"Amidst the ruins of a once strong love, two hearts struggle to find their way back to each other. In a story of love, heartache, and redemption, 'Tattered Hearts' follows a couple as they navigate the treacherous terrain of a shattered relationship...
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Aratrika's POV
"Papa, I'm going to Spain," I told my father, who was sitting beside me.
"Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I've got a client, Papa," I continued, excited. "And you know, if I get this project, it will be like my dream come true."
Papa's expression softened as he saw the determination in my eyes.
"I understand your ambition, but why Spain?" he asked, his concern evident.
I took a deep breath and explained, "This client is very important, Papa. If I secure this project, it will not only be a huge boost to my career, but it will also help my security. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity."
Papa's face was a mixture of pride and worry. He knew how much this meant to me, but he also didn't want me to be so far from home.
"I know you've always been determined to succeed," he said, his voice gentle. "But are you sure it's safe to go to Spain? I've heard that country can be a bit unsafe."
I nodded, confident in my decision. "I'll take every precaution, Papa. Besides, they're willing to pay well for this project.
Papa looked at me closely, his expression serious. "I have one condition before I let you go to Spain. I want you to take at least one bodyguard with you."
I was taken aback by his demand. "But Papa, I don't want a bodyguard tagging along. It will seem unprofessional."
Papa crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering. "I understand your concerns, but your safety is my top priority. If you don't take a bodyguard, then I won't let you go."
I knew Papa was being serious by the set of his jaw. I tried to reason with him.
"I know you're worried about me, Papa, but I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself," I protested.
But Papa shook his head, his decision made. "No, Aratrika. I won't risk your safety. Either you take a bodyguard or you don't go to Spain. End of discussion."
Frustrated, I let out a sigh. Papa was stubborn when it came to my safety, and I knew there was no convincing him otherwise.
"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes. "If it will make you feel better, I'll take a bodyguard with me. But it's going to be a pain having someone follow me around all the time."
Papa nodded, satisfied that I had agreed to his condition.
"I'm glad you see it my way," he said, but there was still a hint of worry in his eyes.
