Happily Ever After

Chapter 1

Another day of torture.... I'm so lonely-how many times did I say it? Oh, yes-the 999th time. I'm so lonely. It's a torture, watching all those kids play while I can't! Dad doesn't let me go, and all the kids are scared of me, just because I am the daughter of the drug lord in India! Well, adopted daughter. None of the children at school sit with me. Or even talk with me. Even the teachers are afraid of me. Everybody expects me to be as bad as dad.

Oh! Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Adira and I am the adopted daughter of the drug lord in India. Why can't anyone see the underlined "A" word in the above sentence? I don't like his habits, but I admire his efforts to make me a better person than him. Dad told me once that I was adopted, but never told me why or how. That was a big question for me, until recently. My servant told me my adoption story (with a prequel about her). I never broke down when I learnt that I was adopted or when I heard my adoption story. Instead, I took it as a fairytale. Actually, my adoption story happens to be really interesting.

Ten years ago, the drug lord of India happened to be driving his jeep in a poor city of India. He saw a lady (my servant) and her husband on one side of the road. The lady was pregnant and on the verge of delivering. The drug lord pitied the poor couple and took them in his keep to the nearest hospital. The doctors arrived and took her into the labour room, immediately. As soon as she was put in, another woman was taken into the room. The two of them delivered their kids at the same hour, same minute and same second. The first lady delivered a boy, and the second lady delivered a girl (me). The second lady died at the same moment she gave birth to her child. The first lady and her husband were shocked. As soon as the surviving lady was put into a ward, her husband went to the drug lord, thanked him and told him that their baby was a boy. The drug lord noticed the shocked face of the man and asked him why. Then he told the fate of the other woman in the room. The drug lord, who was moved by this story, questioned the doctors about the dead lady's husband. All he got to know was that the lady's husband was killed in a car crash and the baby girl had no relatives. He decided to adopt the baby girl. He offered the couple to live at his place, in return for the husband being one of his men and the lady as my servant. I have never seen my servant's son as long as I know, but I would like to.

Enough stories! Back to the present. As one minute passed, I was adding one percent of anger to my anger collection. I cannot explain how angry I am now. I was angry, annoyed,irritated, fuming, mad, livid, irate, heated. I even felt the sofa burning.Soon I was called to dinner. I went to the table, long enough for 12 to sit,yet only 2 occupied the table. I twisted my fork around the pasta I had to eat today, and stabbed one piece in the middle and dumped into my mouth. My dad,who was skilled in noticing signs of my upcoming tantrums, asked me why I was angry now. I burst out in anger that I hated him, because he never let me be a normal kid. I was so.....! I can't express it. He slapped me on my face, dragged me to the door and threw me out.

It was night and freezing cold. I put on the zip of my jacket and put the hood over my head. Itwas really cold. Suddenly, I heard a masculine voice jabbering in rapid Hindi.Luckily, I understood it. I turned to direction of the voice and saw a boy; about the same age as me, with messy hair, wearing a khaki trouser, a white vest and a khaki jacket top. He does have the same taste of fashion as me. I said hello,but he didn't answer, instead he looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. I realized that he didn't understand English but understands Hindi. I said hi and asked who he was (just in case) in Hindi, and he answered back by saying that he was the son of one the drug lord's henchmen. He told me his name was Niru and that his mother was the servant of the drug lord's daughter. And I said that I was the daughter of the drug lord. You could've seen the look on his face when I said that! Was he my not-so-twin brother? . He said that he went to the village school and always got the first place in class, and never had a friend (like me). He said he didn't know English, but he'd really love to learn. I asked whether he wanted to learn English and he said yes. I put on a sly smile. At that very moment, I heard the door knob creak, and I told him to run, which he did. The door knob opened, and my dad called me inside, and hugged me. He told he was sorry for what he had done and asked me for my forgiveness. I, in turn told him sorry and asked him for his forgiveness. We both forgave each other and went inside the house to re-enjoy our dinner.

The next day, I told myservant about my meeting with Niru and gave her a small bundle of papers- which was my lesson in English- to her, and told her to give this to him. So I actually met my not-so-twin brother for the first time!