" Who was that boy, angel?" He asked coming forward and she started going backwards.
She started saying with her shaky voice," My.......umm......my.............
Because of fear, she isn't being able to form any words. She is crying and shivering lik...
I was laying on the couch and waiting for Papa's arrival. I was holding a book and trying to read it but I wasn't being able to read it properly.
My mind was actually trapped by that creepy man. I have already removed that ring which he put on me. I don't understand what's his problem. Is he any kind of mental patient?
I have to share everything about Mr Randhawa with Papa. I never hid anything from my Papa and I am sure he will help me out.
I was still trying to read the book when the doorbell rang. I looked at the door and I am sure it's Papa.
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Without wasting any time I ran towards the door and opened it hurriedly. And, I became shocked and horrified after seeing my father's condition. Tears started coming out of my eyes automatically.
My father was bleeding from his nose and lips. A purple bruise formed under his left eye. It seems like someone has punched him hard.
" Papa........Papa......what happened?" I asked panicking and held his arm.
He hissed in pain and didn't say anything. I took him to towards the couch and made him sit there. I ran inside my room and came back with a first aid box. Without wasting any time, I started cleaning his wounds.
" How did all this happen, Papa?" I asked him while shedding my tears.
He replied taking a deep breath," Debts, dear. Those people again came to take money from me."
" Why don't you just give them money and close this chapter? I can't see you hurt like that," I told while putting ointment on the wounds.
Papa replied sadly," I don't have enough money, dear."
" Then, sell this house. I will live under a tree happily. Not just that I am even ready to live on the streets but I can't see you getting beaten up every time," I said crying bitterly.
Papa didn't say anything further. I know it's not easy for him to sell this house because it was my mother's dream house. I know that Papa will die but he will never sell this house.
" I will find out a way soon," Papa said meekly and I just hope he finds out a way soon.
After taking care of his wounds, I made him eat dinner so that he can take his medicines. He always skips medicines that's why I have to take care of his medicines.
I laid him down on the bed and sat beside his head. I started stroking his hair gently while he continued looking at my face.
" What's bothering you, sweety?" Papa asked noticing the discomfort on my face.
I replied nodding my head in the negative," Nothing, Papa. I am fine."
" Are you hiding something from me?" He asked worriedly and I again nodded my head in the negative.
