Her Mysterious Lover

Falak’s POV

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All the evil thoughts or the negative images that he had made in my eyes by saying those words washed off when he fed me with his own hand.

I started crying all of a sudden!

“Falak, what the hell? Why are you crying?”, He panicked and cupped my face in worry.

But I just couldn’t stop.

“Please tell me, Seno! Did you cut your inner cheeks with teeth or your tongue with the teeth? Open your mouth.”, He said, thinking about all the possibilities of because of which I could be crying.

But none of them was the reason behind my tears. It was all coming to me because no one…. I repeat, no one had ever fed me with his or her hand to me until this age. Generally, all kids experience this moment for the first time at their home with their parents, especially mom, but I was never that lucky.

Now the table had just 180 degrees round, and I was experiencing a thing that I had never felt before.

“You’re scaring me now.”

“I’m.. I’m all right. I’m sorry, Attam. I just got a bit…overwhelmed for a second.” I wiped my tears, and while doing so, my hand brushed with his.

“You’re telling me the truth, right?”, He asked to confirm whether I was telling him the truth or not.

I nodded my head before speaking, “No one has ever fed me with his hand before.”, I confessed.

“His hand? You want other men to feed you?”, His grip around my face tightened, making me realize that he was mad. But his grip was not tight enough to hurt me in any way.

What?

I didn’t see that coming.

I didn’t mean other men to feed me when I had mentioned that no one had ever fed me with his hand before.

“Don’t you dare to think like that, Falak.”, he hissed, making me confirm two things about him. First that he knew how to control his anger near me, and second that he was possessive of me!

For the first time in my time, someone was possessive of me! A smile broke on my lips when I realized that.

“There’s nothing so funny.”

“I know.”, I said in a low tone and then placed both my hand on his and slowly removed it from my cheek to hold them into my hand. “Don’t be jealous, Attam.” I paused before continuing. “When I had mentioned before that ‘no one had ever fed me with his hand before,’ all I meant to say was that in all my life, no one treated me like this. There’s nothing that is hidden from you; you know that, right?”

“Hmm. Did I overact?”, He asked, on which I shook my head.

“No. In fact, I like it.”, I said truthfully. “By the way, I had to share with you something very important. Something that I had never shared with anyone.”, I said in a serious tone.

“Okay! I’m listening.”, Saying this, I think he gave all his attention to me.

Taking a deep breath, I started speaking, “You remember how my parents used to treat me years back?” I asked, on which he softly squeezed my hand, making me feel that he did remember that. “They were actually my kidnappers, not my parents.”

“What? How did you know that? And who told you that?”

“I’m coming to that point.”, I responded. “The night when I was rescued from that hell. I came to know about this truth from my mom’s brother. Please note that lady was not or say never my mother.”, I added. “He told me that I was kidnapped by my dad or, say, my kidnapper just after my birth.”

“So, do you know who is your parents or anything about your real parents?”

“Not yet. But I know the only person who can give answers to all my answers. Mykidnapper, Miraan Srivastava aka Adhiraj Srivastava. All these years, I knew this but never gathered the courage to go back to him and get my answers from him. But today, I decided to find my real identity, to find my real parents, and with that hope, I searched about the list of kids kidnapped in the year 1999. And see, with the god’s grace, I finally found my name in the list.”

“Are you sure that those details are correct? I mean, there are so many things over the interest which are nothing but rumors. I don’t want to discourage you, but…you know what I am trying to say, right?”

“Yes! I understand your concern. But there cannot be so many similarities. The details which are mentioned over the interest are similar to mine. The girl who was kidnapped that day and I share the same birth date, along with the first name. The name of the kidnapper is Adhiraj Srivastav. Both are still missing, and there’s no record of them till now.”, I explained. “Why don’t you check that on your own?” I suggested and left his hand so that he could verify all the things which I had found out.

I didn’t know how come my parents couldn’t catch my kidnapper. It might be because he would have acted smart at that time, but even the smartest people in the world ended up doing stupid things because of being overconfident. And my kidnapper did the same. Neither did he change my date of birth nor change my first name.

“If whatever you are saying is true and is as per the record mentioned over the Wikipedia, then…then your real name is..

“I know. I know. It’s Falak Singh Rathore.” I cut him off in between and completed the sentence which he was going to speak. “I might sound like a mean girl, but I need your help again.”

“I know, Senorita! I know what do you want now? And I promise to ask someone to find out about your parents in India, and at the same time, I will drag that kidnapper out of his hidden spot to know the truth from him. But…”

“But what?”

“Will you leave me and this country after finding your parents?”, He asked in a low tone and grabbed my hand again, with a fear that I might leave now.

“In life, we choose some relationships and some relationships God chooses for us.”, I replied. “And you are one who is chosen by God.”

“I don’t believe in all this,” He restored.

“But I do. If God wants someone in your life, then he will find a way to cross your paths. You won’t have to make it happen yourself.”

“If you trust him so much, and I trust your belief in him.”, He said. “Now, let me hire a private investigator in India to find out more about your family.”

“And what about my kidnapper?”

“If he’s still in this country, then he is going to regret each and every moment of his life for making you suffer.”, He said with determination in his tone.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

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#TBC