The Fate

Tragic Past

Reva's POV

I'm on the plane, headed for India. The journey will take about 2 or 3 hours. My emotions are all over the place, and honestly, I'm feeling incredibly nervous.

How can I possibly bring the truth to light in front of everyone? How will I face them all? Are they waiting for me there? I'm just hoping that my plans go smoothly, exactly as I've mapped them out.

The thought of facing bhai and dadi, especially, terrifies me. I'm scared to death about how they'll react. It's been eight years away from home, and for the most part, I've had no contact with them.

The only connection I maintained was through the occasional monthly call to my brother, and even then, I made sure he didn't tell anyone, not even Dadi. I knew she'd worry otherwise, wondering where I was and how I was doing.

The last time I spoke to them was seven years ago via video call, just to assure them I was alive and that I'd return to India once I was independent and strong and that was the last time I saw dadi.

But I knew they'd learned about my whereabouts through social media. My career as an international model and CEO of a major fashion company made it impossible to stay hidden. This revelation came with its own share of losses, including the risk of losing my life and someone who had cared for me like a daughter.

I can't forget that day...

Flashback

*5 years ago*
In New York

I was in New York with Arjun Uncle, my father's bodyguard and a trusted friend. We'd just left the model agency, where I was practicing for an upcoming show. As we were about to get into the car, I remembered I'd left my bag at the agency. I asked him to wait while I get it but he told me to wait for him while he will get the bag .

I stood by the car, scrolling through my social media, and noticed a post of mine had gone viral, getting millions of views as my fame grew. Then, I saw him coming towards me. I urged him to hurry, but he just laughed softly at my tantrums.

Suddenly, he started running toward me, tossing my bag in a different direction. I was baffled until a gunshot rang out. Fear washed over me, and I closed my eyes, ready to take the bullet. But seconds passed, and I felt no pain.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to a heart-wrenching sight. Arjun Uncle lay on the ground, blood covering his upper body. I sat on the road, cradling him in my arms, tears streaming down my face. I begged him not to leave me, as he was the only family I had in that moment. I told him that without him, I felt like I would die.

He managed a smile and told me I had to keep living, for my parents and for justice. He said his work was done, and he could leave me, for I had grown and could care for myself. I cried, shaking my head in denial, trying to call for an ambulance, but before I could do more, he left me... alone in a foreign country, feeling utterly lost.

The flashback ends, but the pain of that memory remains. I vowed then that I would not let those responsible for taking everything from me-my loved ones, my family, my happiness, and even my own self-go unpunished.