If you are interested to read more about Lavanya and how she finds her Prince Charming . You can find it out in this books sequel titled Her Unloved Prince.
Below is the sneak peak of the new book .
No one found shelter in the abandoned hut when the rain started its heavy downpour with its half-collapsed roof as any adult would realize the risk it possessed during a storm. But the 8-year-old decided to find refuge in the hut, than the confines of his home.
As he huddled up and sat in the small corner where the roof was still attached, he hoped that it would keep them warm, but the sound of thunder brought the little bundle in his arms to cry and wail.
He knew the baby was cold, but he also realized her cries will bring the attention he didn't need, as he soothed the baby he kept hoping her cries will stop soon.
When the rain stopped and the bundle in his arms slept. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping his drunken father would have slept as well.
As the first rays of sun peeped in from the sky, the baby cradled in his arms woke him up with an ear-splitting cry. She must be hungry, he decided and wished he could soothe her hunger with his candy, but his mother had told him the baby was too young to be fed like him.
He was thankful his mother loved his sister even if she despised him. Eight-year-old Vihaan couldn't understand his mother's actions, but he knew his sister would be regularly fed unlike him who had often missed regular meals.
As he stepped outside the hut and walked towards his house. He was greeted with silence and has his feet cautiously made their way inside the house trying desperately to keep his sister's cries from waking their father, he stumbled upon a piece of furniture and would have almost fallen if it isn't for his quick reflexes.
He learned how to dodge and duck from his father's drunken blows at an early age and he looked up to the object that caused him to stumble only to freeze when he spotted his mother lying on the floor.
He was accustomed to the blood, but the stillness in her face pricked his mind and he saw the moment his father stumbled out from his parent's room.
" Throw the basta*d away, " he lashed at him when he saw the child in his arms and Vihaan tucked the child a little closer to his chest and all the while wondering what the word basta*d meant and why he kept calling his sister like that.
" Mom is still not waking up though I tried calling her. Should I call the doctor? I can lie and say she fell from the stairs, " he spoke up which brought his father's attention to his wife and Vihaan saw he stood frozen for a long moment before turning towards him.
" No, leave her be. She must be tired and will wake up soon " his father spoke up and Vihaan wondered why his father was looking scared, he had never been scared before only angry.
Vihaan knew until his mother wakes up. His sister can't be fed. So he placed her in the crib and took a pillow and bedsheets to cover his mother as she was still on the floor.
When his sister continued crying, he resorted to asking his father for help, who was busy packing up his bags in a hurry and he saw him taking his mother's jewelry as well.
" Dad, Mom said Anjali can't be fed like me. She is hungry, can you buy her some food " Vihaan asked his father who looked up at him in anger.
" Let her starve who cares, Now come here and answer who came to our house when I was away? " His father's voice lashed at him and he shivered away in fear.
" No one " Vihaan answered back truthfully except the doctor who came to treat her mother no one ever visited them.
" You are lying just like her, how long has it been since that was born, " his father asked as his gaze turned towards his crying sister and Vihaan moved a little to block his father if needed.
" 2 months " Vihaan answered back, which made his father angrier.
Vihaan knew his father was away when his sister was born, so he understood why he didn't know how long it has been since Anjali was born. It has been over a year since he saw his father until last night when he stumbled home drunk, which ensured a fight the moment he spotted his sister.
" Now answer me who came to our house when I was away," his father asked again as his hands held him in a painful grip.
" No one, " Vihaan answered which gained him a slap that knocked him down. It surprised Vihaan because his father never hit when he was sober, the beating usually happened when he was drunk which was most of the time
" Liar just like the Who** of your mother, fine, listen to me, I will be going away for a while and here you go, have this cash and buy something to eat for yourself " his father spoke up as he gave Vihaan a bunch of 500 Rupees notes, and with that, his father left carrying his bag and all his mother's jewelry.
Vihaan waited for over an hour and when all attempts of waking his mother failed, he carried his sister and went to the nearby show with the cash tucked inside his pockets.
"Can you feed her?" Vihaan asked as he handed one of the 500 Rs notes to the elderly woman who runs the shop.
" How did you get this much money ?" the shop owner asked and he knew she thought he stole the money just like every one of his classmates whenever something goes missing in his class.
" I didn't steal it, my dad gave it to me and mom isn't waking up to feed Anjali and she is hungry " the words tumbled out of his mouth in a desperate attempt to get help.
" Your dad came back, oh dear now I understand. Do you mind if I check on your mother? " the elderly woman asked and Vihaan took her home.
Vihaan stood numb as countless people visited his house after the elderly woman saw his mother, he saw people speaking in whispers, he saw a few people looking at him with sadness, but he didn't understand what was wrong until a policeman came and dismissed everyone in the house.
He was the first person who talked to him in the past hour, and Vihaan hoped he will have his answers soon.
" Son. Can you tell me what happened last night ?" The policeman asked and Vihaan told him everything
" Your mom is not sleeping, son. She went to heaven" the words were uttered by the policeman with kindness and yet he didn't understand what it meant.
"But who will feed Anjali? " He asked as he wondered how will he be able to protect his sister. And the assurance of the policeman that he will get her fed assured him a little.
After getting Anjali fed, the policeman took him to the hotel where he brought Vihaan breakfast. It has been ages since he was able to eat something that looked this good for breakfast so he gobbled it up in a hurry and had to be asked by the policeman to slow down.
Vihaan liked the school because of his music teacher upon learning that he never had a lunch box with him. Had made it a habit to bring one for him. Sometimes it was the only meal he had in a day. And he always liked her the most till Anjali was born and now maybe he liked the policeman as well
When they returned home. The policeman asked him to pack everything that belongs to him and his sister and when he finished packing up his old clothes and his sister's new dresses. The policeman asked him to get into his jeep.
He drove them in his jeep to a Children's home, he told them the place will be his new home from now onwards. The policeman promised they will feed him and his sister regularly. And he was content with that knowledge.
But he didn't know back then he was just trading one hell for another and he didn't know he would lose the one person who could have loved him.
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