"What?" I ask her, coming out of the bush.
"Don't even tell me that you aren't scared of your father!" She giggles.
"Stop it. It's not because I am afraid of him. I respect him. I obey him." I say, crushing the cigarette beneath my feet.
"Such a coward. Just think, if I told your father that you are giving me punishment, what would happen to you?" She warns me, scrunching her nose.
"Nothing. Rules are the same for everyone." I say.
"So, you punish everyone over here?" She asks.
"Of course. But nobody's inefficient like you." I say, retorting.
"Whatever." She rolls her eyes.
{From our past encounters, we have really become more, sort of comfortable with each other. She has opened up to me a lot today. Otherwise, she was always so scared. Somewhere, I think, she also thinks that
