DARK MAFIA ROMANCE
#FIRST BOOK IN THE DUOLOGY
I LOVE IT AND I HATE
IT AT THE SAME TIME
Growing up, life was never fair to Shivangi. She fought battles at every step of life which ultimately turned her into the ruthless monster she despised as a gir...
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We both ate the pasta together, talking and laughing alongside.
"What do you think about your dad's dea-"
"He is not dead." I cut him off in between in a cold tone. "He. Is. Not. Dead." I repeated, this time more emphasis on each word.
He looked confused, almost stunned.
"We'll talk about this later. You look quite tired. Have some rest. It's late anyways so you can stay here." I shrugged off the topic for now and stood up as my pasta was finished. My steps made their way to my room. "Good night!" I said to him while walking upwards.
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I was continuously changing my positions, turning here and there in order to sleep but looks like it was miles away from me. At last, I rose up from the bed. Irritation was clear on my face. I jerked the quilt aside and stepped outside of my room. It was already past twelve and everyone must be in deep sleep and here stupid I was walking like a ghost in midnight.
I was actually........missing dad.
I mean I can miss my dad, can't I? will that make me less strong or more of weak? Our relation was not so good but not so bad at the same time. We rarely talked, not because we hated each other but there was an invisible wall of formality between us which took it's place by time and I never realized it, neither did he and before we knew it was already a barrier between us that we didn't ever knew how to break.
I was never a part of his dark world, or else one can say that he never wanted me to step in that area of his. He always kept me safe and away from it. Every time we were together and had a conversation, he never even mentioned anything about the Mafia. He always showed me his soft and generous side which is another reason I love him more. He is the perfect dad and I adored him for that. Even after having a sort of distant relation, I always felt safe and guarded even if I was away from him but now, I don't even know where to find him. It feels like something very important is chopped off from my life and I need that missing piece back as soon as possible.
My steps automatically shifted to the way to my father's room. The pitch-dark black rays were what I found as I opened the door of his room. He was there a day before but now he is found to be nowhere. I turned on the lights and wandered in. His belongings were placed as the same way he left them. No one dared to touch them from their place.
There was a long, large sized portrait hanging on the wall parallel to his bed. It was of me him and mom, my biological mom. My hand automatically lifted up to caress them. I was too young in the picture, probably around 2 years. The time was good when mom was alive. Life flipped upside down when she passed away....she committed suicide, the reason for which I never came to know. I don't know about dad for the same. The time was tough and brutal for me and dad. I was trying to settle up with the mishap thinking at least I have dad left with me. But then one day Amelia entered the mansion with her son, elder than me, claiming him dad's son. It was not even a month since mom's funeral when Amelia came, and she never left after that day. I don't clearly remember what happened at that time but I was left devastated to have her as a stepmother. She never behaved properly with me and I became used to it with time. Simultaneously I stopped talking much, I became more self-centered, cold and mature. And dad and I never realized when a layer of formality stood between us, separating us to a much extent.
