Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

I stood frozen at my place, absolutely dumbstruck!

Randhir... Randhir Manthena! Your fucking father!

Randhir... Randhir Manthena! Your fucking father!

Randhir... Randhir Manthena! Your fucking father!

Those words kept replaying themselves in my mind like a damaged tape-recorder, repeating itself over and over again. Father had disconnected the call by then, leaving me in a state of utter disorder.

My lips were quivering while I was desperately trying to back those big, fat tears from trailing down my eyes. I had looked for the 'Manthena Group of Industries' before when I had in the very first time, eavesdropped on father. I had searched on each and every search engine. At that time, I had come to know that for a decade or so, Randhir Manthena had been the CEO of the corporation. But then abruptly, he gave up the position. Since then, his whereabouts were unknown. Some of the tabloids said that he had surrendered himself from the business world and was staying in some distant land while other paparazzi said he had been ailing since a long time due to some lung disease and hence was counting his last days in some oldage home.

time, I had felt a dire need of searching for him, meeting him once, ask about his health, confront him for not asking about me all these years, not trying to meet me for even once, keeping me away from parental love, security. But most necessarily I had wanted to give him a tight hug. I had felt ecstatic for have gotten someone whom I could call as my own but this recent

a family, atleast a father....

me all these years.... Damn

was it all for a happy,

possibly because he had some very profitable business to extract through me.

and so, he didn't want you around him except for once when he could fulfill his purpose from

Chimed my subconscious mind.

I felt empty all over. It felt horrible to even think that I had noone to call as my own family. My head began to pound because of uneasiness and terror... terror of being left alone, with noone else to help me out of this mess. I tightly shut my eyes, and as a cue, tears trickled down my cheeks, probably messing the eye makeup but who the hell cared? I was still going to be sacrificed either

a sudden, something flashed in my mind, in front of my closed

hide-and-seek behind the mahogany trees, splashing the pond water on him. Him, that small boy with the most beautiful, innocent set of deep brown eyes one would have ever laid eyes upon! He began running behind me for trying to get hold of me but I stealthily hid behind one of the huge banyan trees near the temple. Suddenly,