Samarth Saxena, the most feared businessman of the country. He is strong, powerful, cruel but also devilishly handsome. Girl swoon over his one smile. He is the crush of a millions of girls.
But, his life is his daughter, Pari. He is ready to do any...
"Maza aa raha hai?" Jiya asked Pari while giving her a bath. Pari was busy splashing the water and she had made Jiya wet with her mischief. "Aapne pura geela kar diya hai mujhe Pari." Jiya said pouting to which Pari chuckled and stuck her tongue out. "Ohh sorry, Jiya Mamma. But, mujhe maza aa raha hai, aap bhi aao na iss tub mein." Pari started pulling Jiya's wrist to drag her inside the bathtub. "No, no bachha---Mamma has already taken bath. And, thanks to you, am almost drenched. Ab jaldi se kapda nahi change kiya na maine, toh mujhe sardi lag jayegi. Annchhooo!" Jiya faked a sneeze making Pari's face turn serious.
"Mamma, then you go and change your clothes. I don't want you to catch cold." Pari said with the kindness almost of a mother. Jiya smiled at the tiny girl and the concern she had for her. She placed a kiss on her forehead. "Mera caring bachha." Jiya remarked and as she was about to go out Pari called her. Jiya turned back and looked at her questioningly. "I love you Mamma." Jiya's smile just grew wider at her confession. "I love you too, bachha. Now call me once you're done okay?" She instructed her and got out of the washroom.
Samarth was sitting on the bed, all dressed up, staring at his phone. As the washroom door opened, he lifted his head and looked into that direction. Jiya was wearing an oversized pale colored tee with white shorts that hardly reached her knee. Her hair was tied in a messy bun with few strands of her hair falling on her face.
Her hair didn't attract Samarth to ogle at her nor did the length of her shorts. It was her drenched up tee which looked inviting. The t shirt stuck to her upper body like second skin. She looked at him and frowned as she found him staring. She walked up to him and soon his gaze was nowhere on her face. It was traveling lower and she gasped in offence when it settled on her bosom. "Excuse me, Mr. Saxena. What do you think you are doing?" She snapped her fingers at him.
She was surprised as neither he retorted nor shifted his gaze. She then realized in what condition her tee was. "Shaadi ke gift mein na, tumhe blinds gift karungi. Besharam Sanki Saxena." She cursed as she rushed around to grab her towel. She wrapped it around herself and saw that Samarth's face was flushed. He cleared his throat. "Tum jaldi se taiyyar ho kar aajao. I--I will be in the dining section of the resort." Samarth instructed and even before Jiya could reply, he rushed out of the room.
Jiya giggled at his condition. But, she later blushed as she recollected the intensity with which he had looked at her.... Well few things should be left unanswered. Jiya shook her head and changed into an indigo colored summer dress. It had thin straps and the sunflowers on the dress made it look cooler and comfortable. She quickly worn it and helped Pari in getting dressed up too.
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She came towards the table where Samarth was sitting. He was reading a magazine. Pari came and jumped on him causing him to almost fall off the chair. "Aap darr gaye the na, Papa?" Pari asked while giggling making Jiya giggle too. "Of course. Aap aise lion ki tarah mere upar jump karoge toh main darunga nahi?" Samarth grinned while Jiya simply smiled. She had noticed many times how Samarth's tone would change rapidly when he would talk with Pari. He would no longer be the rude and egoistic billionaire but instead became a loving, caring and sweet father.
