbergasted. I didn't know what was wrong with her.
She wanted a baby; she wanted to get pregnant, seriously. She herself was a baby here.
"Are you out of your mind, chota packet?" "Think before you speak," I reprimanded lightly after taking a deep breath.
"What's wrong with it, Veer?" She asked innocently. I wanted to bang my own head on the wall.
"First, grow up, Samaira, then we'll plan a baby," I said, patting her head.
"Promise me that it will be twins?" I was about to choke again when she thrust her palm forward, but I restrained myself.
What was wrong with her?
"Veer, you just need to impregnate me once, skillfully, so that it turns out to be twins, and then our lives will be settled." Damn, was she drunk? Was something wrong with the pizza she was having?
"Samaira Baccha, you need to sleep; you're saying weird stuff," I suggested, and she pouted before crawling on my lap, straddling it with her legs on either side.I gulped. She was so fucking hot.
"Do you want me to go to sleep, Daddy?" She held my neck, whispering, her lips moving against my jaw.
What was with her obsession with this dadda shit?
"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, Veer, and I want you to fuck my brains out and then make me a sweet love so I can remember and relive it for a month," I twitched as she rained kisses on my jaw and neck.
My fingers trailed from her thighs, stopping at her hips, and if that's what she wanted, I would gladly fuck her, then make sweet love to her, saying, "Your wish is my command, wifey."
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