Mihir's POV
You're my bestest friend!!
No Isha! No!
I mean yes, you're the best friend but you're not only best friend!
You're more then that.. And I don't know what that is!!
I reached home tired and saw mom waiting for me.
"Didn't sleep? " I asked and she looked up at me from a business magazine.
"You're late! Simultaneous day! " She spoke
"Had some work mom" I told
"Dinner? " She asked
"Done! You? " I questioned and she nodded.
"Dont stay awake for me mom" I told
"Well then bring someone who stays awake for you" She winked and I sighed
"Not again mom" I whined
"What Mihir. Come on. Now even Mihira is married. " She reasoned
"So, that's not an excuse to get married" I told
"But why Mihir. Give me a good reason" She asked
"Mom. Please, don't start again" I told and she sighed and stood up.
"Fine. I know the half of it. And you don't wanna speak then don't. Moreover why will you listen to me" She said and was going when I grabbed her hand.
"I can't come out of that mom. It'll take time. Time to heal. Please understand" I whispered and she looked at me.
"I was at mistake mom. I misunderstood. I... I can't believe she left mom. She did that mom. I don't have any idea where she's." I added as a tear left my eye and I knew this...
I knew this that's why I don't speak anything in front of mom because a tear in my eye and rivers in hers.
"I..I'm so sorry. I know what she meant to all of you. And a mistake of mine...has snatched her away from all of us. So now say mom, when I can't move from my past then how should I decide my future with someone else. Because I can't open up to someone with this. I'll be.. Judged" I said and she wiped my tears.
"No. You'll not be judged. When you feel that this person... This person won't judge me ever, tell her that. And yes I know past can't be vanished, but your future and present mustn't be affected by it. " She told
"I'm not that strong mom. I ain't" I whispered and hugged her bidding her good night and came to my room.
Changing my clothes into night wear, I laid down on bed when all the events came running in front of me.
Past- I ruined it because of my idiocy.
Present- I don't know what's right and wrong.
Future- I can't move on with heart heavy.
What a dilemma God!
What a dilemma!!
Isha....
That one name is what runs inside my head.
But the thing is... I can't get too close to her!
Because getting closer to her means giving her the pain of my uncertain future and burdened past.
What will I even tell her about my past!
And how.. How will I even tell her about my past !!
Sighing I closed my eyes but there was a serene face coming in front of my eyes and that made me sleep peacefully.
You're affecting me a lot Isha!!
Lot more then I ever thought!!
I woke up in the morning when there was a continuous knock on the door.
"In " I rasped and the door opened revealing dad and mom.
"Mihir. What the hell is this" Dad asked a bit angry and I looked at him.
"Dad, I've just woke up" I chided
"And how did you even sleep." He snapped throwing the newspaper on bed near me and I looked at him confused yet unfolded the newspaper when the first picture and heading of the news paper caught my eye.
And Here The Look of The Future CEO of B & M reveals!
This is Isha Mittal!
And under that there was her picture.
"What the fuck" I muttered
"Language Mihir. And How did this happen?" Mom asked and I remembered the last night.
"Shit" I screeched and stood up.
I was going to read the whole news when dad stopped me.
"I'll tell you what's in there. Everyone knows who Isha is, where she lives in Mumbai and that she works as an intern in our company. Media knows it all. HOW MIHIR" he asked angrily.
"Kabeer called me minutes back and guess what, I couldn't tell him that I failed to keep that small secret providing Isha the normal life at least till she became CEO" He added
"I'm sorry dad. But, you don't know what happened yesterday at office" I said and they both looked at me while I narrated the whole story.
"Is..she okay" Mom asked concerned
"I don't know mom. Damn it, I need to reach her. We all know how media is." I mumbled and ran towards washroom and in minutes I freshened up, bathed and getting ready,I ran downstairs.
"We called Isha, but she isn't picking up" Mom said and I sighed.
I hope that idiot isn't sleeping like a log.
"Charlie, I want Isha's apartment to be fully secured with guards. No one should enter. Not even any friend right now " I commanded and he nodded as he opened the door of car for me.
Soon we sped up and as I reached the apartment, I was shocked.
There were media vans and cars with so many reporters.
But... They are were just downstairs.
I stepped out the car and my body guards surrounded me yet the bees near me came fleeing.
"Sir... Sir... We got know about Isha Mittal. She worked as your intern. Why? " Someone asked
"Her wish" I replied in a strict voice
"But sir she worked in your company. It must have a big reason right" Another one asked
"Yes the reason was she wanted to prove herself. Is that enough" I asked.
