*On Hiatus*
"So? Do you like me?" He didn't look at me. His eyes fixed on his mobile screen which was blank and had nothing on it.
"What?" I was extremely shocked by his words. Me? I like him? I mean I do but as friends.
"What?" He looked at me. His...
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Before the golden rays of the sun could enter my house. I was already at my desk, without any sleep. My mind wouldn't let me sleep. The only thing that went on in my mind was the last night's conversation. The conversation that I assumed would be a hope to reform our relationship, instead worsened it.
I quietly opened the door to grab a glass of water. The lights are on? What the—
"Aman, you are awake already?" My father said, he picked up a cooking pot, some sugar, tea leaves, milk—. He is making Chai (Indian Tea). "Son, yesterday, did I say something wrong?" Wow! He still didn't realise.
I ignored his question and walked straight to the fridge, not looking at his face once because looking at him will only make me feel worse. I grabbed a bottle of cold water and emptied half of it into a glass.
Son, what's wrong?" He caught me by my shoulders. I looked at the ground, not wanting to look into his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Yes," I replied, softly.
"What?"
I pushed his hand off my shoulder and started back to my room with the cold glass of water. Just when I was about to enter he stopped me again,
"Is it because of the remarriage thing?" He asked.
"You got it." I slammed the door of my room and then sipped some water from the glass.
"Do I not have to right to be happy?" He slammed on my door screaming. "Why can't you be happy in my happiness? You are just like your mother. Both of you only know how to make me sad. That's it. That whore—"
Something happened to me as soon as I heard that word. Something inside me screamed and made me feel very angry. That something made me open the door and slam the glass of water outside, barely dodging my father. My mother was the most lovely person on this earth, but this man never understood her.
"You are crossing your limits, Fath-er" I tried to suppress that feeling. That immense anger that I never felt before.
"That's what your mom crossed. Sleeping around with others. What a —"
"Father!" I shouted. I clenched my fist hard enough to let my palm bleed, my whole body shivered in anger.
"Don't raise your voice in front of me. I am your father." He yelled.
"Yes, you are just a father, not a dad, not a husband, and not a lover, just a father" I yelled back. I moved forward and pricked my index finger on his chest."You are a self-centered, egoistic man who only listens to his ego. "
He slapped me immediately after pushing my finger. "The nerve of you to talk to me like that."
"And the nerve of you to talk about mom like that," I replied.
He slapped me again. "She might be your mom but not my wife. That slut, who knows where she kept sleeping around with. Sometimes I doubt you are my child. "
