The first thing Sanvika did was to call her mother. “He is a kid. He cannot press charges without his parents’ support.” Nirmala said.
“But Ma, can we do something for him? Pay for his college…”
“Sanvika, we already paid a ridiculous amount of money to his parents.”
“Foster parents,” Sanvike corrected her mother.
“Whatever. We are not paying more. And you know how much colleges cost. And the kid is not even going to go to college for the next two years.”
“But, Ma…”
“Sanvika… Nothing will happen to you. You don’t need to worry. Ma will make sure of that. Don’t you know me?” She knew her mother. She knew that her mother was ruthless when it comes to business and the safety of her family. “Did you tell Vivaan?” Nirmala went on to ask.
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Taylor dropped into the table at the diner. His right hand was still in a sling. Sanvika looked at him. There was rebellious courage on his face. “How did you manage to vandalise the car with your hand still like that?” Sanvika asked. She was trying to act superior like her mother would have done. She still felt incredibly sorry for Taylor and guilty. But she tried not to show it. “I had some help,” He said. “Sophie?”“I have other friends besides Sophie.”“Hm. But it is just a car. You achieved nothing by spray painting on my car. I can just re-paint it. Change the windshield.”“Yes. I figured that.” He said in mockery. “Even if I vandalise multiple times, you can just replace the glass, just re-paint it… Even get a new car. Since money is not an issue, right? Since you guys have got a hell lot of
When Sanvika came down the next morning, Tariq was talking to Yashwanth, the teenage worker. “What is he still doing here?” Sanvika asked Tariq,“He says he wants to work here,” Tariq said. “What do you say, San?”Sanvika took a look at Yashwanth. He somehow reminded her of Taylor, even if they looked nothing alike. “Are you sure?” She asked Yashwanth, “Shouldn't you be studying somewhere?”“I have not even passed 10th, madam.” He said.“San,” she corrected him.“Huh?”“Not madam, it’s San. If you want you can add ‘didi’ to it.” She said.“San didi, madam.” He said sheepishly. He looked so innocent and cute that Sanvika took a liking to him.“Good morning…” Vivaan greeted everyone as he came in through the door with small glass cups filled with coffee. &ldq
Vivaan’s lips crashed into her and his hands went under her T-shirt. Hungrily, he explored her soft skin, his hands travelling from waist to up… Until his fingers hit the fabric of her bra. He looked up for permission. But Sanvika looked nervous. “Vicky…?” he whispered. “It’s not even the first time. Why am I so nervous!” Vivaan chuckled, “I am nervous too…” he said. And he did look nervous. Sanvika softly touched his cheek. “You are?” She asked. “Yeah. It’s you.” Vivaan kissed her. Slowly first, then passionately. His hand pushed under her bra, feeling the most amazing curves of her. Sanvika shivered against him. “I can’t hold any longer…” Vivaan said moving back. He took off his shirt and began to unbuckle his jeans. But that is when his mobile started to ring. Vivaan looked super annoyed at the mobile ring. He took the mobile out of his pocket. He blinked at the screen. “Your dad is calling me.” He said, confused. “Dude, did he inst
That evening, Shardul found Vivaan sitting on the beach on a fallen coconut tree. He was looking broody. “Vivaan,” He called as he approached him.Vivaan turned around. “Hm…Shardul bhai,” Vivaan forced a smile.“Is something wrong?’ Shardul asked sitting beside Vivaan.“No. Why?” Vivaan lied.“You called me Shardul bhai.”“Hm?” Vivaan did not register it first as his mind was elsewhere.“You call me Mr Flower, right?”“Oh yeah. Mr Flower.” Vivaan said. He smiled and looked away to the sea. “That is a bit childish, right? I mean it’s weird for a grown man to call another man as Mr Flower.”Shardul chuckled. “I thought that all the time you had called me Mr Flower. But then… you always felt like a child. Always happy. Always radiating positivity and energy…” He
Sanvika stared at her bank balance on her laptop screen. It was not much. Barely enough to survive for a month. She had no idea what she is going to do. No entrupener in Goa knew. Some were already broke and in debt. And some closed up their shops.Sanvika looked back at Astrid and Tariq who were having a mild argument. Their arguments were getting more serious than playful these days. Sanvika knew that it is because this was not the right time to have a baby. Financially, and because of the condition out there. Astrid was more and more concerned about her delivery each day. She seemed to take out her frustration on Tariq.Shardul was helping out more in his sister’s restaurant than at San’s. Many of the workers who worked in Suchil and Aron’s restaurant left to go to their hometowns.Sanvika looked at young Yashwanth wiping tables. “Why are you doing that?” She asked, “There is nobody to come.”“Still, ther
“What if I want to come back?” Sanvika turned to him. “Then does it change things? If I come back… then what?”Vivaan kept looking into her eyes. Trying to figure out what she meant by those words. But then his ultimate thought was…Taylor. “Well, I don’t know…” He said. “I don’t feel anything for you anymore.” He lied.“When was that important for us? We were meant to marry without emotions from the beginning.” Sanvika asked even when his words hurt her badly.“Yes. But that was before.” He said.“Before?”“Before everything…” He said softly.“Why should that matter?” She asked.“Why should it not matter? You broke my heart….”“You broke mine too.” She said.“You chose to leave me.” He accused.“Yes, so what if I chose t
The next day, Mukesh Singhania passed away. It was his dying wish that Vivaan marries Sanvika. He wanted to entrust his daughter and his business to the hands he trusted.The funeral could not be held as he passed away because of Covid. They just had a small gathering, obeying covid protocols. Vivaan’s parents, his brother and sister-in-law were there. Nirmala discussed the details of the marriage with them.Vivaan and Sanvika could not interact much among everything. Sanvika stayed at the other end of the room, trying to hold her tears back. She had already cried a lot. And she was weak and tired from all the tears.Vivaan continued to do the business work at Singhania Industries and it began to bother Sanvika. Vivaan never did want to be a businessman. It was his father’s insistence. Also, Singhania Industries were supposed to be their responsibility. ‘Her’ responsibility. When Mukesh and Nirmala sent Sanvika to Harward, t
Sanvika looked at Vivaan lying on the couch. She felt insulted. Awkward. Perplexed. But more than anything, hurt. This was her wedding night. She always had dreams about her wedding night with Vivaan and her imaginations did not go like this.Her eyes threatened to spill tears. So she cleared her throat and looked away.“Hm… You are kind of taking things too far, you know.” She said looking back at him. “I mean… It’s just me. We have slept on one bed even we were just friends. Then what is the big deal in sleeping on the same bed now?”Vivaan did not reply.Now tears really began to come. She wiped them away. “Vivaan…” she called.“I am sorry,” He whispered, not looking at her. “Give me some time. Some days… I will tell you everything.”“Everything? What everything?” She asked.“Just…. Things.”“Wha