At That Moment ✔

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12th may 2023

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PREETA'S POV

After some days

I pause before pushing open the kitchen door and pull in a deep breath, trying and failing to calm my nerves. My parents are on the other side of this door, and just like it’s been for the past five days, I don’t want to see them. I love Maa and papa, but I don’t like them right now. Especially
Papa.

Maa hasn’t been so bad. She’s actually been more understanding than I thought she would. I mean, I know she doesn’t like that her and Papa caught me and Karan in
bed together. She’s expressed her disappointment multiple times over the fact that I slept with my Professor. A man who’s almost double my age. But at least she seems concerned about my feelings.

Papa though? He’s being a jerk and won’t listen to a word
I say about Karan. Any time I try to bring up the subject, he shuts it down, refusing any and all conversation about the matter.

He’s got it in his thick head that Karan took advantage of me. Like I’m a thirteen-year-old who’s not
mature enough to make my own decisions.

It’s frustrating. I want to smack him upside the head tolot of things in the world, but I’m eighteen and I know my
mind and heart. And both want Karan.

(A/N : Hey don't misunderstand preeta as she is blind in love ... also she is still a teenager  .. and during that time we almost every time ignore our parents words if they refuse our wants we will start hate them)

I hate disappointing my parents, and normally I do my best not to, but I’m not budging on this.
Squaring my shoulders, I push open the door leading to
the kitchen, and automatically pause when I just find maa
sitting at the kitchen table.

I let out a small sigh of relief
and walk straight to the fridge.
I feel Maa’s eyes on the back of my head.

“Good morning, Preeta.”

I respond without turning to face her.

“Morning maa.”

“Did you sleep well?”

I give her the truth. “Not really.”

It’s the same answer I’ve given her the last five mornings. I haven’t slept worth crap since Papa  forced Karan out of my room last week.

It doesn’t help that I haven’t seen or spoken to him since then either. Other than a few texts from him asking how I was,  Karan and I haven’t had any contact.

I guess Papa followed through with his threat to have him fired because he wasn’t at school
Thursday or Friday.
I can’t even go to his house to see him because Papa won’t let me leave the house, other than to go to school. He put a freaking tracking device on my car to ensure I didn’t go anywhere but there.

Let’s all say overboard together.

“Papa kaha hai?”

I don’t ask because I want to actually know where he is. I just need to know how much time I have before I have to face him again. It’s probably childish of me to think this way, but if he wants to treat me like a child, I’ll damn well act like one.

“Taking the trash out.”

Great. What I thought would be a reprieve really isn’t. Mom comes up beside me as I drop a bagel in the toaster. I ask something I’ve been wondering about