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I shrug. “I don’t think I need to give you a reply when you already know the answer to it.”
“Guess you don’t need to answer. Here, sign these papers,” Grandpa counters as he pushes a file on the table in my direction.
My eyes fall on the file. My breathing quickens as I eye the ominous file. Without daring to touch it, I look up at Grandpa and raise my eyebrows. “What… are these?” I falter, my gaze flitting from the file to his face, which is flushed with anger.
“Divorce papers,” he spits out.
The words stab me in my chest. No way in hell will I sign that. I can’t fucking afford to lose her. My breathing fractures. I open my mouth in an attempt to speak, but when nothing comes out, I dip my head. For a moment, I am blank as to what is happening. Thinking that this is some kind of a joke, I begin laughing.
Grandpa is taken aback and gives me an incredulous look. The next moment, he leans forward and lashes out. “Ranveer, it’s no joke. Alisha’s dad sent these papers across. Alisha has signed, and now you have to. And let me remind you that you did sign an agreement.”
I grit my teeth as I hear him say that. Taking the stack of papers in my hands, I tear them into pieces before throwing them in the dustbin under my desk. “I don’t care about the agreement. I am not giving my wife a divorce. End of discussion,” I shout while he glares at me. As I peep into his eyes, I realise how deeply all this is affecting him as well and instantly mellow down. I let out a frustrated sigh while I push my hand through my hair and drag it down my face. “Please understand, Grandpa, I don’t want to lose her.” This time, my voice comes out as a low whisper.
Grandpa pushes his chair back and gets up with a vengeance such that the chair crashes down onto the floor. “Then do something about it!” he hollers.
“And what do you want me to do? She is not making it easy for me and refuses to even listen to me. Her dad is not allowing me anywhere near his daughter.”
Grandpa shakes his head as he folds his arms. “I thought you would like to know that she has cleared the loan.”
My head pulls back as I stare at him. “What?”
“She sold her boutique. You know that you hurt her. She did the only thing she knew she could do to pull herself from this mess her life has become thanks to you, even if it meant parting from the one thing she loved the most.”
A strange emotion runs through my body. Alisha sold her boutique. For a fraction of a second, I simply gaze into his eyes to ascertain that I have not misunderstood. However, the bleakness and dismay in his eyes are all the proof I need. I shut my eyes and then pull in a deep breath. “I know I disappointed her, but I’ll make it right. I can’t lose her. She is my life.”
“Then pull up your socks,” Grandpa says with a huff. “Ranveer, you need to take the call about what you really plan to do. From what I see, you have two options—either you can let go of Alisha and draw yourself in sorrow, or you can roll up your sleeves and bring your wife back. And I know I didn’t raise you to be a damn loser.”
I get up with force, as the cognisance hits me deeply. “You are right, Grandpa. I am going to do all I can for my marriage.” She will also want me to fight for her. She may not admit it, but I know she still loves me; I feel it in my heart.But what about Mili? Will Alisha be able to accept Mili as a part of my life?Suddenly, I feel my hope deflating.
Falling back on my chair, I look up at Grandpa. “I am not sure what Alisha’s reaction will be with regards to Mili, especially now that she is staying with me for a few days.”
Grandpa continues to stare at me as something moves across his face. “What about Soha?” he asks carefully.
I shake my head. “I have asked Akshay to check her into one of the hotels.”
“Wise decision.” He nods and then questions, “Who will be taking care of Mili while you are away?”
“I have arranged for help round-the-clock, so that’s not an issue.”
“If you need my help, do let me know. I adore that little girl and would love to have her around.”
That’s true; just like me, Grandpa has loved Mili since the day she was born. Swallowing hard, I ask, “I can’t do all this alone. I will need your help.” I stare at him with hopeful eyes as I mumble, “Will you help me in getting my wife back?”
Grandpa ponders for a while as if he is trying to get his thoughts together and then nods his head thoughtfully. “I will. I don’t know how, but I will come up with a plan.”
“What plan?” I ask as my pulse quickens. I hope Grandpa’s plan doesn’t create a further mess.
“I don’t know what the plan is as of now but give me some time to think it over.”
Before I can question him further, my mobile buzzes with Akshay’s message, asking me to meet him at the restaurant near my office.
“That’s Akshay. I need to meet him.”
Grandpa nods. “Go ahead, Son.”
I head out of my office, but not before looking back over my shoulder, as I stare at the one person whom I can never let down. My eyes become resolute as I square my shoulders and say in a no-nonsense tone, “I will win my wife back. I won’t lose her.”
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