𝑺𝑵𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑴 | 18+ | ✔️

🔫 | House is not a home|

Chapter 12

My house stands big over a hill in a secluded region of Mumbai, far away from other billionare houses.

A region of Mumbai which consists the Sehgal estate and Oberoi estate and Ahuja Estate, I live far away from there.

I glance down at the whole city from my balcony, enjoying the view with a cup of coffee.

Only Zara's periodical outbursts of singing off key breaks the harmony.

I leave the room after finishing the coffee. Zara is sitting on the dining table, eating her food, while chatting to someone, with a smile on her face.

"Who are you talking to, Zars?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes, "Don't call me that. And I got selected to go to the Delhi High University!" She says.

"I thought you wanted to come to RockRex with me?"

"No." She shakes her head, "Rockrex is third on the list of potential colleges. First was Kolkata Royal Valley University. Second was Delhi High University."

I shake my head, "You will not go to fucking Delhi, Zars."

"Dad agreed."

"And dad doesn't give two fucks about you." I say, my voice calm but my mind is raging a while fucking war.

Zara can't live in fucking Delhi.

She gulps and challenges, "You can't stop me."

"I can. I can cut off your money access, I can cut off your internet access, I can ask the guards to shut-"
Mr. Singh doesn't give her money. He doesn't give a fuck about her or me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Sid!? I've wanted to study there since so long! You can't just.. prohibit me from.." She chokes on her own words, and then leaves, running away, disappearing up the stairs.

A maid appears beside me before I can process Zara's situation, "Mr. Singh has requested your presence." She says.

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I knock on his door and he grunts, asking me to open the door.

Mr. Singh, or my sperm donator (can't call him a father), sits behind his maghony desk, his back facing a glass window which gjves him a view of everything.

"Sidhant, my boy. You're here for the break?"

I resist the urge to roll my eyes and say, "Yes."

"That's good to here. You haven't been around much, Zara has been missing you a lot."

He barely meets Zara once in a month despite living in the same house.

"I know." I reply curtly.

"Don't be rude, Sid." He says.

"I'm not being rude, Mr. Singh."

I want to bash your face into the glass mirror behind you, and make you a bloody mashed potato, so no, I'm not being rude yet.

I don't say any of this, though.

"Stop with the Mr. Singh. Call me dad, father, anything that signifies I'm related to you. Stop being a brat Sidhant. This is not how life works. You need to accept I'm your dad-"

"Why did you call me here?"

He tenses his shoulders. He doesn't like being interrupted.

Too bad I'm not entertaining his power trip.

"I called you because, son, you take over our campanies after graduation, which is soon" 2 years he means "and I want you to attend a conference-"

"No." I say, proceeding to exit.

"Sidhant. Don't you dare leave the office."

I don't listen.

"You do know Zara lives here, right? And once you go to she will continue to live here?"

If I don't listen, Zara pays. That is what he means.

That is what he has been doing since I was a kid. Threatening me with Zara.

"I'll attend your bloody conference."

"Good. Glad we're on the same page."

I leave, feeling hollow.

I wish Mr. Singh had never taken me back from my dad.

The dad who is now dead. I want him. I want him. I don't want to be here.

My situation is just a proof of the fact that a house is not a home.

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