Jisha, I am her dad. 

Holding her in my arms, forgetting  what the world will think about two of us. The more I come closer to her, the more she felt safe. I don’t know what I was searching for but she was with me just to make herself realise that someone is there to make her comfortable like parent. 

 

I can’t name my relations with her. She is more than a girlfriend, a friend, a daughter, a sister to me. For the world, lust was involved in between us but the truth is, those moments were purely dipped with the essence of pure support, love and comfortablity. 

 

For the girl who is strong, bold and powerful. I am always there and just a call away. It doesn’t matter how far I am living, If you need me, tell me, 3000 Kms. are very short distance to cover when it comes to you.

Jisha, You are my daughter and I love everything about you. ❤️ Keep Smiling, Stay Blessed. 😘

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