#TheWritingProject *Please read Part one if you haven't, before reading this

Devaj sat on an easy chair,his cold eyes fixed on a far away valley.He never felt lazy in the afternoons,like his subordinates.He didn't know what relaxation and laziness were.Those were just excuses,the people working under him weren't ambitious like him,they can never be.The hunger for power and dominance wouldn't let him rest.
"Father.."He tore his eyes away from the large window he was looking through till then,and slowly looked in the direction where the voice came from.It has been ages since he heard it.
Aparna,his daughter...his only child who made him aware that even he was capable of loving someone,stood in front of him.Her husband,Aadil too.
And who is that hiding behind Aparna?Oh.A little girl.A splitting image of her mother.The very same big brown eyes,curly hair and a dimple on her chin.Very beautiful,he thought.
"What brings you here,my child?After all these years,you suddenly remembered me?"He finally said,after a long silence."Pita ji,your grandchild.Aashna is her name.We thought we'll bring her to you when she was a year old,but I fell sick.."
She urged the child to go to her grandfather.Aashna toddled curiously toward him,her pigtails bobbing up and down with each step.Devaj cracked a smile,that quickly faded away."Nanaji.."the child said,grinning,showing her tiny front teeth.
Devaj blessed her,not out of love,but because it's...