Falak’s POV.Finally, it was Friday and the 8th of April. As he had said that he wouldn’t be able to spend time with me, he really couldn’t. I tried to sleep last night without him by my side, but I ended up screaming and crying because the boogieman of my dream returned, finding me alone. And he didn’t let me sleep. Not only this, for the last two days, I had a feeling that someone was following me or watching my every moment.I knew even HE had a habit of keeping an eye on me to keep a tab on my every activity, but unlike this time, I never felt like someone’s eyes were on me all the time.As Ashley once asked that ‘Don’t you feel scared with the thought of someone stalking you all the time?’I have been feeling scared for the last two days.I shook my head to avoid this negative thought. It was my boyfriend’s birthday today. Yes, BOYFRIEND, we were now in a relationship. I might be moving too fas

Falak's POV.As soon as the car screeched to a halt before the venue, I had to cover my eyes from the blinding flashes. I had attended a few business parties before, so I knew there could be paparazzi, but this was too much. I was thankful that I was not afraid of cameras. I walked out of the car confidently, and at the same time, I was praying not to fall down in front of so many people.Since I was basically a NO ONE, so very few people captured my pictures; giving a small smile, I moved ahead to enter the venue."Hello, Ma'am," One of the male reporters blocked my way. "I couldn't recall your name. You're the owner of…?", He left the sentence incomplete to fill in the blanks."Thank you. But basically, I'm just a personal assistant of Mr. Martinez.", I replied politely, and immediately the reporter looked disappointed to ask a question from someone like me.Well, I couldn't blame him, though; I was definitely looking for more than just an ass

Falak's POV.I panicked in my sleep and was about to open my eyes in fear, but I was soon engulfed in tight but comfortable arms. It took me a while to fall into a deep slumber again.I hissed in pain when I accidentally touched the wound on my head. And because of this, I opened my eyes. I touched my head and found a bandage on my head. It took me a while to recall how this happened and what had happened yesterday.Facing Adhiraj Srivastava!Then knowing my father's name Aarvik Singh Rathore!And then, that Jacob was not my mysterious lover.But HE was!!I couldn't believe what my ears heard last night, and my body felt when he touched me. Indeed he was my mysterious lover.But how was that possible?My mind was completely blank. Thinking about last night's incident, I felt like I was still in some kind of impossible dream from which only he could take me out.But where was he?Don't tell me that he left me alone on the bed again. At least, he s

Falak’s POV.“My father?” I asked to confirm that I heard him right. On which he nodded his head and walked toward me, taking baby steps. I didn’t realize I was crying until his thumb wiped my tears. “My dad?” I asked again like a stupid, I hoped he wouldn’t get mad for asking the same thing again, but the smile didn’t appear on his lips.“Aarvik Singh Rathore?” I asked again as he nodded his head and grinned. My heart was pounding loudly in my ribcage because of happiness, but my mind was in alert mode. If he was indeed my father, then he would surely answer all my questions with patience, right? “Can you please show me some ID?” I asked. I knew I was taking too much precaution, but you couldn’t blame me for that, couldn’t you? I looked at the face of t

Falak's POV.I couldn't help myself from thinking about Klaus and everything that happened. It was still hard to believe that in the last twenty-four hours, my life had been changed upside down.I came across my kidnapper!I came to know about my mysterious lover.I came to know about the reason about that why he hid everything from me?I met my father.I finally knew that there were five members in my family, including me—mom, dad, Mayan, and Saira.I even decided to leave Klaus.And that's the reason I was lying on the bed, doing nothin