Rahul Oberoi was pacing back and forth in his study room, clenching and releasing his fist. He didn’t hate anybody in his life the way he does Samrat Malhotra.
Disha walked into his study room a few minutes later and scolded him.
“Rahul, have you lost it? How can you be so careless in front of Simmi? If she would have any kind of doubt, how will you deal with this?”
“Mom, I know I am at fault, to let my anger overpower me and I am sorry for that, but you know I hate these Malhotra‘s. If it wasn’t for Simmi’s parents’ last wish, I would have not allowed her to even face towards Goenka hospital. They are the culprits of Uncle Shekhar and Aunt Sakshi and the reason for everything that happened in our life.”
Rahul explode in anger, and Disha had a hard time to deal with her son’s shooting
