Is He A She?!

Mission objectives

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Mission objectives

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"Hmm... yeah, okay... amma!" I groaned as I pressed the phone close to my ear as if the guys who are passing by could hear it, "Shh amma. Quit it!"

I was filled to the neck with exasperation as my mother advised. I have been managing very well here for three months and I didn't think this advising spree was needed.

"You can return home, you know..." amma dragged, obviously sulking.

"We are not having this conversation, okay?" I snapped.

I heard my mother reply something before there was a muffled shuffling sound and hushed whispers.

I sighed as I cast my eyes across the courtyard. I came running after the bell rang to call home so that I didn't have to talk in front of the other guys. But my amma had dragged the phone call this long that the guys were starting to return.

I gave a fake casual smile and a single wave to some of the guys who passed the courtyard to enter the dorm building.

"Uthra," a voice, that used to be once forever calm but now stressed out, called me.

"Appa?"

It came out more like a question.

I haven't talked to my father that much after I came here. To be precise, I haven't talked at all. Amma said he was filled with guilt to the core and that he couldn't find the courage to talk to be after sending me to an all boys school.

"H—How are you?" He sounded breathy and suddenly my throat felt swollen.

Princess...

Was that old calm voice forever gone?

"I'm great, pa," I said and a single tear rolled down my right cheek.

I turned away so that I wasn't facing the courtyard or the incoming guys and wiped the tear.

God, I hadn't realised how much I missed him.

"I miss you, princess," he whispered and my throat choked.

Don't get me wrong. I loved my mother very much and she was a darling. But I was always a daddy's girl.

"I miss you more, appa," I whispered in my own voice, not the fake deep voice I put on here. My real, girl voice.

"Then.." he struggled with his words, "Then, why don't you return..?"

My hand froze on the earpiece and if it wasn't for the fact that I was leaning on the nearby booth, I would've fallen. I stomped my weak knees on the ground forcefully so that I wouldn't fall.

Hearing my amma say that was... just different. She says that knowing very well I won't come home without making Rohan normal. But hearing my appa say it— god, there was so much hope and longing in it. And also one more thing.

Surety.

He was sure his little girl would come at once he called. I would... if I hadn't come to know Rohan. He needed me. And—and I need him too. He was my best friend.