Note to be taken :-
• From onwards the Italian dialogues will be in italics but type in English.
• Same goes with hindi words will be translated in English as well.
Country :- India.
Timing :- 8 pm in evening.
Taking a deep breath I walked ahead with my suitcase.
I already landed in India and was going to my apartment which I booked for myself 2 days ago.
I wasn't going to stay in my father's house knowing that lady also stays there who hates me till her core.
I wasn't here to listen to her bullshit. I have better works to do than listen to how much she hates me from the time I had been born in this world.
Settling myself in the car after the cab driver put my suitcase in the trunk I passed him the address of my new apartment.
The car started to move and I rolled the car window and gazed outside.
Lots of things have changed here. Ofcourse it's been 15 long years everything is changed but not the people I know. I have zero hope that they will change.
It was evening time but still people were walking around the streets in Rajasthan.
Yes, I was in Rajasthan. I was born here and raised here for a while.
Padre was a Gujarati meanwhile mumma was a christian but I don't believe in any of those religions. I am an atheist.
I used to visit church, temples & pray with mumma when I was a little girl but I stopped going to church & temples and praying 15 years ago.
After I lost my mumma. My believe in God died that day when he snatched my mumma from me.
I closed my eyes and leaned backside of the seat head.
God didn't listen to my screams or begging that day then why should I believe him again ?
No I won't. I will never believe in him again.
After one hour drive, the car finally stopped and I get down and payed the driver and walked inside the building.
I took out my phone and dialed the number of the person from whom I bought the apartment.
"I am standing in the lobby." I said straightly. I was really tired from 8 hours & 50 mins flight. I want to take a warm shower and just sleep.
"Where are you exactly ?" The man asked. "In front of the receptionist desk." I replied.
"Ahh..yes saw you. I am behind you." I cut the call and turn around and I saw a man maybe in his 30 coming towards me.
He stood up infront of me and his eyes checked me out. I rolled my eyes. If I wasn't tired then I would have broken his bones right now.
"Keys" I demanded. He startled from my cold voice and quickly nodded before handing me my new apartment's key and without sparing him a single glance I walked away from him.
He would have receive a 'thanks' from me only if he wasn't a pervert at the first place.
All mens are same. Perverts.
Getting inside the lift I clicked the 10th floor button and waited to reach my necessary floor. I looked at my reflection in the lift's glass.
I was wearing a black skinny jeans with a green crop top. My overcoats was hanging down from my left arm. My hair was messy as I roamed my hands in them a quite few times.
I have long blackish waist length hair. My mumma used to like my hairs long so I kept it that way. She herself used to have beautiful long hairs but it was brown in colour.
My mumma was the most beautiful women I know.
I blinked when I heard the ping sound indicating I reached. Scrolling out from the lift I spotted my new apartment's door.
'Room no.306' was written on the door. Using the key in my hand I opened the door and welcome myself in the silent apartment with my suitcase.
Switching the lights on. I removed my shoes and walked in the living room. I observed the room and I find it as classic as I found it before in the photos which that pervert send me.
I made sure to have a good apartment to stay in cause I know I am going to stay as long as my work isn't done here.
Taking a round around the whole apartment I went inside the bedroom and took out a night suit & bathing materials like showered jel, shampoo & conditioner and went to take a shower.
Departing from my flight clothes I wet myself under the shower and stand there releasing a tired hummed.
The warm water felt good on my cold body. I washed myself with the rose smell soap and washed my hair as well with the shampoo and conditioner.
Wrapping a towel around myself & my hair I did my small skin care routine which consist of a body cream, face cream, eye cream & lip balm.
Wearing my night suit I left my hair open so it can dry naturally. I only used a drier when I am in hurry to go somewhere. I liked when my long hair naturally dries away.
Putting my phone on charger I walked towards the balcony. The balcony wasn't too big but it was enough spacious to not to feel suffocate.
Cool breeze touched my skin making goosebumps rose on my white skin.
I grabbed the railing and looked up to the sky.
"Mumma..see your Anna came back here after 15 years." I whispered softly.
"I am not a kid anymore mumma. I am a grown up, independent woman just like how you always wanted me to be."
"I hope you can still see your Anna from up there." I mumbled.
My eyes hardened and the hold on the railing as well.
"I am back mumma and I will find the forbidden truth" I thought as I gazed the silent night sky in India.
