Tears of Insecurity

Chapter Thirty Seven

Previously -

"Koi baat nahi beta, hota hai. Agle saal aache se mehnat karna, thik hai?", Dharampal said caressing her head lovingly. Susheela looked at the scene with an open mouth.
"Naa papa bas? Itna hi? Kuch bhi nahi bologe isse? Fail hui hai ye, fail!", Susheela said standing up and pointing her finger at Garima.

"Haa toh? Fail kon naa hota? Ab dekh main aur Kusum ji dono bhi fail hue na tujhe ladkiyo jaisa bartav sikhane main. Dharampal sassily trolled his daughter.
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"Waah papaji waah! Kya bhedbhav karte ho aap, matlab maan hi gaye!", Susheela said clapping her hands with a mocking smile on her face.

"Oh ho tu kabhi toh chup raha kar chori!", Dharampal said shushing her.

"Aur beta, tere papaji koi bhedbhav naa kar rahe hai.", Kusum said keeping her hand on her angry daughter's shoulder.

"Mere saath iss ghar main bhedbhav hi hota aa raha hai. Papaji ne mujhe pucha ki mujhe iss baar kitne number aaye hai? Nahi na? Kyu? Kyuki unki ladli pari,unki princess jo fail ho gayi hai! Ab uske samne mujhe jaise common person ko koi kyu kuch puchega?", Susheela said stomping her foot on the ground to make her point.

"Beta, bata na tujhe kitne mile hai?", Kusum asked lovingly.

"Ha ha bata de kitne mile hai!", Dharampal said rolling his eyes as he gave her a flat look.

"Kya faida aapko bata ke? Meri kabhi tareef toh karte hai nahi aap aur iss baar toh bilkul nahi karenge warna aapki ladki pari ka dil tut jaayga, kyu?", Susheela said moving towards the dinning area. She roughly pulled the chair and sat down on it.

"Aree bata na chori kitne mile hai.", Kusum asked moving towards her.

"Mujhe nahi batana.", Susheela said smiling sarcastically.

"Oh ho bata bhi de abhi chori!", Dharampal said coming towards her.

"Nahi!", Susheela said adamantly.

"Papa Susheela ne fir se top kiya hai. Iss baar uske 97 percentage aaye hai.", Garima said from behind. Even though her mood was bad she still managed to smile for her sister.

"Ke? Baaki ke number kaha gaye chori?", Dharampal asked with an raised brow.

"Dekha! Dekha mummy aapne? Matlab ye Garima fail ho gayi toh usko kuch nahi kaha aur yaha par mene top kiya hai toh mujhe sunaya jaa raha hai?", Susheela asked irritated.

"Aisi baat nahi hai chori, aur aap bhi kya bole jaa rahe ho?", Kusum glared at her husband to shut up.

"Mazak kar raha tha main chori.", Dharampal said casually slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"Manne aise mazak pasand naa hai papa!", Susheela said frowning.

"Accha ye sab chodo aur chalo khana khane betho. Bhook lagi hogi na?", Kusum led Garima towards the table and made her sit beside Susheela who was glaring daggers at her.

Kusum served them their food and the family started to have their lunch silently, well not Suhseela of course. The girl was too angry to notice her surrounding. She was angrily chomping on her food.

When they were done eating, Susheela and Garima sat down in the living room waiting for their younger brother to come from his school. Dharampal went inside his room and brought a gift that was neatly packed in wrapping paper.