•Arvi Arora•
The princess of Arora's and one of the famous kid belonging to the 'Hexad'. The most calm, composed, cheerful and badass sassy queen you will see! She is amazing and full of life all packed in one. 25-year old yet, the most talented bus...
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I panted hard. Breathless as I sat up and wiped the sweat off my face. I took the cool water bottle placed on my nightstand taking huge gulps trying to fight the surge of thoughts in my head.
Not wanting to stay in this room, I sneaked out, trying my best to not wake Avi who is fast asleep, and skipped into Abheer's room. I know he keeps his room unlocked in case I want to come in.
Technically I am not supposed to be here, given that our family gave us strict instructions of staying away until our marriage in three days which we have been practicing until now. I need to feel his arms around me. I need to feel all the thoughts in my head disappearing into thin air and finally take a breath freely as he holds me close.
"Hey" I whispered slipping beside him and watching him as he sleepily took me in. His face morphed into confusion as he saw me and turned rigid when he noticed my disheveled state making him sit up immediately and take me in his arms.
"Are you okay baby?" He spoke softly tucking my hair behind my ears and I shook my head cuddling into his broad chest.
"Nightmare" I murmured and he sighed stroking my hair, slightly massaging my head much to my joy.
"What is it? Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked and I shrugged pulling back.
"The usual. I thought they decreased since they came once in a while but today it was different. You were there. She said I don't deserve you and I saw you disappear into thin air leaving my hand. Now I know that it won't happen but....it put me off" I said briefly trying to act nonchalant and his jaw clenched. I know my eyes look teary. I closed my eyes and sighed hoping to push back the tears.
Even though, I act, try and act and act again, coming back here to the place where my mother put me through the worst kind of abuse is okay and I am past it. Sometimes looking at certain spots or places or things in this house triggers me. I push and push it to the back of my head but they end up bursting through the form of my nightmares. I wish I could stop them.
And ever since the wedding preparations started, people's constant questions, murmurs, and comparisons hit me even though I mask it with irritation. It's the worst kinda feeling knowing your own mother who brought you into the world is not going to be there beside you on your big day and that's not because she can't. It's because she chose to not be a part of your life so much that you had to exclude her yourself. It hits that I fought the world trying to not let her define me in this fucked up society. Fighting not to even let her shadow touch me. And I am still fighting it seems.
After Vijay Papa told me that, that lady is trying to find a way back to me and to Papa, I expected she will create a ruckus about it. Thankfully she didn't but I am still so suspicious about her. I just hope she doesn't ruin my wedding. I have so many bad memories but I don't want my wedding to be one. I want it to be my day with my person.
