Five years later Freya got a call from her step-mother that her dad suffered a heart attack and admitted in the hospital. He was obviously counting his last hours on earth.

Freya hesitated initially but she couldn't deny a dying man's wish. Tony wanted to see her for the last time before he dies.

The drive to the hospital was in utter silence. Freya's fingers were trembling, her eyes were glistening as she tried to blink them continuously to control her tears from falling down.
Her face was completely red. She was constantly fidgeting with her fingers, as if it would reduce her tension.

But Justin is aquainted to every nerve and every cell in her body. He held the hand of Freya, his eyes were stationed to the road while driving but he wanted to pacify his wife. Justin very well knew the amount of consternation she was suffering. Freya wouldn't admit her love to her father but can a daughter ever stop loving her dad?

A dad is the oracle, a hero in every girl's heart. Sometimes he is the superman to drive the demons away from under her bed at the night. At times he is her friend to lend a shoulder to cry upon when she loses her grades in the school. He is her strength and the power to win anything under the sun.

Can a dad ever transform to a monster from the he-man he had been in his daughter's life?

Sometimes destiny plays a cruel game with aroha that even the loveliest feelings can transform to volcanic emotions in a human. Tony and his daughter Freya were no exception.

Freya visited Tony with her husband and both her kids Ethan and Esther. "Please excuse me for the crime I committed towards your husband princess. Though law did not punish me I couldn't escape your nonchalance. I'm very sorry." He stretched his frail hand and managed to hold hers. Freya felt his hand as cold as ice. Obviously he was a dying.

"I have a last wish before I die. Can I ask you?" He asked her in his fragile broken voice.

Freya only nodded because her voice was clogged with the ache of years. She missed him. "Call me daddy for the last time, Princess."

"Dad" Tony's eyes that were opened seeing Freya stayed the same unblinking but his hold on her fingers weakened followed by a beep on the monitor beside his bed which represented a straight line.

"Daddy" Freya sobbed with her head falling beside his resting form. "Aah" there was a weak tone almost unheard by her and then there was no moment.

It appeared like the world stopped moving around her. Everything felt stand still. Freya did not know an involuntary screech accompanied by a loud wail escaped her lips.

Old wounds never heal and bleed with the slightest pain. Some people hurt by words, some by action and some by silence. But the biggest hurt is someone ignoring us when we value them a lot.

Tony's crime towards her husband was never forgiven by Freya and probably he died with the same guilt.

This story is dedicated to all those people who suffered hardships in life due to relations.

Forgive and forget - these two things when practiced will keep us happy always.

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New story:

The Sinful Seduction

I ran and ran over the dark streets of the late night city of Delhi and hid myself in a trash barrel behind an alley. My eyes graze at the sky blue birthday gown adorning my body which is now reduced to a rag. I look at my bloodied hands rising to my eyes and break down to a yowl recalling the harrowing event which displaced my life completely.
It is my birthday today but unfortunately the most woeful day of my life. I lost both my parents just a few hours back and killed the man who murdered them. I am already a bloody murderer just at the age of thirteen. The recollection of the sinful thought bought cold shivers down my body.
A few hours later...
Two men involved in a discussion pass down the alley. I quickly pulled myself down into the bin but regretfully one of them seems to have already noticed me. "Hey Little Girl! Why are you hiding yourself here?" Gauging me his eyes roamed the sooty place with disdain. I assessed him carefully and took the knife that I hid in my back pocket and pointed towards him "just back off or I am going to kill you." I held myself up with a piercing gaze addressing him. He shook his head with smile and raised his hands indicating himself to be harmless but immediately pushed his black coat aside revealing the revolver tucked in the waist of his pants.
Oh God! I am struck I growled rather to myself.

Prologue

Chapter 1

I ran and ran over the dark streets of the late night city of Delhi and hid myself in a trash barrel behind an alley. My eyes graze at the sky blue birthday gown adorning my body which is now reduced to a rag. Recalling the harrowing events from last few hours which changed my life completely, I look at my bloodied hands rising to my eyes and break down to a yowl.

It is my birthday today but unfortunately the most woeful day of my life. I lost both my parents just a few hours back and killed the man who murdered them. I am already a bloody murderer just at the age of thirteen. The recollection of the sinful thought bought cold shivers down my body.

A few hours later...

Two men involved in a discussion pass down the alley. I quickly pulled myself down into the bin but regretfully one of them seems to have already noticed me. "Hey Little Girl! Why are you hiding yourself here?" Gauging me his eyes roamed the sooty place with disdain. I assessed him carefully. He was dressed in a black suit with well defined abs. "Are you a cop?" I held myself up in panic already regretting the choice of words I had used. He shook his head with a smile and raised his hands indicating himself to be harmless and then his interrogation begins.

"Why are you out on streets at this late hour Little girl?" He asks me with an endearment. Something triggers in my mind and I take out the knife that I hid in my back pocket pointing towards him "just back off or I am going to kill you." I raised my voice trying to sound fierce with a piercing gaze addressing him. "We are not your kidnappers." He speaks in a soft voice but acts spontaneous to push his black coat aside revealing the revolver tucked in the waist of his pants. "Calm down, I am not going to kill you but for that you are going to tell me the truth." His chocolate brown eyes were analyzing me head to toe with a shrewd leer.

The man beside him smiles at me and taps the shoulder of his friend. He takes a step forward and pulls away the knife from my hands. "These dangerous tools are not for little girls like you." He speaks to me like a parent who lectures his child and lifts me in his arms. I try to wiggle away off his arms but he seemed to have a strong hold never allowing me to slip away. I hit him on the chest with my balled fists but alas, my touch least affects him. He seems unfazed with a clear determination in his eyes and walks to his car carrying me. He carefully puts me in the passenger seat and belts me. His friend slips at the back and the car starts to move.

"I am Ajith Arihant Acharya, CEO of 'Arihant group of Industries'. He introduces himself. "And he is my friend Anand." Introducing the man seated at the back. He points to me with a command and lets out "you are going to speak up the truth once we reach the home." And then deftly manoeuvres the car into the busy dark streets of Delhi.