𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧

Chapter-2

Chapter-2

Zoya's Pov

The car moved by as the rustling wind flurried through my hair and face, looking outside of the glass window 

I was instantly hit with nostalgia as we made our way through the roads of the city of lakes, My Childhood warmth Udaipur 

I have a very discrete memory of this place yet enough to realize how much this place has changed!

After spending a wonderful day with Preeti last night I got a call, That my urgent presence was wanted by my Mama (Uncle) and so a private jet was sent for me 

Being Honest with you all, I don't know what he wants from me, What is his motive for calling me here all of a sudden?

 It has been 17 years since the last time I saw his face and Now I don't wish to see him 

So much has changed in these years

What can I say about others, I, Zoya Shekawat myself have changed so much

My feelings, my thoughts, the way I perceive things yet only for worse that's what people who truly know me say

"Miss, We have reached," Suddenly the driver's voice rang in my ears and I got out thanking him 

As I took a step ahead, I couldn't believe it was the same white mansion where I used to live once, It felt like it never aged since then while I grew through a lot of thin and thick! 

Entering inside the mansion, only to be revolted by the extreme change in interiors, I remember it was never as dark and lonely back then in my childhood days

But I can't complain seeing the mansion that was once my home where me and my parents lived transitioning to a devil's homage I really can't say any further

Yet this house still stores many memories of mine of me with my parents, 

Some good ones and well some....

Just thinking about them makes me roll my hands into fists as the bloody image rummages in front of my eyes

The blood pooled bodies of two individuals right here in this big hall room, still fill me in with terror and scarce 

My hands were starting to tremble as the memories of that day flashed into my mind, I was starting to lose myself again when suddenly

"Maám, Ma'am! Sir has been waiting for you inside for quite a long while!" when the butler's voice snapped me out of that nightmare 

I frantically nodded, looking down as I pulled out some napkins from my gucci bag while I continued to take deep breaths, 

'Stay Strong Zoya, Stay strong! You are no longer weak and you know that too!' I kept repeating in my mind while I continued following the butler who guided me to the office

As we went up a flight of stairs, I realised how silent this place was, as the sounds of my clicking heels filled in the spot  

Standing in front of a massive door, I understood we were at the office as the butler opened the door 

I whispered a thank you and moved inside quickly, entering I was graced by the back of an old man drinking his cigar

It must be, I don't know 17 years? after which I am getting to the see the outline of this man, who calls himself my last to be in my blood relation, my uncle 

Yes, The man in front of me was no other than 

Ibrahim Sheikh, my mother's elder brother, My Mama