"Why you accepted a widow woman like me as your wife"
She said with painful tears and holding his collor tightly in pain, he just stare at her who is adorned in a beautiful red lahenga in which he always wanted to see her. He softly kiss her neck ma...
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"Agar tumne dhyaan diya hota to ye important deal hamaare haath se nahi jaati"
(If you would have focused on it than this deal wouldn't have go away from our hands)
Aamish's grandmother's words left him in utter disbelief as he stared at her, his expression filled with shock. Despite his relentless efforts to complete the project, he ultimately failed, and now instead of seeking a solution, everyone was quick to blame him. This situation left him feeling both hurt and angry. Y/n, who was sitting beside Aamish on the couch, observed the family and spoke up
"Aap log sara blame inpar kyu daal rahe hai"
(Why are you all putting all the blames on him)
Aamish gazes at his family, who fall into silence upon hearing y/n's words, as she mentally smirks. She is the individual who seized this project from Aamish through her influence, aiming to take his family away from him. This is her strategy to sow discord among them
"Agar biwi ke jagah kaam par dhyaan deta to ye nahi hota"
(If you would have focused on work instead of wife than this wouldn't have happened)
Swara's eyes bore into her son as she displayed her disdain for y/n, causing Aamish to storm off in anger. Y/n followed him with a sly grin, methodically seizing control of not only his emotions but also his business by strategically placing her own men and security personnel within the company
Aamish stormed into the room with frustration evident on his face. As he stepped inside, his feet lost traction, causing him to tumble to the ground. His head collided with the unforgiving glass table, resulting in a gash that began to bleed. Aamish let out a pained groan before losing consciousness. Y/N entered the room with a sly smile, clearly pleased with her actions. She gazed at Aamish with a sinister expression, knowing she had intentionally set the scene by wetting the floor and placing the glass table strategically. Approaching his prone form, she knelt down beside him and uttered
