(Hey anthologies,
Sup
Well, I am under headache and medication today yet I can write this beautiful chapter with a craze that we have reached chapter 70th of the story!
And we are finally reaching the last part of the story...
Yours,
Author)
but somewhere it all the hell seems to pay off in many ways...
Like both were considered brilliant minds of their class although the sister was comparatively luminous like the sun in all her grades however papa was a little nasty and naughty that's why he had gone through many episodes with grandpa,
I think you know what I mean here...
many times it was truly said that went as you are working under the shadow, it falls on you that even my papa had to face the wrath of grandpa yet he seem to be stubborn in many cases-just like my grandma maybe that was something he inherent that's why maybe he has gained the title of 'Shati devi 2.0' from my mother yet he didn't go in front to spark a riot or flame a cigarette, that has been a relieve
However, when my bua was once beaten by grandpa, it turned into chaos-no she wasn't anything like papa, She was silent and sincere but once grandpa got home extremely tired-He would expect nothing to come in his way of peace but then she asked in fright- "Papa I need shoes..."
And so in an instant, he jumps off his well-poised posture and started to take his frustration out on her... Mercilessly
The reason may have been the lack of fixed savings and also he had two families to sustain in a competitively small amount of money...but what a juvelliam would have understood that!
That she cried out asking what was her fault but... Like a beast, he didn't think of any consequence...
Inculcating something equivalent to a death call into a child's heart...
And the consequence was- She was caught up in an unbreakable fever with his eyes which didn't stop weeping that her life was at the stake
That put a fright into his soul!
"I am sorry... meenu" he approached only to find her shivering to even his reach... Like he was about to eat her!
Dreadful guilt... Overture
As it was toppled his anger and his rage all shattered into pieces.
And hence he sweater to himself-he was not going to pull his hand onto anyone!
I say, anyone!
This was good in some cases yet worst in others...