Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

Epilogue

Epilogue

"Kiara!" I shouted, huffing as she ran around the mansion, her giggle echoing on the walls. For an eight-year-old, her speed outnumbered, not caring her father was trying to catch her. "Eat your food!"

"I don't want to!" She exclaimed, halting at the top of the stairs, her hands crossed over her chest, her chin jutted out as if commanding me to listen to her and I was one of her subjects. I did say she was the princess but it didn't mean literally. "I want to go."

"You won't go anywhere until you eat your food and complete your homework," I said sternly. "K, step down."

"I won't," She dared.

Looks like me, habits like her mother.

Too stubborn.

"Kiara."

"Papa," She dragged.

Stay calm.

Her voice echoed in my mind, only place where I could hear her now.

Promise me you will always stay calm with them.

Promise me, Kabir.

I had promised her.

"K, step down," I said calmly. "Fine. Fine. I will take you tomorrow to the carnival. I promise."

"Pakka?"

"Pakka, now step down. Your brother is waiting for his lunch too."

Smiling through tooth gaped mouth, she ran down the stairs to the dining room while I kept behind her, raising my hands in the air at her behavior. Such a cruel daughter I had.

Sighing, I walked to the dining room, leaned to the door whilst Kiara and Adyant filled their share of plates.

"Don't forget the salad," I pointed out to Adyant, my finger waving at it.

"Fine," He grumbled.

"Wait a second." Tearing from the door, I trudged to his side as he tried to cover his face by the elbow. "From where you got this cut?"

"Which cut?"

"That one, bro," Kiara pointed her finger at his cheek, grinning. "Tell papa how you got it."

"K!" He hissed. "Shut up."

"That's no way to talk to your sister." Grabbing his face, I turned and cursed. "And your face is covered with dust. Who did this?" I groaned. Not another fight, but yet my hands were aching to know who inflicted this pain on him.

"No one."

"I tell you. I tell you!" Kiara jumped on her seat, her fork directed to the ceiling. "A girl. Mohini."

"What?" I asked with amusement and sat back on my seat, curious at where this conversation was folding into. "Why? Explain, Adi, why?"

"She was teasing Kiara," He said helplessly. "Saying her fat. Her older brother fought, not Mohini."

I frowned, now that wasn't amusing. I stole a glance at Kiara whose head was bent, her cheeks puffed in humiliation, her brown hair tied in a messy high ponytail. I needed to improve my skills of helping her with the hair.

"I will see into it," I clipped. "No more fights, okay?"

"No, papa," He argued, his black-inked hair overgrown. If Alina would have been here, she would have killed me for not taking care of them. "I don't want to be a daddy helper."