Page 13 of The Unwanted Husband
At his words, she felt a twist in her chest. They weren’t in a traditional relationship but they enjoyed each other’s company. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Hey, I’m kidding.” He let out a chuckle. “Ideally, I should be there with you but—”
“Aman, I know you’re in the middle of a merger.” She paused processing her feelings. “I need to be here to sort things out once in for all.”
“You should take all the time you need. These are difficult situations.” She was glad even the practical guy thought it was good for her to stay back.
Isha talked to Aman a bit longer before hanging up the call. She felt good after talking to him as he even encouraged her to hang out with the kids. Just the right amount of encouragement she needed.
He was just perfect!
Isha told herself that she would do her best to control the situation. And that meant she had to get over her reflexes to walk in the opposite direction when she caught sight of the infants.
Determined to make some progress with her situation, she went straight to shower. Shortly after she went down the stairs, toward the sounds of screaming and squealing children. As she got closer, she saw the two nannies looking like they had their hands full, literally.
One kid was pulling the other twin’s hair. That explained the combination of screaming and squealing.
As if on instinct, she said, “Stop it.”
Isha was as shocked as the two kids who froze and were now looking at her. Just as she thought, all she needed to do was talk to them like adults, both kids started to cry. She cringed at the sound of it and even as the nannies tried to calm them, they were inconsolable.
Annoyance soon turned into frustration as she saw the nannies looking helpless. What did she say that they were throwing such a tantrum?
“Take them outside,” she told the nannies and they scrambled as they took them to the patio. Even as the kids were being taken outside, she noticed both of them were looking right at her. Like they were upset with her for asking them to stop.
Not possible. These are infants, it’s impossible for them to have such emotions. Could they?
Moments later, they seemed to have calmed down. Feeling somewhat brave, she walked toward the open patio doors. She stood by the entrance to the outdoors and watched the kids play.
Somewhat glad that the kids were calmed, she wandered into the living room. She looked at the large wall with many pictures. One picture caught her eye and she approached. It was an old picture and she had forgotten that picture.
It was her picture with her parents and brother, holding up the champions trophy. A small smile formed on her lips when she saw the pride in her parent’s eyes and the affection in the way her brother held her. It was right after she won a state level Tennis tournament.
She gently ran her fingers over the picture like she could connect to the joy from the picture. Tennis gave her so much joy. No, playing tennis with her father gave her immense thrill. And after her parent’s accident, she could not get herself to look at a tennis racket.
She cringed when she felt the darkness descend on her and she shook her head. How much ever she hated every word of Ashok said, he was right.
“Stop complaining and do something about it! Go after the man who you think was the reason behind your parent’s accident. Do something about helping me with the company your brother and I started. And the kids are not just my responsibility!”
“I hate it that he is right,” she let out a growl under her breath.
Now that the seed was planted in her mind, she had to do something about it. The possibility of finding anything on the contract that was written over a decade ago was out of thequestion. Even if she did find it, how would she proceed? She would need the evidence that would solidify the case if she could even pursue it.
Why was she making up a bunch of excuses?
With that thought, she went back upstairs. The kids were better off on their own, playing with their nannies.
She hurriedly opened her laptop and paused, taking in a deep breath. She huffed out another breath and typed her father’s name on the search bar. A few references of his education, his patents and some other links to lawyers.
She felt the burn build up when she remembered overhearing her father tell her mother about how the CEO of the larger corporation was shutting his case down by buying out all the top lawyers who could help him win. Her father had to finally work with a person who was a fresh law graduate with no experience.
Isha pressed her fingers into her temple trying to remember the name of the young lawyer her father had hired. She had seen the guy stop by their house many times but could not remember his name. She read the material online. The deeper she dug the more she got to know about the company that bought out her father’ s company.
Just in the last decade, that big corporation grew hundred-fold just with the machinery her father had built. The patent that was listed online indicated that it was still his own which meant the company had to be paying royalties at minimum.
She didn’t know how much time had passed but her research was interrupted by the commotion on the lower floor of the house. It took her a moment to realize that the kids were wailing in unison and she also heard a male voice.
A moment later, she knew it was Ashok.
