MISTAKEN💔🔥

Enough Is Enough💔🥀.

Looking up at the ceiling, she was consumed in questions from her own self. The room was dark and cold. There was uneasiness in her squared room's air. Something was disturbing her, her distress was being be felt by the walls. The atmosphere inside was heavy and thick. She deeply inhaled the stressful air and started to rethink again and again, somewhere something was not expedieting, it was stuck inside her celebrum, torturing her from time to time.
'M i cheating him?' She asked herself.
'No, you aint.' her inner voice replied instantly. She sighed in grief😞. She was already tired of the drama she has to face and struggle with in her house everyday. She didnt have her mother, she had lost her in a car accident when Vernaly was just 6. Her dad had a second marriage with a woman who was good for nothing and good at nothing🙂.
Vernaly Chowdhary ,the one and only daughter of Amit chaowdhary was a girl who has to fight to have peace in her own house. Each day was tiresome for her. Her father was a rude man who loved her daughter regardlessly but couldnt control himself when in rage. Her stepmom, Ripali Chawdhary, was a typically annoying woman who only cared for her own demands and well being. She was double faced ,split charactered woman of no knowladge and manners. She was selfish, greedy and too clever to play mind games with Vernaly.
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' Im tired ma, im tired of everything, starting from my life to everything what is left. Im angry with you, how could you leave me to live a life like this? Didnt you love me enough to take me with you when u took Akash? Will my questions ever be answered ma? Why did i become the only one to suffer like this. Since childhood i was been taught that you left me with my baba becoz he needed me, im responsible for looking after him then why don't i ever have the answer to my question i have been asking you- why did he marry again? When i was against this very marriage, why didnt he think even for once that my happiness will be murdered? Did he think i will be happy seeing some fithy lady in your place? How, how could he imagined that i will give her the respect and love you deserved?😭' and this was her break point. She no longer could hold her hot tears and rage building in her.
The walls could feel her pain, her heartbreak of the betrayal her dad was making her suffer for. They could hear her sobs, screams and was witnessing her agony😞💔.
This was one of those nights where she had died many deaths. She suffered the teribble pain of not having her mother beside her, holding her tight in her embrace, caressing her forehead and kissing her pain away. Damn! She missed her mother like hell😞💔. She was a strong girl but like every dam there was a limit line for her too where she failed to hide and carry the pressure anymore, she had to break down and let the flood of emotions destroy everything she had been building outside - that fake smile , those painless eyes and that duping glow on her child -like face.
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Was she to be blamed for that everything God has been making her suffer for? Why fate was this crule to her? Why she was the one to agonize the pain of loosing her mother?
She was burning in rage. At this point she hated everything, her dad for betraying her, her stepmom for stepping into her life and trying to conqure her mother's place and that each soul who agreed to this disgusting marriage. She hated being helpless, she hated herself and blamed for being the curse , the reason for being alive and her own endurement.
Nothing was in her hands yet she tried every single time to make everything right but nights like this where she felt like a looser, she agreed to give up. Heartbroken and feeling like a looser, whiping nonstop, screaming in her head for the freedom she deserved, her sleep became a far cry.
Her nostrils were blocked, her eyes were reden and her face became bloated. She was chocking, she was having difficulty in breathing. She sat up to get some air but it wasn't of much help.
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She got up from her bed and walked in to the washroom. She washed her face, came back to her room, drunk some water and tried to calm herself. She knew no solution will be out by crying but these tears were very much needed. Needed to clean up her mind, wash off her inner torments and intiate a fresh start. She recalled her maternal aunty's audio mssage, she had sent in the eve.
... ' you are my strong daughter. We are proud of you, the battles you are fighting are worthy for the future succasions you will be achieving. Don't let your stepmom ruin your dreams. She doesnt deserve to interrupt your plans. Not a single reowned souls have got or achieved anything, the position they are in now by just sitting and complaining. To get something, sacrifices are needed. You have to fight till your last breath as when you get something big without working hard or sacrificing something favourite to you, the reward becomes valueless. You only understand the worth when u get something by leting go of something dearest. Here you are sacrificing your mental peace, emotions. This sacrifice will not go unnoticed by the Mighty...have faith in yourself, believe what happens, happens for good and keep moving forward to your dreams. Don't let this family issuses get a hold on you, it will destroy you when they will be aware of your submission. Dnt kneel down in front of your circumstances and difficult situations, fight it and shine bright. Im there with you in your every step. What if your mother isnt with you, you aint the only child who had lost her mother there are numerous childern who had lost their parents, home and are now orphaned. Feel lucky that you got a shelter, loving family...your father loves you like mad. Unsee his vulgar words, try to see his concern and love for you...you are a good girl.You will shine someday❣️'....and with the end of the audio, she closed her mami's chat box.
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She got a typical relief. Her nerves where calmed now. She could breath properly. The adernaline rush in her has silenced. She can get some good sleep now. Listening to the audio helped her alot. Her mami was her best friend, her favourite teacher and proper guid. She was someone too special with whom Vernaly could share each and everything. Anything happening in her messed up life needed the attention of her mami. Everytime she has a breakdown, her mami was there to hold her up. After her mother, she was the one where Vernaly felt safe, in her embrace and care. Her words and encouragement always made Vernaly proud, calmed and enthusiastic. She was an inspiration and the right person she needed beside her for the life after her mother had gone.
" I love you mami. Thank you' - she texted and turned off the mobile data, switched off her phone and put it on charge.

After this tremendous fight with herself, her eyes left too heavy to be stay opned. She arranged her bed and layed down, resting her head on her soft pillow. She closed her eyes and again promised to herself, like everytime she does after these breakdowns- 'from today onwards i will be someone new and too strong to be broken. I will prove myself, surely i will. I promise you ma. Love you and sorry for being rude.' she liked talking to her inner voice - sometimes in a form of her tormented self or sometimes in a form of her mother.