Chapter 109 I'll Not Go with You!!
It is around 8 in the morning. The entire mansion is quiet; only the faint clinking of utensils from the kitchen and dining hall breaks the silence. Just then, Shorya comes downstairs, freshly dressed. His crisp white shirt, neatly set hair, and the same confident expression he always carries make him look every bit his usual self.
At the table, Mr. Shekhawat, I, Ayansh, and little Vikram are already having breakfast. Neeti is serving everyone. Everything seems normal until Shorya sits in his usual chair with a smile and says,
“Good morning!”
But only I reply to his greeting. The others behave as though they haven’t even heard him. Shorya looks a little surprised but doesn’t react openly. Turning to Neeti, he casually says,
“Serve my breakfast quickly, I’m getting late for the office.”
Neeti, calm and cold, replies,
“Breakfast is finished.”
For a moment, Shorya’s face freezes. He looks at her in disbelief, as though he has misheard. “What? Why isn’t there any for me?”
Holding back her emotions, Neeti answers in a firm but hurt tone, “I only cooked for Dad, I, and the kids. Not for you.”
Anger flashes across Shorya’s face, “Why? Why not for me?”
Her reply pierces him deeper than he expects, “Because in this house, I supposedly don’t do anything, just sit around. And if people don’t value my work, I’ve stopped doing it for them.”
Shorya’s face turns red with rage, “Neeti, you...”
But she cuts him off, her voice heavy with pain and bitterness, “I’m a good person, but not everyone values that.”
Shorya turns sharply toward his father, “Dad, are you seeing this? She’s saying all this right in front of you!”
Mr. Shekhawat remains calm, “Don’t involve me. I already warned you yesterday.”
Shorya pouts like a child, as if about to complain further. He glances at Vikram, but the little boy still frightened from yesterday’s incident turns his face away.
So Shorya looks at Ayansh instead, “See, son? Your aunt doesn’t even want to give me food in this house anymore.”
Ayansh giggles innocently, “Well, who told you to fight with her in the first place?”
The moment he says that, laughter spreads across the table. Shorya, embarrassed, turns back to Neeti, “Neeti…”
She interrupts firmly, “Say whatever you want. I’m not doing anything for you anymore. Cook your own breakfast, press your own office clothes, find your own files, and even pack your own lunch.”
With that, she calmly sits down to eat her own breakfast. Shorya glares at her, his voice sharp with pride, “You’re so arrogant about your work. Do you think I can’t live without you? I’ll do everything myself and prove it.”
And with that, he pushes his chair back harshly and storms upstairs without looking back.
As he leaves, Neeti’s eyes soften with sadness. Somewhere deep down, she hopes he will apologize but instead, he accepts the challenge.
She lowers her head in silence. Mr. Shekhawat chuckles quietly, “He won’t be able to do a single thing. He doesn’t know how. You’ll see, in the end he’ll come back to apologize.”
Neeti simply nods, hiding the heaviness in her heart. She doesn’t even finish her own breakfast.
A little while later, Shorya comes back downstairs, dressed sharply and ready to leave. Looking at his father, he says, “Dad, I’m leaving.”
Mr. Shekhawat replies, “You’re already late today.”
Shorya snaps irritably, almost childishly, “From tomorrow, I won’t even go to the office.”
Then, changing his tone, he goes straight to Vikram. Kneeling down, he gently kisses both his cheeks, “Sorry, son. Did Dad hurt you yesterday?”
The boy nods innocently.
Shorya lifts him in his arms and speaks softly, “Child, those were Dad’s important documents that you spoiled. Now Dad will have to work twice as hard. Would you like that?”
Vikram shakes his head with a firm ‘no.’
Shorya smiles warmly, “That’s why, son, you should only play with your toys, alright?”
This time, Vikram nods ‘yes.’
Seeing this, my mood lightens, and a small smile touches my lips. From a distance, Neeti watches. Her anger hasn’t fully cooled, but somewhere in her heart, she wishes Shorya would understand her pain.
Setting Vikram down, Shorya looks back at his father, “Dad, you see? Children understand when spoken to with love. But some people… they can’t be reasoned with at all.”
The hint is obvious it’s directed at Neeti. Mr. Shekhawat smirks slightly, “I know exactly how smart you are, son. No need to keep reminding me.”
Shorya mutters inwardly, “Of course, you’ll always take her side.”
Finally, he walks over to me, hugs me gently, and whispers, “I’ll talk to you this evening, okay sweetheart?”
I nod quietly.
Then Shorya leaves the mansion, but his words weigh heavily on Neeti. She sits there in silence, feeling as though maybe, just maybe she truly isn’t able to manage the household as well as she thought.
Suddenly, Samar walks inside, and the entire mansion seems to fill with the aura of his presence. The moment little Ayansh who is about to head toward the garden sees him, he jumps in excitement. His tiny legs run quickly, and he wraps himself tightly around Samar’s feet.
“Dad..!!” Ayansh’s innocent cry draws everyone’s attention toward Samar.
My eyes instantly well up. In my heart, years of pain and love resurface together. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes.
Samar bends down, lifting Ayansh into his strong arms. Kissing the little boy tenderly on his cheeks, he asks, “How is my little troublemaker?”
Ayansh giggles and replies, “I’m fine.”
For a brief moment, peace fills Samar’s heart, as if a part of his own soul is still alive in this house.
Mr. Shekhawat’s deep, heavy voice echoes, “Come, Samar, my son… sit down.”
Samar places Ayansh on the sofa and, without hesitation, declares, “I’ve come to take my wife back.”
The air inside the mansion turns cold.
I, who have been silently watching everything, feel anger flare inside my chest. My hands clench, my heart pounding hard as I step forward.
“I will not go with you!” I shout.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!