Not able to meet his eyes at this moment, I look down at my plate which is almost empty now. Gulping the lump in my throat, I shove the remaining food into my mouth in a hurry. Only to buy me some time. After I am done, I slowly look at him again. And he is all smirking at me right now. "Kya bol rahe hain, papa? (What are you saying, papa?)" He laughs before taking the plate from me and looks at me with a much serious expression across his face. "Jhoot kyun bola, beta? (Why did you lie, child?)" He asks making me bite my inner cheek. I guess I will just cry now. "Hani! Baccha, ye naatak ki tumhari yaadasht chali gayi hai, ye sab kya hai? (Child, this drama that your memories are lost, what is all this?)" He asks again making it more clear. How does he know it every damn time when I lie about something? Maybe because of the fact that he is my papa! Looking up at him with my glossy eyes, I shake my head as I can't control myself anymore. I break down, infront of him. Not that it is som
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