" I just don't want to listen !! " She screamed on top of her voice . " No one loves me !" Tears spilt out with a lump forming in her throat . " Beta suno toh ! " She tried to explain hoping that she would understand her concern . " No ! " she whined louder . " Why do you behave like this ? " she raised her voice little higher on finding her disrespect to obey her truthful regard . " Why do you care ? So that you can give orders to me ? " she sneered sarcastically while sobbing. How dare she ? was the only thing came to her mind that drove her nerves boiling with by her spewing disrespectful and careless words .
" Now that's enough ! Don't raise your voice ! " she remarked reaching the zenith of her patience of trying to make her understand for the past couple of hours . " Right ! I have no rights to raise my voice ...cause you all hate me and think I'm very bad ! Its you who all are bad ! who have such low mentality ! " she roared pushing the flower vase on the table to the ground making it break into millions of pieces . That was it ! " How dare you ?" She was enraged by her attitude and swiftly moved towards her to slap her to owe some piece of mind . " Nisha ! " someone stopped in the middle and her hands came down . Seeing the person stopping , she cried louder and ran into her room locking it .
"Kabir ! She's just turning worse day by day ! " she said with fury . " Bacchi hai Nisha ! " Kabir tried to justify . " Bacchi ? She's 16 for heaven sake Kabir ! Badi hai woh ...she should understand her responsibilities ! " She shouted . Unpleased by her , Kabir sighed . " Nisha , don't forget , she's a teen , like that of a soft clay , being hard on her can bring a rough impression . " Kabir tried to make peace with her rage. " Really ? Then why don't you make her understand then ?" she advanced being sad and angry both at the same time .
He sighed with the tough ladies on being the part of his life . But he loved them to bits to disregard them . On having a serious issue to solve , he slowly advanced towards his daughters room with a cool attitude like that of the himself .
*KNOCK*
" Jiya ...Beta , open the door , Its your dada " Kabir said with all his love and care he had for his little princess . " Nehi ! " she sobbed and his heart ached . " Princess ...Dada wont scold you ...please open the door baccha ! " he said in a voice even more softer that could melt his darling daughter ever so easily . " I wont open the door ! " she was stubborn , the best thing her father loved . She was stubborn on giving up , even in the race of life too . For him being stubborn does characterize a person being bad and never his daughter at all . If she was stubborn her , she was stubborn in other situations too . She was too much stubborn to give up , be it good or bad . Even on having such a trait , she was his understanding child , who on making understand shines in her place and makes sure that she never repeats the mistake again . After all a father understands a daughter's good even when she does something wrong. Kabir was no less too . " Why are you angry ? You know na , mama is a lady dragon huh .." he said slowly in a low audible voice making sure that it does reach to his wife's ear .
" Please go !" she shouted loudly . " Okay fine I'm going ..." he said as if he lost hope hiding behind the wall squeaking an *Ah * knowing that her daughter would immediately open up if her father was hurt . On not hearing him , She opened the door succeeding his plan successfully . " Dada " she mumbled being scared and he slowly went into her room sitting on the bean bag comfortably smiling at his princess's concern . " Ah " he let out a painful groan to bring her attention . Shocked more than surprised on finding him in her room , she stood tried to gather the pieces of puzzle . " This is not fair ! " She stood angrily . " What is not fair ? " he questioned tongue in cheek . " How did you enter ? " she scrunched her reddish nose . " By wlaking by the door " he replied laughingly . " Now don't tell me its bad ...I knocked the door in a mannered way , you didn't open up ..so I came in K style " he giggled in a stylish way .
" Dada !! " she cried sitting on the bed making her already red face redder . It pained or rather killed him to see his bundle of joy crying. If it wasn't Nisha, he would have brought a wrath to the person on making her cry. " All of them hate me ! " she cried even more . He rushed next to her and patted her lovingly . " Who said so ? " he asked while getting a glass of water to make her better and made her drink . " All of them !! " she whined louder .
He knew his words stuck the right chord as his daughter is more understanding and patient than his naughty son, her brother precisely. " That means this is not the right age ...I want to be your princess dada ...I'll be the queen when time will come ...I'm sorry for what I did " she held her ears and cried hugging him . " No princess ...if you don't make such mistakes then how will you know whether your right or wrong ? " he comforted her. While she kept sobbing for making her mom angry and red in shame .
"If you cry like this na ...then my wifey will go mad again then your proud brother will join her and we'll have to do the kitchen stuff ! " He said with a fake horrified face. She giggled to his words. " Riaan will get from me then " she laughed .
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