the time she completed telling me the incident, my ears were emitting fumes. Though I was set ablaze with every part of me screaming revenge, I had to clement myself to a sage to quieten my little girl's fears.

I am a man of warm blood running in my veins. In the past I slept with many women but when it comes to the question of this little girl in front of me, I can transform into a saint. Rescinding all the carnal instincts which would imbibe in me, I undressed her to examine the bruises the bastard created. My eyes turned into nourishing smoke remnants as I looked at each red mark that sustained on her body. Putting myself together, I treated every bruise on her physique which was worked by the goat's dirty hands and decided to take her to a doctor tomorrow.

Adaah couldn't sleep the night and was uncontrollable. She wouldn't stop crying. Looking at her in such a devastating state turned me to bits. I screamed to myself the man whore will wrought in prison for touching my girl. She would tremble in sleep and mumble words of fear and impotency. I had to sleep beside her, hugging her to my warmth and consoling her whenever she suffered the terrible dream.

The word 'anger' was a euphemism to me when I saw 'my girl' completely shattered and I decided to bring the impregnable.

Time for the asshole to know how viperous I am! Setting the goal I closed my eyes with my 'little girl' hugged tightly in my arms.

Chapter 9

Adaah

Like every day I got up in the morning to go to the school but the thought of seeing Harsh disturbed my peace of mind. I could not sleep yesterday because of the things I faced because of the dirty despoiler. Ajit was with me all the night trying to soothe me of the pain the defiler had caused. He dropped me in the school teaching me the ways of self protection and bravery which every girl had to imbibe having reached a certain age.

Soon it was the time for the assembly and our principal greeted us. Then there was an announcement. We were informed about the unexpected death of our school mate Harsh and the missing evidence of his friend Arun. As soon as I hear the enchanting news my eyes twinkle in happiness. I was making a merry dance in my mind that finally I got rid of the pervert and his companion. 

I went home in euphoric mood and was restlessly waiting for Ajit to share the glee. As soon as he stepped inside the mansion, I ran to his arms and hugged him tight to break the cheerful news. He looked down at me with a smile and ran a hand on my head by pulling me to his middle. Kneeling down to me he kissed my cheek and listened to everything that I spoke with patience. Nevertheless sensing the way he reacted I was more than sure that he already knew about the news. However I brushed my  thoughts away and enjoyed the whole day watching my favourite movies 'Repunzel' and 'Cinderella'.

Three months later....

Ajit's birthday is just a month ahead and I want to buy something useful for him. Though I think of many ways of gifting him I still do not find an idea on the methods to earn money. As I think of the various options available to me, something strikes. A few days ago there was an announcement in the school. Students willing, can volunteer help to the disabled children and as well earn money. I felt it as a welcoming opportunity to realize my plan and decided with the help of writing notes to a physically handicapped student who lost her right arm in an accident.

Within a month I was successful in earning the money I required. I used to stay awake late in the night and complete her works. Ajit caught me writing a few times and reprimanded an answer but I swayed the topic away holding an excuse of incomplete work.

Today I bought different colours of wool from a nearby market and started knitting a sweater for my 'most precious person'. I knew knitting since I was six years old. My mom used to knit sweaters and gift them on charity. Both my parents were orphans and faced a tough life residing in children's home so my mother used to knit sweaters and gift them to old people and children to help them in winters. Delhi's winters are very severe and I know Ajit doesn't have many sweaters. Whenever he is supposed to go out he pulls out a jerkin. I wanted to gift him something different and useful.

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Finally it's his birthday today. I went to his bedroom and nuzzled my head on his chest. He kisses my head and whispers groggily "Baby Girl you are up early in the morning, it is Sunday today and you can sleep for some more time." I shake my head in reciprocal and sing to him a happy birthday song. His eyes open abruptly to my greeting and immediately he sits up erect squating on the bed. Pulling me by my stomach he gets me to his lap and rubs his eyes to get rid of sleep. Then he murmurs softly, "baby, you sing beautiful." He kisses my cheek. "How do you know today is my birthday?" He asks me pushing away the hairs falling on my face. My eyes beam in excitement and I pull out of his lap. Jumping out of the bed I squeal in animation "I have my ways" and run out of the room. "Careful" he shouts behind me and stands out of the bed to take a shower.

Later that morning both of us eat the breakfast filled with laughter and cheer. I made it a point to apprise Maria of the special dinner menu.