"But why not any other company. Why yours. Is there anything else" One of the reporters asked
"My company? Keep yourself at her place and tell me, which company in India you would've chosen if you were at her place" I asked glaring them and they looked at each other and moved when a question made me look back.
"You were seen yesterday night at her apartment. Is something brewing Mr. Malhotra" A lady reporter asked and I looked at her.
"I dropped her to her apartment. Right at the place where you're standing. So don't, I repeat, don't try to manipulate the things or else I very well know what to do, when to do & how to do" I warned looking at all of them and it was enough for them to shut their mouths.
Turning back I took fast steps inside apartment when I saw some security.
Well, the whole wing surrounded by security.
"Charlie, who are they? Our security" I asked and he denied
"According to them, Mr. Kabeer Mittal's" He told and I took out my phone dialling to Kabeer uncle.
God, how am I gonna say that I couldn't keep his little secret too!
It was just a matter of month more!
"Yes Mihir" His deep voice came
"I'm sorry uncle" I apologised
"It's... Fine Mihir. Abeer told me everything what has happened last night. I must actually thank you" He said
"Uncle. It was my responsibility. Am, I called to ask that is the security in Isha's building yours? " I asked
"Yes. I don't want media to ask her any unwanted questions right now." He reasoned
"That's actually fine uncle. I know how media is going to behave with her. I was, going to do the same. " I told
"It's matter of one month Mihir. I don't want media near her. She can handle it right now too, I know that. But, I just don't want them to question her anything which might affect her decisions of being a CEO. People know her just as my & Baani's daughter till now. Let her once prove that we're parents of Isha Mittal. I.. Hope I'm making sense to you" He asked
"Of course uncle. I can understand your concern. And don't worry. I'm her... I mean, we all are here. " I assured
"I & Baani will reach there till noon" He told
"You, need not to take stress uncle. We'll handle it here" I said
"I know. I don't doubt Mihir Malhotra's capabilities. But I'm a father" He sighed
"Okay uncle. We'll be waiting" I told and cut the call.
I went to the lift and stopped at her floor.
Coming out of the lift I saw Trevor.
"Good morning Mr. Malhotra " He wished and I nodded as he opened the door.
I looked around but there was no one.
"Trevor, Where's Isha" I asked
"A.. Might be in the room " He guessed
" Isha? Ishaa? " I called and the room's door opened and she looked at me for once and then huffed.
"Go away Mr. Malhotra" She screamed
"Isha, just listen to me" I said but she denied
"No. You listen to me. Go back" She stated turning back
"I ain't going anywhere Isha" I said
"Fine. I'll go from he... Great. I forgot that I can't go anywhere from here. I'm caged in these four walls. Because of you" She yelled and I sighed climbing the steps and went towards her.
"If I won't have done that then their mouths won't be shut Isha" I reasoned
"That's the thing. Their mouths didn't shut. And here I'm. Like a prisoner in my own house" She chided
"Let it just calm down a bit Ishu" I sighed and she glared me
"Mera naam mat lo(don't take my name) " She said and a small smile played on my lips.
"Uhuu uhhuu" I faked and she glared me
"Not working" She said and I sighed
"Okay, how about, we go to Theobroma" I asked and she raised her brow.
"Are you bribing me Mr. Malhotra" She asked back
"I'm exactly doing the same Ms. Mittal" I replied and she smirked.
"I've a condition" She said and I huffed
"Excuse me. First of all, yesterday was all the heat of moment. I wasn't at fault. Yet I'm listening to you. And now you've conditions. Not done" I stated
"Fine then. Go away" She said sulking more and I looked at her and then groaned
"Ugh! Why the hell am I even listening to you" I muttered
"Charms young man, charms" She bluffed
"Now speak madame" I said
"Okay so since I'm here just for a month more, I want some desserts from all the famous bakeries of Mumbai, everyday" She demanded
"Really! How can you everyday eat desserts. You'll get more fat eating those junks" I said
"Not a word about them Mr. Malhotra and if you can't then go away. I don't even want to talk to you" She stated turning her back and was going when I grabbed her hand and pulled her near me such that, she fell on me and her hands moved to my shoulders in support.
"Mihir, what are you doing" She whispered
"Try to go Isha" I said and she huffed trying to get away from my hold but I tightened my hold on her waist.
"I ain't letting you go" I added when she again tried pushing me but winced.
"Mihir" She winced and my hold on her waist instantly loosened.
"I'm sorry. Are.. You alright. I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear" I panicked when she looked at me and started laughing.
"Isha.. " I spoke
"You let me go Mihir" She said stepping a bit away from me and I understood what she did.
