SS: Expecting CEO's baby lst prt pg 14 - Page 7

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Hey pooja,

Wow!! That was a fabulous part. Jai, bani are coming closer!!! Too good!!!

Continue soon!!!

God bless
Dhani

I guess slowly they are both drifting towards each other...you know he is bothered when she mentions Pushkar's name, yet he says its our baby when they talk. And she too thinks of him often as more than the man who's was the donor.

omg they kissed. still wondering how u managed to put jai on a preggy bani....... but they kissed. mmm massage, damn am sitting at my pc for hours now, homework......., need a massage too, wont mind if jai came.

cont soon

wonderful story pls cont soon....

Great part! I think Jai is jealous about Pushkar. They kissed! They're really getting comfortable with each other but that will make them feel awkward now. Eagerly waiting for the next part. Please continue soon.

aw they r trying to ignore da heat between them!

hey when u r going to update great story cont soon

Thanks guys. Here is the next part.

Few Days after that incident.

"Tony is Mr Walia gone to office?" I asked Tony who was instructing other servant cleaning the house. I could say something was special today as the way they were cleaning the house.

"Good Morning mam. No Mr. Walia hasn't gone to office but he is not at home as well."

"Is there anything important today Tony. This all.." I asked him pointing all around the living room with my hands. "and where is Mr. Walia if he is not at office?"

"Well today is Mr. Walia's dad's birthday and he has gone to temple. Today we are having Puja at house so this is all preparation for. He should be coming any moment."

"I nodded and went to kitchen and was shocked to find nothing cooked"

I was about to call Tony when I heard him saying "Mam food is being cooked outside at the garden and we generally don't eat today until Puja finished."

"Oh that I know Tony I was just checking what are the food being cooked today" I said suddenly feeling embarrassed of what Tony must be thinking about me.

After sometime Mr. Walia came wearing a white kurta pyjama along with a priest and started doing the preparation for Puja. Looking at his white clothes I went to my bedroom to change and came out wearing white sari but I still don't understand why everyone was wearing white as it as his dad's birthday not some funeral. Arranging my sari I came outside to see living room to be filled by guest.

"Mr. Walia its time now. We should Puja" called the priest. "Bani!" Mr. Walia called me to sit along him to do Pooja then only I saw why everyone was wearing white clothes. It was not only his Dad's birthday but also his mom death anniversary. What an awful coincidence. Nearly an hour later Puja was finished and offered prasad to everyone. Everyone started to have lunch and Mr. Walia went upstairs. In this whole process never did he even once glance at me. I felt really hurt that he didn't say such a big thing to me. I had no appetite left but for Baby I had to eat. Slowly almost all the guest started leaving but not even a single person asked about him, might be this is what happens every year. It's just me who knows nothing about all this and no one even bothers to tell me. I felt really bad. With a heavy heart I went to my room but Mr. Walia was not there. I went to look after him and found him in his study but the door was closed and I didn't find it good to disturb him.

It was nearly ten and still there was no sign of him. Since morning he has not eaten anything and I was getting worried. I know what parents mean to us but it doesn't mean to shut own self from everyone else. Slowly I made my way toward study and try to open the door. Thank god door was not locked form inside. I put my head first and then only entered. He was lying on one of the couches with eyes closed and legs on the table nearby. There was a bottle of scotch on the table and a whiskey filled glass near it, which doesn't seem to be touched. If you sleep with any person for nearly two months you can make out whether he is sleeping or just pretending to sleep and here latter was true. With tentative step I went near him and shook him. He first didn't open his eyes but failed at my persistence and could say he as crying looking at his red bloodshot eyes. My throat contracted and heart wrenched at his sight.

"Lets go to sleep Mr. Walia. It's already ten. Its uncomfortable here." He tried to protest but looking at my firm face he didn't. As his feet touched the ground his lost his balance and I immediately ran up to him for his support. With my arms around his waist and his around my shoulder I took him to the bed.

It was nearly an hour that we came to bed but sleep was nowhere. He was tossing and turning on the bed continuously. I placed my hand on his shoulder but he stilled. I tried t turn him around but he didn't move.

