AAHARA

RIDICULOUS.

"I want to go." Little Aahara screamed at her Naana, who was blocking the door, trying to stop his granddaughter from facing the reality.

"Baby please, why don't we go to the aquarium? You wanted to go there, right?" He tried but got rejected, never in his life had Veer Singh thought that he will get rejected by a kid and the kid so happened to be his life.

"Baby please, let it be." This time it was Diya, trying to stop her little demon.

Veer knew that, now that Diya was here, stopping Aahara would be easier, she somehow knew how to deal with her while Veer was always firing blind shorts.

Aahara didn't scream at her Naani, and Veer scoffed mentally. Picking favourites now. Yet the relief was short-lived, as big fat tears started coming out of her eyes, Aahara wiped them but more kept coming, she gave both of them a heated glared and ran back inside.

"What do we do?" Veer sighed, looking at his Love for help.

"We leave her alone." Diya said with sad eyes.

"Alone?! Are you serious?! All of this is happening because our lovely daughter left her 2 months old child alone. I told you, we should have told her everybody is dead, just like Pran (Aahara's Daddu)!" Veer snapped, he had enough of Aahara's tears.

"Why?!" Diya said, her eyes sad because she also knew the answer but refused to accept it and Veer had no problem with reminding her about the truth until she accepted it.

"Because she is selfish! She choose herself! She wanted Aahara dead!" Veer roared and stormed out, slamming the door shut.

Veer knew his children well, all of them. He, himself wasn't a great parent, he made mistakes, took harsh decision but one thing never changed, he loved them all with his life. Even after everything. Sigh. That was why he couldn't bring himself to hate his daughter even after everything she did to his grandchild.

Diya on another hand, was a mess. She didn't want to accept the truth but the reality kept slapping her with her husband's words. She didn't like how everything was, she didn't like the environment Aahara was in, it was simply toxic. Everybody was against a child who didn't even know the meaning of hate, she cried more than she laughed, talked more mature than her youngest Uncle, who was 23 for crying out loud. Diya wanted to hate her daughter but her heart couldn't do that.

Both of them were at the end of the day, Sia's parents. They couldn't do it, but what they didn't know was that the little demon had already planted a seed of hatred in her heart, and had heard them, only watering that seed with those words.

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I shot up awake, from the nightmare or was it even one? It was a memory, one that had been buried and resurfaced. I tried to catch my breath but the moment my eyes fell on the bars surrounding me, they widened. I look around and was met with a horrible place, there were cells holding people in them.

Some were unconscious while some were awake though almost all of them looked the same. Blood covering them with massive wounds, peeled skin, broken noses and dislocated joints. I felt tears in my eyes, but when my eyes fell on the walls, I shrieked they were covered with hammers, knives, whips and all the other equipments.

Naana I wanna go home.

Suddenly I heard a click, I looked at the side and saw the cell gate being opened. In came a man, wearing a white suit, he looked quite old, but was most probably the boss. Though I was more interested in the man behind him, he was afterall the guy who had kidnapped me. The same eyes, mismatched ones, the guy had no expression but somehow I could tell that he was sad or... Empty. When they came, all the other prisoners crawled to the farthest corner of their cells, scared or rather.... petrified.