Malang

07. Cracks.

#fact1 my college & family commitments just delayed it
#fact2 i have no clue how this is but like something better than nothing and i really really hope you all are doing good. stay home guys and thanks for waiting.

07. Cracks.

"I will give you a tight slap Aadya if you do not finish this in next five minutes." I gritted my teeth, pointing a finger at her.

"Amma." She nervously tried to put in her demand but shivered percieving my glare. She was least accustomed to my rage to know how to deal with it.

"Shut it." I declared, cleaning the dishes from the table. "You should not have begged me to make this for you if you were so sure you wanna starve and stay so lean."

"Arryn. Lower the volume damn it." I yelled and he mumbled a tender sorry before following my instruction. "And Aathiya, it is my last warning. If I find your crayons still sprawled up on bed, you are dead."

I'd my head bursting and bombarding with thoughts too outrageous that it was too difficult to keep myself calm and breathe fresh air. I was frustrated, I was furious with possibly no idea about how to resolve it or feel even slightly better.

"Arsalan." I finally sighed, giving my body a much needed pause, standing against the kitchen counter.

"How dare you?" I had hardly noticed how loud my heart was throbbin' when his harsh voice over the phone made me skip a beat. "I love you, I let you free doesn't mean I'll take any shit from you Sithara."

I just gaped, losing power over myself, realizing I was speechless because I had been late. "Sithara you have no right to misbehave with my father. Fucking no right."

"Sithara are you effing dead now? Tell me." He screamed, making water rush into my eyes.

"Arsalan." I spoke cutting off the sound of my name from his lips. " I did not.."

"Listen, just know, I owe your family absolutely nothing, they barely deserve my niceness. So you better caution them against shitting in my life again and again. I will really destroy them at once and the game would be over."

"Arsalan enough okay." I retorted a little boldly, wiping off the tear on my cheek. Whatever, I couldn't hear against my family, especially not against his father.

I heard Arsalan suck in a deep breath of anger. I could only wonder what his father had filled his ears with because I certainly did not do anything wrong.

"You really think I will let your father say rubbish to mine and then quietly witness my wife forget who he is and add cherries to it." He exclaimed and it fumed me more.

"I don't owe you any explanation 'cause I can feel how available you are to hear my part of the story, regardless, just ask your father to mind his fucking, shitty business and stop greedily gawking at my father's money." I responded with an equal crisp.

"Money?" He chuckled and I could sense the bitterness, one which I hadn't heard for so long. "His son could buy your father's whole business and still be left with billions."

"Ofcourse, his son can, you can, yeah? But very unfortunately, this does not seem to content your Dad at all, the reason why he can't resist but poke his nose in what my family is upto. Right?" I could feel the heat and redness of my skin.

"Come on Sithara." He ridiculed. "Stop pleasing yourself with lies, your family doesn't care, my father was only using his right to friendly enquiry. He is your father-in-law and he has all rights to know, I have the right to know too. We pay your bills, they don't." I expected so much better from Arsalan but he did the damage, his words pierced right through and echoed in my heart.