Running Away ✔

Prologue

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Running away

By: Akankshasharma3

Started - 4th October 2015
Ended - 8th January 2016

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This book is a work of FICTION. It is fiction and not to be confused with reality so I'm not responsible if you get offended by anything in this book and don't try to kill yourself. The material in this book is for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.
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Prologue

Theme Quote - "Life is defined by the Chances we take and the choices we make."

My name is Nathalia Beckham Kaur Khan.

The time I hit 25 was the day I decided that I had to open my cage to taste freedom. I was not willing to doll up and follow my mother's footsteps and become the next runway model for an upscale brand nor was I going to get hitched anytime soon so I did something that I never thought I would do in a million years, I ran away.

I took the next flight available to India without having any plans on where to go or what to do next and that's when the shit hit the ceiling.

People around me considered me an easy target and I got mugged the day I stepped into the country. I never had close contacts with any of my cousins and I was all alone in a country that was metaphorically my birth country but I was feeling emptier than ever, almost unwelcomed. I just wanted to feel free and explore the world on my own and not be trained like a dog and follow the masters order A.K.A, my mother.

The last time I met my dad was 20 years ago. He left me on my birthday and never returned since then. My mother cut off all ties with him and asked me to wipe his existence from my memories.

Now you must be thinking why I decided to pack my things and just leave to India all of a sudden? I had come to know that I have a male figure in my life other than my dad A.K.A my adopted brother who was 2 years older to me and had contacted me through Facebook.

I thought that he was just another fan or some kind of creepy stalker but when he E-mailed me a photo, the last photo I had ever taken with my dad that's when I decided to Skype with my brother and came to know that my dad was still trying to get in touch with me but he failed constantly and reduced his efforts to find me thinking that someday his ex-wife A.K.A the monster who gave birth to me would eventually make me unite with him.