C5 The first meeting

It was a pleasant weekend for some while a disastrous for others. A dinner gathering had been organized in one of the most famous and expensive restaurant by the Rafhe's who were waiting eagerly for their honorable guests, the Jones.They had mixed emotions of nervousness and excitement. And why not after all one of the most profitable deal had been signed. Well this is one of the reasons. The other reason was the marriage proposal. A marriage with the most handsome billionaire, who wouldn't want it was Fexin the step daughter's thoughts. She was in her own dreamland. Past fifteen minutes the footsteps could be heard coming towards their private room.

Mr Jones- Sorry for keep you waiting.

Mr Rafhe turned around to see the owner of the voice only to see Mr and Mrs Jones with an apologetic face.Mr Rafhe shook hands with Mr Jones with a genuine smile plastered on his face and gave them space to have their seats comfortably. But Mrs Rafhe and Fexin had already become irritated by their late presence still what could they do. They showed their fake smile to the guests .Mrs Jones could see their annoyance on their faces which they had hidden under the heavy makeup. Mrs Jones was amused by them as she knew that her son had insisted to purposely reach the venue late.

Mr Rafhe- It's no problem. I understand the traffic these days are too much. Anyways where is your son.

Mr Jones- He is outside as he got an urgent call but will come soon.

Then another footsteps were heard .A young man in black suit with a file in his left hand entered greeting the elders and apologizing in his deep husky voice which took the attention of others present there.Fexin was stunned and had been staring him shamelessly. What an ethereal beauty.His deep dark brown eyes, his bristly eyebrows, his hawkish nose with defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw. It seemed God himself had descended on Earth. He came and sat beside his mother. Mrs Rafhe stopped Fexin from checking him out and whispered in her ears to control herself. But Fexin continued to take glimpses of the young man.

Mr Rafhe - Hello son. How have you been.

Allan- Fine Mr Rafhe

Mr Jones - So shall we introduce them.

Mr Rafhe- Yes so this is my daughter Fexin.

The Jones acted shocked which actually they were not.

Mrs Jones- I thought your daughter's name was Stella.

Now Rafhe's had their shock of lives .Mrs Rafhe got nervous.

Mrs Rafhe- Stella was his daughter with his first wife and Fexin is mine.

Mrs Jones- Ooh but I hope Fexin has Rafhe blood. I hope you are not hiding anything which will cause any problem in future especially if anything bad goes out in media it will be very difficult to handle.

Everyone was silent for a minute and Mrs Jones felt proud of her acting skills.Mrs Rafhe was scared but still shamelessly hid as she was desperate to get her daughter married to Allan.

Mrs Rafhe- No we are not hiding anything. She has Rafhe blood.

Mr Rafhe and Fexin looked at her shocked. Mr Rafhe tried to speak but was stopped by his wife.Here Allan's temper had risen as he was short-tempered and he yelled by throwingthe file on the table whichwas between them.

Allan - Liars.She is not his real daughter. Infact her father is unknown. I have found out everything. Infact today my secretary found something else also. Dad she has had one abortion before. And this file contains pictures of her sleeping with different men along with medical report of her abortion. I never wanted to disrespect any girl but I will not marry someone with such past.

Everyone present in the room was shocked beyond words including Mr and Mrs Jones as this information was new to them also. Then raged Allan stomped out of the room not wanting to continue in this drama anymore.

Mr Jones - I am sorry but either get your real daughter here or let's cancel the deal.

Soon the guests had left.Mr Rafhe went in front of Fexin and slapped her cheeks .A red mark was left there.

Mrs Rafhe- What are you doing?

Mr Rafhe- You knew about her abortion right. Why didn't you tell me?I have never been this embarrassed before. You made her a whore like yourself. Look at her dress right now. It looks like she is in a club.

Mrs Rafhe - Sorry. I didn't know that they would come to know so much. I thought everything was in my control. Now do something I want her to get married to him.

Mr Rafhe- Shut up! We cannot mess with them. I also cannot loose the deal. Now only one option is left.

Mrs Rafhe- No you cannot do this. He is my daughter's .No one can snatch her happiness.

Mr Rafhe- You better not do any mistake. We cannot get bankrupt.If you want to sleep on streets you are most welcome to go.

Mr Rafhe left angrily.

Fexin- Mom what are we going to do?

Mrs Rafhe- Don't worry. Let me think.

The next day Mr Rafhe searched for Stella. Allan knew that since it took him so many years to find her it would take maybe another decade for Mr Rafhe. Allan couldn't afford to wait for another decade to see her. Of course who would like to after all he would be in thirties by then. So he secretly sent clues in pieces so as not to be found suspicious and also Mr Rafhe could find her. The result of investigation which took years to come out by Jones took only a week by Rafhe. After gathering all information Mr Rafhe marched towards the address given to him by his private investigator which was of the hospice care unit where Stella lived. Even he as a father was surprised and worried as to why she was living there out of all places but he shrugged his thoughts. After he reached he was refused to meet her or to be given any information but he insisted. Both sides argued. But Mr Rafhe was enraged by now as how he had been refused to meet his own daughter.

Mr Rafhe- If she doesn't come out I will sue this place for kidnapping my daughter. And let me tell you she is my biological daughter.

Hearing this the other side allowed him to take her not because they were scared but they didn't want any troubles as it was Mr Rafhe's rights to meet her and they couldn't stop.From afar a pair of dar eyes were looking at everything. It was Allan He had been following. The his breath stopped for a moment looking at the small figure come out.