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Most of the characters are Xhosa and all their names have meaning, also some lines are written in the language so feel free to ask for an interpretation.
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Adhrit fell in love quite young but his father never liked his choice of lover. Iyana was left to raise a baby alone by a man he would have done anything for. The story starts when they're older.
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Adhrit Rohan Bakshi- 20
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Aluncedo Iyana Mbhalo- 18
The Bakshi were a proud traditional hardworking Indian family. Mustafa their father had worked like a slave to get them where they were. They had land and businesses both in South Africa and India. They lived a comfortable life, his wife got everything she asked for, his son was a businessman as well and generated more income for the family and his granddaughters were spoiled brats who received the best education money could buy them. He had everything he wished for except for one. A grandson. His daughter in law only had daughters and the thought of his bloodline ending terrified him. It was karma but he had an idea of what to do to rectify the biggest mistake he ever made.
"Yes father." It had been 25 since he last called Mr Bakshi dad or papa. Just father like he was some priest and not someone who conceived him.
" When's the last time you spoke to that boy Adhrit?"
Wondering how and how much his father knew about his sexual adventures. "What are you talking about father?" He couldn't know about Zuko his latest blesses, could he? Adhrit plans to call Zuko after this, just to blow of some steam. He has been working hard this week. He took out his phone and transferred money to the boy. Wear something blue, he texted.
"That black boy from the village."
"Which boy father?" Mustafa had seen his jaw clench even if he pretended to not know who his father was talking about.
"I want my grandchild to know that he's Indian and is the heir to the Bakshi inheritance."
"Are you well, father. This family only has heiresses."
He loved his little princesses and his friends had conversations with him about how daughters can take over businesses and they succeed with the surnames of their father's. He also did business with women who did business better than his counterparts. But he it wasn't just about the inheritance now. What about his bloodline.
