Jane

The journey home is rather quiet as I am engrossed in my disturbing thoughts. Vishal keeps giving my hand soft squeezes, like he is trying to reassure me that everything will be alright.

I force a smile for him, but my heart is uneasy. He won’t understand. He’s yet to know my father and how much of a scheming devil he is. I know this call to come home has more to it than just taking over his position. And now, with Vishal next to me, I will have to act nice and pretend ...