Chapter 58.

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I wince slightly as I felt a stinging pain on my cheek. I close my eyes shut, tightly, at the pointed pain and then flutter my eyes open.

It took me some moments to adjust according to the light around me. So I blink my lashes repeatedly...

I look to my side only to get myself lost in those black orbs, which stares back at me intently.

I make my finger's way up to my cheek but stop in the midair as he stops me from doing so.

"Don't.....don't...touch it". his voice came out hoarse and raspy from the sleep, where his eyes stares intensely to my soul. His hand clutches my hand in a soft hold. And plant a soft kiss on my fingers.

He look in my eyes.

Eyes filled with concern..

Curiosity.

Hurt

And sleep...

Then all incidents of the morning flashes in front of me...

Meeting my dad......our argument....... My mom......and all the swearing..... And that slap....

A tear slip out of my eye and I shut it close...again.

Then I felt feather like kisses being planted on my neck and jaw.

"I.. I hate my ....I hate my dad, Randhir...! !" I cried out burring my face in his neck..turning on my side.

" me too." I hear him say as he plant a soft kiss on my temple...minding my hurting cheek.

After some moments of pure silence...

"Wanna tell me about it? What you talk about or anything.. But only if you want...! " I hear his sweet calm voice but its clear that he don't want to hear a 'no'.

I nod my head against his neck as he patted my hairs softly.

***

I enter in the room....

His office room.

His old eyes flicker in my direction behind those glasses... Which hung on his nose.

Those anger filled eyes. But hatred was still more in percentage.

I gulp hard, and somewhere I know, it is not going to ends well.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing here?" He shouts aloud and his voice boomed within the walls.

"Why you did this to me, dad? What I have ever done to you. Why dad? Am I that bad daughter..dad. " i chipped calmly. I try to stay strong but that stubborn tear slipped away.

He smirks. Dangerously.

"You really wanna know..OK." He took a pause.

" Then. ....because you are just like your mother. Just the same. Talking, walking, dressing up, accent... Every thing you have, relates to your mom. And I just fucking hated her." He shouted on top of his voice throwing all the papers from his desk, making me flinch.

"She also used to flinch like that. And I enjoyed it every time she flinch or cried." He chuckles...

Sudden hatred bubbles up in my heart...

but before I could say anything he added..

"Hey! Wait... You are alive. Oh shit. But, by the way your fucking husband barge in my house few months back and ask for you, I thought you are kidnapped or dead. Oh no. I had a so good plan of accusing your husband, for you getting missing, and claim or sue him... That he killed you or something but shit, here ..again...like your mother... ! You again ruined my plan.! " he chipped throwing his hands in air.

"You are the worst dad ever. You know that." I chipped clutching the back of the chair in front of me.

"And your mother was the worst wife ever. Just like mother so is daughter,,, bloody slu ...." I cut him in.

"don't you dare Mr. Aggarwal. To say any shit about my mother with your filthy mouth.." I shout over the top of my voice.

He looked shocked for a moment.

"Think again before shouting at me, you little .." I cut him again.

"Shout... !! I hope my mother had done that before me. We would have a lot better life." I spat back.

I don't know where the courage was coming from. But I just did it.

"Mind your tongue." He chipped in deadly angered voice coming near me

But now his threatening does not effect me.

"Or what? You will kill me like you killed my mother." I snapped.

His expression which are shocked few minutes back are now changed to amusement...

"What is there to smirking at? " I spat back.

With a long pause.....

"I didn't kill her.! " he chuckles.

I look at him confusingly...

"And you think I will believe you?" I asked.

"In fact ....I never said she is dead" he smirks widely...

Oh no.

"What ...what do you mean.?" I asked stepping closer to him.

He just smirk and turn away but I pulled him by his shoulder and make him look at me.

"I asked , what you MEAN?" I asked him, clutching his shirt.

" do you really think I will answer you?" He smirks.

"Is she alive, I mean my mother, my own mother was alive all the time I think she is not?" I whispers, tears skipping out of my orbs blurring my view. I cover my mouth with my hand as sobs escapes from my lips.

"I didn't said that." He chipped.

"Huh...what do you mean, then?" I just cant just stop my tears now.

He is playing with me.

Is he speaking the truth?

Should I believe him?

He must be just...could he???

I look up at him.

"You know you are the worst father a girl can have.. And a worst husband..." I chipped but wince in next moment as he tug my hairs in a tight grip, making my hair ripe out from their roots.

"I'm not worst. Its your mother who make me do this. and you, don't deny that you are not enjoying being the whore of that filthy rich billionaire..... Just a whore, a slut, just like your mother.! " he chipped tugging my hairs back, harshly..

It angered me to the core...

But I pushed him hard

"My mother was not a whore, she don't even deserve a husband like you, you are a monster. the person who is the sinner here is ..you.....and you think you can use me for getting money. You are mistaken Mr Aggarwal... Now I will make sure that you wont even get a penny..for...." Before I could complete my words, he slaps me right on the cheek.

My head snapped to side, I stumble and the corner of the desk, hit me hard in my ribs before And I landed on the floor.

***

I look up at him, still crying and witness Randhir's blood shot red eyes with anger.

Oh god!

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