Dumb Daughter

Aisha, in her first life after Dhananjay had enough of the poisonous blood and wanted to get rid of the blood slave of his, of course not missing out on his opportunity of making profits out of it.

He proposed a relationship with the Raichand family, he declared Aisha useless and asked her to get married to the second son, Arun of the Raichand family.

Naive Aisha refused his order, which sounded like a request to her. And what could he have done about her refusal? She was beaten to death by him. Just for that.

After all, he had never heard 'no' from this slave daughter of his. All he wanted from her was to dress pretty, sit pretty, look pretty, and have no tongue, no right to opinion. Aisha was his puppet and the only thing he enjoyed hearing from her mouth were the screams that he heard while ripping her skin apart.

That day, he had beaten her until he was satisfied and then locked her back inside the well of snakes. He thought Aisha would survive like before, but she didn't.

Aisha had already reached in front of her father's study room as she scanned through her first life. The door opened without Aisha having to knock it and there was her father sitting on his study table, locking his fingers into each other, resting them on the huge table in front of him.

A smile emitted on his face which looked more demonic due to the darkness surrounding the huge room and dark brown furniture.

"Aisha!" He got up from his chair. "My daughter." He opened his arms and hugged her tightly. "We are short of your blood, can you give us some?" He whispered in Aisha's ears and then moved himself away from her. His devilish smile grew brighter on his face.

'Fucking Monster! Just looking at his face makes me want to puke. '

Aisha could never forget that smile of his, she remembers this smile from her childhood. Every day while she was suffering in that well, he'd come to check if she was alive and then would wear the same smile after finding his experiment succeeding.

He grabbed Aisha's hand and pulled her inside the study room then opened the secret room, pressing the button hidden in the bookshelf behind a thick encyclopedia, that led to his cold storage warehouse, where he stores the blood.

He pulled Aisha near the place where he always extracts her blood but before he could go to the next step, he let go of Aisha's hand and looked at her furiously.

"You are not screaming, my dear?" He grinned eating up his frown.

Aisha simply stared at him. It felt like it was the funniest thing that he had ever asked her.

'What did you expect? You can't expect me to cry after going through these things for four whole lifetimes?!'

Initially, Aisha did try to control her laughter but let it out eventually after she couldn't breathe any longer because of the suppression. Dhananjay stood there as he watched her laugh her heart out. His smile slowly faded away.

"Father?" Aisha finally spoke after she had laughed enough. "Did you expect me to cry all the time? I'm not a child anymore. " She gave him her most sinister smile. The smile that she always wanted to return to him. It was the first time she had worn it and it felt real good deep inside where it was hurting for so long.

Aisha picked up her happy tears from the corner of her eye and splashed it in the air. 'My first tear that depicts sheer happiness.' 

"You want to hear me scream?" She chuckled. "No!" her eyes widened, "from now on you will never be able to. You will crave it but you will never get it."

Aisha went close to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder then stretched her chin to his ear and whispered, "But instead you can hit Neel. Maybe, he'll give you a better reaction. I would pay for that." She moved back and then stopped smiling and went back to her poker face that she had worn moments ago. 

"You want my blood Father and I shall give that to you without rebelling but you have to give me something in return."

To Dhananjay, who had never seen his timid daughter act so strong and evil, it was amusing to see this side of her. There were of course many questions rising in his mind making him want to question whether Aisha was even in her right mind.

But he didn't care and found all of this rather entertaining. Thus he decided to listen to what his timid, dumb, and beautiful daughter had to say.