(this book is under going editing but you can still read it)
Inayat, a 25-year-old with a heart of gold, has been navigating life solo since a tragic accident took her parents and her memories. Raised in an orphanage, she stepped into the world at 1...
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Veer Pov:-
It's already midnight, and I find myself in the living room with my entire family, waiting for Dadu to explain. "I've been sponsoring Inayat's studies all these years," he reveals. "Dadu, please refrain from saying her name," I request, struggling to contain my anger. "Why?" Dadu queries.
"Papa, is there a specific reason you chose to sponsor her?" Dad asks. "I wanted to sponsor an orphan, and that's why I chose Inayat," Dadu explains.
"Dadu, why her? Why not someone else? Even if you were sponsoring her, why enroll her in the same university as mine? All these years, I've had to face those ocean eyes that didn't speak to me, that aren't mine, and that don't even look at me," I vent, my voice rising. "VEER!" Mom interjects, placing a calming hand on my shoulder.
"Tell me, Veer, why are you so upset with her? Is it because her name is Inayat? Or because she has the same eyes as your Inayat? Or do you see your Inayat in her?" Dadu challenges me, standing close to me. "I don't see anything, Dadu. I don't care," I lie, trying to convince myself.
The room is silent for a moment, as everyone processes what has been said. I look around, trying to avoid eye contact with Dadu, but I can feel his gaze on me. Eventually, I can't take it anymore and I turn to face him. "What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice strained.
"Marry her." Those words hang in the air, shocking everyone in the room. Dadu's expression is unreadable, but his voice holds a note of finality. "What?" I splutter.
"what if i say she is your Inayat?" Dadu asks, his voice calm. "I mean, you were always looking for her, but you didn't know it yet. And here she is, right in front of you from the past 5 years." His words pierce through me like a knife. I close my eyes, trying to process this information. I feel like I'm in some sort of surreal dream, unable to move, unable to speak.
I look at him, knowing I'm on the verge of breaking down. And he's smiling! I storm out of the room and slam the door shut behind me. Picking up her photo from the bedside table, I let my tears flow freely. "Why?" I whisper to her image. "Why did you leave me?"
