Tu Ne Jo Na Kaha - FaTejo

Chapter 1

Jeet's POV

I stretched myself up and leaned back onto the beanbag chair I was sitting on, realising that I had spent two hours going through the folders of pictures of myself over the nine years.

Those were the ones mumma had carefully saved in the computer and created backups of in pendrives; each named with the year of the pics inside it.

My favourites were the ones from before I was born, where I could see my dad and my parents lives before they had me. There were not much since mumma and dad got married shortly after meeting each other and had me in the first year into their marriage but, my heart yearned to see more of them.

The photos of myself was nothing new for me I had gone throught it with mumma, chaachu and and a lots of times, alone and thought it was always exciting for me most days, today just wasn't it.

Sighing I turned to close the laptop.

There was another reason I didn't like those pics: my name, or specifically, my surname was watermarked on all of them.
My mother's name is Sandhu, my uncles are Sandhu's, their parents are Sandhus's and my nana and nani of course. Even my masi Jasmine, who lives in Canada decided to keep her maternal surname even after she married.

I'm the only one who gets to have Maan at the end of the name. I'm aware, of course, that it was my father's name but he's been gone almost my entire life and I have no one from that side of family. Not that they are dead, but since my paternal grandma and grandpa are non-residential Indians. They didn't even come visit when I was born much less when mumma and dad got married.

The only other Maan residing in India was Riya, my dad's niece, but her grandmother took her in after the death of dad. I have never seen my grandparents forreal over all these years of my existence, only talked to them just a few times over calls, their excuse being not being able to look at me cause I would remind them of their twins that they've lost. Not that I looked anything like my dad, luckily, with me inheriting the looks from my mother. I doubt that they had even seen me yet I still have the name attached to them.

You might think I feel bad about it, but no, I had no emotional connect with them and dreaded those times when I had to talk with them.

I stood up picked up the basket heading toward the drawer where mumma keeps the drives and put the basket inside. I was about to turn when my eye caught a shining little object in between her jewellry box. I bent my head down and saw that those were little red boxing gloves I had thought as toys since long. It was as normal as any miniature toys but the slight opening it had at the moment gave away that it wasn't just any toy.

I slowly pulled one side of it and it easily came revealing a custom made USB drive. There was some letters curved into the metal part of the drive. I brought it closer to face, squinting my eyes, to notice the letters FSV written on it.

Tbc...