"Unraveled Destinies"

chapter 63

I want to give her the best proposal of her life because she truly deserves it. Ahh! I just wish I could give her the world, especially after everything she has been through. The challenges she faced and how she stood strong all along inspire me every day. I want to make this day unforgettable for her!

She deserves every single thing in this world. My thoughts drift back to our discussion after the Karwa Chauth night when she shared her dream of getting into IIM college and landing a good job so she could open her own business.

But then Rajat uncle crushed all her hopes in an instant when he refused to pay her college fees. My jaw clenched as I remembered how a father could treat his own daughter like this! Daughters are supposed to be the apples of their fathers' eyes. He truly needs a psychiatrist.

I could have easily proven him to be mentally unstable and had him sent to an asylum for the way he has shattered his daughter's mental health. Yet, he still shows no regret for his actions.

I want him to feel the weight of every single thing he has done. The urge to make him kneel before her and beg for her forgiveness is so intense that only I know how hard I am trying to control it.

Each moment, I feel the fire of anger burning inside me, wishing he could understand the pain he has caused.

All of this is because of her! Only because of her! If she hadn't made me promise that night not to harm him or do anything to make him regret his actions.

It was foolish of her to believe that men like him would ever realize their mistakes on their own and feel guilty about it.

She is just too innocent and too hopeful for something that's almost impossible. If only she could have given me one single chance, just one opportunity to take down that man!

I closed my eyes, trying to control my anger as her soft voice echoed in my ears. Her face appeared in my mind as she told me how she didn't want to cause any problems with him.

I felt the weight of her words pressing down on me, amplifying my frustration. How could she not see the truth? How could she still care for someone who has hurt her so deeply?

The conflict within me was suffocating, torn between my desire for justice and my promise to her.

"No, Kabir, I am not protecting him; I am just protecting myself! Because nothing in this world can change the fact that I am his daughter. The man you want to harm is my father, and I can't bear to hear a single word against him, let alone let you hurt him. Even if it was only for the first two years of my life, he loved me, and I can't do this to him.

I am his daughter, Kabir. If you hurt him, the blood will flow out of me. If you cause him pain, I will feel it too, and I really can't help it. This is it, and I can't change this fact. All I want is the safety of my mumma and my brother-that's it. When it comes to him, I don't have any relationship with him-neither love nor hatred. I just want to free myself."

Those were her words as she broke down in my arms, and my hands instinctively went to her back, rubbing it gently to soothe her.

"I'm sorry, Abir! But please promise me that you won't do anything to him," she said, hugging me tightly. That promise is the reason I can't do anything to that man-at least not until he stops hurting her again.

That man has really got a goddess in the form of a daughter, yet he doesn't even appreciate her.

My train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door, pulling me back to reality.

"Come in," I replied, straightening up in my chair.

"Sir, these are the papers for the Shrivastava property. Mr. Shrivastava has signed them, and we just need to get them stamped now," my assistant Daksh said, sliding the envelope of papers onto my desk before leaving the room.