The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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Aditya's phone rang, and he gestured for me to go to Atharyu Bhai.
"Mr. Rajput, it is so good to meet you." A middle-aged man stopped Atharyu.
In reply, my brother replied with a curt nod. I looked here and there, waiting for them to finish.
"I have seen you somewhere," a women spoke, her voice sounding familiar. My gaze freezes when I turn to know who exactly the person is.
"She is Mr. Rajput's sister; of course, you would have seen her in the newspaper or on social media." Now I understand this man is none other than her husband, Mr. Singhania.
Mrs. Singhania tried to remember, "No, I think I have seen her in one of my friend's houses, working as a maid."
It caught everyone off guard, making my breath hitch.
No, please. I prayed.
I saw Atharyu Bhai clenching his jaw and his sharp eyes focused on Mr. and Mrs. Singhania, daring them to repeat that.
"I-I apologize, Mr. Rajput. I think my w-wife had some misunderstanding. We are very sorry." Before Mrs. Singhania could speak more, her husband dragged her with him, continuously apologizing to us.
"I saw her serving tea..." I can hear Mrs. Singhania speaking as they continue to move away.
My heart was beating like a thunderclap. I can feel sweat on my forehead in anticipation of my brother's reaction. He will know...
"Like I told you earlier, people will make fake stories to defame you. Just don't react." Saying this, he put a hand on the small of my back to usher me to move ahead.
How much I hope these stories are fake.
Dear past, please stay buried.
After that, Kavya made me meet her parents, and let me tell you, they are sweethearts. Kavya's father, Arwind Malhotra, is a businessman, and her mother, Sandhaya Malhotra, is a very famous fashion designer.
Seeing Kavya with her parents warmed my heart. This is the kind of bond I wished to have with my parents- pure love. I would have done anything just to have a moment like this, even if it lasted for a few seconds. Their presence remained only a distant dream.
I would have spent my entire life with the memory of them. But that's the problem; I don't have memories with them. Only some faint illusions, created by my own head.
The dinner was served, and the family of the bride and groom sat down at the same table.
"My legs are hurting with so much dancing," Kabeer, who was sitting on my right, said.
"Dance is easy, but whatever you were doing was more difficult than dancing." Shaurya commented, making a few of us snicker.
"I couldn't agree more..." I immediately zipped my mouth when Kabeer looked at me with accusation.
