Ruthless, arrogance, rudeness, heartless, handsome, dashing, these words will be an understatement for defining him.
She is a mixture of love, care, sweetness, smartness and sassyness.
She loves somebody else, but when he lay his icy hands on her...
"He's lucky to have a loving daughter, like her." Ishaan said turning his gaze back to the sea waves.
"What are you doing here?" He asked still his gaze was fixed on the sea. His face was straight.
Nivi didn't utter anything. She sat there still without answering him. Ishaan looked at her, and he sighed.
"I'm sorry." Nivi answered lowering her gaze to her lap
"For what baby? You didn't do anything wrong?" Ishaan asked further, while placing his hand on the back of her head.
"You are not mad at me?" She asked.
Ishaan smiled and shook his head.
"Why would I be mad at you? I'm not." He said.
Nivi looked at him. He was facing the sea. His face seemed exhausted and plain. It was void.
His life is not moving. He feels he is stuck on some particular phase of his life. He wanted to scream, cry, let his frustration out. But he was not doing anything. His heart was bleeding. Still he is not reacting, but welcoming the tears, pain, hurt and disaster of life.
"When Mommy first left me on elementary school, I was surrounded by my mates on school. They were happy and excited to meet and befriend with me. They asked me about my name, then Mommy's name and Dad's. It was the first time, I was hearing that word. I never knew, before that. I confusingly asked them, what does that mean. They asked you don't know about daddy and all of them together laughed at me. I felt so bad. Tears were at verge. I didn't talk to any of them. When Mommy picked me up from there, my face was grumpy and sad. She bought my favourite snacks for making it up to me. Still, I was the same. When we reached home, I asked her where is my daddy? I saw her face stiffened. Her face has lost its colour. I was still looking for answer but she immediately changed the topic. I asked it few more times, later. The same thing repeated. But one day, I just shouted that I wanted to see my daddy. I saw the tears which gathered in her eyes. She went inside the room started to cry, I assumed. When Mommy opened the door, it was red and puffy. I never asked about it further. But I saw when we are walking through the streets, some oldies says something like slut, whore. I didn't understand what it means, that time. And when I joined school, same thing repeated. Whenever, whoever put forward this question, what about your dad? I just don't answer it, though they still make fun of me. I never had any friends. Neither I tried to make. I just feel so lonely, whenever everyone in class is enjoying in free period, lunch breaks I sit there like a stone watching them. Them enjoying, having fun, laughing their heart out but I just sit on the corner of a class watching everything. I just feel so miserable. I'm all alone in school and even in home. How would I tell Mommy about my problems? How much I can tell her? Even if I can, there's a limit for it. I cannot tell her everything of my problems. I knew something was in her life, I cannot make her more heartbroken that too because of me. So I kept telling her, that I just feel like to be alone. There were so many nights that I kept crying over my life. I just knew only one person, it was Mommy. Movies, series and books made me realise what actually daddy is. I don't know what was the incident, that caused you to part away. I don't know you, but seeing the children with their father, I wanted to see you. I wanted to know you. But how? To whom should I ask? Mommy don't have any friends, who knows her completely. One day, I met Ved. Within few days we became friends. And a situation came where I found Mommy's diary. We read it. I read a particular line which says your name. Vedant told me about you and your tattoo. I wanted to see you, I saw you that day. I was beyond happy. But you didn't smile at me, and Vedant told me what happened outside when I was in the ICU. I thought you hate us. I felt bad and miserable, that I end up talking to you rudely. If my words hurt you, then I'm extremely sorry, Dad!" Nivi completed, while tears were flowing.
Ishaan listened everything, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his embrace. Nivi wrapped her arms around his torso.
"I'm sorry, dad." Nivi whimpered, pressing her face into his chest.
"Nivi," Ishaan kept his behind her head, slowly gave a pat.
"Baby, please." Ishaan requested.
"Look at me," he made her look at her and he wiped her tears which reached her cheekbone.
"I saw her, everything flashed into my mind. I was unknown, what to react. I never knew that I had a daughter. That time, I lost my mind. I was numb to react. Don't know what came to my mind that time, I behaved like that to you. I'm also sorry." Ishaan apologized.
Nivi looked up and wiped his tears.
"Don't cry." She said in a slow voice.
Ishaan kissed her forehead.
"By the way, are you Okay now?" Ishaan asked, ruffling her hairs.
"Okay." Nivi answered.
"Dad," she called.
"Hnn? What?"
"Dad," Nivi emphasized the word a smiling.
Ishaan smiled back and said "Yeah, what were you going to say?"
"Haww, I forget!." She said with a toothy smile making him chuckle.
"Dad,"
She called again.
"Did you regained it?" Ishaan asked, smiling.
"Mommy." Nivi said looking at him.
"Where?" Ishaan asked knitting his eyebrows.
Nivi pointed behind him. Ishaan looked around and found her standing right behind him. He ran his hand through his already messy hairs looking straight at the sea. He bit his lower lip and gulped.
"I should leave then." Nivi said in a slow voice while pulling back from his embrace. Ishaan left her. Nivi stood up and moved towards the sea.
Jhanvi sat beside him. Ishaan fisted on his pants. She was fiddling with her fingers. Ishaan looked at her nervous face. It was glowing in the moonlight.
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