Clashing Hearts (Now Available On Radish)

Chapter 1 Losing a Loved one

Berry's POV

I started to feel the music coming out of my headphones. The rhythms of the song tunes, make my legs automatically move with the beat.

After dancing to the song, I quickly made my way towards the selfie stand, turning on the lights in my room. I never show my face in my dancing videos. I always use dim lights, which will reflect only my body movements but not my face properly, and the reason is I'm scared!!

I'm scared of being a joke to everyone.

When I pulled out my phone, an unexpected smile appeared on my face as I saw the comments on my video, but there were also trolls.

Who is body-shaming me? I mean, I'm not like those Lakme fashion week models who are perfect in every way. I'm a little medium-healthy as compared to those skinny girls. I am not your typical over-sized fat girl. I am just a little bit healthier, more like a medium-sized girl. Not an over-sized fat girl. Whatever it is, I don't care about it.

Yes, but these comments do bother me, biting my lips. I stared at the phone screen. There were more trolling comments than appreciative ones.

Some are commenting on my size, while some are demanding and questioning me to show my face in my video.

I quickly posted the video on Instagram and, automatically, so many likes started coming on my post.

"Berry... milk time." I was startled when I heard Dad's voice. I quickly made my way towards the selfie stand and my phone and quickly hid it down on my blanket. Then I sat on my bed, sighing, and quickly took a book from the nightstand.

Soon the gate of my room was opened and my dad, whom I love more than anyone, smiled at me. All the tension I was feeling from those negative trolling comments disappeared. My dad was the only person who could make me forget all these uneasy feelings and nervousness.

"Dadaa, I've grown up now." I pouted.

"But you will always be a little girl to me." he said, and sat on my bed beside me, giving me a glass of milk.

I looked at my hidden selfie stand and my phone, which was hidden over my blanket.

"What were you doing?" Dadaa asked me.

I shrugged. "Um, studying."

"Were you dancing?" he asked, looking around like he sensed something.

"No." I said, shaking my head.

"I'm a musician; I can sense music; I can see the headphones here." he said, motioning to my headphones, and I sighed, looking at him. Is my father a mind reader? How could he know what was going through my mind?

My dad was a very popular musician. He played the piano very well and was also the CEO of Soulful Music Company, one of the most renowned multinational companies in the music industry. His company owned several music academies and classes across the world at different places. Besides that, it also organized the concerts of very famous and popular singers and musicians.

"How do you know me well?" I smiled sheepishly.

"You are my life." I know your hidden talent. You dance well. You dance in front of the world. Why are you afraid of the world? What for? " He asked while caressing my hair lovingly, making me smile.

I quickly took out my hidden phone from my blanket, showing all those bad trolling comments on me.

I said, audibly looking at him. "I get trolled. I have no courage to face them. I love to dance, but I can't show my face."

"Listen to your heart, princess; there's no need to be sentimental." he says, and I quickly embrace him.

After we pulled away, "Now smile," he asked, and I laughed when he started tickling me.