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๛𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭?

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞—𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.٭

𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐇

My eyes boiled with rage as I saw her standing next to him

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My eyes boiled with rage as I saw her standing next to him.

No. No fucking way.

My little angel… with the one man I never wanted near her... The man who’d ruined parts of me I never even show.

But damn it—he was my father.

And I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him.

Why the fuck does it have to be today?
I was here to start my birthday with her.
For the first time in years, I wanted this day to mean something.

But of course—he had to show up.
Ripping it all apart with his presence.

Maybe he remembered it's my birthday today?

I marched straight toward him, fury vibrating in my bones..“Kya kar rahe hai aap yahaan?”

(What the hell are you doing here?)

And before I could even breathe—
CRACK.
His fist slammed into my jaw.

My hand rose halfway. I wanted to hit back.
Every fucking nerve in my body screamed punch him.
But I stopped myself.

No. He’s my father.
No. I can’t…

Still—my voice cracked as I stared at him with blood pooling at the corner of my mouth.
“Kyun?”

(Why?)

I swiped my thumb across my lip and stared at the red smear. He’s still got that strength. Of course he does—The old man’s a trained mafia.

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