AAHARA

WHAT?!

"YOU MORON!" The man screamed, and Naana was holding his collar in the next second.

"Dad!" Mumma tried to pull them apart but one warning glare from my grandfather had her stepping back.

"You have guts to curse me when we all know that your are the coward who abandoned a baby." Naana spat, his voice holding nothing but hostility.

"You think that just because my grandchild lived with you till now, I will take this blant disrespect." The man screamed, it was only then that I realised that he must be my Daddu, considering he is calling me his grandchild. He said that before to idiot, you missed it.

~Daddu or Dadda is used for our Father's father. Father ².

Yet even before I could scold myself more, I heard a scream and looked at the situation before me. Naana had punched Daddu, making his nose bleed but he didn't look fazed, neither did he show any signs of pain. He suddenly jerked my Naana away and was about to throw a punch when my senses kicked in.

"STOP!" I screamed and the hand that was about to punch Naana, stopped mid-air. Daddu looked at me, I saw his eyes soften, he lowered his hand.

I walked upto to him, Naana moved aside on his own so now I was standing infront of my Daddu. I bent down and touched his feet, at first he didn't do anything but then I felt his hand on my head. After sometime, I stood up on my own, maintaining eye-contact with him, I realised that he wasn't expecting me to do something like this because he looked very happy over something so normal.

"Daddu you deserve my respect but you need to realise that this way of respecting my elders, was taught to me by the man you were just about to punch, along with my Naani. I will never disrespect you, but one thing that I will never accept is my grandfather getting disrespected. He might not be anybody for you but he is everything to me. If you so much as raise your voice at him again, I will leave this house the next second, I would rather die than live in a house where my Naana was insulted." I said and took a deep breath, talking so much without any pause, was more difficult than I thought it would be.

Nobody spoke the whole time, nor did I break the eye-contact I had with Daddu. His eyes didn't change, they still held the same softness in them but his smile grew.

"Really little girl? Aren't you scared of this big bad guy though?" He asked pointing at himself, voice filled with amusement, the man found my warning amusing. Huff.

"No why would I be scared of you?" I answered his question with a question as well.

"Well I am your grandfather, shouldn't you know about me? People who know me are mostly scared." He asked and I raised a bow at that.

"Well the truth is I don't know anything about you." I said and it was then the reality hit me. Didn't Naana say he's.... Dead?

"Naana." I exclaimed with frustration.

"What did he say?" Now Daddu's voice was sharp, he looked furious at the fact that I didn't know him.

"That you are dead." Naana said with a nonchalant tone, that caused a lot of gasps and chuckles.

"You what?!" Daddu's eyes widened at that, it almost felt like they will fall out. He took a step forward, but I backed up and all the amusement vanished in thin air. The atmosphere became tense. Naana knew what was happening so he stepped forward, and stood right in between me and Daddu.

"That beard." Naana pointed and Daddu just glared his way, but then he shook his head and walked away.

"Can I?" A female voice said and Naana moved aside, nodding.