Chapter 4: The Real Villain
“Papa, Raj is hurt. Can I spend more time at the hospital?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
“I might come home late. Can you pick me up?”
“No.”
The WhatsApp forwards exploded:
[Dad is acting up again.]
[Says he’s supportive, then blocks the heroine!]
Ananya’s eyes filled with tears. “Papa, Raj is really badly hurt. I’m worried.”
“What’s that got to do with me? I need sleep, beta. If you’re scared, sleep at the hospital.”
She stared, stunned.
WhatsApp forwards went berserk:
[He’s supposed to stop her!]
[Letting a girl sleep out—irresponsible!]
[No pleasing these people—if he interferes, he’s the villain; if not, he’s careless!]
[He thinks the heroine will give up, but she killed her father for love last time!]
That last line stung: Killed her father?
Ever since I became Ananya’s father, I’d given her everything—except her wish to quit studying for Raj. And now, I’d be killed by my own daughter?
I waved her away, exhausted. “If there’s nothing else, I need to sleep. I have to take Kunal out tomorrow.”
“Kunal? Who’s that?”
“A kid. Now let me rest.”
The WhatsApp forwards scrolled:
[Who’s Kunal? Random side character?]
[Probably not important—ignore him.]
But as I drifted to sleep, I wondered: was I the real villain in this story, or just a tired father lost in someone else’s WhatsApp script?