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Untitled Series - XXIII

Part Twenty Three (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty One and Part Twenty Two)











They walked silently towards the cab; Mansi was purposely avoiding the gazes of the people sitting on the nearby benches. Rohan on the other hand looked at a few of them and waved while he ignored a few others. Mansi knew people were going to make a big deal of the whole thing, given the reputation Rohan already had. She did not understand what made her do what she had just done. Going into his arms, what was she thinking? Well! She was not thinking; that was the problem and to add to that she surprised herself by following him to the cab.

True, he had been nothing but a gentleman when he was with her. Perhaps that was his MO? It was too late to refuse going out with him but she made up her mind, she was definitely not going to talk about her life to this man.

They got into the cab, Mansi riding shotgun and Rohan started the ignition. On their way out Mansi thought she saw a familiar face walking on the street. Was it Manish? She wondered. If it was him, it did mean that he stayed close-by.


Untitled Series - XXII

Part Twenty Two (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty and Part Twenty One)

Refusing her father’s offer to drop her at home; Mansi stepped out of the house and continued walking without turning back to look at the man who had just confirmed her suspicion that he was her father. She was tempted to turn around, say good-bye because that man had been nothing but too nice to her since the day she had stepped into his life.

Well! It was mainly because her mother had sent her with a note. She had wanted Mansi to meet her father. It would have been easier had she told Mansi the truth before sending her blind-folded to him.
Mansi wondered whether she would have approached him had she known that he was not a stranger, not ‘Uncle’ but her father.

Mansi had always been scared of taking decisions; let alone take a quick decision and that too of something of this magnitude. She convinced herself that sometimes it was necessary to take a quick decision, it could either go wrong or it might just happen to be the right decision – a life changing decision. She knew there was nothing to worry about taking a quick decision regarding accepting her father into her life; then why did she make up her mind to walk out of the house without giving in to her heart’s desire and forgiving the man for abandoning her mother and her when they needed him in their lives?


Untitled Series - XXI

Part Twenty One (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen and Part Twenty)



It was difficult; not knowing what Mansi was thinking. Even though it disturbed him, he did not let that thought sink deeper into his mind. He knew he had to do the right thing. They drove back to his house in silence. Mansi stared outside the window, not exactly seeing anything; her mind, perhaps, full of thoughts – a chaos enough to give a headache.

He admired her mental strength and he was sure; her mental strength would be what would make her forgive him for not being there for her mother and her when they needed him.

When they reached his house he made sure Mansi was at ease. After Mansi had settled down he walked to the guest room to talk to her. Mansi’s reaction on seeing him proved that she had been waiting for him. She did not ask him in words but her eyes demanded explanation. He knew it was time.