1st book in Tangled past series
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
They snatched everything from me and I curse them every moment, with every breath I take.
I am supposed to kill them both. I have dreamt of killing them, destroying them until they beg me to...
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A D I T I
"Don't you think you should jog early in the morning?" I ask, my eyes looking at my father as he takes a long sip of his tea. He doesn't reply to me and pretends as if I am not here so I simply snatched his iPad, prohibiting him from reading the articles.
"Aditi," He warns looking at me but I step back playfully, keeping my hands on my hips. "Dad, I just want you to be healthy. Come on," Dad sets his tea down, his eyes narrowing slightly as he reads me. I can tell he's trying not to smile, but I can see the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Aditi, give me back my iPad," he says, his voice firm. I hold it just out of his reach, grinning.
"No way, Dad. You need to focus on your health, not reading about politics all morning," I say, trying to sound cool. My boots clicked on the pavement and it just sets a reminder that I was getting late for University.
My dad sighs, shaking his head. "You're as stubborn as your mothe-" he paused on his words. Shutting his eyes, he might have regretted taking her name but I have always been curious to know about her. No one has even talked to me about my real mom. How was she? I don't even remember how she looked or her voice.
Dad clears his throat, bringing me back from my thoughts as I curl my lips into a smile. "Come on, Dad. Just 30 minutes of jogging. For me?" I asked and he shook his head. My dad might get angry at me sometimes but he is the best. At least in this home, he makes me feel as if I have someone I can call mine.
He looks at me, his expression softening. "Fine," he says finally, setting his tea aside. "But if I die of a heart attack, it's on you." I keep my hand on my chest as I say. "You better stop talking like that or I'll throw your dear Ipad."
My dad chuckles, holding up his hands in defence. "I can throw your bike too-" My eyes squirted as I looked at him. "I'll pretend I didn't hear you and now you-better start jogging."
"Okay, okay. No more talk of premature death." He eyes the iPad, still clutched in my hand, and smiles brightly. "You know, I'm starting to think you're more of a threat to my iPad's safety than any actual harm to my health."
I smiled at his words, remembering the incident with Papa-Virendra Papa. I remember how I began to walk right after I woke up from a coma. I remember how I accidentally slipped and dropped a 2 million worth vase. He didn't say a word to me, just ordered the staff to remove everything that might hurt me.
Sometimes I wish to go and check on him, I never intended on hating him, I don't hate him but I am scared of a lot of things.
"Dad, do you know when Abhay is going back?"
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"Please, Please, please. I beg you for this. I promise nothing will go wrong and besides that I assure you we'll have fun." Lyla looked at me, her puppy eyes which only made me cringe, but I felt good because she doesn't act like this in front of her boyfriend.
