Her Mysterious Lover

Falak’s POV

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“Hey Maria,” I called her name when I found her engrossed in reading a magazine. She kept the magazine on the table when she heard me and stood on her feet to come near me.

“How was the session with Dr. Hazel White?”, She asked, helping me to walk so that I wouldn’t end up keeping all my pressure on my injured leg.

“I don’t know.”, I answered truthfully. Because I really couldn’t figure it out. All I knew was that I cried; I cried a lot. I was sure that one could guess that just by looking at puffy eyes.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? I mean, any place where you can feel better? Because you looked…”

“I’m fine, Maria. Thank you. I want to home and rest for a while.”, I said, cutting her in between. I was having a slight headache because of crying continuously for half an hour or more.

“Okay, Ma’am.”

“Also, I want you to call me by name, please.”

“But…”

“Please! I’m no different than you. Keep this formality till your sir because he’s a way richer and more powerful than both of us. But I’m nowhere near him.”

“But one day, you will share the same status equal to him after your marriage with him.”

“Do you think so?”

“Think what?”

“That he will marry me?” I asked, on which she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t. She left that topic over there.

After a moment later, when we settled in the car, and that’s when she spoke. “Sir loves you dearly, but some situation is not under his control. So, please don’t judge the choices he makes when you don’t know the options he had to choose from.”

“Then he can share the options with me instead of hiding it from me.”

“And what will you do after knowing the options?”, She asked. “Do you think you can sort out his problem just like he can sort your problems?”, She added another question, shutting me completely.

The ride was filled with silence.

I didn’t know the reason why Maria was quiet, but I was quiet because I was thinking about HIM. There was definitely a big reason behind all this mysterious thing that was going on my back. And after talking about it with Maria, I realized that there was nothing I could do about it.

After all, who the hell was I?

A Nobody!

When I couldn’t help myself to find my real identity, then how in heaven I could help someone else.

Immediately an urge to know about my real parents, my own identity started craving in my mind and my heart.

I knew that one person who could answer my question still; because of my fear, I couldn’t gather the courage to go back to Sydney and get my answers from him.

Why the hell was I staying in an Orphanage like an orphan when I knew that my parents were out there and were still alive.

Who knows, I could be the Rapunzel of my life? My kidnappers didn’t treat me well, but that didn’t mean that even my real parents would also treat me right. I might be their lost princess, right?

Instead of waiting here and hoping for my parents to find me, why shouldn’t I take a step to find them OR get the answers to my questions?

Shit!

Now I understood why I was still away from my parents; that’s because even God helps those who help themselves, and guess what? I did nothing, YET.

‘But not anymore; I have to find who I am? From where do I come from? Who are my parents? Now, I will help myself in healing, in becoming stronger than ever, in learning new things and knowing my identity.’

“We’re here.” I heard Maria’s voice and came out of the train of thoughts. I nodded before stepping out of the car. “I’m sorry I didn’t want to offend you by saying those things,” Maria spoke again, on which I looked at her.

“It’s fine. Whatever you said was nothing but the truth. So, I didn’t mind it all.”, I said with a smiling face.

“Liar. If you do not have felt bad, then you mustn’t be silent during the whole ride.”

“You’re overthinking. I was silent during the ride because something was going on in my mind.” I admitted the truth. “It has nothing to do with your words, trust me.”

“Oh, I see,” She muttered. “What were you thinking so hard?”

“About me.”

“What about you?”

“I will share this with you some other day.”, I replied.

“Okay then! What will you like to have in your lunch?”

“Anything will be fine. How about something which is your favorite? In that way, I will get to know a little more about you.”

“Sure.”, A big smile appeared on her face, and after leaving me in my room. She dashed out to do her business. While I lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Now that I had made up my mind to meet Adhiraj Srivastav, whom I considered as my father for thirteen years, but he turned out to be my kidnapper I wondered how couldn’t I figure out that truth sooner because I clearly remembered that everyone used to call him ADHIRAJ while he had documented his name as ‘MIRAAN’. He was always faking his identity to save himself from getting caught.

I had to think properly what all the things I should have prepared in case he tried to kidnap again.

The first thing which I want to know why did he kidnap me? Am I some heir of a billionaire or something?

Or He kidnapped me out of hatred and anger for my family?

Though he was not here to answer my this question, I could guess the second reason behind my kidnapping. I had seen hatred in his eyes for me. He wanted me to suffer all my life. Since I had done nothing wrong with him, surely he was taking his revenge on my family by hurting me.

It meant I wasn’t a nobody.

If I want to help HIM, then I would have to help myself first.

And that would begin from now onwards.

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I tried to search about a new born kidnapping in 1999 for a god know how long until I found a list of kidnappings between 1990-1999 along with Date, Victims, Abductors, Location, Age of victims, outcome and notes!

‘Date: 3-3-1999

Victim: Falak Singh Rathore

Abductor: Adhiraj Srivastava

Location: Kolkata, India

Age of victim: Two hours

Outcome: Unknown

Notes: Rathore was kidnapped by Adhiraj Srivastva on 3 March 1999 from the hospital. Her parents reported her missing report and tried to find the look for her kidnapper. No trace of her ever found, nor had the investigators been able to ascertain any further information about her situation or current location.’

At this moment, I literally wanted to slap myself for not looking for all these news earlier. I mean everything…everything was on the wikipedia and all I had to do was SEARCH but I never did.

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

I cursed myself at my stupidity

A big smile appeared on my face when I realized my real name was FALAK SINGH RATHORE, not Falak Srivastava. Now, I had to find about my parents and then their address and BINGO! I would finally get chance to meet my REAL parents.

‘Mom, dad! I hope you still remember me.’, I thought and thank you lord for helping me out.

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#TBC