Chapter 7 First Love and first feelings

She appeared to be both anxious and happy the day she returned home.

She is unsure if it is real or not.

She is unsure of whether what she feels is right or wrong.

She doesn't appear to have the solution.

Is she attempting to age quickly?

Is she rushing?

There is no question that she likes Leo, but why the hurry?

She considers her mother.

She has never seen any pictures or photos of her.

She questioned Beatrice, her grandmother, as to why her mother's picture was missing.

She remarked, "Your father loves her so much, he will spend days looking at any photo of her that is nearby.

He desperately missed her.

In addition, he worries that having her photo around will make you miss her even more.

And you are aware that you must always ask him to see her.

She frequently requested granny to talk about her mother when she missed her.

She spent countless hours listening to tales about her mother.

She was always present and never felt alone.

But now, more than ever, she missed her.

She visits her father's room in the evening after he gets home.

She prepares change clothes for him to change.

He changes into a fresh set of clothes after taking a shower, then returns.

He then sits in the chair he regularly uses, which is next to the window where a chilly breeze blows, which he loves very much.

She nods her head. He said that it is his favorite song. He put his headphone on her head and played the song. It is quite old song, older than her father's time, the song goes like this…. Everybody loves somebody sometime

Everybody loves somebody somehow

......…

Something with such lovely lyrics and a tune

She received a response.

It is that simple.

Even when he doesn't understand the situation or she assumes he doesn't, her father always has the answer and a solution since he knows her daughter so well.

Regardless of the situation, she has heard that song three times.

She is overjoyed and joyful.

Her eyes no longer display any anxiety.

Ayden can see how her daughter's countenance has changed.

He is content.

Ayden and Akshara have never discussed destiny.

He makes the decision to discuss her tonight.

Do you want to hear about your mother, he asks?

She gives a nod while expressing her desire to.

He explains, "My destiny, she lost her parents when she was about 16 years old. She didn't used to talk much, and I don't even recall her ever telling me she loved me.

Although she never expressed a desire for them to be around her, she used to enjoy being around people.

That was how she was.

She used to pay attention to other people's likes and dislikes, especially mine. I doubt anyone else has given as much thought to my preferences as she did.

Akshara notices her father acting or speaking more talkatively than normal.

She overheard her grandma mention that if someone wanted to talk about Destiny, he could talk about it for days.

But she can now understand why she said that.

How can you be certain that she loved you if she never verbally acknowledged her love for you, she questioned?

He grinned a little.

He considers his response for a moment.

He undoubtedly has Destiny on his mind.

"Darling, you can convey your love through acts as well as words, not just through words," he says.

I hadn't spent much time with your mother, darling, but she gave me enough love to last a lifetime.

I have spent more time with our driver or maids than she has, which will surprise you.

She is my true love in life.

Even now, I can still recall all of her small quirks, her touch, the smell of her hair, the way she used to walk and speak, her favorite books, and the flavor of the meals she prepared for me.

People attempted to express their love while having little to offer themselves, but in her instance, she made an effort to conceal it.

The love I experienced—enough for my entire lifetime—was spilled because it was excessive.

Darling, people love themselves unconditionally before they can truly love another person.

However, she prioritized loving other people above herself and me.

She was the most giving person I know.

Not just because she loved me, but also because she loved everything and everyone else, I love her.