Bruises| Abhira FF ✔️

CHAPTER 35

Third Person's POV

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wandered her eyes around the house 'her' house. With slow steps, she made her way towards the kitchen, which was now covered with dust. It reminded her of her dead stepfather, who was so strict in the matter of house chores.

For a minute, she felt like her step father will come from his room any minute now and shout at her for not making his breakfast or how bad she was at making tea. A small smile crept on her lips, thinking how it's both a good and a bad memory.

Walking into her small bedroom, she felt a wave of familiar scent embracing her. Like she was being welcomed by someone who had missed her like nothing. It reminded her of the time when she used to sleep with her mother whenever it rained and how her odour used to calm her down.

The moments she spent in this house were so precious that she would kill to revive them for even a single day. Just for one more time, she wanted to lay on her mother's lap, to listen to her sweet lullabies, to bury her face in her neck and inhale her scent, to hug her and never let go. Just one more time.

But alas! We always take things for granted and regret later when they are no more. We humans are so engrossed in this race that we sometimes forget what we are leaving behind. That things will not always go as we please.

That feeling of void again hit her. The last time she felt it was when her mother died, and now it was coming back again. This house which she called her home wasn't her home anymore because it isn't the place which makes home... It's the people and their love and relationships.

Luckily, she has another place to call her home. A place where she has a little girl whom she treats her like a daughter, where there's this person who unknowingly has made a place in her heart.

These persons were her home now. And no matter what, she was ready to fight and live for them. She was ready to live in the present rather than being stuck in the past or worrying about the future. She was ready for love once again.

The next morning.

Her eyes fluttered open as soon as her alarm went off. She lazily turned it off and realized that she wasn't at Birla's house anymore. Usually, she set up the alarm in order to get Rhea ready for the school, but now that she was not there, it was stupid of her to set up the alarm.

Or maybe it had all become habitual. She had gotten so used to that lifestyle that now she is feeling like a stranger in her own house. Though she did not want to admit it but she knew where she belongs now, and it's clearly not this place.

Placing all the thoughts in the back of her mind, she got off the bed and was faced with her own reflection in the mirror. Her face was stained with dry tears, which were shed last night in the farewell of her loved ones.

With trembling hands, she traced her face, which was now looking older than her age. A fresh trail of tears escaped her eye as realization hit her of what she was doing to herself. She quickly picked up her phone in order to call Abhimanyu and saw his message, which was sent last night asking her what she needed him to bring, and she was just seeing his message now.

She placed her phone back on the side table and went to the washroom to get freshen up.

"What are you doing here?" Abhimanyu asked through his gritted teeth.

"Oh, relax Abhimanyu! I just came here to have breakfast with my daughter." Tara replied, showing him a box full of doughnuts.

"Why can't you get this through your mind that you can't meet her!" he raised his voice slightly.