𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 | Preeran ✓

The daughter | chapter thirteen

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➳ C H A P T E R  T H I R T E E N
the daughter.
karan's pov.

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AMYRA IS MY DAUGHTER.

"Are you serious, Suhail?" I asked him once again, with amusement.

"I'm two-hundred percent sure the report is positive, karan. I don't have to lie to you - and, you and Preeta looks so great, together." Suhail said and I squinted my eyes. Wait, how does he know, that amyra is preeta's daughter

"Yeah," I smiled to myself and then something snapped. "Wait, how do you know the child is mine and Preeta's?"

"You didn't have to tell me, Karan. I knew itbfrom the university, when she was so sick onnthe graduation's morning. And someone - or the doctor in me noticed that." Suhail said and I smiled, nodding my head at him. Suhail and I were good friends since we were in twelve. And of course, he know about preeta. I put the report in the envelope and got up from the chair. Suhail had really helped me a lot.

"Thank you so much, mate! You've really helped me a lot, today." I said, shaking my hands with his. He smiled giving me a side hug.

"It was nothing, karan. I'm really happy to see you happy, karan. But, I've a small favour, that I want you to do for me."

"Yeah, sure." I said.

"Don't forget to invite me to your wedding." Suhail said and I rolled my eyes.

"You'll be the first, Malik." I said and got up from the chair and went outside and sat in my car with a grin on my face. I'm not exaggerating, but today is the second time, i've been happy in these seven years. But - what would preeta say when I tell her that I stole hair strand from our daughter's room? I know, I've not been there with her when she needed me - but, at least she should've told me about Amyra.

I put the reports in the back seat and drove to preeta's place. Probably, she'll be getting ready to her office. It's already eleven forty-five. I smiled and started the engine to get to her place.

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I parked the car and got down from the car. I shoved the reports in the car's seat pocket at the back and walked through the way to enter into her house. The house was filled with something so heavenly and cozy smell. As I was about to go into kitchen, I heard a cough from behind. I turned around and saw Amyra coughing, eating her breakfast. My daughter.

I quickly leap forth and gave her the glass of water. She took it from my hands and gulped it down. She looked at me and squinted. "Thank you, Sir. But who are you?"

Something, inside me, got crushed. Of course, she doesn't know me. I wonder if she knows who am I, she'll look at me with disgust. I know - how much preeta hates me and . . . she must have said something about me, which is not appealing.

"Uh, I'm your Mum's friend, bud." I smiled and she nodded before getting back to her drawing. I ruffled her hair and she glared at me.

"I hate - when people does that to my hair." Amyra said and started to scribble the crayons. I chuckled, looking at her. Well, she's definitely my daughter. I peeped into the kitchen and saw sarla aunty and few other maids were working.

"Girlfriend number one, I'm so damm hungry," I said and every maid turned around except sarla aunty. I leaned on to the wall and watched sarla aunty. She stopped her work and didn't even turned around.

"Yes, boyfriend number two, have some patience, I'll get you some food," Sarla aunty said without turning around and I grinned. Its been years since we've spoke like this to each other. Finally, she turned around and guess what . . . she's crying. I smiled and hugged her. I hugged my second mom. "Where were you these days, huh? I missed you, karan."

"I missed you too, Mum." I said, breaking the hug and she wiped her tears.

"You ate your breakfast? If not, go and sit on the table, I'll bring you food."

"No maa, I just ate and came. I'll go wait outside for preeta. Just came to see you and . . . Amyra." I concluded and she absent-mindly nodded her head and I smirked before leaving the kitchen. Before, I could take another step, someone from behind pulled me back and it was, of course, sarla aunty.

"Karan, how the hell do you know about, Amyra?" She whispered and I smirked.

"I know everything about Amyra, Mum. How many more days you'll hide amyra from me? I deserve to know!" I yelled and she sighed.

"It's really not my place to tell about, Amyra, Karan. Preeta should be the person telling you." Sarla maa sighed.

"Okay, then. I'll ask her directly, today. Where is she? She's in her room, isn't it - getting ready for her office?" I asked and went into the living room. Before I climb the stairs, I heard amyra.

"Uncle, Mum is not home. And please - don't shout― Thank you."

I sighed and slapped my forehead. Amyra is definitely like her mom.

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a u t h o r s  n o t e
kalachashmas.

alright, listen up. i'm really sorry for not updating the chapter - as i promised. i really had my tests, family weddings, farewell party + my voice is completely gone, because of all the shoutings i did at my school farwell. so, i had to stay in the house without saying a word. my throat's still sore and i'm merely speaking, so yeah, it's a progress. but, nonetheless, thank you for waiting! i love you all so much.

i know, the chapter's boring af, but - i wanted you all to know, how close, karan and sarla arora's relationship. how close they are + amyra's character with strangers.
thank you. ♥