Chapter-2

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Here I present you the second chapter of this story.Hope you enjoy it.

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Zarun shouted angrily.

Whose birthday today?
Today is my birthday; my special day.
So my choice should be preferred ; Not this witch.

He bursted out his anger towards sara.

Mr.Malik looked at him in red eyes.
And unknowingly he raised his hands and slapped zarun.

He(zarun) whispered "a bleated happy birthday to me."

He runs towards his room but before it's too much late Mr malik stopped him.

Zarun turns his face opposite side.He doesn’t want to show his fragile side to sara.

He thought she might be happy now as his papa slapped him for her.Like always he stood  for her choice and preference not him.He always gives priority to her choice.

Buy little did he know sara can not tolerate tears on his eyes.It crushed her little heart.

Yes,she fight with him.Quarreling with him each and every silly issues her favourite past time.She just loves to tease zarun.But she doesn’t want this incident.But unfortunately it happened on his special day

She even can not imagine in her bad dream that zarun gets slapped by papa.

She gets shocked and rooted in the floor.She clutches her dadiamma's dress and hides behind her.

Mr.Malik bent to zarun level.
Beta, at least look at me.
Don't be mad with papa.Papa is sorry.
(Holding his ears)

Zarun eyed from the coroner of his eyes and a smiles adores his face.But he doesn’t want to show him.He wants to get more pampered by his father.

"And it's justified too.He have to earn his sorry.This time he won’t melt so easily"zarun taught.

Mr.Malikh wipes zarun's tears.
Papa is really sorry.Really he doesn’t want to slap you.Please forgive your papa.

It’s okay papa.Zarun happily hugs his papa.

But still you slapped me for her(in deep down of his mind)

And sara heaved a sigh of relief.

So Caramel Apple cake has decided for the party.

(I said she just love to tease zarun.)

Yes,my Princess.Your wish my command.
Mr.Malik replied and winked at her.

As you know people gets blind by anger and so zarun doesn’t notice it.

In anger he pushed his father.

I don’t want any party.Cancell the party.

He declared and slammed the door.

Everybody gets shocked and sara cried.

What's wrong with this boy?Why did he behave so strangely?What's going on his stupid head??

Zarun,I said open the door.
He banged on the door.

But zarun doesn’t open the door.

"For the sake of Allah zarun open the door" dadiamma pleaded as she knows in each second mr.malik's anger is rasing on it’s peck.

Zarun can't ignore his dadi's plead.He opens the door in trembling hand.

Sara is trembling in fear.She chanted allah's name and seek for his mercey.

Allah please safe zarun from papa.

Mr.Malik wants to give him a hard punishment.

But by seeing his devastated state he can't do anything.How can he ignore his son's teary eyes,red cheek.

Still his finger mark is visible zarun's left cheek.

He hugs him very tightly.
What's wrong my boy?What's bothering you so much?You can share everything with your papa.Your papa is always there for you.

We can solve it.

Zarun (in wide eyes) looked at his papa.

He imagined worst situation.He didn’t expect such a warmly welcome.

Zarun gets bewildered in happiness.
He thought it’s one of the best moments in his short life when his father wants to know about his problem.

He thanks to Allah.

S-Papa when I am here plz don't take any tension.I, sara ahmed can solve every problem in every situations.

Zarun gets pissed off.Someone please stop her mouth.Seriously.She is the biggest hurdle of my life and she herself proudly declares she will solve my problem.

What a lame jokes of my life.

S-So this crybaby zarun's main problem is Caramel apple cake for the party.I can sacrifice my favourite cake for him.

Papa please order Black Forest Cake for the party.

Mr.Malik proudly look at sara.

Learn something from sara.Learn how to adjust-compromise with others.

Today you disappointed me zarun.

When will you proud for me, papa?

Zarun keeps shut up his mouth.It’s futile to say anything.They neither never can understand me nor my problem.

They always failed to observe my pain and grief before sara's wishes.

I was fool.How can I think to share my problem with papa when he assures me.

Does he have time for me???

Zarun's bows down his head as he doesn’t want to show his tears.

S-Yes, zarun learn something from me.
And papa don’t worry in free time I will teach zarun how to compromise......

"I say stop sara" zarun shouted

Behave yourself zarun-Mr.Malik roared.

Why it’s me always papa??Can't you say anything to sara??Can't you see her harsh words for me?

Zarun I think you lost your sense.
Without uttering any word just go back to your room and come in exact time of party.

I don’t want any scene before the guest.

Zarun sighed and retired back his room.
He closed the door and sat on the floor.

"I can't  belief  this.What's going on my house?Is there any lacking of zarun's  teaching?"-Dadiamma cried.

Seriously he fights for a cake like this..

"Who says it’s about a cake"
Zarun murmurs.

Anyways they never can understand it.

Precap-Go with the flow.

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