Nandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figu...
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I was seething with anger as Mr. Roy stood before me, his demeanor calm despite the storm brewing inside me. How dare he reveal the truth to Nandini so easily, without any consideration for the emotional upheaval it would cause? I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to lash out.
Mr. Roy's eyes widened slightly as he noticed my fury. "I assure you, I meant no harm," he said, his voice a mix of apprehension and respect.
"How dare you delve into her history like that?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
He took a step back, his fear palpable. "We only wanted to inform her of her heritage, to ensure she knew her place in this world."
I tried to calm myself, though it was difficult. The realization that the Donna was her mother shocked me to the core. It explained so much—why she had always shown a remarkable strength and courage, why she handled the Mafia ball with such skill. It was in her blood, a legacy she had inherited. The fearless Nandini I admired so much had these traits deeply ingrained in her.
I narrowed my eyes at Mr. Roy. "What is it that you want now?" I asked, my tone icy.
His gaze was steady, though there was an edge of hesitation. "I want my granddaughter back. She has every right to be here, in this palace, as Ms. Nandini, the daughter of the Donna."
My anger flared. I took a threatening step toward him. "She is mine now. She loves me, and I will not let her go. It's entirely up to her if she wishes to be recognized as the daughter of the Donna. But she will be with me."
Mr. Roy looked down, a mix of regret and sadness in his eyes. "We know she will be safe with you, but her mother would have wanted her to be here. Her home, after all."
I fought to keep my temper in check. "She is not going anywhere. She considers me her home."
Mr. Roy looked pained but didn’t back down. "The Donna wanted her daughter to live in peace, away from the Mafia’s influence. We only wish to offer her that sanctuary."
I glared at him, the possessiveness I felt for Nandini driving my words. "You don’t understand. I’m not letting her go. and I will keep her with me, no matter what."
As the tension in the room thickened, I heard something from away, a commotion from the direction of the Donna's room. Panic surged through me as I rushed toward the sound, Mr. Roy trailing behind me. When I reached the room, I found Nandini lying on the floor, unconscious.
I used my powers discreetly to check on her condition. She was fine—just overwhelmed by the mental pressure of the revelations. I signaled to Mr. Roy to stay back and quickly called for a lady doctor.
The doctor arrived promptly and examined Nandini. "She’ll regain consciousness in a few minutes," she said, her tone reassuring.
Minutes later, soft cries filled the room. I rushed to Nandini’s side, my heart breaking at the sight of her distress. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, my worry and concern overwhelming.
