His Corazón

1. Her Life

Author's pov

A little girl around 5 years, ran downstairs, giggling and clapping her hands in delight.

"Careful bacche." Her father said scooping her in his arms. She giggled and pecked his cheek.

"Baba, I love you." She squealed and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

"Baba loves his baccha too."

"And what about mumma? No one loves mumma?" A woman came out from the kitchen wiping her hands.

"No, akki loves mumma." And the little girl wiggled in her baba's arms.

Her father placed her down on the floor and the little girl ran towards her mumma. She hugged her mumma's legs. Her mumma gave her a small smile and scooped the little girl in her arms.

Her father came towards them and took his wife and daughter, his own personal little world, in his arms. Their happy small family, content with their lives.

Then her mother said,"Come on! Let's go and have dinner." Both of them nodded and moved towards dinning table.

"Baba, you know, i made a new friend at school today." Akki spoke, while chewing her food.

"Bad manners, Shona. No, talking while eating food." Her mumma scolded her. Akki made a huge pout.

"Let her speak, Khushi. I love to hear her talk." Akki smiled, widely hearing her baba.

"Fine but not while having food in her mouth." Akki nodded.

"Yes, mumma." And akki began telling them her day at the school.

After the joyful dinner, everyone moved towards the theatre room since it was movie day, tonight.

Everyone was, contended in their life but life had some unexpected twist for them.
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"No....no, please don't do this. Please! Stop." Yelled the small girl, seeing a man beating her father.

"Get her and kill her as well." The man yelled. The girl stood in her place scared.

"Baba loves you, please run and save yourself." Her father, spoke with difficulty.

"But baba-"

"No baccha , please run. Save your life."

The small girl cried seeing her baba , crying. She turned her back and ran out of the house.

She ran outside till her legs gave out and She hid behind the big cardboard boxes, placed on the other side of the road from where she could see her house.

A few minutes later, she heard gunshots and closed her ears, scared. Then her eyes fell on those men who were hitting her father before, ran out from her home. She got out of her hiding place and ran towards her house.

"Baba." She yelled, seeing her baba lying in the pool of his own blood.

"Bacche." He whispered, with difficulty.

"Baba." She cried out and held her father's hand.

"Run away from here, very far. Don't let those people find you, they will kill you."

"Baba, why did they hurt you ?"

"You will know about it from my diary. Take the cash from our locker and run far from this place."

"Mumma?"

"They killed her as well." Her father whispered in agony and closed his eyes.

"No." Yelled the small girl.