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Afterwards we came back from the hotel after that whole dramatic mess.
Bhai had a long, serious conversation with Dad.
Just the two of them.
Doors shut. Voices low.
God knows what they talked about.
And now here I am.
Dad was sitting right across from me. His elbows rested on his knees, and his fingers were loosely laced together.
His eyes were on me, calm, steady, and full of quiet worry.
I couldn't meet his eyes.
My hands were cold. My heart was beating too fast. I stared at the floor.
My throat felt tight. Like I had swallowed a stone that got stuck halfway.
"Ruhanika," Dad said softly.
His voice was low. Not angry. Not sharp. Just soft-the tone he rarely ever used. The kind that didn't scold, just cared.
"You should have told us what was going on. I would have made sure Samar never got close to you."
My chest tightened. I hadn't expected him to say it like that. Not with anger, but with protection.
I slowly looked up, just a little. His face wasn't angry. His brows weren't pulled tight. Just that same quiet concern.
"I..." My voice cracked. I tried again. Nothing came out.
I quickly looked away and rubbed my sweaty palms against the sides of my kurti. My fingers were shaking.
"I didn't think it would get serious," I finally whispered.
I paused and picked at the edge of my sleeve. I could still feel his eyes on me, steady and silent.
"I thought I could handle it myself," I said, softer this time.
Dad let out a quiet sigh and sat up straighter. His shoulders rose and fell slowly.
"I know you are capable enough to handle everything, beta. I am proud of that," he said, leaning forward a bit.
His words were soft, but they struck inside my heart.
"But just because you can do things alone, doesn't mean you have to."
And just like that my strength cracked a little.
His words were calm, but they hit something inside me. My stomach twisted.
"I didn't want anyone to worry about this," I mumbled.
My voice was so small, even I barely heard it.
Dad gave a tired smile and shook his head slowly.
"You don't have to carry the whole world on your shoulders to prove anything to anyone," he said.
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𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ♡ (Under Editing)
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