I reached my Dad’s big mansion. He was sitting in the hall. I knitted my brows and marched to him in fury, clutching my hands.

“Why did you call Lavanya from London.” As I roared at him, he stood up instantly.

“I just want to surprise you by making you meet your daughter,” he said like he really wanted to surprise me. My father is a wicked man, he does everything for his own hidden profit and agenda. I really don’t trust him.

“Stop interfering in my life, ...