AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
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Akshat stepped into his family’s grand, airy living room, his shoes clicking softly against the marble floor. The space was as familiar as it was comforting, with sunlight filtering through the large bay windows, casting warm patterns on the floor. His mother, Vishakha, sat at the dining table, leisurely sipping her tea while perusing the newspaper. She was dressed elegantly in a soft, cream-colored sari, her hair tied back in a neat bun. The aroma of freshly brewed tea and the faint sound of the rustling paper filled the room.
As soon as she spotted Akshat, Vishakha set the paper aside and gave him a concerned look. “Akshat! Tu kaisa hai? Maine suna Thakur got arrested for forcing a girl to marry him?” Her voice held a note of disbelief, and there was a faint frown of worry creasing her forehead.
Akshat settled beside her, the weight of the day's events still heavy on his shoulders. “Ji Maa, it’s true,” he replied, his voice steady, but his mind swirling with the memory of everything that had transpired.
Rakshit, his father, appeared in the doorway, his stern but curious gaze focused on Akshat. “What happened to the girl? Is she fine?” he asked, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.
Akshat hesitated for a moment, the image of Amrit’s tear-streaked face flashing in his mind. What could he say? “Um... she... she got rescued. I called the police and told them everything.” He tried to keep his tone neutral, not revealing the turmoil he felt inside.
Vishakha sighed in relief, her hands clasping together. “Thank God! I hope us Thakur ko kadi se kadi saza mile,” she said, her eyes flickering with a protective fierceness.
Akshat's jaw tightened, a surge of determination coursing through him. “I’ll make sure of that,” he muttered under his breath, his hands clenching slightly.
“Kya?” Rakshit asked, his brows furrowing as he caught the tail end of his words.
Akshat quickly shook his head. “Nothing, Dad. I should get some rest. I have lectures to attend later.” He excused himself and made his way to his room, his footsteps soft but purposeful.
Once inside his room, Akshat closed the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and sank down onto the bed, his thoughts immediately wandering back to Amrit.
The image of her standing there, vulnerable and alone, lingered in his mind. She must be so alone right now, he thought, his brows knitting in concern. He hadn’t had the chance to properly check on her after everything that happened. How must she be feeling? What if she’s hungry? The questions played over and over in his mind, each one pulling at his conscience.
