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"-ONE JOB... JUST ONE JOB, NOT ONE OF THESE USELESS PESTS COULD DO IT..WHY IS THIS CORNER SO VACANT?" Chaudhary spat out as the servants scurried away, some hurried down the corridor to bring flowers for decoration, some ascended the staircase with horrified faces.
The bungalow looked magnificent, it always had an almost orthodoxical intimidation surrounding it but today the flowery, white theme added a lighthearted vibrance to it. Despite the calming aura, aside from the occasional hullabaloo from a certain balding man, the insides of Padma were churning and her mind was in absolute turmoil. Every passing second triggered her to throw up.
The pregnancy came with a few perks too, as the idea of continuing with the casual blows to her stomach and regular beatings, courtesy of Mr. magnanimity, became a forbidden zone.
But with the dawn of the first day of the final month of her pregnancy, the constant debate inside her mind, which at this point was absolutely destitute of optimism, reached insane extremities. She could not let the truth out, and that led to the only way left, to somehow make it out of here and run away. This plan could be only executed tonight without attracting attention, as no one in their right mind would like an inhibition in the way of their enjoyement for the sake of checking up on her and those scantily clad ladies would definitely keep them busy for long enough.
Tonight was the night she could and would run away.
It was already evening, Padma was sitting in a corner of her room looking outside the window, neatly dressed in a royal blue saree with intricately sewn pearls of exquisite delicacy on the hem of its skirt, heavy necklaces nearly eating up her neck and light sprinkle of makeup over her olive skinned face, thinking how her life had the most twisted, sadistic sense of humour, about the happenstance which brought her to the rock bottom, the lowest she'd ever been. she chuckled sadly thinking about the moment her father was dying in front of her, when her world shattered into a thousand pieces. She collected those pieces and kept moving until her husband broke it into a million pieces.
Looking into the mirror she saw the lady who everyone wanted to be, the flashy emerald rings, gold jewellery, diamond, pearls, she had it all, more than one could ever imagine, but past the outside glory there was a fear, unfathomable gloominess, all that no one ever wanted to imagine. In true senses, she had it all.
" Padma......where are you, everyone's waiting downstairs" hearing Chaudhary's muffled voice calling her out, she dusted some makeup onto her cheeks and went downstairs.
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Flower covered the railings of the carpeted staircase. Every corner of the hallway and corridors were shimmered up with decorative light strings. Blue and white tint gave it a sober look with white roses and marigold covering every single inch visible. Wisterias covered the ceiling giving it a mystically charming look. Sabres, shields, flintlocks and blunderbusses which were left discarded in the vault for years were taken out, as they represented the dynasty's legacy and antiquity.
