CHAPTER 6

A I S H A A R O R A

“Dad, please don’t.” I begged him with tears running down from my eyes.

“I should have killed you on that day itself.” he said, gripping my chin tightly. His eyes filled with hatred, and fierce nothing less than a demon. My father, my own biological father, is holding me against the railing of some top building. He made me lean against the railing, hanging by my waist. If he leaves the grip from my chin, I will be gone forever.

I don’t know how I came all the way up here. He is looking dead in my eyes and all he wishes for is my death. How can a father hate his daughter? How can a father be so cruel towards his daughter? Did he never feel a single ounce of love for me?

My entire body is shaking out of the terror of dying tonight. Is this the end of mine? What about my dreams? What about making my mother proud? I don’t see any flicker of sympathy in his eyes. His eyes are dead and black like his soul. He kept pushing me backward by gripping my chin tighter.