Sidharth reached his mension with a bag in his hands. The time, when he has left this home, was playing in his head like a memory. He has left his own home, his parents alone. He was upset, drowning in life when he has came here, but today although temporary but when he is leaving this apartment for three days, he is Contented with life. His new song with his wife has been an blockbuster hit, the love of his life loves him back, he is leaving from here to reunite with his family. A total win - win situation what more he could have asked for?
Sidharth was in his room staring at the ceiling when he heared loud voices from downstairs which made him walk downstairs. His ever so loving mother and father was fighting over something. He has never saw them fighting in his whole life of thirty two years. Not like they don't fight but it's never in front of him. Both of their heads snapped in his direction as he climbed down the stairs.
"What happened aai", he asked.
"Nothing", Mr. Shukla said.
"Tere baba chahte hai ki hum Yeh ghar chodh deh", Mrs. Shukla told eyeing her husband.
"What, kyu", Sidharth frowned.
"Kyuki apki aai ko yaha ki society tane marti hai joh humein bardasht nahi", Mr. Shukla clarified to which Sidharth didn't said anything but just walked away.
Ofcourse, it might be him the reason behind his mother being taunted by those evil mouth womens. Belonging to an elite family, Means that you can dodge various problems which middle class has to face but, belonging to the club of elites means show off.
"Mere husband mere liye Yeh haar laye hai hamari anniversary pe, it costed him 2 crore rupees but when i said it to him toh, he said you are precious then all this", he remembered one of those so - called high class aunties showcasing her jewellery and by chance He himself has saw this women buying this for her ownself, then why so drama.
But just like his mother says, "We have an status to maintain, being rich isn't easy either".
He remembered and now when so much is going on in his life where he is dealing through first stage of Situational Dipression. He is at the verge of falling down. His carrier, his both personal and professional lives are at the stake of finishing him. He is just sitting here in his room from the past one month, jobless doing noting. He can even imagine the voices of those evil women's taunting his mother in his head.
"Mona tumhare bete ke kya haal hai, police ne chodh diya ya abhi bhi arzi laga ke aani padti hai police station mein", he can clearly imagine his mother going still hearing all this.
He sat down at his bed while rubbing his head in his palms. His father was right, he couldn't let his mother suffer here, but at the same time he couldn't let his parents leave their home for him. Suddenly a thought clicked him. His apartment, his apartment in Juhu. His mension is here in Malabar Hills but he has brought an apartment in Juhu, from his own earning. Just for the sake of an additional property. But, today if he is causing trouble for his own family, he can definitely leave from here.
So, he decided that he will go there, he will live there in his "me space", until he clears out his head. He Get Up from his bed and moved downstairs, he looked around and spotted his parents sitting in the dining area.
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