I was Papa's princess

New York fashion weak A girl was sitting in front of the dresser, getting ready for the most important event of her life. She is Meher Shekhawat, a beautiful, confident, youngest model of new York fashion magazine. Her innocent eyes are the most attractive thing about her. That sweet and cute meher is now a grown-up beautiful girl of 20 years. She has self- confidence and attitude like her father, Ranveer and a soft heart like her mother Anaika. She is a combined package of Ranaika.  Sitting through early morning hours of hair, make-up and staging may be the toughest job but meher lives it. It was her dream to reach this platform. And today, she is there. She got this golden opportunity to be a part of New York Fashion week, that in the age of 20. Following more than an hour of a hairstylist working on my hair, it looked, well, less than perfect … or maybe too perfect I looked my reflection in the mirror, a full satisfied smile came to my lips. "Perfect," I said looking myself. Many people call it's my attitude, but for me, it's self-confidence. If it's attitude then yes because I'm capable to have some attitude after I'm meher Singh Shekhawat. She smiled proudly in herself. "Hey darling" a voice came while latching the door behind. I don't have to turn around because I know who's it?? "What's the progress Ray??" I asked doing some last minutes touch up. Ray as in Riyansh my buddy, and my designer too. I have so many friends, our group went to achieve their dreams in a different field. And me and Ray, come to this one. I, a born admirer of modelling and glamour world turned up in the youngest model of  Modelling and Acting college of New York. This my first international project, and biggest till now. Me and Ray, both are kind of little nervous today. "Everything is fine, the show is going to start anytime." He said. His face was showing his excitement. "Ray,  how's I'm looking. This hairstyle and my eye shadow...is it looking too much smoky" I asked him. He chuckled and grabbed her shoulders. I looked him blinking my eyes, that eyes still hold that innocence. "Miss meher Shekhawat, the most beautiful and confident girl of our college is nervous. Seriously" he narrowed his brows. I rolled my eyes and picked my cell. "Meher Shekhawat is the other name of beauty, so please cut the crap," I said trying to avoid his gaze. "Yeah..yeah." he cupped his hands in surrender. "Acha, I'm going to meet kriya. Catch you later" he said and left. Kriya, our friend and his girlfriend. They are sweethearts. Perfect for each other. I pressed the call button and hold the cell near my ear. I was pacing right to left. I was perspiring so much prior to my debut that my shoes kept slipping off … literally. During the final practice walk right before the show, my shoes actually slipped off my feet mid-stride. Not wanting to become “fashion roadkill” on YouTube, I ripped up toilet paper and some spare make-up powder and shoved it in my shoes. A girl’s gotta do what a girls gotta do. I patted my head on my intelligence. "Hello, my beautiful doll," he called in his as usual jolly voice. I forgot I was on call. "Dadu.," I said and my lips curved into a smile. My dad,  harshbardhan Shekhawat is my everything. He is my dad, my parents, my friend everything. Dadu gave me everything when He left me. I squeezed my eyes to avoid his thought. "Dadu, have you reached??" I asked him my first question. As don't want him to miss my show. "Yes, I'm sitting there from the past 30 minutes. I can't take any chance to miss my doll's biggest opportunity." He said. "Dadu,  you know na I love you the most," I said. My eyes brimmed with tears. " love you to beta," he said. "Ok, dadu...it's time...bye" I hurriedly hung up because I don't want him to know that I'm going to cry. This always happens to me. Whenever I'm going to do something important in my life, I miss them. I miss them, who left me. I miss him, who called me inauspicious. I hate him too, but I don't know why I missed him too. I opened my bag and took out a photo which I always carry with me. Mumma, papa. A tear escaped from my eyes, seeing mumma's picture and her smiling face. "I wish you would have been here with me, Mumma." My lips parted escaping a silent son. My eyes turned red when my eyes fall to the person standing near him. Mr Ranveer Singh Shekhawat. My hold on the frame tightens, hurting me. I slammed the picture into the bag, as don't want to think about him. He is no one to me. Once i could have died, to get his attention, but now I don't want him in my memories even. He left me. He left me because he thought I'm inauspicious for his wife. He left India forever 15 years back. That day, something dead inside me. The girl who always wanted to be papa's princess dead inside me. Now, I'm meher Shekhawat. "I'm no one's princess. Anymore" I whipped my tears from the back of my hand. I'm my dad's doll. "I'll never forgive you for leaving me behind, for making me crave for parent's love" I screamed in pain and hurt. This pain is hurting me from the past 15 years. "Today, I'm going to show you Mr Ranveer Singh Shekhawat what this piece of s**t can do." I stood up and smirked devilishly. ............ To be continued... Please shower with your views because I'm nervous about this. Vote Comments Share Bye