I can never be yours (Completed)

Chapter 1

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Shivaay Singhania

'Welcome to the hazardous city of unwanted bad traffic, and so much stress, that you might faint' was what I heard, instead of the announcement, as my plane landed on the ground of Mumbai airport.

I looked at the scorching sun over me, as I stepped down from the plane. Whole my life, I was pampered, I was a good boy, with no troubled past. But I knew better than that. I might had not a troubled past, but I was a trouble myself.

Unlike my brother who was absurdly playful, neither I was like my sister, who was awfully quite. I won't deny, due to my father's prestigious job of a politician and my mother, a renowned actress, my life was harder than people think it might be. Why? Because I was immensely bullied that I had lived a life that was a result of my parents waling over people's trust, other's life and other's dream.

They were jealous, I had pacified myself every time, someone said something like that to me. But why was I thinking all of that now.

I am finally back to my own country, finally back to my own state, to my own family. Unlike some people who nowadays thinks that nuclear families are better, my family was anything but nuclear. My father was the sole caretaker and giver of his siblings ever since they were little children.

We did not lived in one house, because it would've been such a hassle, but our food, our dine was at one place.

My father was the eldest of all. Shiv Prakash Singhania. His father was named Prakash and in order to give my grandpa his tribute, he used his name in his own. My father and mother were the strictest parents seen, and I was the obedient child of all. I, without even a question accepted the burden of my father's carrier, beside of politics. He was still active in politics, but his all-other business was now owned by me. I was the eldest son of my parents, and basically the whole family.

So, most of the responsibilities fell on my shoulders.

Next to my father, was his younger brother Shakti Prakash Singhania, who was a business tycoon and he and dad had a really great bond. And unlike others, even I and Shakti's uncle had a great bond. Uncle had two sons and two daughters who were married to their own choice. Their own love.

Love....

Whole of my life, I grew around people who were completely in love. My father and mother were totally obsessed with each other, so was my uncle and aunt, but to me... It was almost impossible to think that love exist.

I never felt like that.

And I think even my brother did not because he was a typical playboy.

My brother, Shivank, he is one of the most important people in my lives. As rebellious as he is, I love him. I only know that kind of love.

I was happy that Shivank was not burdened with responsibilities and seems to enjoy his life, even though I hate how he is enjoying it.

My sister, Tamsa, was complete opposite of me and Shivank, I was cold, heartless as my employees says and unbothered, my brother was jolly and rebellious but my sister was calm, serene and awfully lot shy.

We all siblings were contrasting to each other.

I had no friends at all, except for one, Adhyam.

Adhyam was the only other constant in my life and he was my best friend. He was there for me when no one was. He was there for me, when my parents punished me for things which I did not even did.

I saw the gate of the mansion -–more like colony because it had three different Mansions in it—open, and my car entered it. I looked around and everything was in order. All of our mansions faced the beach of Mumbai, and stood beautifully. I had designed them when I was eleven.

I entered home with a smile as I saw my huge family approaching me. I hugged each of them and bent to touched the elders' feet.

My brother jumped on me and my sister lightly hugged me. I went to Shakti's uncle and he hugged me too. Tightly, close to him, as my father should've, but instead, dad gave me a curt nod.

It is what it is....

I finally entered into the threshold of my house, after the warm welcome and decided to freshen up.

"I'll be going to my room." I smiled at Siddhi, who nodded.

"Come to dinner fast!" She demanded, I agreed instantly because Tamsa, never demanded! I bought so many gifts for her as well as my other cousins and Shivank.

They all infested on it when they saw it... I smiled and headed to my room.

"Come to the dining hall, we need to have an important talk!" I heard dad's heavy voice. I nodded.

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I looked at the tensed atmosphere of our dining hall. It was not always like that. My father sat on the head table and I sat right beside him eating in silence. Once my father finished his food, he took a deep breath.

"You need to get married" I father ordered. Ordered me.

"I am sorry what?" I asked, giving him a second chance to rectify his mistake. But my father was as stubborn as I was.

"You need to get married, we need an heir"

I looked at him, really looked at him. Whole my life, I devoted to my family, to my dad, and what did he gave me in return? Nothing.

He was always busy with his own career or siblings, to ever even look at me. I don't know what was it, he hated about me.

"No need to rush it bhaisahab, he is still youn..." Shakti Uncle reasoned, but father cut him off in the middle.

"Get it together Shakti, I won't bear you going against my orders."

"Really, and who are you to order me?" My voice boomed in the otherwise silence room.

"What did you..."

"I said what I wanted to.... And you know what father, I won't listen to you anymore, I won't work free for you, and I won't listen to your orders. This decision of marriage is solely my decision and I will get married whenever I will feel like it." I said defiantly looking directly at my father.

Father's chair screeched as he stood up and took off to his room.

"Your dad did not meant it that..." My mom tried to take his side. Really...

"Father"

"What" Mom asked.

"He is my father, not my dad. Anyone can be a father, it takes a special man to be a dad mom, and he is not one of them!"