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Published on 18.09.2022
| AUTHOR'S POV |
"Inu?" Her's mother's voice hits her when she tries to open her eyes, the lights blinding her, making her shield them with her hand.
She blinks a few times before getting adjusted to the light and Kartik helps her to sit straight. Before she could ask anything, she's pulled into the warm embrace of her mother.
"I was so worried." She cries out in relief. "Are you alright?" She puts the back of her palm on her forehead to check for fever and sighs to know her temperature is normal.
"What happened?" Inaaya murmurs, taking the glass of water handed by her brother as her head throbbed.
"You fainted. Emotional stress. The doctor just left sometime back." Her Dad who's presence she didn't notice answered in a neutral tone. He either didn't feel any emotion or he was simply too good at hiding them.
"And you aren't even having your meals on time! What the hell is wrong with you!?" Anita scolds her and Inaaya looks quizzically, wondering if her mother knows the truth or not. Her gaze shifts from her mother to her brother in an unasked question.
"I know." Her mother answers and Inaaya bows her head down, staring at her nails and pursing her lips. "We all know."
"I'm sorry." Inaaya breathes out, embarrassment coaxing her and tiredness weighing her down.
What would her family think of her being a fool and a blind in love? Being so dumb to give up on everything else just to be with him and in the end being left all alone in a place which she forever wanted to escape? Maybe she did deserve the heartbreak and grief for being so naive. Maybe she did deserve for not learning her lesson from the last time.
She shivered at the thought and her breathing laboured.
"Inaaya?" Her mother sits on the edge of the bed beside her, holds her hand and starts rubbing her back.
Kartik grips her other hand with both of his and gestures her to take deep breaths.
A lone tear escapes her eye and Anita gently wraps her arms around Inaaya's shoulders and brings her head to her chest.
"You don't have to be sorry for anything." She softly murmurs to her daughter who silently weeps.
Inaaya stays, letting some warmth of her mother's love replace the cold of the harsh reality, letting her words be the only ones she heard and echoed in her brain. She didn't even understand more than half of the things her mother whispered but it felt good, it felt like relief to hear anyone and anything but him. For that moment, it weren't his lies cloaked in sweet promises that tormented her. For that moment, it weren't his arms giving the false illusion of home that held her.
She heard footsteps and slowly pushed herself away to look at the door. The cook had come with a bowl of soup and at the same time, she saw her father leaving the room with a slight shake of his head.
"Have the soup, take the meds and go to sleep." Her mother's voice pulls her from the reverie for she was staring at the entrance for long.
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Romance"Inaaya," he calls out, a certain urgency underlying in his tone. "Don't ever fall in love with me." She doesn't say as a moment passes between them and then, she snorts. "Haha.. itne bure din bhi nahi aaye hai mere. (I'm not yet having such bad day...
