"This is not a joke." father said angrily
"I am also saying the same papa, this is my life not a joke which you're cracking from my childhood till now." replied Yash with pain and hurt dropping from his voice
Yash Pratap , An average student with...
"हज़ारों ख़्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख़्वाहिश पे दम निकले, बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले।"
-Mirza Ghalib
Hello watchers! So this the first chapter of the story and will show case a brief descrption Of Yash's family daily like.
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Yash was standing in front of the iron gate, scared to even touch it. He sighed and entered with his slow and shaky steps, wearing his school uniform which was looking nothing but a uncleaned dirty white shirt and black trousers with his tie loosen and hair messed up, black coat in his hands and once a polished black shoes was now dirty enough to get edge to be torn. His condition was giving direct signals that he came back after playing a football match which would not go unnoticed by his father surely and he was very afraid of it.
With shaking trembling hands he pressed the doorbell and waited for his mother to open the gate and taunt him for ruining his uniform. But to his surprise, the gate got opened by Yashi.
" Didi " Yash whispered weakly tried from the all day long activities
" How much? " Yashi whispered hoping for good but before Yash could answer loud yelling came from the living room shaking Yash's already trembling body. Yashi sighed and grabbed Yash's hand and dragged him inside in the living room where his father and mother was sitting, Raghav ad Kashi respectively.
" So, Nawab Sahab is here, huh! " Raghav taunted while standing up from his place and moved forward towards ash standing in front of him (note the sarcasm)
" Papa vo mai...... " Yash mumbled but got flinched by his father's shout
" What? Where were you? Did you even know how much that class teacher of yours calls me after every exam to complain about your so-called progress report which didn't show any progress from how many years? I also don't know. " Raghav yelled being frustrated from handling the calls between his office hours
" Papa ji, that I have scored better marks than previous one " Yash replied with stuttering between his talks feeling scared that what will happen now
" How much have you scored, huh? " Raghav asked with same harsh tone and cold eyes drilling holes in Yash's soul
" 67% " he replied timidly
" hmm, and before this you scored 43% , right! " His father asked in a calm tone, making Yash nobbed immediately. Suddenly silence filled the room making Yashi tensed and Yash nervous.
(Thud) Suddenly Yash fell down and gasped and escaped from Yashi's mouth, she ran to save Yash but was pulled back by her mother. Raghav slapped Yash making him fell down on the clod white marble tiles
