Mrs. Mehta was hysterically crying after hearing Mr. Mehta's words, he wanted her little daughter to be a surrogate. A Surrogate? She will never spoil her younger daughter life like this. She wiped her crocodile tears and looked grudgingly at her husband, at this point, she completely forget that it was also for her another daughter only. She was a cunning, scheming woman, she would never let her any daughter suffer, she glanced at her husband who was rubbing his forehead again due to the headache.
"Why it must be Dia? what's the problem with Divya?" she asked her husband while sniffing.
Mr. Mehta stared his wife, who took name of Divya after so much time but for which purpose! Of course, he understood her intention and if he had choice himself, between Dia and Divya, he would have selected Divya for this, for him also she was nothing but a thorn which he wanted to remove anyhow. It was not only Mrs. Mehta in the house, who was against that girl.
He closed his eyes and pursed his lips tightly, taking deep breath then he finally replied "They knew about ..." he couldn't complete when Mrs. Mehta shouted "So what? She still has your blood running in her veins as much as I hated this fact, she is your daughter! She had been leaching over this family for years. They just want a girl of good family so tell them it will be Divya!"
Mrs. Mehta hated that girl to the core and now that her both daughters future was in danger, she wanted to use that girl as a brick to step over. She smirked thinking devilishly 'Want to fly then I will see how you do it!'
Noticing Mr. Mehta deep in his thoughts she continued "Moreover, In this way we will get her to marry for good otherwise who will marry an illegitimate girl?!"
Mr. Mehta wanted to say something, but stopped himself, he was not in mood of arguing with his wife for that girl who was nothing but just a disgrace on his name. Moreover, he himself had thought the same and asked Aryan to discuss the same with his mother, and now also he was waiting for his call.
Finally, after his wife constant remainder, he thought to call Aryan himself. He immediately dialed his number which was within seconds picked up on other side.
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Meanwhile, Divya was cleaning the utensils when Ansh approached her with an interview letter of SR Production, an International Educational Institution.
"Didi, I want sweet for this good news!" He smiled brightly watching her genuinely smiling for herself. It was rare. He knew, she never got happiness in this home, and he was also aware that he can't protect her everytime in this home so it was better she live far away from here. Moreover, his parents never cared for her so even if she was to move away they wouldn't care.
She gave him side hug, giggling innocently as her eyes were fixed on that papers, it was not her dream only but her necessity. She never dare to even dream big but she worked hard so that one day she would not have to depend on her family for her daily expense.
"Wait, I'm preparing custard for dinner, once done... I will myself bring it to your room. Now go or if anyone sees you here..." he didn't let her complete her words as he put his palm on her mouth, frowning "Geez! I'm going, we don't want you wailing, do we?!"
Before he could move out, a servant entered the kitchen making them little anxious by his presence but noticing their expression changing, he behave like he didn't saw anything, instead he glanced at Divya "Master had called you in his room!"
Divya mind immediately went to the previous incident, she already assumed that he was again going to give her lecture on how to behave! She handed the interview paper back to Ansh and rushed to his room, not wanting to get punishment for being late.
Ansh just stared at her back vanishing from his sight and sighed. When will she be away from all this? Even though Mr and Mrs. Mehta truly doted on him and wanted to spoilt him, they never take his words seriously, afterall, he was the youngest child of the house.
Divya, who almost ran upto Mr Mehta bedroom was unaware of the storm brewing inside Mr. Mehta' bedroom. The couple was planning to use her ruthlessly. Divya hesitantly knocked on the door, before entering.
However, the atmosphere inside the room was little unexpected. She guessed may be it was because of presence of Vanya or why Mrs. Mehta would be grinning, then she looked in the direction of her so called father, even though Mr. Mehta looked solemn, she had expected him to be fuming in rage for previous incident and that too when he had called her in presence of Mrs. Mehta.
She was waiting for Mr. Mehta words, when Mrs. Mehta who never talked to her properly, stood up and said while smiling "Why are you standing there? Come, sit with your sister!"
She stared at her face, dumbstruck by her words, 'Sister', this was foreign word for her, moreover it was Mrs. Mehta only, who told her to call Vanya as 'Missy' and to remember her place! Hence, she never thought to even go near Mrs. Mehta daughters' because she knew what consequences she will have to face.
However, Mrs. Mehta behave like she it was nothing out of usual and patted Vanya's shoulder "Go and tell your sister the good news!"
Divya looked at both mother and daughter im shock, what good news? They can never think of any good, even if she can't raise her voice in this house, it was not like she never felt anything! She was not that tolerable that when they continued hurting, embarrassing or humiliating her at every chance, she would forgive and forget that, she was not a Goddess, she was also a human. She also has the same feeling of normal human, she just tried to ignore everything to live peacefully im this house.
Hearing Mrs. Mehta words and observing their facial expression, she was already in alert mode. Just when she was dwelling over this fact, Vanya jumps from her seat and came to her, dragging her like they were really close. She made Divya sit on the sofa, that same sofa on which Divya never sat throughout the years.
"You know, my mother-in-law agreed for surrogacy!" Vanya happily chimed in while Divya looked at her in confusion why would she tell her this. Unknowingly, an omnious feeling arose in her heart.
There was a pregnant silent in the room after Vanya's finish her sentence, as stupid she was, she glanced at her mother to ask what now? Her mother told her to talk to this dumb b*tch, but why was she not showing enthusiasm.
"Are you not happy for me?" Vanya asked pouting, showing her fabulous acting skill.
Mrs. Mehta fake coughed as she glares Divya, yet when Divya looked in her direction, she covers up her emotion. While smiling, she walked to Divya in her graceful and elegant way.
"Actually Divya, you have to do small work for your sister, Can you?" Mrs. Mehta asked sweetly which was contradictory to her regular behaviour. Divya finally understood what was happening, they have been talking to her nicely because they needed help, she mentally scoffed 'it was nothing new'.
However, under the three pair of eyes she could only obediently nod her head. Getting what she wanted, Mrs. Mehta shamelessly turned in direction of Mr. Mehta, speaking without hesistation "What are you waiting for?Call Aryan and tell him that she is ready and he can take her for surrogacy whenever he wants!"