Aisha entered the dining room. She could see her father's back. Neel was looking at her, stunned by her appearance. Noticing Neel's expression, Dhananjay turned around only to be shocked by Aisha's appearance. He immediately got out of his seat.
"What the hell are you wearing?" He yelled.
"What? What's wrong with my attire father?" Aisha asked holding two sides of her skirt and then twirled gracefully. "I don't understand, I look amazing in this." She said acting innocent.
"Black brings bad luck."
"Well, you are wearing black. Brother too. The servants are wearing black shoes and I have black hair, you have black hair and my brother too. Does that ever bring bad luck? No, right? Then how can a mere dress bring bad luck?"
" I don't care. Change it. "
" No. " Aisha said firmly.
" Why you—" before Dhananjay could raise his hand on Aisha. She quickly changed her expression and started to act timid, her eyes filled with tears.
