I was Papa's princess

Part 2

I was checking some emails, on my tab sitting inside my car. I was going to attend some fashion show.

Well, I don't know, why I'm going there when these things are not for me. I don't understand anything apart machines and engines.

But I was forced.

I was forced by my lovely wife who sometimes became Hitler. That what today happened to me.

Parth our friend was an investor of that show, so he invited us. But Anaika couldn't make it, because something has come suddenly.

So she sends me there, saying Parth will feel bad if we don't go there.

My chain of thoughts broke my the voice of my driver, that we have reached.

I came out and directly went inside throw VIP entry, as I have an entry pass given by parth.

I looked around, the venue was full of peoples. Many unknown faces were there because they all were from the fashion industry, so this night going to be a full headache.

I was standing there when someone patted from behind. I turned and found my today's devil.

"Parth" he hugged me.

"What are you doing here??"

"Let's go, the show is going to start," he said and I nodded and we got settled on our seat.

Our seats were on the first row, near Parth his assistance was sitting for making notes, immediately.

Parth was discussing something with his assistance when my sight noticed something.

A girl of around 20 years, was struggling to carry a heavy spotlight, that must be of 20-30 kg spotlight.

She trembled a little, and I couldn't stop myself. A picked up that spotlight, which was going to broke her leg anytime.

"Thank you, sir," she said seeing me helping her.

She is too young and weak to handle this heavy thing.

"Where to??" I asked him, where to keep that spotlight.

"In this room," she pointed towards the room.

I nodded.

I helped her and walking out of the room and she stopped me.

"Thank you," she said playing with the hem of her shirt.

I turned back and smiled.

"What's your age??" I asked, making her confused.

"20 years" she replied.

"She would have also been like her."

I patted her head and walked out of the room.

"It's ok" and came back to my seat, where Parth was wondering about my sudden disappearance.

He asked and I said nothing.

He shrugged and got busy again.

Some were busy in photography, some on stage arrangements, and some for the lighting etc.

After some time, the show has been going well. Everyone was looking so excited and engrossed in the show. Parth was very busy.

Don't know why he called me.

The stage was full of models, doing ramp walk. The environment was filled with claps, background music.

I mentally appreciate their hard work.

"So now we are having our youngest model, who is participating in this fashion week for the first time."

"She is the very talented and beautiful face of New York fashion magazine." This announcement caught of attention.

Parth sat straight, with his full attention. That means this model is important.

I decide to see her too.

There she came, and I don't know why I felt something. Something connecting to her.

She was looking gorgeous in her round back sheer blue lace gown, her face was glowing with nude make-up, eyeliner, dark kajal, light blue eyes shadow gave her eyes smoky look, tangerine red colour lipstick that added her grace and her brown wavy hairs.

I eyes got stuck to her. Same eyes, same smile, same innocent face like my...my daughter.

I was looking at her, she was rolling her eyes to everyone maybe she was searching someone, her eyes shine and she smiled broadly.

And next moment I found her smile vanished,

But why??

Then I realized, her gaze was on me.

Her eyes widened, her facial expressions changed for some time but she covered up the next moment.

And went back after her posing to the camera.

I stood immediately between the show, took some fast steps but someone stopped me.

I turned and found Parth was looking me confusingly.

"Parth, she...she is....she is my princess," he said fumbling. My eyes become wet, her recent image was coming to eyes again and again.

"What are you saying Ranveer??" Party shook me.

"She is my daughter Parth," I said making him quite.

"O My God, she has grown up, ...she became model. Of course, she was always in dresses and makeup" I smiled in my tears.

"I..have to go" I left to meet my princess.

I was running throw the corridor, looking here and there.

My heart was beating fast. I saw my daughter after 15 years.

"I knew it, I'll recognise her whenever I met her."

"But where is she now" I run my fingers throw my perfect gelled hair, messing them.

My cell buzzed with Anaika's number. I smiled and took her call.

"Ranveer have you reached there??" She asked me.

"Anaika I saw her...I saw our princess, she is there in this fashion show. Anaika i saw our daughter. Can you believe it" I said?

There was completely silent for some time, then I heard a sob from her side.

My tears too fall out, I Sat on a nearby chair.

We cried together for some time.

"Ranveer...how's She??" She asked after some time.

"Beautiful," I said with a smile on my lips. My daughter is the most beautiful girl in this world like she always wanted to be.

"She is doing modelling," she asked me and I nodded.

"Ranveer, did you meet her," she asked me.

And I realized what happened in past. 

How can I meet her???

She will hate me.

No, I can't go in front of her.

"She will hate me Anaika," I said, my voice was choking in my throat.

"Ranveer just once, meet her. Maybe we have a chance" she said on the other side.

I shook my head in no.

"Ranveer please, just once for me. Please" she said. I can feel her pain in her voice.

Her craving to meet her daughter.

"Ok. I'm going" I said and hung up.

I whipped my tears and looked around to found her.

"I have to face this situation," I said to myself and left to search.

......

Meher's pov

I was searching for my dad, standing in front of the media and thousands of people in front of me.

I smiled when I found him doing clapping like he always did on school functions.

Awwww he is so sweet.

She was moving my eyes throw out the whole crowd, but a pair of eyes caught my attention.

A pair of tearful eyes were watching me. Her eyes were widened on me, and mine too.

My smile faded when I saw that person.

"Papa" just these words escaped from my mouth.

.....

To be continued. .....

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