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A Concealed Truth of A Deception #ShotsContest

'It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasant and cold. I was travelling to Bangalore to attend a college friend's wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batch mates. But what I didn't know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counters. I am was almost sure it was HER .... Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60 odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girl friend stood two places ahead of me in that. We had never met after the college farewell.' Randhir began his narration after clearing his throat. A less than a second, Sanyukta sneaked into Anya's room and interrupted 'Randhir, not again. Tell me you aren't ' Just then Randhir intervened her 'Darling, I have to do it. She need to know' Sanyukta leaned against the side marble of the door, folded her arms across her chest, raised her brow and argued with Randhir ' She is already an adult. She just across 18 last month. She knows to manage her issues by herself. Don't you, Anya?' Anya maintained her straight face, choose not to reply her mom. Randhir defended Anya 'Sanyukta, she is still baby for me. I agree with you. Can I please handle her?' He ended his statement with his characteristic cute pout, making Anya chuckle. Samyukta finally gave up 'Do whatever you want, Randhir. God only knows what this father and daughter is upto. I ain't talking to you.'

Oh yeah, our Sandhir is married for more than 2 decades with a lovely and obedient daughter- Anya who is still an apple of her father's eyes.

'Daddy, mom just flared her noses around and is not the good mood' Anya concluded from their discussion. 'Don't worry, my bacha. I know how to tackle her. Let her aggravate more, we can fun with her later. So, where were we?' Randhir relaxed her, a depressed soul and an overthinking mind. Anya replied coldly 'Daddy, you were talking about airport scene and something about farewell.'

Randhir continued 'We had never met after the college farewell. That farewell evening will always remain one hell of the nightmare.' Anya again broke down. Randhir cupped her face, kissed on her forehead after wiping off her tears which actually stabbed his heart. He quickly locked her in the warmth of his embrace while Anya choose to sob continuously. Randhir pacified his little princess 'My angel. My princess. Stop crying. It's hurting me.' Anya quickly reverted 'But daddy, he should let me justify myself. He simply broke up. More precisely, he abandoned me without giving any second thoughts. How could he!' Randhir wrapped his arms around his daughter 'Shh! Mera bacha. Your dadda is with you naa. Maybe you should listen to what I say. For me, please. Will you?' Anya chafe her nose against her daddy formal light yellow shirt, sniffed sharply and snuggled herself with her dad, finally pitching in 'Yes daddu. You can, now'

Randhir recollected his last statement, reviving his beautiful and painful moments with his farzi and continued 'My charm worked on every single girl of our university while Sanyukta didn't spare any guy's heart. Nevertheless, we choose to be together. The farewell fiasco took our relationship downhill, moreover tested our loyalty. The moment I spot her in the queue of the airline, my heart not only skipped a beat but also questioned my conscience: was your love so weak. What hurt me more was she been accompanied by a guy. That husky complexion and that bleak voice when he called Sanyukta 'Sany' , that amicability simply pumped up my rage. I never knew he is such an opportunist. I wish I could punch him hard, distorting his jawline' Anya's curiosity hit her hard and finally shot her question 'Daddy, who was he? And what happened at the farewell?' Randhir exhaled sharply and answer Anya's query 'It's him! Samir' Anya looked at her daddy cluelessly but his melancholy ran through her cold nerve. She wrapped her hands around her king and replied 'Samir uncle would be one kind of manipulative person, I tell you. Even my Dhruv is same.' Randhir separated their frames and said 'As far as I know, he isn't but Monali is. My experience and fatherly instincts never lie' 'Daddy, what happened on farewell eve?' Anya calmly raised her another query, ignoring his statements.