BEWITCHED

Chapter 16th

"Let me tell you a story precious. "
I looked up at him through my leashes. He was starting at nothingness, when he felt my stare at him he slowly looked down at me and smile the tiniest smile a person could muster.

"Will you listen to it?"
I nodded slowly yet steadily waiting for him to continue.
He again looked away and stared deep at the wall in front.

"Mr. Ahuja and Mrs. Ahuja had a contract marriage...they just married for their own benefits.
Mr. Ahuja married cause she was the great model every company wanted to sign the contract with. And Mrs. Ahuja married cause she knew the Ahuja surname will help her in the industry. "

Now I was getting the fact the why Mr. Ahuja wanted outcome from me...

"For public they were 'the' happy married couple from fairytale, but inside the four walls they didn't even once had a peaceful dinner.

Both of them knew that a child will be hassel for them, and that neither of them wanted a child.

After 1 year maa and papa got married. They were the epitome of lovely couple. But as the saying goes, 'God never makes one perfect.'

Maa...she was infertile."

I inhale a sharp breath,my mind again started to wander with list of questions.
But I knew better not to ask them.

"This gave my grandparents and maa, papa a big shock.
Dada ji suggested them to fly abroad for a few years.
And here he started pressurize Mr. and Mrs. Ahuja for a child.
He told then he just wanted a heir, boy or girl doesn't matter. Even adoption was a option.

But they choosed child birth, so I was born.
I was a well pre-planned child. They have decided it all for me, from my education to my hobbies also.

They both never lived in the family mansion, they had their mansion. A lavish, beautiful and big mansion. But it was always empty.
Even the workers never talked in themselves. It was always quite...or deadly I might say."

My hands snaked themselves around his torso, just to give me comfort that he was not alone anymore.

"I knew that if I wanted their love then I have to achieve their expectations which were quite high.
I gave my best but they never acknowledged my presence.

Life was going this way, me doing my best and them ignoring my presences.
But one day I heard yelling and screaming from their bedroom.
The 6 years old me wasn't able to control his curiosity.

I tiptoed to the room, the yelling and screaming were getting clearly heard.
As soon as I stopped in front of the big wooden door, Mr. Ahuja stormed out of the room looking furious then ever.

That's when I saw her. Lying unconscious in middle of shattered and broken pots and shelf.
My brain froze at the scene. I didn't knew what to do, whom to call. So I screamed, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The workers came running and took her to hospital. That was the last I saw Mrs. Ahuja for next four months.
Four months later when I was dinning with Mr. Ahuja, trying my best to look disciplined and proper child when he announced about me having siblings.

My first thought was I will not get the little attention I was getting. I thought they will steal it from me. I thought that they will get the love and adoration I didn't. I started doing my best in academy and other classes, thinking that Mr. and Mrs. Ahuja will not bring any child home.

I was selfish and I was not regretting it. Not until two months later Mrs. Ahuja came with two newborns.
I didn't showed any interest in them knowing that she will not like it.

So, at night when everyone slept leaving the twins at the nursery opposite to my room.
I came to see them ... that was the time I swear to protect them with my life. They looked so ethereal with their big doe like eyes and small body that I forgot about my loniless, now all I wanted to do was to protect them."

He was smiling remembering the memories and i was smiling looking at him. As he described the twins his smiled turned into a grin but it also started to fade as soon as it came.

"I started to complete my lesson early to play with them, I thought Mr. and Mrs. Ahuja also loved them like I was doing.
But I was wrong... like always he was busy in his office and Mrs. Ahuja locked herself in her room.

Quarrels between them stared to increase to the point that they had separate bedrooms.
I often used to heard her screaming or throwing things at workers. She used to stare herself at mirror for hours. We were also not having the family dinner like we used to have.

The relation between them was falling apart and I was getting close to the twins. I tried my best to give them the love and care they deserve.

Years passed, Aarav was getting more mature than his actual age and Dhriti was craving for the affection I craved once.

The twins were five years old when I entered in middle school. My time for them was decreasing and Mrs. Ahuja's depression was getting best of her. "

He suddenly stopped and turned his gaze towards me. Till now I was the one who was holding him and he was just starting at nothingness keeping his hands either side of him.
Suddenly he flipped us and now I was beneath him. He lowered himself and nuzzed his head at my chest making himself comfortable.

My hands went to his hairs and I started to massage his scalp for a soothing feeling.
He continued again but his voice was a lite muffled but still clear for me to understand.

"A news suddenly broke out of Mr. Ahuja having a affair.
His lack of presence in mansion and relation with Mrs. Ahuja was making it worse.

After the news the yelling and screaming started to die down. I thought that finally they were getting divorce.
Mrs. Ahuja started to take care of twins and was looking normal. I also started to get busy in academic pressures.

I thought everything was getting back to normal, Mr. Ahuja started to ask me about my school and studies.
I was happy, I was in cloud nine. I thought that everything was getting normal. We were getting normal.

Grandparents visits were getting normal. Maa and papa also returned from abroad with a eleven years old Athrav.
Slowly I stared to treat him like a friend. We were getting close and the twins were also liking him.

It was like getting a dream come true for a eleven years old me.
I was getting everything I once asked for.

But God had another plans, it was all just a sugar coated candy that was melting leaving the stickiness behind. And I was too busy in dreamland to notice it.

Nothing was good, everything was just getting worse."

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............ come on after all I grew up watching Ekta Kapoor serials, of course I will leave it at a cliff hanger.

Hehehehehehehehe, bybyy dramatic asses.