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"Dead? What do you mean, dead?" I ask incredulously.

"Your parents died six years ago, Mr. Kartik. It was Small Pox." The private detective answered.

I now had no family left and no way to find a place in society. I was still just a poor Indian boy with no mother or father.

"What were their names, Mr. Pirwani?" I demand.

"Mohini and Kartik Mehta. They had one more child after you and your brother left. A girl. Safurah is her name." He kindly responds.

A sister? I have a sister? So I'm not really alone? My heart races and my hands shake!.

"Would you like to meet her, Mr. Mehta?" Mr. Mehta? I cannot believe it! I finally have a last name!

"I take that as a yes." Mr. Pirwani says after seeing the huge grin plastered to my face.

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Gemma's laugh breaks me out of my reverie and I glance at her. She is sitting in her chair with Angelina on her lap. Angelina seems to be imitating a fish that she discovered in our pond today. Her little hands are on Gemma's face and her cheeks are sucked completely in. I cannot help but laugh at the sight. Her big green eyes turn to look at me. "Daddy!" She giggles. "Me a fishy!" I scoop her up into my arms and give her a kiss. "Well, I do believe that it is time for my little fishy to go to bed!" "No, Daddy, no! Me stay up with you!" She shrieks as an adorable pout takes up residence on her petite face. "Daddy is right, Angie. In fact, Mommy and Daddy have to go to bed, too." Gemma says softly. Angelina sighs and says, "Otay, Mummy. Angie go to bed." I laugh and hand her back to Gemma who leads her down the hall, whispering to her all the way.

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She has skin the color of caramel and eyes as brown as mine. She runs to my side and engulfs me in a crushing hug. I return it and twirl her about the room. My sister is as light as a feather, and it is a wonderful feeling to have someone I love in my arms again. I set her gently on the ground and hold her hands. "Oh, Kartik! I cannot believe that I have finally met my brother!" She says with a smile as large as England on her face. At 14, she is gorgeous, and looks exactly like how I remember my mother. Our uncle stands silently in the corner, watching the exchange intently. "Safurah, I must speak with your brother briefly." He says in a rough voice. Safurah frowns but nods, and lets my hands go. I follow Uncle Neel into his study, where he motions for me to sit down. We stare at each other awkwardly for a moment until he breaks the silence.

"As you can see, Kartik, your parents were quite wealthy." He says, gesturing at the lavish room around him. "They never gave up hope that you and your brother would return to them someday, and left each of you a huge some of money in their will." Money? Since when is money important at a time like this?

"Millions, to be exact. Your father was quite the businessman." He announces. My jaw drops as he slides the will across the desk. I stare in shock at the number. "Your sister won't recieve her money for 4 more years, but you are welcome to yours straight away."

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"Finally come to bed, have you? Gemma questions me as I slip into the bed beside her. "Well, I simply couldn't stay away from you for much longer, darling." I kiss her cheek and rest my hand on her burgeoning stomach, where our second child grows. She smiles and places her hand atop mine. "Have I told you how beautiful you are today?" I ask her. "Only about a thousand times, Kartik." She answers. "I think I love you more each second, Gem." I observe and lean in to kiss her once more.

Sorry for all the mush, but I can't resist. The third chapter should be out soon!

-xoAngelicRebelox