Time Skip
I heard ringing sound. I groaned who the fuck is calling me now ? I ignored it and tried to sleep by covering my ears with the pillow but the person who was on the other side of the phone wasn't letting me sleep peacefully.
I cursed as I sat up and received the call but pulled it away from my precious ear when I heard the screaming from other side and the voice belongs to my best friend aka Amara Moretti.
"You bitch !! how dare you leave Italy without informing me or talking to me. How can you do this to me ? Bitch I will kill you when I grab you."
I rolled my eyes and lay down back as Amara continued to curse me in Italian. I was expecting her to do this once she knows about my departure from Italy.
But at least not in the early first morning in India I want to listen to her cursing.
"Amara..enough" I said with a sigh after having enough of her ranting.
"I didn't told you because I know you come back to Italy without completing your fashion show which costs million dollars." I stated.
" I can earn Million dollars in a day again but I want to be there when you were going to leave from here and God knows how long you are planning to stay there as well." I heard her and knew she was pouting like a kid.
Who will believe that a 26 old supermodel behaves like a kid ?
"I am coming to India with Alice." Amara said and I immediately refused.
"No you won't."
"But why ?!" Amara whined.
"Cause I said so. You aren't stepping in India neither Alice. Am I clear ?" I declared.
I am not taking any risk.
"Listen---" I cut her off.
"Am I clear ? Amara Moretti." I repeated myself in a cold tone.
"Fine." Amara grunted out knowing I am damn serious now. I only used her full name when she seriously pissed me off or I ain't taking a 'no' as an answer.
"Good. Now let me sleep damn it and please next time check the time before calling me. We have time difference if you forget." I grunted back and before I hung up the call I heard her saying..
"Bitch I will call you at the very wrong time as a revenge."
I ignored her childish threat and tossed my phone to the side before going back to sleep.
Finally some peaceful sleep I can consume.
Time Skip
Combing my hairs with my hands I set them right. I glanced at the clock showing 8:15 pm in evening.
Grabbing my phone & purse I locked the apartment and reached the ground floor where a cab was already waiting for me.
Giving the driver the address I leaned back on the seat with closed eyes.
Flashback
I was eating my lunch at 2 noon in afternoon when my phone started to ring.
I sat straight seeing my father's name showing.
"Hello." I greeted.
"You reached in India ?" He asked.
"Yes..padre." I replied looking up at the ceiling.
"Come to house at sharp 9 pm. Have dinner here & I want to talk about something important to you as well."
"Okay." The call ended.
Not even asking me if I was tired ? Did I ate something or not ? Where I was even staying ?
No questions like always.
Flashback Ends
Opening my eyes when I felt the car stopped and after paying the cab driver his fees. I got out from the car and stood infront of the gates of the "Chauhan's Mansion"
I hold the gate handle taking a deep breath I pushed it back and started to walk towards the door.
Lots of things had changed here. The garden which was once filled with fresh real flowers 15 years ago were now replaced by the plastic flowers.
Reaching the door I knocked on it and waited for a min before it eventually got opened and I was greeted by 'Savita Kaki.'
"Anamika..beti yeh tum ho ?! Kaki said with wobbled lips as she closed her mouth with her hands. I can see her old eyes getting moisture.
(Anamika..daughter is that you?!)
"Ji ha kaki..kaise hai aap ?" I inquired back.
(Yes kaki..how are you ?)
Ofcourse I know how to speak Hindi. Even if I spend 15 years in Italy. But I didn't forget my motherland tongue.
Instead of answering me she pulled into an hug. I patted her back before I pulled away.
"Kitni badi hogayi ho tum Anamika !" Kaki exclaimed as she looked at me up & down with wide eyes.
(You have become so older Anamika)
I nodded. She saw me last when I was 12 years old little kid.
Savita kaki works for Chauhan's from last 20 years. She had seen me from childhood. She used to take care of me when my parents were out of their work.
"Aapne mujhe pechan liya ek he nazar mai..not bad kaki." I stated with a small smile.
(You recognised me in a single glance..not bad kaki)
"Kaise nhi pechan thee ? Tumari yeh hari ankhe mai kabhi nhi bhool sakti hu." She said with a chuckle.
(How can I not recognise you ? I can never forget your this green eyes)
"Tumhe dekh kar mujhe Natasha beti ki yaad aagayi. Tum able bilkul apni maa jaise dikh rahe---"
(Seeing you I remember Natasha daughter. You are just looking like your mother---)
She stopped in mid when she realised what she was saying and looked at me with nervous eyes.
