Shreya's POV:

"May I know the beauties name?" The guard asked us.

"Jeanie Thompson and Deepika Padukone" I said to him.

He ran his pen along the name list and ticked us off.

"Have a good night" He greeted us.

"Oh we'll" Zayn squeaked.

I laughed as I dragged him in. We pushed the doors to the hall and walked in. There were numerous men in suit and women in pretty dresses. It was a formal party. Ugh.

"Shreya, We're supposed to mingle" Zayn bumped me at the shoulder.

"I need a drink" I told him.

We wandered around till we spotted a waiter carrying some mocktails. We picked a blue lagoon each and sipped it standing in a corner. We were quietly observing the crowd to spot my father.

"May I steal this pretty lady for a dance?" A young man slid his arm around Zayn's waist.

I laughed covering my mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm occupied." Zayn squeaked.

"Don't worry I'll get a handsome young man to occupy your friend too" He pulled Zayn closer.

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing.

"Oi Ranveer!" He called someone.

A tall boy with a sharp jaw and moustache walked towards us with a smirk. No denying, he was hot and my stupid boyfriend was somewhere I don't know.

"I'm Ranveer" He introduced himself.

"I'm Deepika and this is Jeanie" I introduced ourselves.

"My good friend beside you is Ranbir" He pointed towards the chap holding a scowling Zayn.

"Mind if I speak to my friends, Ranveer?" Stephen tapped his shoulder.

"No, Not at all. We were just getting to know each other" He smiled at Stephen. "We'll take our leave.

"Who was that?" I whispered to Stephen once they were out of earshot.

"Models" He replied.

"Shreya Stephen" Zayn called in a low voice.

We turned just in time to see my parents entering. My mom was wearing a designer saree and my dad was in his official suit. A fake smile adorned their faces.

"Shreya, walk in their line if sight and just glare or stare at them. They'll come to get you and you lead them to room no. 504." Stephen explained and disappeared into the crowd.

They were mingling with the other businessmen. It was now or never. I need to know my birth parents. I have the right to.

I pulled Zayn with me through the crowd and found a spot just opposite to them. We sat on the barstool and pretended to talk and have fun. I felt a couple of eyes pierce me and turned to find my parents look at me in shock. My mother's eyes were getting watery.

My father turned to his companions and told something then clutched my mother's hands and weaved through the crowd towards me. I sat paralysed as they neared me.

"Idiot" I heard someone scold and pull me off the chair.

I came to my sensed and followed Zayn as he dragged me towards the exit. We slowed down every now and then so they could catch up. We pushed the doors open and made our exit.

Our pants were audible and the sound of our heels echoed through the empty corridors. My parents were calling my name from behind but I never turned. I t was tempting but the firm grip on my wrist gave me the will power.

Zayn pushed the room door open and dragged me in letting the door open. We collapsed on the couch together. The others sat calmly on the other side of the couch.

"Shreya?" I heard my father's voice call me from the door.

Diya welcomed them in with a straight face. She led them to the other couch. My mother was sobbing but I couldn't bring it to look at her so I had my head bent.

"Mr. Sharan, I am Benett Gosling" Our detective introduced himself.

"Hello" He told Benett. "Shreya, won't you spare a glace towards your parents?" My father asked me.

"About that, who're her parents?" Benett asked my father.

"We are her parents!" My father roared.

Benett clicked his tongue. "How about a DNA test?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What game are you playing man? I'm seeing my daughter after years and you are irritating me! Who are you?" My father's angry voice was heard through the room.

"I am not playing any games, Mr.Sharan. It's you who had played games with Shreya's life. And I am a detective who knows the truth that only you and your wife know!" Benett hissed.

That was scary. Zayn slid his arms around my shoulder and gave them a squeeze.

"What do you mean by that?" My father asked with exasperated sigh.

"Remember Bradford, Mr.Sharan?" Benett smirked.

My father's face looked beaten up and my mother's shoulders were hunched in defeat.

What the hell happened in Bradford?

I shrugged off Zayn's arms and walked to my mother. I kneeled before her and held her fallen face in my palms.

"Ma, I love you so much and nothing can change that but I want to know the truth. It is my right to know that. I could've easily made Benett tell me but I wanted to hear it from you. Please? This is the last thing I ask from you" A tear slid down my cheek.

She swiped it off with her thumb. "Please don't cry, I'll tell you. But don't hate us for this?" She asked.

"I won't" I shook my head.

"Your father and I were in Bradford for business reasons. I was six months pregnant. I had some complications so the doctor advised me not to travel and hence we decided to have our first born there itself. Your father made friends and one of his friend's wife was pregnant like me to. But she already had a very little boy in hand and an older girl. It was her third kid. She and I used to visit the doctor together since our husbands were busy. We were given the same due date." My mother sighed.

Diya offered my mother a glass of water. She thanked Diya.

"That day I slipped and fell and my water broke. I was rushed to the hospital and soon after she got pain too. We both were lying in adjacent beds crying in pain. I had to undergo a caesarean while she underwent a normal delivery. Both our kids were kept in incubator. My son passed away and her daughter lived. I and your father eloped with her daughter the very night. I don't know if it was a punishment or what but that I lost my son I came to know I can't have kids anymore so we cherished you." She began sobbing.

"Who are those friends?" Zayn asked with his eyes filled with tears.

"I don't remember their first names but their surname was Malik" My mother replied.