Journey to the center of her heart

Prologue

Hi guys.. I am back.
So basically this is different from my genre,werewolfs... But I'll try..:-)
So here it is..
Also this book is dedicated to my two bestfriends, nupurtyagi18 and my love "Jake"..
And a beautiful cover by my friend afiaafroze..
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Chapter 1

"No mama. Please, please don't leave me."

A petite redhead sobbed near her mother's sick body, in the posh hospital of New Delhi, India.

A middle-aged man stood behind her, with a guarded expression, not showing other people in the room, his emotions, as if he had any. All he felt was no remorse for the woman dying, whose death would create havoc in his perfectly settled life.

The woman, an Indian American, pretty redhead, tried to control her emotions. She needed to control her own self in order to support her mourning daughter. She glanced over at her daughter, with heavy eyes, from her chemo treatment. Her heart ached at the site of her brokenhearted daughter, who was handling her mother's news of death, terribly. The redhead raised her small hand and placed it on her head, trying to comfort her daughter.

"Reva..." she called out, her voice meek and tired.

"Mom?" Reva's eyes shot up to her mother.

Her mother smiled weakly, her smile painful, afflicted.

"Mama. ." Reva cried, happy that her mother at least opened her eyes in her horrifying death state.

"How are you feeling, mama?" Reva softly asked, kissing her mother's pale, white hands.

"Like I am going to be fine." her mother spoke, her voice breaking due to weakness.

"You are going to be okay,mama." Reva assured, lovingly but knew that her mother is counting her last minutes. She heard a scoff from behind and immediately knew it was the Indian man, who claimed to be her father. A man in her life, who she always wanted, needed but envied those who had a father. She always wanted a normal life, but we can't have all we want.

She knew that her sperm donor used her mother, when she was young and beautiful; seduced her with his charms and then left her with a child, his child, whom he never accepted.

She hated her so called father from the bottom of her heart, and knew he was the reason of her mother's misery. Reva; was thankful of god that she inherited all her mother's looks and genes. She looked exactly like her mother, same waist length bundle of straight red hairs, emerald green innocent dove like eyes, small nose, full ruby lips, small five feet four inches curvy figure, her skin was something that totally differentiated her from her surroundings, ghostly pale skin.

Just at the small age of seventeen, she was on the verge of losing everything, and that'd be her mother.

She ignored the man behind her, and continued to softly whisper beside her mother.

A middle aged doctor entered the hospital room and spoke something to her father in their local language, one which she didn't understood.

She craned her neck to look at him, when he called out her name.

"What?" she asked warily.

He growled; not liking the way she spoke, he was the man who kept everyone around him under his thumb.