A Vow Of Mafia Love ✔

26. Last Trump Card

This chapter is dedicated to all the rain lovers... It's a blessing, enjoy it thoroughly!

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Chapter 26

Siya's pov :

I switched on my mobile and got many messages from known as well as unknown numbers. All my social accounts were filled with notifications. And uncountable missed calls.

I logged in my twitter account and tweeted " For God's sake! This is my life and I am matured enough to deal with it. I'm not a charity case to anyone so stop all your nonsense, if not please meet me but get ready for a tight slap. "

I went in watsapp and updated my status " To all the bloody irritating idiots who pokes their nose into my life... Shut the hell up, it was I, who went through everything not you all. So go mind your own business. Keep your shitty talks and your bloody damn pity with yourself..."

I know, I'm being a little rude, there were people who really felt bad for me but a debate on my life is too much. I'm sure to file a case on that channel for making my life a public pool.

If one individual is hurt and fed up mentally, people should give them time. They should not play some kind of a pathetic negotiator game in their life and make things worse.

My dad entered our house and was literally shocked to see me sitting in front of the television watching that debate along with my mobile.

"Siya... Siya dear... Stop watching that, and why are you drenched? Did you get yourself into rain? Siya answer me? " my dad questioned me worried.

"Why are you calling me Siya? You used to call me Chittu, isn't it? " I asked him back.

"Huh.. Han.. I chittu but.. " he stammered.

"Daddy give me the lawyer's number. " I asked him.

"Siy... Chittu.... But why? " he asked panicking.

"Give me daddy! " he gave me the number.

I called the lawyer and spoke with him about filing a case against that particular channel. My dad looked distraught. I'll not tense him up anymore, my dad is the only one person I have in this world. I can't loose him. I dumped all my grief inside my heart and started pretending normal.

But my anger, fury, rage and hatred for that man is burning my heart. I know in one way or the other it's gonna reflect in my actions, but I can't help it.

"Appa, I'm hungry. Can you make my favourite chilly chutney and butter dosa? " I asked my dad subsiding my tears... Not anymore.

"Ri.. Right away chittu, yo.. You go change and come, if not you'll catch cold. " told my dad I could notice the unshed tears. He went inside the kitchen.

I went to my bathroom and cried my heart out for the last time.... Yes, no more cries, I should make that man who is responsible for all this cry... He need to cry and regret his life. I scrubbed my whole body again and again to rip his touches form my skin.... Aarrggg... I despise it.

I came out, had my dinner with my dad and went to bed after taking medicines. I took sleeping pills to sleep, I need to sleep without any disturbing thoughts and I slept peacefully.

It's around 6:00 AM in the morning, shockingly my dad was still asleep. After all I troubled him so much, my dad might haven't slept all these days well. You have to pay for all this Mr.Arjun.

I went out for a jog and took in some fresh morning air. I stopped in front of a stone bench at the park.

"Hey, it's that girl... "