(Name change. Original name: The Bad Girl)
Anaisha Singhaniya was St. Xavier's most notorious student. She smokes, bullies, wears short clothes, gets just passing grades, and even rides her own bike. But she mostly stays aloof with her gang and alwa...
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Dadisa walked out of her room for some fresh air. She stopped in her tracks upon seeing Priyank with Abhinav. They laughed and talked as Aryaman sat beside them, reading a newspaper. She cleared her throat, taking the help of her walking stick. Abhinav abruptly stopped laughing and straightened, Priyank's words were left in his mouth. Aryaman looked at his mother and then looked back into the paper.
"What are you doing here?" Dadisa asked sternly, her icy cold gaze glowering.
Priyank smiled, casually clasping his palms.
"I am here to take Anaisha for a spin." He commented. Dadisa rolled her eyes. Just then, the sound of heels resonated in the halls and they turned their attention towards the door.
Anaisha walked in with her golden closed high heels clicking against the hardwood flooring. Abhinav gaped at her and grinned,
- "Wow, Choti! You are looking unrecognizable." He commented on her short pink frock Kurthi and white printed straight pants.
"Okay, thanks," Anaisha replied nonchalantly, fixing the banana clip in her hair. Priyank got up from his seat and pulled out the keys of his bike from his jeans pocket.
"I will drop your daughter safely by evening." He faced the room and snaked an arm around Anaisha's waist, smiling at everyone. Abhinav eyed his hand and forced to look away when Priyank and Anaisha left the room. He looked at his father and sat down.
"Why does he get so friendly with my sister?" He said with slight anger in his voice. Aryaman shook his head, not bothering to look away from his paper.
"Relax, Abhinav. They are childhood friends. Besides, Raghavendra is my business partner and we have an incredibly good relationship." He explained, calmly. He flipped a page and adjusted his black-rimmed reading glasses.
"Still." Dadisa clicked her tongue, striking her walking stick hard on the ground as she walked around the sofa and sat comfortably. She placed her palms tightly over her wooden cane.
"You shouldn't let her roam around with young boys like this. What about our reputation?" She said strictly. Aryaman let out a breath and lowered his paper.
"Come on, Masa. Let her be."
She twisted her lips, moving her chin up, - "We don't consider her as one of us, but the world does." She said firmly hitting the ground with her walking stick.
Abhinav felt uneasy with the discussion and so, without speaking another word, he just left the room. Aryaman moved the paper away and took out his phone.
"Never mind Masa. This is not the first time, nor this will be the last." He replied staring at his phone, taping on the screen. Dadisa once again, struck her walking stick and got up. A look of disappointment evident on her face but her son ignored her. Slowly, Aryaman eyed his mother from the corner of his eyes and his gaze followed her out of the living room.
