Aradhya, just 8 years old, was sitting in the middle of the road, crying badly.
Her small hands were holding a bunny stuffed toy tightly as she kept sobbing.
In front of her, the car was burning.
The car in which her parents were.
She could hear their screams as the flames grew louder.
"Mama! Papa!" she cried loudly.
But no one was there.
No cars...
No people...
Nothing...
It was midnight, and she was alone in the middle of the road.
She couldn't move...
Her legs were frozen....
Only tears came out...
*Gasp*
Aradhya opened her eyes, panting heavily.
She was sweating. Her chest was rising and falling fast.
Her eyes were wet.
Again...
She saw it again, The same memory.
The same tragic past that kept haunting her for the last 13 years.
The same memory that destroyed her beautiful home. Her parents. Her everything.
She sat up on the bed.
The room around her looked nothing less than a princess room.
Luxury, branded clothes, bags, soft bedsheets, perfumes... everything...
But still, she couldn't enjoy it. She couldn’t be happy.
Because none of it was truly hers.
It all belonged to the family that took her in.
Her adoptive parents...
The Mehra's
One of the biggest industrialist families.
Powerful...
Feared...
Untouchable...
Raj Mehra. That was her adoptive father...
And Shila Mehra, Her adoptive mother. They were good people. Treated her well....
Good... but something was missing...
She couldn’t tell what it was, but something never felt complete.
But there is always somthing off... She was not adopted by them but a maid and her husband. They adopted her but she was told to be staying here.
Her legal parents are someone else when she asked why all other's could tell was because of raj mehra's work and reputation.
Still, she was grateful, For everything.
She got up and got ready for college...
She came down wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. A small elegant watch on her wrist and a black sling bag.
She greeted the chefs and servants with a smile.
"Good morning" she said softly.
They all smiled back.
