Tainted Love by Maniah (i love reading TXT) 📖

Indrani raised her eyebrows, "Keep dreaming, SGC belonged to my son and soon Y&S petrochemicals will belong to Mrityunjay too."

"Your son, the same son who didn't even care about you. The son who left you…"

"Quiet! Don't you dare…"

"Hey! How dare you talk to my mother like this?" Sahil Sehgal yelled at Indrani as he strolled towards them. Tara smirked when she saw her son. 

Indrani Sehgal raised her eyes and met Sahil's "don't raise your voice at my mother or I will…"

Indrani Sehgak smirked, "You will what? Raise your hand at me, Sahil. Do you have the courage to do so?  Don't forget If you or anyone else even glances my way in the wrong manner. My son will bury that person alive in this very house." Indrani Sehgal met Tara Sehgal's eyes.

"Teach your son some manners, Tara. Because if a single word gets in Mrityunjay's ear about this incident. Do you want me to tell you what he would do?"

Tara Sehgal took a step in Indrani Sehgal's direction. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell my son about it. Not yet, I have waited many years. I can wait for some more months calmly. Because I want you to suffer slowly and painfully. You Couldn't handle your husband at least handle your son, Tara."

"You bitch!" Tara Sehgal Gritted.

"I am. So you better be aware of me."

Sahil was raging in anger and wanted to lash out at Indrani for insulting his mother. "I am not scared of Mrityunjay…" he gritted in anger, taking a step in Indrani's direction who smiled mockingly at him. 

"Really…" Before Sahil could speak Gayatri Sehgal interrupted them. 

"What is happening here?" Gayatri Sehgal asked in her aristocratic voice. 

Indrani smiled at Gayatri, "Nothing, mother. I just wanted to make a room ready for your Great-grandson.  He has the right to have a room in this house like everyone else. That's why I asked the interior designer to renovate Mrityunjay's childhood room for Granth."

Gayatri Sehgal recalled Granth's picture she saw in Vani's house. She glanced at the photo frame of her son, Yash Sehgal with a garland on it. "Stop the renovation in this room."

Indrani Sehgal gritted her jaw at the order while Tara and Sahil chuckled. 

"Kareem," Gayatri Sehgal called her PA.

Kareem came there with a cast on his hand. A strap was attached to his shoulder to keep the hand firmly in its place.  He was limping while moving. Mrityunjay Sehgal did handle Kareem with care.

"Madam."

"Call the renovation agents and ask them to renovate Yash's room for my great-grandson. He will have his grandfather's room," saying that Gayatri Sehgal went to her room.

Indrani Sehgal was shocked to hear Gayatri but Tara and Sahil were furious. They walked away from there leaving Indrani Sehgal alone.  Indrani smiled, she couldn't believe what she heard was true. "We will have everything Yash. Your son will have everything back for us."

In the meantime, Tara Sehgal screamed in anger. "It's because of you Sahil. Only you. Look at Mrityunjay,  he got married and has a son while you just whore around.  He will snatch everything from us. He will take everything from us…"

"Mom, nothing like that would happen. He has been trying for the last six years. Don't worry mom, I know how to handle Mrityunjay Sehgal."

Sahil smirked remembering the last time. He still couldn't forget how Vani had insulted him in front of his friends by slapping him. He had an old score to settle with Vani. 

He pulled out his phone and called a number, the person picked up after six rings. "Hello…" the person from the other end spoke rudely.

"Sahil Sehgal calling,  I need your help one more time…." 

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