Demon's Physco obsession

Birthday

The morning sun shone brightly through the curtain less window pane, falling inside a small room making it bright. A groan came from the thin bed sheet covering something. A hand pulled down the bed sheet revealing a teenage girl of biscuit complexion, with the facial features highlighting perfectly even though her body colour was not fair. She yawned loudly sitting on the mat she slept, keeping her eyes still closed. She patted at the small cot beside her. A beautiful smile adorned on her lips. Though her complexion was not fair, her facial features and her innocence made her look beautiful, beautiful than any models.

After like minutes, she stood up still closing her eyes and dragged her self across the small room. Yes it is a typical small room. Her aunt works as head maid in the Vashisth estate, which was spread across the hundred acred land in the outskirts of Pune. The Vashisth's ancestors were typical landlords around the twenty villages surrounding Pune. Gradually they started to invest in charity works , opened schools and colleges and the recent generation of Vashisth were bit forward investing in software companies, hotels and so on.

The estate consisted of three mansions ,three blocks of apartments for the servants and the security , an infirmary for the emergency and large spread out of mango gardens , flower gardens and all. The main mansion was typical ancestral house, where only repairs were allowed inside the mansion. The other one which is constructed recently maybe few years before is a modern one and another one also bit small but modern. But the fact is that there were more servants than the owners around the estate.
The servant quarter's rooms consist of two rooms with an attached bathroom, with minimal facilities for survival.

As she dragged herself across the room, with her eyes closed, she hit herself with the wall.
"Ouch", she squealed, rubbing her temple. Then she moved sideways feeling empty space she moved forward. As entered what it seems like a bathroom, where minimal facilities were available. She patted the surface, when she felt like she felt she was touching the wash basin which was feebly mounted on the wall.she smiled and opened the tap, and splashed water on her face. She looked at the mirror on the wall and smiled widely with her eyes wide open, irises looking like round as marbles.

"Janamdin Mubarak ho (birthday wishes) Ankita Desai", she said wriggling her eyes and staring at mirror. "One year and you officially have right to vote", she squealed. After she did her morning routine, she opened the tap, took a small packet of shampoo and poured it into the spare bowl filled it with water so one packet could be sufficient for her hair. Then she removed her top and came her skirt and then her inners. She was thin and skinny, but has perfect curves. She kept her hand in the bucket, which was filled with water. She did not have the luxury of controlling water temperature not that she cared. She had swimmed in the cold waters in her village, this water is nothing compared to that. She just wanted to pretend as if she is pampering herself. She emptied a mug of water on head first pretending to shiver as the cold water fell on her body. After shampooing her hair, she took a little mixture of aromatic turmeric and sandal powder and filled the now empty bowl with it and started scrubbing it along her body. Her mother, when she was alive, made her use the same mixture, so at present she could not come out of the habit. She never in seventeen years used any kind soap on her body. After the bath, she dried her body with a thin towel and tied it to the wet hair. She wore fresh set of inners , put on her uniform top and exited the bathroom leaving everything unattended in the bathroom. She entered the messy room which she didn't care to clean it after waking and even the ceiling fan was left running.
She put on her white leggings, to match her uniform top. She was going to the government school where none cared about the attire and their studies. Not only she, everyone from the quarters went there. She spotted a new dress sitting in one of the open shelves, but ignored it. She knew her bua(father's sister ) would have got it stitched it for her birthday. But she didn't not want to wear it today as it would be useful for the other occasion. She really did it want to burden her bua, as of now.