DARIUS’S POV
When I was 15 I was formally introduced to all the important people father was acquaintanced with.
Trying my best to be perfect. I put in all my effort.
People admired how I was doing so good for my age. I used to copy how father did his work.
His style, his accent, his way of dealing. I was adopting it all till people actually started believing I was his son.
I loved to see how proud he was of me.
But more than that I was afraid that I might not do so well and he might let me go.
And it might end up being my fault that we might end up on the streets again.
I was ever so afraid I pushed myself to the limit, not only to make him proud but I wanted to pay back Emilia for the sacrifices she did for me.
I wanted to be a man worthy of her love.
I wanted to take her part
