The Indelible

By Krisha Mankarmi

In the world of crime, grim, pleasure, shock and happiness lives Katherine Kingston, Kate an eighteen year old, smart, so called innocent girl with everything, brains beauty wealth, friends, enemies and a routine which she always follows. The family consists of a brother and parents, they decide go for this trip with eighteen other individuals other than them. There she meets Arin Karentine and a known father-like man, V.J. It is up to Kate to decide who is truly hers and who is not and the mystery beginsUnravel the mystery in THE INDELIBLE

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Jun 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781482889932

Krisha Mankarmi

Greetings, dear reader! I am Krisha Mankarmi. A simple school going girl of age twelve. I really don’t like talking or rather writing in this case about myself but it is necessary for you to know about your author. This book which I have written has portrayed me mostly. Having been a student at the J.B. Petit High School, the one thing of many that our teachers have taught is that “With Freedom Comes Great Responsibility”. With the freedom in my hand and the responsibility in my mind I soar through the sky of danger with obstacles and a lot of hard work, it gives me back dollops of success and gifts. In the past eight years in school all the teachers have adored me like mothers and supported every decision. In the past two years I have been the recipient of academics excellence and best student. My loving family motivates me regardless of everything. There is no main purpose of writing this book. It is something that I want to for myself and share my deepest thoughts as we all know that change is the only constant thing is life, this book moulded a better me and changed my thought process.

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Dear Reader,

This page is a connection between you and me. A question that may come to you is why I named this book THE INDELIBLE. It is simply because I have experienced a part of this book myself. The memories and the mark that it left on me was indelible, it is still inerasable. This book, she is very special for me, she gave me the chance to re-live the experience. I loved writing it and I hope you do like reading it.

For Mommy, Daddy, my Uncle Mehul, my family and every single person who encouraged me and helped me to pursue my dreams no matter what. Also, for all the people who are responsible for being the building blocks of this book.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Acknowledgements

Friendship doesn’t need any promises, demands or expectations; it just needs sincerity and trust.

If you want to find out who is a true friend, go through a challenging time…then see who’s standing with you.

-Anonymous

CHAPTER 1

‘K atherine, please keep it a little longer to the left, darling. It looks neater.’

‘Yes, Mother,’ I say, ‘I will always do it, my tie and everything else, according to you, just the way you tell me.’

My kind and selfless mother—she was always a perfectionist. About an hour ago, she came into our room to wake us up, my brother Ryan, who was twenty-five, and me, I am eighteen. Her eyes are glimmering, with a broad smile on her face up to her eyes, she greets us a good morning. We greet her too once we are out of the dozy feeling and peck a kiss on either cheek and lazily walk out into the living room and see Father watching the daily news on the television set. We bend down and touch his feet to pay a token of respect. He smiles at us with his rosy and chubby cheeks sticking out, after which Mother serves us milk and packs our food which we take to high school. Then we have a bath for ten minutes each. Father says we must help the environment by doing our bit. He is a doctor and an environmentalist, so he really cares about these things. Father changes into a pair of black boxers and a black sweatshirt to drop us to school. Mama pulls my chocolate-brown hair behind to do a neat and decent ponytail. We bid goodbye to Mother, who then gets ready to go to her clinic. She is a doctor too; unlike Papa, she does surgeries and Papa mends people’s teeth.

We use the stairs instead of the elevator. We have done this from the time we were young. We jog past all those buildings which touch the chalky white clouds to go to school. I avoid looking at them and instead look at the trees on the greener side. It gives my mind peace and soothes my eyes.

We reach school and I part with my brother. He needs to go to the next building for his master’s degree and job. I