It's All Started With A Lie

Epilogue- 2

A very long chapter ahead with more than 4000 words.

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Arnav's POV

After 6 years

"That's it for today. You can leave," I wrapped up the meeting at 5pm as I have to leave early today.

"Thank you," I said and walked out of the meeting room with Peter following me behind.

"Peter, wrap your work in five minutes. Drop me at home and you also go home," I remarked as I entered my office.

"Ok, sir," Peter replied immediately. We both wrapped our work and started to go home.

Peter started the car while I sat in the passenger seat and switched on the tablet to watch my wife's interview. Naina has become so popular, all her books are nations best sellers and S tv channel hired her as a talk show host.

She is doing a few shows as a host and variety show as well and all her shows are popular and a big hit.

Today she gave an interview not as a host but as a celebrity. I should've been with her but I had an important meeting today and she also told me that she was ok.

After 5 minutes her interview started, it's just a 20 minutes' interview.

She is looking so nervous. My wife doesn't feel nervous even when interviewing a top celebrity but looking nervous to give an interview.

"Are you nervous?" the host asked with a chuckle.

"Yes, a little," my wife chuckled nervously.

The host asked a few questions and my wife answered well for every question.

"What is your strength, Naina?" the host asked.

"I don't get fat even after eating so much," Naina replied, and the host laughed.

"What is your weakness, then?" she asked.

"Even after eating so much food, I get hungry," my butterfly replied.

She is so unserious. Naina being Naina, hahaha.

"Stop once," I said when we were passing by a supermarket and Peter stopped the car.

I got out of the car and went in, then bought some ice-cream and little hearts for my beautiful wife and chocolates for my kids. Then I got in the car and Peter drove off.

After 20 minutes, the car halted in front of the main gate of 3 identical buildings.

We three friends build the same houses side by side to live near to each other. Middle house is mine while the left one is Ajay's and the right one is Avi's.

"How old is your daughter, Peter?" I asked before getting down the car.

Yeah, he was married, and the woman he married was Ajay's assistant, Srija.

"3 years, sir," Peter replied.

"What's her name again?"

"Mitra."

"Ok, give these chocolates to Mitra," I commented and took out a small cover with a bunch of chocolates from my shopping bag and gave it to him. I bought her chocolates too.

"Thank you, sir," Peter replied, and I got out of the car.

I walked in carrying my shopping bags and opened the door. There sat my 5-year-old son on the couch with done expression.