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Chapter- 17 FEAR

Siya's pov:

To force someone in reality is not at all fascinating, they just look good on papers....his words were echoing in mind as a dangerous threat, I stiffened to look at shadow in water, his presence were making my heartburn, the person who was behaving so sweetly with me previously is now the cause of my welled up eyes.

He shifted toward me, apologizing to me what he did next was unbelievable for anyone who was able to see him apologizing by joining his hands, head low and cracked voice?

Am I dreaming of something? Firstly he forced me just for nothing serious and now this behavior of his, is he really a psycho expecting an apology for what the hell mess he created I'm not gonna forgive him...not after seeing his genuine apology ... .not at all.

His words had the power to change my decision, but I strengthened myself by recalling all the events that occurred between us. I stood up to go but he grabbed my arms and yearned for eye contact.

"Kuch sunnaengi nahi? Maaf nahi karegi?" He asked gently in a low voice.

"Aasan nahi hai" I told him after looking in his eyes.

He gulped his saliva and said in a broken tone....''Sirf ek baar?''

''Ek baar bhi nahi'' I simply stated sternly.

He pulled me toward his chest, his heartbeat was moving speedily, his breath was fanning on my neck made me shiver at that proximity.

I don't know why but his presence makes me stay in his hold, his embrace gives me promise, and his warm arms take me to a holistic world.

Despite all of that, I requested him to let me go, as his hold was tight enough for me to not go independently.

"Mujhe jane dijiye" i whispered.
Aasan nahi hai"....he mumbled, making me look into his dark black eyes.

"You're making this much worse" i said emotionlessly, after that he let my hand go.

That was the last time we faced each other, I made up my mind to not come in front of him, just the next 2 days and everything will be fine.

Today is the sangeet along with the mehendi ceremony of Anshika di and jiju. I dressed up in a black net saree, which I bought for freshers in varanasi.

I was going toward the hall when papa called me, alas, it was needed. Papa is at peace.

Due to the chores, I didn't talk to him for 2 days, two long days...hurriedly I received his call and just by his serene voice made my heart calm and emotional.

''Hello, kaisi ho beta?" He asked softly.

"Achi hu papa, aap bataiye'' I said, showing how resisting the urge not to cry is hard in front of him.

''Siya? kya hua hai bacha? Sabdo ko tor kar bologi Dheere Dheere toh kya papa nahi pakar paenge tmhara rona...hmm roo kyu rahi ho, kuch hua hai batao mujhe'' he asked desperately.

That is what a FATHER is, never showing something but always cares.

''Kuch nahi papa, bas zada din ho gaya hai na to...'' she didn't complete her sentence and didn't know why.

"Shadi Anshika ki ho rahi hai aur papa ke liye tum roo rahi ho....haan'' he said in a mocking voice that made me smile.

"Papa yaar, aap mere papa ho mujhe Anshika di se kya matlab mujhe jaise lagaega wahi karungi na'' I whined.

"Acha, aaj kya ho raha hai waha?" He asked.

"Sangeet, Khana kha raha hai na acche se'' she asked.

"Haan, thik hai mai baat me baat karunga dhyan rakhna apna... .bye'' he said.