"What happen Mr. Walia?" Getting no response I tried again. "What happen Mr. Walia? Won't you even tell me?"

Suddenly he turned and hugged me tight. I ran my hand across his hair and back to persuade him to talk.

"I was nineteen years old when I joined university to do my bachelors. My subjects were business and accounting as since childhood I was interested in it. There was a girl named Roshni in the same year as mine. We had almost same subjects. All the boys were attracted towards her, her carefree attitude, her sweet arrogance, and I was no less. I was one of the bright students of the class where she was just the opposite. So, one day he came to me to me to ask if I could help in one of her assignments. I agreed and since then I started helping her in her works, projects and even during exams and she used to take me with her on different parties, discos, clubs, etc. Me being a quite reserve guy and she being a extrovert, party girl everybody was surprised looking us together but as said opposite attract we were in time head over heals with each other. We nearly dated for about two and half years when suddenly her dad came to know about us.

He didn't like even a bit about we dating each other. She was a daughter of multi millionaire businessman where as my Dad was a simple engineer of a small architectural firm. He tried to stop Roshni from seeing me but she was no less then her dad when came to stubbornness. We continued seeing each other. I was continuously being threatened to be kicked out of the university and even my dad was having problems in his office so we thought of eloping as once we are married he wont be able to do anything since I will be his son in law. Everything was fixed priest was ready; my friends were all around the temple to sort out if any problem arises but unfortunately as the wedding was about to start her Dad. If it was just him my friends would have stopped him but he came with police.

We both were adults so police couldn't do anything to us but her manipulative dad, he started saying how Roshni is lived all her life in wealth, with her wish being fulfilled and how difficult her life will be without money once she will marry me. He threatened her to kick her out of his property and she out of her fear broke our marriage and went to her dad and also agreed that my friends and I have forced her in to the marriage. I was under the custody for about two days and when came out I came to know that she went to America to continue her studies there and may will never come back.

Since that day I could no longer study properly, my grades were decreasing day by day, I was getting thinner and I was under depression. I didn't know what was going in my house or how worried my parents were about me. Mechanically I used to go to university and come back home. No friends nothing. Suddenly I got a phone call in my university that my Dad got a stroke and he is admitted at hospital. I went running to hospital but my luck, he had already taken his last breath. I couldn't even see my dad during last minute of his life. My mom couldn't tolerate this news. She started getting ill. My mom and dad were very close to each other. They were like made for each other couple. I showed so many doctors but with the demise of my dad my mom had had no wish to live any further and nearly after three months on my dad's birthday she too took her last breath. Within three months from a happy go lucky boy I became an orphan with no one in the world. After that day I swore I will be a richer than Roshni's dad, I will destroy him, those dreadful days that my mom suffered I wanted him to suffer everyday. I worked hard all day and night. Fought for a scholarship and went to US to do my MBA. From a small hotel I built an empire of Walia Groups of Hotel Industries. I brought Roshni's dad on street. Took over all his hotels and business. He couldn't take it all so he lost his mental balance and now he is counting his last days at a mental hospital in America. And Roshni, well for me she is not worth even my hatred so I just left here where ever she is and not heard since them but even today Why cant I find peace inside me. Still there is a burning rage inside me. Whenever I try to remember I parents I can't remember happy days spend with them instead I see my dad's lifeless body under the hospital and my mom's devasted state after his death."

He parted away from and looked at my face. "Why Bani? Why?"

I had no answer to his question, what would I say to a man who lost his parents when he was just introduced to the outer world, whose lover betrayed him for mere money, who is under the guilt that because of him his parents died such terrible death and who may be first time is crying after his dead parents. But looking at his vulnerable state, looking at him crying his heart out churned something inside me. The every tear that fell from his eyes pierced my heart, it made me sick to my stomach and made me realise that I love this person who sobbing like a child, a shrewd arrogant business man, which he is often called, that I cant bear to see him in such state, that I love me in such extent that it hurts.

Hope you liked it. Waiting for your comments. 😛😊