𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you...
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Lovely, don't you ever change Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you A-just the way you look tonight
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K A R T I K
“And I think you should take a look at the stock report— Kartik, are you even listening?” Dad scolded me, his voice sharp. We were in the office, and it was already 7:30 PM.
He had been pointing out every mistake I had made this year. The frustrating part was that he’d been with me since morning. We left the house at 6:00 AM, and Lili was still asleep when I left. She’d been with Mom all day, and I hadn’t even heard her voice.
Dad hadn't given me a moment to breathe, let alone talk to her. Even during lunch, we were joined by business associates, and I couldn’t catch a glimpse of her or get a chance to call.
I missed her terribly.
Now, as I was finally preparing to leave for home, Dad stopped me again, pointing out more minor mistakes in stock reports and banking. It wasn’t like I made mistakes often, but Dad had a way of finding the tiniest errors.
All I wanted was to go home, see Lili, enjoy the food she made, and fall asleep in her arms. But Dad wasn’t letting me off the hook. He wasn’t in the mood to stop.
“Dad, I'm hungry,” I had said, hoping to wrap things up and leave. But Dad just glanced outside and responded, “We have some time,” his tone as firm as ever.
I rolled my eyes. Dad was relentless when it came to correcting even the smallest errors. I had no choice but to endure another round of his scolding.
After what felt like an eternity, nearly an hour later, Dad finally stood up. “Let's go now,” he said, moving towards the door. I wasted no time, quickly grabbing my things and heading to the car. I started the engine and drove at a steady pace—fast, but not too fast—knowing Dad would give me an earful if I sped up.
“Stop here,” Dad suddenly said. I immediately pulled over.
“What happened, Dad?” I asked, confused. A man approached the car and handed Dad a box. Dad gave him some money in exchange.
“Start the car,” he said, without offering any explanation. I couldn't help but ask, “What's in the box, Dad?”
He ignored me. His silence stung, but it wasn’t new. He’d always been distant, cold even.
