Chapter 22

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Druv's POV ( Durga's brother)

"Why are you not coming with us? It will be fun yaar, come naah..." Said Suraj.

"Yes Druv, come with us..." Said Libin.

"No yaar, I am not coming... You guys go and have fun..." I said to them and left for my home.

My home... That's not my happy place anymore. Me, mamma, and dada just survive there and every control is still in grandma's hands.

I feel pity for me, for being a coward, I couldn't even protect my sister... I am such a bad brother and my parents, they are the worst... Who couldn't even raise their voice to fight for their daughter.

Which parents does this!!!...

I don't talk to them much... I know I am hurting them, but they deserve that, so am I...

My dudu... It's been years since I saw her... My poor dudu... Maybe she hates me, that's why she is not coming to see me.

And she is right, she should be angry with her family, we don't deserve her...

I am now doing my first-year degree... Dudu was the one who always teaches me, when she left for college she told me to study well and make her proud of me. That was the last day I saw her, 4 years ago.

I gave her a promise and I will never back out from that again... I am trying my best in my studies and what else is there for me to do...

My friends are going on a 10 days trip as our exams are finished and it's the semester break. They invited me also, but I didn't want to go... I want to be left alone in my world but Nithin bhai is coming tomorrow from London, he works there. He promised me that he will take me to see dudu, Nini will also be with dudu.

I always call Nini to know about how dudu is doing, dudu is so happy there and she got a job, a good one. I am so proud of her. She didn't let her fate knock down her dreams.

I feel sad that not once she thought about calling me. Does she hates me that much? Thinking about that scares me... What if she shouts at me and says she doesn't want to see my face again when I go visit her?

After a lot of struggle, she is finally happy and I don't want to ruin that but I want to see her too... What will I do?...
I don't know...

"Here comes my prince, come come... My boy will be so tired... Jaya, bring a glass of milk to my prince" said grandma greeting me inside the house.

She considers me as her lucky charm, why?
Because I am a boy...

I hate this woman... Do you know what this noxious woman said when she heard about dudu's condition...
'Why everyone is making this much scene for this silly matter... She got what she is made for, slut... There is no fault on that boy's side, she seduced him and invited him to sleep with her...
I am ashamed to call such a slut as my granddaughter...'

"Here," said mamma giving milk to me without looking at my face and went inside the kitchen. She lives here like a zombie, never involves in any conversation, it's been years since I saw her smile. When she is alone, the only sign that she is alive is her non-stop tears flowing down her cheeks.

And dad, he is nothing different. They don't talk to each other much... and I am suffocating in between all these. Sometimes I think about running away from all these, but I can't let my parents alone in this hell hole...
Yes, this happened because of them, but I can't leave them, they suffered a lot and still does...

"How was your exam?" Asked grandma.

"Fine..."

"I know you will pass it with good marks, and will make this grandma proud"

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