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Chapter-1

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The concept, plot, story, characters and everything in this novel are only fiction and emerged only out of the imagination of this author. If anything in this novel even a small part of it resembles, similar or identical to any living or dead or to any literature, anywhere in the world even remotely it is only coincidental and this author has no knowledge whatsoever of it and cannot take any responsibility for the same.

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I am feeling dizzy and I don't even want to open my eyes even it is eight in the morning. I used to wake up by six itself in the morning, complete my daily routine and put myself into my office work until six months or so back. This change took in place only after my dad's death. My life was completely different until that moment. In fact a part of me died after the death of my dad. I just cannot say how much I loved my dad. It is beyond words! Beyond expression! My dad also loved me that much. Even more than I loved and am still loving my dad. I really doubt whether any other dad can love his daughter as much as my dad did. Is there any surprise in it at all as I am the only child to my dad and I have lost my mother when I was just six months old?

My life may not be difficult this much if I am just rich and enjoying my life in the way I want. But the problem is, at this twenty six years of young age itself, I am the owner of Penkins Conglomerate under which there are six very profitable and successful companies which total turnover per year is nearly thirty six thousand crores and total profit per year is three thousand crores! My dad, Thomas Penkins, started business when he was twenty five years or so old along with his brother, Micheal Penkins, and he made it a super success and earned crores of rupees before he reached thirty. By the time he reached his thirty fifth year the companies he was running became six and the profits becoming accumulated tremendously. My dad himself intimidated considering the development he had got in the several business he started by the time he reached forty. Sometimes he faced setbacks but very easily he overcame them. By the time he reached his fifty five he became the most powerful and richest person in the world making the turnover of all his companies thirty six thousand crores per year and profits there from more than three thousand crores per year. The most worrying thing here for me is he made me the whole and sole heiress of whole of his properties!

The major setback to my dad which he faced very soon after he started the business was the death of his brother. Micheal Penkins, who completely financed my dad to start his business but the whole brain behind the businesses was my dad's. My aunt, Catherine, the wife of Micheal Penkins, who virtually became my mother after the death of my mom is still living with me along with her son Williams Penkins who is at present thirty years aged. After my dad the person I do love a lot is my aunt. I was in her hands when I got knowledge of myself. Until I have been told about my deceased mother, I thought my aunt was my mother. I must say I never have felt as a motherless child. I was and I am that much well looked after by my aunt.

Williams has been given second preference by my aunt. For everything my aunt gave first preference to me and looked after my necessities first.

"Dazzle is a small girl. You are a big boy. Dazzle needs more attention than you and you must understand this." whenever Williams got angry because of my aunt's giving more and more preference to me, Catherine used to say.

Oh, Williams! I must say about Williams here. Even I have an own brother I would not have felt that much good with him. Even Williams have his own sister he would not have treated her as much good as he is treating me and treated me till now. I am really very lucky that I got people like this in my life. God sure would have felt guilty after taking my mom like that at my very childhood itself and blessed me with good people like these.

I am still on the bed and still feeling dizzy. I just don't want to get up and do anything. If I get up finished the routine thereafter I have to put myself in so many other dreary tasks also. One thing I don't like in my life at all is becoming responsible for a conglomerate which consists six companies the total turnover of which is around thirty six thousand crores and the total profit per year is three thousand crores! It is not so I don't like being rich. It is not so that I want to live a poor life. But this much of wealth is not necessary at all. Moreover I don't like having this much big responsibilities. I feel shudder whenever I think more than one lakh people lives directly depended on me and I cannot say how many more indirectly. I like responsibilities but not in this massive way!

For one thing I always feel angry on Williams. Many a time I requested him to share the responsibilities with me. As it was his dad who helped my dad financially to start businesses, dad and I always felt Williams deserves a substantial portion in our wealth and assets. But he never has shown any interest. From the very beginning Williams is a very different guy. He did not concentrate much on education. We became aghast when we found that he was interested in shadow world. We tried a lot to change his mood to put him into normal life. But he did not.

"You are going to be the only person who has to look after all our businesses dear." Dad often said this to me. "I know this shall be hard on you. But don't forget the number of people depended on us directly and indirectly for their livelihood". I simply nodded my head and remained silent then. I never have thought that dad would leave me like that. Dad also never would have thought that he had to leave me like that. Thoughts about dad are making me once again sad.

Reluctantly I got off from the bed and stretched myself to the full height. I am now looking myself in the full length mirror just opposite to me. I am considering my figure. In these six months itself there is drastic change in me. I became lean (and lose some weight also) but my face is shiny. If I take other people opinion also into consideration I am stunningly beautiful. I am slowly walking into the attached bathroom.

I started taking off one after one all the clothes from my body. I don't know why but there is a sort of joy to me in becoming completely naked. My big breasts which are enormous in size jumped up as soon as they became freed. I still can remember the plate like chest of mine and my nipples were just like two grains on either side of it then. I really used to feel fear to see the big breasts on the chests of the women. I still can remember that on one day I pointed out my aunt's big breasts to her and asked "Are not you ever feeling heavy to carry them like that on your chest?"

"Why heavy? They are part of my body." She pinched my cheek with her fingers and said.

"But that much big? Sure it is burdensome to have them like that."

"You too do have them just like this or may be even more in size. Just wait and see." My aunt laughed loud and said.

The very idea of it frightened me then. I just could not imagine myself with that much big ball like things on my chest. But now see. Of course, my breasts are not out of proportion in size and they are just matching my height and width but big and demanding notice. Contrary to my childhood fear, I am feeling no inconvenience or burdensome with them.

My under-parts are revealing out one after one as I am taking off my jeans pant also along with the undergarments from my body. Now I am completely naked and there is not even a shred of clothing on my body. There is a life-size mirror in my bathroom also and I started observing my nude body in that. It is gold in color and the places where my body always covered with clothes are indeed glistening. My round face, round nostrils, small but active eyes ....I remembered my mother's photo in the album.

"Your mother joined as an employee at your father. Your father loved her and later married her. Your mother was stunningly beautiful and glamorous. Might be that was the reason your father had fallen in love with her."

My aunt said to me on one day in the past. It really surprised me a lot. My dad never appeared to me as someone to fall for beauty. My dad always appeared shrewd, calculated and matured. But considering my mom, I am thinking that there is no surprise at all that my dad loved my mom. Anyone does easily fall prey to the beauty of my mom. However much my dad may be calculating, reserved, intelligent and shrewd, it is difficult to resist the pulling force of my mom's luring beauty.

What is even more surprising to me is, not just considering about a second marriage, there is not even a feminine relationship in my dad's life after my mom's death. He remained single till his death six months back making only me and his business as whole of his life. He might have enjoyed bearing all this burden all these days but I cannot feel like that at all. I want to be free and I want to enjoy my life as a twenty six years old girl want to enjoy. Sometimes I feel envy considering all those girls who are younger or older to me enjoying their lives in the way I want. It would be good to me even atleast some of my responsibilities are shared by someone else.

"Why don't you come and look after the affairs in the office? You know you are also having rights equally to me in all these." I often say this to my brother Williams and he often irritates me with the same answer. "You know my education is not much. I cannot understand any of those business things. Moreover I am not interested in any of these. I am enjoying my life and please don't pull me into these."

"If he is just not interested in these business matters there is no problem. But what he is really interested in.... making me feel scary...." On one day after listening to our conversation my aunt said.

That very thought made me also uneasy. Why and how he had got interest in those black magic, voodoo etc. I too cannot understand. But I feel a sort of uneasiness and uncomfortability even in thinking about them.

(..........to be continued)

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