Prologue
Jhanvi needed immediate medical attention to assist her out of depression and help her from disintegrating out of her frame of mind, totally. She was ruined to pieces after Tej handed her the divorce papers and her own son was ready to marry Svetlana for saving the last remains of her marriage. The last remains of the ordeal which he has been guarding ever since he was 10 years old. He was ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of his mother. Omkaara Singh Oberoi. Jhanvi felt proud about him even in her depressed state. Not every mother can have a son like him. He was a principled and ideological man who has innate respect for every woman on this earth. She raised him to be so. He is ready to ruin his life, despite her refusing his decision to marry Svetlana. He won't listen to her and is ready to voluntarily walk into this horrid matrimony of sorts. Everyone knew she is after him and his money. She considered Omkaara as the better option compared to Tej for many reasons. Though he is not as rich as Tej, he is capable of reaching greater heights. He held major valuable shares as the eldest son of Tej Singh oberoi and is a one woman man. To top it all, he had a dapper of looks which any girl would die for. Svetlana also had a secret desire of attaining this man ever since this proposition came to her mind.
Omkaara was in his mother's room and Jhanvi was sleeping. He was waiting for the medical attendant, a nurse, who was supposed to arrive shortly to help his mother. His mother is drowning in depression and could soon lose her frame of mind. He needs to save her, period. He just hoped his family doctor's selection of medical help is the best. His family doctor, Mishra had high regards for the lady coming in. Per him, she was the most helpful, caring and understanding person he had come across in his professional career. Omkaara eagerly waited for her to arrive. There was a knock at the door.
A petite framed, relatively short girl stood at the door. Her doe eyed eyes oozed volumes of innocence and warmth. Her hair tied in a simple braid was flowing across her shoulders. Her smile, simple yet sweet, was plastered on his lips. She wasn't dressed in a hospital scrubs but was sober dressed.
"Can I come in, Sir? Her voice was as sweet as a singing cuckoo..
Omkaara kept looking at her for a brief minute.
<To be continued>
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Chapter 1 - Pg 2
Chapter 2: Pg 5
Chapter 3: Pg 9
Chapter 4: Pg 11
Chapter 5: Pg 14
Chapter 6: Pg 16
Chapter 7: Pg 19
Chapter 8: Pg 21
Chapter 9: Pg 24
Chapter 10: Pg 26
Chapter 11: Pg 29
Chapter 12: Pg 32
Chapter 13: Pg 34
Chapter 14: Pg 37
Chapter 15: Pg 40
Chapter 16: Pg 43
Chapter 17: Pg 46
Chapter 18: Pg 50
Chapter 19: Pg 53
Chapter 20: Pg 56
Chapter 21: Pg 60
Chapter 22: Pg 63
Chapter 23: Pg 67
Chapter 24: PG 71
Chapter 25: Pg 74
Chapter 26: Pg 78
Chapter 27: Pg 82
Chapter 28: Pg 84
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