My Tormentor, My Saviour

Looming Threat

"Haya... make a cup of tea for me. My head is aching." Biya, who was sitting on the stairs writing her assignment, startled and looked up at her father. He was ignoring her and calling Haya for tea.

  In fact, he just likes the tea made by Biya. A deep pain arose in her heart.

  "Ok papa, I am making." Haya was tutoring some neighbor children when she got up.

  "Haya, you teach children, I will make tea." Haya was about to get up when Biya told her and quickly went to the kitchen.

  "Thank you, aapi (Sister). Children, quickly finish your work."

  "Come in." As he gave her permission, she came inside and find her father sitting on the chair. His head was resting on the back of the chair and his eyes were closed while he was rubbing his forehead.

  "Papa." Biya put her hand on his forehead, and he felt a wave of relief run down his soul.

  "Biya..." Her father took her hand down from his forehead, then she forwarded a tablet and glass of water in front of him.

  "Papa tablet." Zaman silently took the tablet from her and after swallowing it, he hand the glass back to her. And Biya then forwarded the cup of tea to him.

  "Thank you."

"Papa, are you still angry with me? You should be. I'm not a good daughter of yours at all. I always make you tense. I always hurt you.....papa, I am very bad, am I not papa?" Biya was sitting near the chair of her father and crying. Her father took her in his embrace and then led her to the bed and made her sit there.

"Biya....my life. My princess....my fairy. Your papa isn't angry with you at all. Can anyone become angry with himself?" Her father was taking her in his arms and raised her face to wipe her tears. He then kissed her on her forehead. With that, Biya again started crying.

"Papa you are so nice.... you are the world's best papa. I love you, papa."

"You are also the best daughter in the world. And your papa always feels proud of you. I love you too." Her father cupped her face in his both hands. Biya kissed both hands of her father.

"Papa, I am so...."

"Sshhh...." Her father put his finger on her lips.

"Daughters don't ask for forgiveness when they didn't did a mistake."

"Now my fairy has to smile at me...." Biya smiled.

"Yes, that's my girl." She hugged her father and promised herself that no matter what happens again she will never create an opportunity to argue with her father.

"Biya, come to the kitchen. Take these things and make the dinner."

"Ufff these jealous people are again interfering between the love of father and daughter." On Biya blabbering, her father burst into laughter. And Biya also walked out smilingly.

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Mrs. Bina and her husband were sitting in the lawn on the chairs, gossiping about here and there matters. They glanced at Ayaan, who was also seated on the chair, his foot were on the table with a laptop in his lap. He was so engrossed in doing his work on the laptop.

A while later he also joined them in their conversation.

"Sikandar didn't come?"

"Papa, he is out of the city. I talked with him last night, he will come in a day or two. And then he has a meeting with a foreign delegation..."