Sighing I looked at her and before I could turn and go really away she held my hand from behind.
"You can let me go away a bit from you. Like, this. But I know one thing Mr. Malhotra" She said and I turned a bit looking at her.
"You can never hurt me intentionally." She completed looking into my eyes while I was looking into her blue orbs.
They're really hyponotizing.
She stepped a more near me while I was just looking at her.
"My pastries and ice creams Mr. Malhotra" She said with a small smirk on her face while I turned away smiling a bit.
Shit shit shit!!!!
Stop smiling like this you idiot!
I took out my phone going towards the balcony and looked down.
Well Of course Isha lives in a pent house and hence it's on the 35th floor so things won't be visible that precisely.
But still there were some media people still present.
I dialled Charlie and in a ring he picked up.
"Charlie, Some good desserts from Theobroma. And Brownies for sure from there" I ordered
"Anything else sir?" He asked
"No Charlie. Thanks" I replied and cut the call turning around when I looked at Isha.
She was basically seeing... Cartoons!
Seriously!
Cartoons!
And that too sinchan!
God, I'm going to get mad!
Soon, Trevor handed the desserts to Isha and she literally forgot everything that was happening.
Yes, she's absolutely mad!
"Don't you have work today Mihir" She asked as soon as she saw me checking my mails from behind.
"Oh I guess I'm doing the same" I mocked
"God, I mean, office. You're sitting here as if you've no works. You know right that I ain't going anywhere out. Dad's strict orders. And moreover, Media will eat me raw. So I'm here. You can go and work. No need to waste your time baby sitting me " She muttered and I sighed keeping my phone and stood up from couch looking at her.
"Three things. First, Media isn't going to eat you raw till I'm here. They won't dare. Second, I'm not baby sitting you here. I'm here on my own will" I stated
"And third? " She asked when I went near her and raised her chin my my finger.
"And third, My work is my first priority but my family has extra credit points in them. So it tops even the work" I whispered and she looked at me with her blue eyes.
They're... Perfect!
But as soon as I said this, a small tear escaped her eye and before I could react she turned herself and wiped that.
"Tsch Isha. Look here" I demanded
"Ah, I'm fine. Don't worry" She said faking a smile and I sighed.
"No one said you to behave strong whole day" I said and she looked at me.
"You won't understand Mihir." She told sitting on the couch and I sat near her.
"Then make me understand. You've done this before too" I told and she sighed
"I've been kept in a very protective enviornment Mihir. Like, away from this hustle and bustle. Away from media, news and everything. God, till yesterday no one even knew how Isha Mittal looks like. And may be, this, this was the reason my parents didn't want me to make public appearances. They too must've suffered this & they didn't want me to pass the same stage. I know they aren't wrong at all, at their place. But this... This is suffocating. Being prisoner in your own home when you're not at fault" She expressed and I looked at her smiling.
"See, see you're smiling. No one understands me" She whined and stood up when I pulled her back such that she again got seated on couch.
"Shut up Drama Queen and listen" I said
"Hey, I ain't drama queen" She frowned and I raised my brow.
"Fine. Speak" She mumbled
"Whatever your parents did, you know they're right, right? " I asked and she nodded
"So just understand Isha, that sometimes, a prison is more safe then roaming around. You were sent Abroad so that you remain away from this fuss. Media really wants just one small gossip from our lives Isha. They can make it a scandal. Dad & Mom are just like Kabeer uncle And Baani aunt when it comes to Mihira. You daughters are like...their heart beat. So, they're all same. But that doesn't mean they're snatching away your freedom from you. Nah, not at all. They just want you to be safe. And till that prison doesn't take your freedom away from you, how does it even become prison. It's Home." I explained and she looked at me for a full thirty seconds.
"You weren't like this before. " She said and I looked at her confused.
"I mean, when we met. There's some difference in that Mihir and this Mihir. Why? " She asked innocently and my eyes left her eyes for the first time and I looked away.
What should I tell you Isha ...
The Mihir you used to see those days, had a guilt that had taken form of anger.
And Mihir now, has that guilt but he's suppressing that now.
Because he himself don't know...
How to deal with it!
And you got me here, sub concious!
Yes, and I get you there too....
The part of you which you're afraid to tell her!
The only thing which is making you always run away from your exact feelings!
Now tell me Mihir Malhotra...
Am I right?
Or Am I right??
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So, how was the chapter?
So, How was the mom-son conversation again?
And about whom Mihir might be talking? 🥺
What would've happened?
But, Damn, Everyone knows Isha Mittal now?
Now, what?
How's everything going to happen now?
And, what about the question Isha asked at end🥺🥺
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