𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

Chapter 25

Adhya POV:

I woke up to the gentle touch of sunlight on my face. Glancing at the other side of the bed, I noticed that it was empty. It was already afternoon, and I couldn't help but wonder why Maan hadn't woken me.

As I recalled the events of yesterday, I realized that I hadn't meant to burst out at my mom like that. But she really needed to understand what I was going through. I knew she had become strict because others were doting on me, but that didn't justify her behavior.

Whenever I needed a mother, she was never available. Whenever I wanted to share something, she was never ready to listen. Whenever I dreamed of doing something, she stopped me, saying that girls should not do this.

After long time i felt like a big weight that had been heavy on my heart lifted, and I felt lighter. But there was still something that needed to be resolved before I could finally focus on writing my book.

A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I called out, "Come in," and my mother entered. She looked like a mess, her hair disheveled, and her eyes puffy, as if she had been crying for a long time. She sat on the bed, her voice trembling as she said, "Sorry, Adhya. I didn't mean to do any of that."

I stayed silent as she pushed a tray of my favorite food toward me. "I made all your favorites. Please forgive me," she implored.

I met her gaze and asked, "I will forgive you, Maa, but for what mistake should I forgive you?"

She admitted, "I'm sorry for slapping you."

Sighing, I got up and replied, "You will never understand, Maa. When you understand the reason, then come and tell me you're sorry."

I went to the bathroom to get ready and then headed to Papa's office, where he was in a conversation with my dad. I closed the door and let out a sigh.

My dad patted my head gently, asking, "Are you fine, Princess?"

I assured him, "I am fine, Baba."

He continued, "I'm sorry, Princess. I'm sorry on behalf of your mother. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better father."

I shook my head and said, "Oh, Baba, no, none of this was your fault. You were there every single time I needed you. You're my hero, Baba."

He had tears in his eyes, and Papa chimed in, "Then, Princess, what about me?" He pretended to pout.

I laughed and teased, "Well, Papa, you're not that old to be my father, right? I'll give you a chance to change your position."

Laughter filled the room as Papa responded, "Oh, Princess, I don't want my son to be heartbroken, crying every day. I know I could be tough competition for him."

I heard a throat clearing behind me and turned to see Maan standing there. He confidently said, "Oh, do you really think you can be my competitor? Sorry, but you can try that in the next life dad. For this life, she is mine."

I couldn't help but punch him lightly, and I asked, "What are you doing here?"

He replied, "Well, I finished my work early, so I thought of coming to you."

I nodded and said, "I'm busy."

He looked at me, surprised, and inquired, "What's more important than me?"

I teased, "Well, I have a date with both my fathers."

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Seriously? You prefer these old men over me?"

Dad interjected, "Oh, hello! This 'old man' is her father, and if you two are getting married, I have to agree, don't forget."

They all shared a laugh as Maan raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, fine. I'm out of here. Enjoy your father-daughter date," he said, leaving the room.