Karan , a man in his fifties, sitting in the living room,sighed as he ran his hand through his now almost all gray hair. I could have sworn I had enough money to cover this, he thought as he looked up from his calculations and stared at the sky through the window, worry reflected in his eyes.
Where had the money gone to?
He sighed again, reworking the calculation in the futile hope that he had added incorrectly'which of course, he hadn't.
Karan Dixit, CEO of Dixit group of companies. He is one of the rich and famous business men in India. But eventually his richness and business decreases due to the betray of the own family
"Is something wrong Dad?" his daughter asked as she came into the drawing room, curling up on the Sofa
He looked over to Bani and smiled, his brown eyes filled with affection for his twenty year-old daughter. "Nothing I cannot handle dear." He replied, hoping he sounded more convincing then he felt.
She looked at him, her brown eyes narrowing in suspicion, "Are you sure?"
"I am my dear," he replied, standing up from the desk, "I am."
She nodded to her father and watched as he slowly shuffled out of the room. Curious as to what he had been doing, she stood up and walked over to the desk, picking up the paper off the desk.
It was apparent he had been doing some calculations and it did not take long for Bani to figure out what the sigh was about. Money. It was always about money, more specifically, the lack of money.
Her father had inherited the company and mansion from grandfather years ago,. As a young man he was quiet, studious and spent most of his days either in Business or going to race or parties. It was at one of these parties that he had met her mother, Kiran.
Kiran Dixit belongs to middle class family. No one in the family. All died in the accident. She was working as a assistant for a famous designer. Due to suffering in the early age her main aim is become rich and enjoy the life fullest.
Karan and Kiran Dixit married after a year of dating. It is after the marriage Karan become aware of the true colour of his wife who has no time for the family. But he love his wife dearly. Apparently Bani grow with the protection and love of his father. She was not able to see her mother frequently. She knows her mother spend most of the time in the race and club. But she was happy with his father.
Their happiness continued for several more years and it was a few weeks past Bani's thirteenth birthday when her mother fell ill. It started off as a cold, her mother sneezing and coughing and insisting she was perfectly fine, just needing some rest and hot tea. It then rapidly progressed, her mother developing a high fever, the force of the coughs racking her frail body. Within two weeks, the influenza had become too powerful and her mother was gone.
After the death of her mother her father came to know about the huge some of money her mother lend from others. He became very depressed by the betray of his wife.
Her father, she realized, did his best. She remembered the day so well, every detail burned into her memory', her father, holding her hand as he stood completely still, his face expressionless. Bani knew her father had never recovered from betrayal of his wife, her mother. He seemed to have shrunk in stature and she sometimes wondered if he was willing himself invisible, to escape the pain. He shuffled aimlessly around their home, spending most of his time locked away in his study. At thirteen, she feared she had also lost her father. Over a period of many months, twenty-four to be exact, her father improved somewhat, beginning to spend time with her again. They spent time talking again, taking walks together and for that Bani was grateful'yet things had changed with her father'she could not deny that.
At fifteen, she had also changed, becoming a woman and her father had barely noticed
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