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Walking through the road of thorns and gravel she walked towards his destructor with faith in her heart and fear in her mind.
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-Selene
"I will get ready on my own, I don't need any help." I answered with moist eyes. The pain of anguish, helplessness and boundations was churning my heart.
"Ok, but don't try to run away. They would be here anytime and you had to leave." The warning in her eyes was clearly evident.
I looked at her, the lady which owned the title of being my mom. This is the time I realized for sure that she hates me, despise me and could never love me.
Taking the dress from their hands, I closed the door without a word. All conversations are pointless, what I am doing is for my father.
Getting ready for unpredictable tomorrow's next to follow. I was there standing timid, afraid, hopeless, lifeless but with the strong power of love for my father guiding and empowering me at every moment.
The burden of layers of concealment was ought to save me from all evil eyes. Little did I knew someone will prey me for my identity, my existence, and the outer physical specifics would become incompetent to save me from stepping into the far-sighted hell.
With heavy steps, I reached down at the hall, impatient and worried. The long steps marching around the hall waited for a sign of the next step to be taken. I waited for myself to be captured and trapped. Or to frame it, I was waiting for the safe and secure arrival of my father.
The screeching noise of tyres halting in front of the house signalled the arrival. They might have arrived.
I expected to see my unknown groom. The Mafia leader K.T. I don't even know his name. I wanted to see him, what kind of person he is? The most weird combination of horrible peculiar of personality is radiated from what I know about him.
Thinking that if I want to see my father, and ensure his safety I had to leave this place and walk forward towards the hell. I moved forward with slow and uncalculated steps.
"Before I could reach the door, the mafia's have announced their arrival by kicking down the door and letting it rest to the ground.
"So, you are finally ready and eager to marry K.T. Let's go." Saying this he came forward, I retreated back out of fear. The simple actions of these people are so much terrifying.
"I am eager to meet my father and get him released, not for this marriage." I mumbled retreating back and back with slow steps.
"Now when I am ready to marry him and has complied to the demand, I want my father to be freed from your incarcerate," I asked in a shivering voice. Eyes glued to the ground and legs trembling back, I tried to keep a brave face.
"He will reach home the moment you leave this house. Now don't throw tantrums, go and sit inside the car." He said pointing towards the car standing in front of the house.
"But, I want to meet Dad. How would I know he has reached? I want to meet him." I asserted.
"He is alive and would soon reach home, isn't this sounds good to you." He said boring thorns at me with the pointed look of his eyes.
"You will receive a call from him, once you sit in the car." Having said this he immediately moved towards the door to left the hall.
I followed him to finally leave the house and set my feet outside the boundary of the known well or the little safe world of mine.
"Get inside Ma'am" I looked up to find a man dressed in a white driver dress holding the door open to me.
"I went inside and got seated.
All four men in black coats went inside the car which was standing ahead of the car I was seated in.
Things seem irrelevant nothing could register in my mind , I was impatient waiting for the call from my dad.
With numb hands and entwined fingers, I waited.
The car started trudging through the lane, with closed eyes, cold hands folded in form of prayer, prayer for the safety of my dad I waited in silence.
The solitude was soon broken at the voice of the most awaited phone call. I was in tears, with shivering hands, receiving the call through the cell phone attached to the car seat, I responded. Praying and hoping it to be my father's call.
" My Child" He spoke..
The moment I listened to these two words, I felt like bursting out into tears."Dad...Dad...How are you...Are you fine? ..." Listening to his voice has relieved half of my stress. I just want to ensure his safety, I would manage the other things.
At last, he told me that this marriage is for one year, which means I will be free after a year.
"Don't worry child, I am completely fine and safe, I am at home. But, I want you to return back. Where are you? Please return back. Cadie told me that you eloped with your lover. If there is something you could tell me. "
When I listened to all this I was shocked and startled beyond words.My sinuous mom has crafted an all together new story. Dad would have never allowed me to marry a mafia and stake my life. So they might have told him a lie. Which he has successfully believed.
"Dad...I lov...I love him..." A simple word love seems extremely weighted for me to speak, it felt like a knife crossing my heart. How could I love my destructor? The one who ruined it all, and left me in pieces.
"We are going to be getting married. We would soon come to meet you. Take care of yourself. There were some things due to which I had to take this step. I hope you believe your daughter. Soon I will set all the things right and on the place." I took a deep breath controlled my inconsolable tears and spoke.
"I believe you, don't worry I am always with you. I will be waiting for my child. Bring my son in law to meet me. I can't wait to see you both. Hope that you will return back soon to me." He said with a warm smile.
"I will..I will meet you soo....." Before I could complete my sentence there was a beep sound and the call has been cut.
Monitored call only for restricted minutes. The message popped up. A sarcastic mixture. of a happy and sad smile came across.
Pain seems a little less excruciating, and all problems and trials appear survivable after listening to his calm voice.
I had promised him that I will return back and meet him soon. Little did I know when this soon will come.
Today I will meet the person I am going to be married to let us see will he be a devils incarnation or the guardian angel. What ever he is, I had to somehow spend a year with him.
Soon I will reach the place he resides, I want to meet him and look at the merciless face, the shameless eyes who could commit these forbidden misdeeds.
To be continued...
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