As soon as I came out of the airport, I saw my driver- Ram uncle waiting for me. I smiled at him and get into my car.
Suddenly I got a call from Dad. " Hello, dad"
" Karthik, Where are you now?" He asked in a serious tone.
" On my way to home dad, what happened? You sounds tensed" I was worried by his sudden change of behavior.
"Nothing, just come fast" he said and hung up.
Strange. Dad won't behave like this. Something is wrong.
Within thirty minutes I reached home. I saw a brand new Lamborghini Aventador in my parking shed.
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That means some guests are here. I have to meet the owner of this beauty.
Oh I forgot to mention, I am obsessed of cars. Driving is one of my favorite hobbies.
As soon as I reached the living room, my smile dropped. The man who is a constant headache for me, is now sitting in my house and having tea with my dad.
It's none other than Mr. Shikhawat. Shekhar Shikhawat .
His lips curved in to a smile as soon as he saw me. But I know, the venom behind his smile.
" Come on Karthik, Me. Shikhawat is waiting you for a long time " Dad said with a smile which didn't reached his eyes.
Dad doesn't know about Shikhawat's threats. He only know him as a business rival.
I deliberately hided my findings from Dad, because I don't want him to stress . Also, I thought I can sort out this thing alone. But now I regret my decision.
Sometimes hiding things from the people will love, will lead to huge mess.
My thoughts were broken by the cough of dad. I forced a smile on Shikhawat and sit on the opposite couch. Just then I saw Mrs . Shikhawat sitting beside my mom.
" So, Karthik, how is everything going?" Shikhawat asked with a smirk on his face.
" Fine" I said with a Stern expression. The last thing I want in this world was a conversation with him.
As God listened my thoughts, my phone starts ringing. I saw the name of Sumit in caller ID. Our friends know, when we need them.
I excused my self and went to balcony.
After chatting with Sumit , I returned to the living room and found the Shikhawat couple who are ready to leave.
My mom insisted them to have lunch, but they politely denied . This is our Indian Tradition. We treat our guests like God no matter what who they are . But my poor mom doesn't know she is trying to feed highly poisonous snakes .