I know I look a lot like my mother and I am happy to look like her but I am scared as well.
Because whenever I stared at myself in the mirror I saw my mother's reflection in myself and the face of her which was covered with bl---
"Hay bhagwan mai kitni pagal hu. Ghar ki Beti itne saalo ke baad aayi hai aur maine usse darwaza pe he khada kar ke rakh diya hai." I heard Savita kaki ranted.
(Oh god I am so stupid. Daughter of these house has came her after so many years and I am making her standing at the doorsteps)
Fuck I was again going there unconsciously. No Anamika get a grip on yourself. You have to face others right now and show them that you are not a 12 years old girl anymore.
"Chalo andar aao na beti." Kaki said giving me the way. I walked in as Kaki closed the door behind me and started to assist me the way.
(Please come inside daughter)
The corridors which used to be filled with our family photos once were now filled with costly million dollars paintings.
But it has no value in my eyes.
"Anamika tumare bina yeh Ghar ek dam soona hogaya tha." Kaki mumbled as she passed me a small smile.
(Without you, this house has became so silent)
I didn't said anything. I missed this house as well. This house holds both my happy & bitter memories.
We both reached the living hall and there I saw my father sitting on his lavish couch with a file in his hand.
"Chauhan Sahab..dekhiye toh aapki beti Anamika aayi hai." Savita Kaki excitedly informed while standing beside me.
(Chauhan Sir..look your daughter has came)
"Savita..tumhe itna bhee nhi pata hai ki mehmaan ke liye paani laya jata hai." Prithviraj Chauhan, my father said still not looking up from his file.
(Savitha..you don't even know that water is brought for the guest)
Mehmaan. Mai apne khud ke he ghar mai ek 'mehman' ban chuki hu.
(Guest. I have become a 'guest' in my own house)
"J-Ji ha..Mai abhe lati hu p-paani Anamika beti ke liye." Savita kaki muttered in hurried and walked out from the living room.
(Y-Yes..I will bring some water for her right now)
Clenching my fist I tried to control my anger.
I want to burst on the man who was sitting in front of me.
Scream at him, ask him why is he like these ? How can he call me as a gu---
"Why are you standing there ? Come sit on the couch." Padre said as he flipped the next page of the file.
I blinked and walked towards the couch right in front of him and sat there.
I stared at the man in front of me who I was seeing from these close after 9 years ago.
Prithviraj Chauhan stopped visiting me in Italy after my 18th birthday.
He used to call me once or thrice in a month to know about my studies then hang up. Then, the calls become more rare. He will call me once or twice in 6 or 8 months gap.
That's how my father slowly distance himself from me or maybe he was never close to me to begun with.
My eyes scanned his facial features. He has wrinkles near his eyes which were so focused on the file which he was reading.
As long as I remember he was the same person. A workaholic man whose world revolved around his work, business & money.
Some gray strands of hair were already peeking from his scalp. He was aging but still looked in his mid 30's. That's how fit he kept himself.
I didn't heritance anything from my father except for my black hair. We have only our black jet hair in common.
I watched as he closed the file and kept it on the side along with his spectacles and finally looked at me.
For a long minute, he didn't said anything neither he made a move but kept staring at me intensely.
"Bilkul ho-bahu apni maa jaise dikhne lagi ho. Mujhe aisa laga ki khud Natasha maire samne beti ho." Father said more to himself than me.
(You have started looking exactly like your mother. For a moment, I thought Natasha was sitting infront of me)
"Wahi lambe-gahne baal, wahi safehd rang, wahi...hare ankhein..bilkul Natasha jaise." He voiced out in daze not averting his eyes from me.
(That long-voluminous hair, that white skin tone, that..green eyes..Just like Natasha)
Good. He was seeing his late wife & my mumma in me. I want him to see that.
He blinked his eyes like he comes out of his world when he heard the approaching footsteps of Savita Kaki.
Kaki offered me water which I took from her and took some sips before giving her back.
"Jaake khane ki taiyaari kar do." He ordered kaki who nodded in return but before she can leave he said.
(Go and get the dinner ready)
"Aur ha baaki sabh ko bhee bhula do khana khane ke liye."
(And yes call everyone else for dinner)
Kaki nodded and walked out.
Let's compose yourself Anamika you have to face that lady again and this time with a strong face and not the one you showed her when you were just 12 years old crying little girl.
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