khwaab

more drama or trauma?

vridha's pov

inhaling the smell of busy streets i finally landed in mumbai , even though i have visited this city for my fair share of business meetings my family rarely even knew about my presence here , looking at the driver my father dearest probably had sent i settle down in the seat waiting for the storm to begin while the only thing i can do is stare , endure and wait for it to end

busy roads with traffic , vada pav venders in every corner , the famous bandra worli ceiling or kaali peeli (taxis) honking around , mumbai still never failed to make me feel this lonely and homey at the same time

entering the huge mansion i grew up in i just stared at it , the flashbacks running in my head

"you wont go anywhere"
"its fair if you're treated the same we were idc if its me who has to do it for you"
"you're nothing but a disgrace"
"funny how you think running away will save you , wherever you go i will bring you back to suffer more"

*utensils thrown on the ground*

jerking myself out of the thoughts before i end up with the 4th panic attack of the week and its just tuesday today , i force my feet out of the car muttering a small thank you to the driver i enter the house , my heart in my hand beating so loud that if there was someone beside me they wouldve definitely heard it

relax vridha bas 3 din hi toh rehna hae

giving myself a quick prep talk i walked towards the dining area hoping not to see my father or my sister riya there but bhagwan ji ko toh meri hi life pasand hae na trauma dene ke liye

rolling my eyes as mother dearest pulled me in a hug which i obviously would never return back , i just waited for her to get over with this melodrama so i can just make father dearest known about my presence and hide in my room for the rest of the day

abhimaan's pov

since that fight or whatever you want to call it with vridha had taken place , i have lost my focus her words ringing in my head again and again
"i wish"

i wonder why she did wish that , the thought of her doing something stupid formed a lump in my throat , idk but I've never felt this way for a stranger

circling around the paper holder i sigh for the millionth time and finally decide to call my secretary and ask about her whereabouts "find where is vridha and what shes doing or will be doing in the next 15 mins" shutting the line without waiting for his answer i just focused on looking at the emails

author's pov

making her way to her room with fingerprints on her cheeks vridha just continued looking like a dead soul , sitting inside the shower as the cold water flowed all over her body she sat on the cold tiles just staring at the poor shampoo bottle , letting her demons eat whatever left over soul out

pulling out the cigarette she just took a puff wanting to blow away the pain

no matter how strong you are , your emotions always betray you and makes you feel powerless as if its you against the whole world and all of them are trapping you , pushing you and trampling you in the process of getting on the top

you feel like your breaths are stuck in your throat mixing up with another lump formed there making no room for a little bit of love to pass through , sometimes people hold the power of making you feel so unworthy and worthless you just sink deeper and deeper into the sea as you on-the-go forget how to swim back to the shore

they say panic attacks that makes your breaths go away are the worse but nobody talks about the once that you try to gulp down , silently fighting tricking yourself into thinking youre doing this for the drama so that you don't burst open the wounds while youre just pointlessly making the glass sunk deeper and deeper into your skin hoping one day you will finally hit it right and end this all

•flashback•

"vridha look at me when i talk okay? DONT YOU DARE IGNORE MY WORDS" another slap "you think you're old enough to answer back? huh? is your whore momma making you learn bad things this young?"

"mae kuch nahi kar sakti beta mera koi is ghar mae sunta hi kon hae" (i cant do anything child nobody listens to me in this house anyways)

"you're so lazy give me your phone mae bhi dekhu kaha mu marti hae"

vridha's pov

the loud voice from my mother's room brought me back to my tracks , running down to see the vase broken into pieces with a man fuming in anger  looking at her i just knew these 3 days aren't gonna be any easy

aakar 2 ghante bhi nahi huve aur ye haal hae how will i manage 3 days without wanting to throw myself or one of my family members of the cliff

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please atleast comment down something so itll help me feel motivated enough to write , i wont be apologetic if this may trigger you SO STILL GO AND READ THE TRIGGER WARNING cause there's a lot of such things or worse mentioned in the further chapters