Chapter 19
Falak’s POV
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After that news, I tried to search for more news related to it to know even a slight detail about my parents, but I didn’t find any.
“Person having surname ‘singh rathore'”
“Person having surname ‘singh rathore’ in Kolkata, India.”
“Falak Singh Rathore” Etc, Etc!
But in the end, all I used to get the information related to ‘Which caste is Singh Rathore? Are Rathod and Rathore the same? Are Rajput and Rathore the same? Is Rathore a royal family?’
I threw my phone away in frustration because the rest of the results were not helping me at all. At the same time, I heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in, Maria.”
“Ma’a…I mean Falak, your lunch.”, She said and made her way toward the table to arrange all the things. “You okay?”, She asked. I looked at her in surprise; wondering did she had already guess that something was wrong with me?
Was I that obvious?
“Yeah! I’m fine.”
“Okay! If you say so! By the way, at what time will you be free? So that I can take you out for teaching you how to drive, you know?”
“How about four in the evening?”
“Great. I know a place where you learn driving.”, She said smilingly before leaving the room.
Before I could have started my lunch, there was an envelope again. A wide smile appeared on my face when I looked at that envelope, and I couldn’t hold myself from checking what was inside it.
‘I miss you
A little too muchCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
A little too often
And a little more
Every day, every hour, every minute, and every second.
-Attam’ With a smiling emoji at the end.
“I miss you too,” I spoke to myself and thought to say the same when he would be in front of me.
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After having lunch, I lay on the bed and started my search mission all over the internet. When in the end, nothing worked out, I created a Facebook ID which the name ‘Falak Singh Rathore’ and almost filled all my details over there; along with that, I created an Instagram account and posted one of my pictures on it with the hashtag Falak Singh Rathore, Falak, kidnapped, 23 years ago, singh rathore, Kolkata, and whatever that came in my mind. Later on, I thought to make a TikTok video as well by disclosing my story to everyone who knew this idea could work.
At the same time, I also knew that by doing this, I was risking disclosing my location to my kidnapper as well. I thought to talk with Ash and Attam before uploading any video over social media. And for that, I had to share my biggest secret with them, which was unknown to both of them until now.
As decided, around four in the evening, Maria drove me to a deserted place to teach me how to drive.
“Okay! The basic three things that you have to keep in mind is ABC. A for Accelerator, B for Brake, and C for Clutch.”, She guided and then pointed her finger toward my feet…well, not feet but near my feet. “That’s Accelerator; the middle one is brake and then Clutch.”, She explained again, on which I nodded my head.
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Two hours later
“You did great! Do you have a driving license?” Maria asked when we reached back the apartment.
“No.”
“Then it’s high time you should get one! I’m sure you can drive the car smoothly by the end of this week.”
“But even though I will learn how to drive, it’s not like I have a car or a two-wheeler to drive?”
“Who knows?”, She shrugged her shoulder and took a water bottle from the refrigerator. “One should always be prepared for everything.”, Saying this, she forwarded a glass of water to me while she drank the rest.
“All right then, I will apply for the driving license online.”, I agreed with her words. “And get an appointment to test drive on Monday itself.”
“I like that.”, Maria said and winked. “Anyway, what do you want to have as a snack?”, She asked.
“Leave that to me! This time I will prepare snacks for both of us.”
“Sir will not like the idea of you working in this state.”
“I’m fine.”, I assured her. “There used to be a time when I used to do each and every household chore with all my injuries all over my body.” A wave of fear passed through my body when I spoke that but then, just like Dr. White had said that I should keep speaking about my pain so that one day when I would talk about my previous life, I wouldn’t feel any pain.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
I gave her a weak smile before speaking. “So, these two cuts are nothing in front of that. I will join you here after a while.”, I added and walked toward my room on my own.
“Let me help you.”
“No. Thank you. Don’t spoil me like this.” I denied her attempt to help me politely. The cuts were still hurting, but I could handle that.
After changing my clothes, I returned back to the kitchen. Maria was already there for me, and by that time, she had also changed her clothes.
“I can help you with the things which you will need.”, She announced before I would have asked her to sit calmly on the couch.
“Okay!” I nodded because I felt that I might need her help because I was quite unaware of this new place. “Now let me check the fridge to see what we have.”, Saying I walked toward the fridge.
“So what have you decided?”, She asked when I finally checked all the things.
“Beer Battered Fish And Chips,” I responded. “I hope Albert, you and your sir are not allergic to the seafood.”
“Gladly we’re not.”, She chirped.
The moment these three words left her mouth. I grabbed the things from the fridge to prepare the snacks. I started preparing the batter.
“Wow! You cook like a professional.”, Maria said, to which I laughed and used both of my hands simultaneously to do work. Maria watched me hungrily through all the process.
“I’m going to text Albert to come as soon as possible.”, She said and pulled her mobile to call him.
“Hey, honey!”
“Oh, you’re busy.”
“I just called you to ask you to come to Ma’am apartment as soon as possible because Ma’am is cooking mouth-watering snacks.”
“Oh my my! It seems like he’s angry. Call me if you stay alive. Bye. Love you”
Though I could only hear Maria’s side, I could guess what she meant by ‘he’s angry.’
‘Please, Lord gives him the strength to control his anger.’, I prayed in my mind.
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His POV
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I dialed the office number of my Assitant, but he didn’t receive the call. I stood up on my feet to check where the hell he was!
Didn’t I just mention before to come up with the financial statement for the past three months?
I fumed in anger when I found him talking to someone on his phone.
And the only person who had wrapped him around her fingers because of which he sometimes acts like a lovesick puppy. I opened the door to scold him; that’s when I heard him speaking.
“Really? Ma’am, is cooking snacks for us?”, He asked happily.
“ALBERT LEE HARRIS,” I called his full name to make him realize that how pissed I was at this moment.
“I think I’m dead.”, He muttered and looked at me like a scared kitten, and quickly disconnected the phone.
“WHAT THE HELL TO DO THINK YOU WERE DOING DURING OFFICE HOUR?” I roared.
“Thinking to eat snacks cooked by Ma’am.”, He responded and shut his eyes in regret realizing what he just had said. “I mean to say that…”
“Save it. I think I need to hire a new personal assistant for me because all you can think of is FOOD.” I glared at him.
“Please don’t that, Sir. I promise I will not repeat my mistake.”
“Take out my car! We’re leaving for Falak’s apartment.”
“Why, sir?”
“Because my assistant is interested in thinking to eating snacks cooked by my girl rather than working in the office. So, before decomposing his dead body, I’m going to fulfill his last wish.”
“Sir…”
“Leave.”, I ordered, and Albert left from there reluctantly. I didn’t express it in front of him, but more than him, I was interested in reaching Falak’s place and eating the snacks she was making. This was going to be the first time when I would eat something cooked by her.
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“What is she cooking?” I asked after settling in the car.
“Beer Battered Fish And Chips,” Albert responded.
“Okay! From now onwards, you and Maria are allergic to seafood.”, I declared, planning to eat all the snacks on my own.
“What? When did that….”
“I’M SAYING THAT NOW YOU BOTH ARE ALLERGIC TO SEAFOOD.”, I said, stressing each and every word on which he quickly nodded his head.
“Yes! Yes Sir! We have both been allergic to seafood since our birth. How can we forget that? We are so silly.”, He mumbled, more like talking with himself. “Sir, and what about fulfilling my last wish?”, He asked innocently.
“I’m saving your life by not allowing you to eat seafood. In that way, you’re not dying today. That’s why I have postponed your last wish to some other day.”
“You’re so great, sir. Thank you for saving my life.”
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#TBC