Falak’s POV

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“My father?” I asked to confirm that I heard him right. On which he nodded his head and walked toward me, taking baby steps. I didn’t realize I was crying until his thumb wiped my tears. “My dad?” I asked again like a stupid, I hoped he wouldn’t get mad for asking the same thing again, but the smile didn’t appear on his lips.

“Aarvik Singh Rathore?” I asked again as he nodded his head and grinned. My heart was pounding loudly in my ribcage because of happiness, but my mind was in alert mode. If he was indeed my father, then he would surely answer all...