JENNIFER'S POV
I stood frozen at my place, absolutely dumbstruck!
Randhir... Randhir Manthena! Your fucking father!
Randhir... Randhir Manthena! Your fucking father!
Randhir... Randhir Manthena! Your fucking father!
Those words kept replaying themselves in my mind like a damaged tape-recorder, repeating itself over and over again. Father had disconnected the call by then, leaving me in a state of utter disorder.
My lips were quivering while I was desperately trying to back those big, fat tears from trailing down my eyes. I had looked for the 'Manthena Group of Industries' before when I had in the very first time, eavesdropped on father. I had searched on each and every search engine. At that time, I had come to know that for a decade or so, Randhir Manthena had been the CEO of the corporation. But then abruptly, he gave up the position. Since then, his whereabouts were unknown. Some of the tabloids said that he had surrendered himself from the business world and was staying in some distant land while other paparazzi said he had been ailing since a long time due to some lung disease and hence was counting his last days in some oldage home.
his health, confront him for not asking about me all these years, not trying to meet me for even once, keeping me away from parental love, security. But most necessarily I had wanted
a family, atleast a
looking for me all these years.... Damn
for a
had some very profitable business to extract through me. I still couldn't reason out
like some rotten, worthless trash. You were nothing to him from the beginning and so, he didn't want you around him
Chimed my subconscious mind.
I agreed with it on this. I felt empty all over. It felt horrible to even think that I had noone to call as my own family. My head began to pound because of uneasiness and terror... terror of being left alone, with noone else to help me out of this mess. I tightly shut my eyes, and as a cue, tears trickled down my cheeks, probably messing the eye makeup but who the hell cared? I was still going to be sacrificed either
in my mind, in front
surprisingly looked..... familiar. As if I had been there for a long time, running around the beautiful gardens, playing hide-and-seek behind the mahogany trees, splashing the pond water on him. Him, that small boy with the most beautiful, innocent set of deep brown eyes one would have ever laid eyes upon! He began running behind me for trying to get hold of me but I stealthily hid behind one of the huge banyan trees near the temple. Suddenly, I heard a heart-wretching, ear-splitting blast