Din felt bad about telling Beth everything, but he didn't have a choice, and he was relieved that he did. How would she have responded if she had discovered he had married another woman without telling her? Din does not want her to feel betrayed in any way.
He felt relieved that she understood. He undressed and went into the bathroom to wash himself. His grandfather had done it before, and now he was doing it again.
If there was a trophy for making someone upset, his grandfather should have received one.
Din doesn't think he'll ever forgive his grandfather for whatever he's done, and he often wonders how his little sister can be so calm about everything and forgive so easily. His grandfather had failed them both, and he despised him for it. When he got the news about their parents' death, he remembered his sister wailing. He was numb the entire time, and even after being released from the hospital, he refused to attend school and decided to stay in his room instead.
His sister was the only person he let into his room. No one else comes close. The servants just came in to offer him dinner and remove the plates from the table.
His grandfather became quite busy, and he wondered if he was saddened by the deaths of his son and daughter-in-law.
Din knew his grandfather was the type of man who never showed emotion, yet he should be saddened by the loss of his kid. Din wasn't sure he'd be able to go back to having fun the way he used to when his parents were still alive, even though his cousins had attempted to make him feel valued in everything they did around the house.
As he began to wash himself up, he felt the cold water trickle down his body. Din snatched the soap and hurriedly scrubbed his body as he became enraged at the thought of Jessie and his grandfather. His grandfather's statements infuriated him even more. How could he have done such a thing to his grandson? You forced him to marry a woman with whom he had no feelings.
What was the matter with Beth? She was a lovely lady who could put on a good show. Din was confident that she would do a better job than Jessie herself because she was educated and gorgeous, but his grandfather didn't want that. He wanted people to do things his way, not what other people wanted him to do.
He enjoys being in charge.
Din had been in the bathroom for about thirty minutes. He took a step outside and patted himself dry. He changed into clothing that was not the same as the ones he wore to work. He wore laid-back attire. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He combed his hair, took his keys, and walked out the door.
He got into his car and headed off to visit Williams.
Will had spoken with him earlier, and the two of them had agreed to meet at his place of work. Will worked in the tequila industry as well. He was a well-known individual who fulfilled his parents' goals rather than following his own. His father forbade him from pursuing his dream of becoming a football player. Because he was the only kid, Will's father wanted his son to carry on the family name.
His parents adored him, and he had always been a strong supporter of Din. They both have their own rituals. They'd meet two to three times a month for cocktails and to talk about anything and everything, and they'd chosen those brief intervals because of their busy schedules.
Din came to a complete halt in the car. He waved at his friend, who was standing with his hands in his pockets. Din said, as he peered through the open window, "You should have waited inside for me."
Williams came up to him and approached him. "I couldn't wait any longer. I was curious as to what you wanted to discuss when you called. Was it about your grandfather again?" Williams guffawed. "He is the only one who can irritate you."
Din stepped out of the car after opening the door. "At this point, there are two of them." To ensure the door was locked, he closed it and pressed the remote.
"Are there two of them now? What exactly do you mean?" Williams asked.
Din encircled his friend's shoulder with his arms. "Come on, let's talk about it over a couple of beers."