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𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙃𝙔𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙃𝘼
Marriage for me meant my freedom from the ones whose blood I share.
I needed it to do what was required of me. It was never my plan to include him in this. My revenge was gonna burn them...
5000 words excluding my rant, don't be stingy okay?
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Aradhya's POV
It's been a year, a year since our angel came to us. She has started to walk now and even blabbers some incoherent sounds. I can't believe how fast she is growing up. Did you feel it too? I know you did, you wrote it. But it all feels surreal, her being in my arms never makes me any less giddy than I was the first time I held her.
Remember I told you how she climbed over Abhimanyu the other day, he had gone hysterical when he failed to find her on the bed and that hysteria soon turned to happiness when he saw her crawling towards the door.
I feel like he's just papa. Too careful but too precious as well. Their bond has been getting stronger as she is growing and that doesn't mean our isn't. She still cries if she doesn't see me as soon as she opens her eyes. Her gaze always finds me wherever we are but just her naps are her fathers. She always falls asleep on his chest as if it's her custom made bed. We're going somewhere today, Abhimanyu has planned something for our angel and I'm still unaware of what it is. But I have to go now.
Okay then. I'll talk to you later. I miss you maa. Your gudiya.
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I closed the diary as I kept it in the bag, I had no idea why but when I brought our angel home that day, I wanted to talk to her, talk to my mother who had been writing to me since the day I was born. So I did what she had been doing, I wrote to her.
I heard Mom calling me and I closed the bag before dragging it out of the door. Abhimanyu had planned something for her birthday and he refuses to tell me what it is.
" I heard diya crying, isn't she with you? " Mom asked, my little girl has too many names for no other reason that everyone wanted their own nickname, and when dadi had scolded them for doing that, they had decided on the name diya, sometimes they do use their own names but now it's her nickname.
" No, her father took her to the studio. " I told her, my angel loves my studio as much as she loves me, it is one of the places that could calm her down if I'm not around, that happens rarely but it does. She even sits like an obedient child once she's in there. Sometimes when I'm painting something, she stays still like a doll as if afraid of disturbing me.
I hadn't been too keen on taking her there due to the dark atmosphere of the room but Abhimanyu had reminded me that the room and our angel both are a part of me, how could she not like it. And well he was right. She really likes the studio and I do know her favourite piece is still her father.
I had painted him, and before I could show it to him my angel had done the deed by pulling down the covers with her little hands. She was more happy than Abhimanyu when she showed him the canvas.
