Kande Beach

Dangerous Woman

Nishaan's POV:

Kiara was home. When I came back a bit early from college because I was not feeling great. I was finding hard to adjusting. People were extra nice but the problem was me. Kiara was playing music so loudly that even a deaf could hear and I was not on my best behavior plus It wasn't the music but it was the taste. She really has a bad taste in music. I thought.

What she was playing? I didn't know either :p that was why maybe I got irritated. In this world I wanted everything in the accordance to me.

"No music" I said irritatingly but she didn't listen and I got so furious that I went over where the speaker was and turned it off. Unplugged it and picked it up.

"What are you doing?" she tried to stop me.

God, please stop. Please stop me! why was I behaving like this?

And I threw the speaker off from the balcony. I saw it falling down in just fraction of a second and breaking down into small pieces.

"Are you insane?" she screamed.

But I just kept looking at the broken pieces. It was broken, I couldn't be fixed and I break those too who come to help me.

"No music when I come here," I turned around and faced her and I stormed off to my room. I threw my backpack on the ground, unzipped the chain of my tight skirt and tossed it aside, I removed my long sleeved t- shirt as I prepared for the bath but before stepping into the bathroom I turned on the air conditioner and put it on on the power chill. I loved cold.

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. When I stepped out of the bathroom, chills ran down my spine as I was only covered in towel. It was cold just as I liked it. I slipped into my underwear and then wore a huge white baggy t-shirt that reached to my mid thighs.

No one usually knew that my favorite thing was just turning AC on and putting it on a chilled mode and wrapped around in a soft warm blanket like I was going to do right now. It was cold, very cold inside my bedroom.

I curled my body into a ball and wrapped my arms around myself. I was alone. I could feel and hear my deep breaths. I closed my eyes and focused on the silence in my room except the voice of ac wing, swinging up and down - I felt calmed. My breathing was steady now.

Suddenly my phone vibrated and I lifted the corner of my blanket up and stretched my arm to grab my phone from the night stand. I checked the caller Id first. It was from my dad and suddenly realized that the first person ever to call me was him and I realized how much I was missing him.

I answered it right away and put it on a speaker. "Hey bubble gum," his voice echoed in my room as a small smile formed on my lips and I hid my face into my pillow.

"Hey Daddy," I sourly replied.

"Sorry couldn't call you on your first day, elections are coming!"

"It's okay!" It was normal. He forget everything when it came to me but not when it came to my brother.

"How was your day sweetie?" He asked. The only question I hated the most in my life. I wish someone could ask me "Do you need help in anything? Is something bothering you? Are you happy?"

"Like a volcanic eruption," I replied dryly.

"That's my girl!" he laughed. I wish I could tell him that it was not a laughable thing.

"So I heard, you're mean to Kiara!"

Okay, so he called because someone complained about me, not because he wanted to ask how was I.

"So you didn't call to check up on me?" I asked boldly.

"Nishaan!" he sighed like he didn't want to deal with me.

"Look, I have classes -" I didn't want to talk to him anymore but he cut me off.

"Listen, Nishaan... All I want you to be happy." I chuckled. "You have to figure out your life, you're a gowned -"

"I'm fucking nine teen" I yelled.

"Nishaan!" He raised his voice.

"Nishaan language! I'd not tolerate this."

"Just be kind to Kiara, I won't tell you twice. Her father and I have a very important business deal coming up so please! do not mess this up or else you just stay there. if you mess up, don't think of coming home!" he said plainly.

How easily he told me no to come home.

"So business deal over a daughter?" I whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing daddy!" was trying to sweetened the mood so I could melt him but looked like it was not going to work.

"Nishaan?"

I didn't say anything so took my silence as my response.

"Come on, you always wanted to be free." sudden he chuckled.

"Nishaan, words!" He growled.

"WHAT?" I replied irritatingly.

"What?" I snapped?

"I never wanted to come here? You call this freedom?" I was so irritated and my voice so bitter.

"Nishaan?" He raised his voice.

"Why do you always behave like we did something to you? Like the whole world is against you?"

I wish I could answer it. I wanted to reply him this.

"I wish, I wish you cared more, all I wanted was your attention. I wish you understood that your daughter is not mentally happy, your daughter doesn't like being alone, I need constant attention from people, that I feel like I'm running out of time every second and I don't feel pretty but I still try to do everything, just to get your attention or a simple pat on my head but it was never enough for you. All you do is compare me to others and I hate it, I hate it so much that all these years I have spent learning something I don't like in school and now even in college and I'm afraid that I would end up as a housewife or with your connection I might land a boring fancy job while all my friends would be so successful - doing something they like. I really want to do something I like, I really want to figure out what I like the most, please help me out. Please help me out figure what I want to do with my life."

"Nishaan?" He called again and I came back to my senses.

"Yes, I'm here!" I said sadly.

"I've talked to your professors so I'll get your everyday information, so behave..." I knew it, he was going to keep tabs on me so that made me more angry but he didn't know that I was going to make these six months the hell for him. I'd do everything so he would call me back to Los Angeles.

"Where's mummy?" I cut him off. I was hearing noises of my mum and brother from behind. He pushed for a second as if he was indicating my mum and brother to be quite.

"Mmm, your mummy's out." He replied.

"Oh, where?"

"Mmm, to buy some groceries." Wow now he was lying. My mum never go to grocery shopping. She didn't even know how to cook.

"Okay cool." I sighed.

"Mmmm... Okay then," and the moment where we both want to end out phone call.

"Bye." He ended the call before I did.

"Bye" I whispered. I put my phone back on the nightstand. I stood up and went out of my room. I searched for Kiara but she was nowhere to be found. I called her but she didn't pick up. I called Mr. Cahill to check if he knew where she went and he replied that yeah she just went out with her friends.

So I waited for her to come back.

She came back by 1 in the morning. I was sitting in the dark. I turned the lights on and she squeaked from my presence.

"Relax - It's just me!" I rubbed my neck.

She looked away. Before she go to sleep I said what I wanted to say.

"I'm sorry!" I said and I left. I went back to my room and slept.

Or tried to sleep as I listened to Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande.