Picture of Kayal's House👆

>>>>>

"Kayal, why are you late today?" our neighbour, Lakshmi Aunty, asked as I was walking home after work. Standing beside her was another neighbour, Susila Aunty, who watched me with concern.

"Why, Aunty? Did something happen while I was away? Why do you sound so worried?" I asked.

"No, dear. Didn't you notice the time? I saw your father pacing back and forth, saying that you still hadn't come home."

Oh, my God!

I immediately looked at the screen of my old Nokia phone, only to realise it was already 8:12 p.m.

Holy crap! I completely forgot to check the time.

"No, Aunty. I missed the bus I usually take home today. That's why I'm late."

"It's alright, dear. Hurry home now. Otherwise, you know what will happen."

She was right. She knew exactly what my family was like and understood my situation better than most people. Thinking about the consequences awaiting me, I quickly said goodbye to both aunties and rushed home.

Before you misunderstand something, let me tell you one thing.

Please don't think my father was searching for me because he was worried about my safety or because he cared about me.

The real reason for his restlessness was much simpler.

Today was payday.

That's all he cared about.

What an irony my life had become.

As I reached our front gate, I carefully pushed it open, making sure it didn't make a sound, and stepped into our small garden. Standing before the old wooden front door, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety building inside me. I already knew what was waiting on the other side.

I knocked softly.

The door opened with a sharp click.

Standing before me was my lovely father, wearing his usual cold and expressionless face

~~~~~

Hi Lovelies,

This is for today. I know it's a small chapter but in future, I will try to write more...

If you liked the chapter please press the star button and support this new writer. Let me know your thoughts about this chapter. ✌️

Thank u and Take care☘️❤️