Sometimes she felt she is in cage and need escape from there but more she try more she falls in the pit. She wants to ask for help but didn't get courage . She wants to eliminate this endless struggle, the continuous void which shouting loudly in her that something is missing. There were days when she wanted to throw everything, break everything comes in her way. Its more than enough things is going beyond her control.

"I need to fix it. This is going beyond control if it will continues like this I'll be certified crazy someday ." she resolved.

She dried herself with a towel and wear a mustard yellow knee length kurti pairing with black leggings. She dried her hairs and tied them in a bun. She came out and as expected Akshita is waiting for her . Her hairs need to be combed. She looks cute in her school uniform and messy hair.

"Mumma I know I am cute but stop admiring me and make my ponytail." the usual irritated complaint came from her.

"you brat, come here " Smita said and ran towards her. After completing whole round of house she pic up her in arms and start tickling.

"Mumma... I... Am so.. Sorry..

No matter how is current scenario Akshita always light up things for her. She make her hairs and they headed for the breakfast.

*************

School was tiring for mother daughter duo. Smita opened the gate and an envelope is waiting on the door step. She tear the envelope and there is some paper which created lines on her forehead.

"Mumma" Akshita nudged her

"Huh"?

"Mumma what happened?"

"Nothing" she assured her by caressing her hairs. "some urgent work came. I need to go but I'll return at dinner time and I am going to bring your favorite dish."

"Okay" Akshita said.

**************

At Ranawat construction
"I want to meet Akshay" she said to receptionist.

"You can't, you do not have appointment."

"Then give me the one." Smita said nonchalantly which shocked the receptionist. She was prepared for a drama but Smita didn't create any.

"Wait over there" she signed to waiting area. Soon some other clients came and she was occupied.

"Guard, guard" she shouted when she find the waiting area empty.

Smita took the advantage of opportunity and marched towards his cabin. He was resting on his twirling chair looking towards the wall.

"I didn't knew you are this desperate to cone in my arms." he said without looking at her.

"Shut up Akshay."

"Oh so you remembered my name too quickly. Few days ago you have nothing to do with me."

"Stop your dirty tricks Akshay." she shouts. Her body was shaking with rage.

He twirled quickly. Her accusations awake the beast in him. His fist tightened. His eyes were shooting daggers at her. He closed the distance between them in mean time and hold her arms tightly "You are the one who is playing tricks since beginning." he said with gritted teeth.

"This is not true." she tried to defend herself.

"Like I believe you." he said in cold tone.

"You have to believe me Akshay." She cupped his face with both her hands and look directly into his eyes. He on the other hand focusing on the wall behind her. "Look at me Akshay" she commanded. He looks towards her and she is as beautiful as she was few years ago. Her hazel brown eyes wchich called him to dive in her, luscious lips need to be claimed immediately and small nose which he used to pinch to irritate her.He can spent days looking her. She calms him, ease his worry. He wants to hold her in his arms forever. He wanted to cage her in his arms so she never ever leave him. Its so peaceful here like she is his salvation. She made smoothening pattern on his back. "Look in my eyes Akshay, I am not lying." her voice break his trance so does the magic spell. His fury resurfaced.

"Your tricks won't work on me again. Pack your bags as you two will stay with me as per court's order"he said indifferently.

She starts taking backward steps. She can't believe her true emotions to be tagged as tricks. Nothing can be bad than this. He can't do this to me. Her heart refused to believe it.

"One more thing Mita be prepared to enter in hell." he said coldly.

That word Mita brought thousands of memory. He gave her that nickname when they were intimated for the first time. He can't use it for his sadistic pleasure. Her heart break into pieces. She was on the verge of emotional breakdown so she ran as fast as she could. She can't break in front of this man. Not now, not ever.

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