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Love,Relationships,scribblings,Short story,Short story series,

Part Twenty Two (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part 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

Love,Relationships,scribblings,Short story,Short story series,

Part Twenty One (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part 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.

Untitled Series - XX

Love,Relationships,scribblings,Short story,Short story series,

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

He drove Mansi to the clinic near his house. On his way out he did the right thing calling out to one of the ladies who were in the cabin when Mansi felt sick.

“Sampada, would you please accompany us to the doctor’s clinic? Mansi might need your assistance.” The woman agreed immediately; greedy for information – he knew it.

On his way to the clinic he thought about the way the ladies had looked at Mansi and then at him, it made him sick. After all that he had done for them, being there for them when they needed someone to guide them in life; being the one to fulfil their financial needs by employing them in the office, the office which need not be there in first place; what he got in return of all the favours was disappointing to know. He had never expected anything from them in return for what he had done. Yes, it was true that he had set up the office for Mansi and then employed others, not really considering whether he really needed their services or not. He had given them a place in the office, a place in his life; he had considered them as a family.