Novel & Cerita Bapaknya Anya

It was part of the plan. --- AN: Anata : Husband Danna : Husband, more formal and respectful.

She replied still pouting. "Diyata manta da Baban ki, na samu sauki lafiya ta kalau yanzu (my daughter, don't mind your father. I'm feeling okay now)". Her Umma said smiling, she sat close to her cuddling her. "Toh mage, let your Umma rest" Baba said teasing Tehzeeb. "Hmmm Umma, kinji Baba ko? (Hmmm Umma, can you hear dad?)" she said pouting her mouth still. "Ni dai ina so inji dumin ummata, koko Umma kai na da nauyi? (I want to feel the warmth of my mother or Umma is my head heavy?)". She turned asking her Umma.

In Tamil, Mama- Father in law, Anna- brother and Ayya means sir or master. So please remember these things. "You are excited to see Rathi, aren't you?" Mithran asked. "No, why should I? I have so many things to take care of. Even if I am going to live in the same house, I shouldn't talk to her until the right time comes." Aadhiyan replied. . . . "Did she ate her breakfast?" Aadhiyan asked Shankari.

Pero maya maya lang biglang may isang butil ng luha na tumulo sa pisngi nito na mabilis din nitong pinalis "Umiiyak ba kayo Nay?" "Tears of joy lang ito anak. Hindi lang ako makapaniwalang kay bilis dumaan ng mga araw. Tignan mo naman, sino ang mag aakalang ang masungit at makulit na batang babaeng inalagaan ko noon ay lumaking maganda at mabait ngayon? Kung hindi lang mahigpit ang Daddy mo sigurado akong marami ang manliligaw sayo."

Aniya. "Okay. Papunta na ako diyan." Mabilis na aniya ko. "Thea, among nangyayari? Where are you going?!" Si mama. "Anak, gabi na--" si Papa na pinutol ko ang pagsasalita.

Anya was surprised at the sudden change of his demeanour. " Please, call me Ann." She said sitting in front of him. "Why? Two syllable too much for you?" He chuckled. So he knows to smile. Anya was surprised by his question as people usually never asked her why and simply called her Ann. " Let me guess, your mother is an English teacher." Anya rolled her eyes. " No." he shook his head. " Oh." "My dad was." he smiled. Anya was happy with her almost correct guess but realised that he referred to his dad in the past tense.

Anya The aftermath of the call with my father leaves me feeling hollow, like a marionette with severed strings. Bastien’s cold detachment reverberates through the room, and the warmth we once shared seems like a distant memory. The man I thought I knew has become a stranger, a master puppeteer manipulating the threads of this intricate game. I stare at the closed door, the echo of his disdainful words lingering in the air. “Good girl, Anya. You’ve played your part well.” The weight of those words settles in my chest, a heavy burden that threatens to suffocate me.

Ranvir uncle barked in anger. "Sorry, Dad, Sorry Mom." Anaya apologized. A hard slap fell on her small cheek again. Mamta auntie's heart clenched with pain. Tears rolled over her cheeks. She stepped to Anaya, "Do you know, how much I was in grief for losing my younger baby?"

A smile come on her face, she kissed the baby and said in mind :" Baby, all this happens because of you . I got your daddy in my life because of you " Viren and Anisha were sitting in the room, Viren was playing with the baby, he was saying :" Baby, I am your daddy. My name is Viren Malhothra ". Anisha was looking at them with a big smile on her face, Viren looked at her and said walking toward her and said :" Baby, she is your mumma , Anisha Malhothra".

She knows right from wrong I hope. Jazper Ray slipped his arm around my waist, ready to head upstairs, when Anya called out again. “Sister,!” What? Sister? I glanced at Jazper Ray. His lips twitched. “I’ll go to your room first. I’ll wait for you. Be good.” He kissed my forehead before heading up. I turned back to Anya, crossing my arms. “Come again? What did you just call me?” Anya sighed and rolled her eyes. “Sister,”