After Midnight- [I Lost Everything]

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[Aparajita]

“Meeting you was destined, but to meet with your eyes was my decision!”

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Everyone says that time changes, and the dark night of your life will definitely turn into a beautiful morning. But what if that beautiful morning that you are awaiting is miffed by you, what if it's playing hide-and-seek with you and never comes to you. We, people, are so inane, we wish for a falling star to fulfill our wishes, which we're not able to fulfill even by our handwork. We blow the seeds of dandelions in one breath to check if we're loved by the creature whom we love madly and profoundly. We don't even leave the lost eyelashes, to check whether our wishes are going to be true or not. Why do we always seek fulfillment of our desires from things that are dead, fallen or lost?

Life gives you lemons, but the lemonade you make of it gets bitter as well as its peels give you more tears. But here, in my case, lemons' seeds are also flummoxing me.

When we have too many options at hand, a plethora of choices to be precise, then our inner voices start to fight with each other to pick which one is the best one, causing an internal struggle and our indecisive mind is unable to choose one-final-one as we are subjected to analysis paralysis and consequently resulting in the selection of none.

What happens when we have only a plethora of nuisances in your life instead of choices?

My step-father's impenetrable waves were coming to swallow me, numerating my capacity to endure. The vulnerable eyes of my grandparents were beseeching reticently, for me to carry on my father's legacy, the secret my mother was stashing in her eyes were drowning me and the demand that my father left for his elder daughter were enough to germinate a labyrinth of unsettling thoughts inside me.

Cantankerous thoughts about a precarious future

were making my mind restless. I could not find where I could get peace, the answer of my questions and a way to tackle these issues. I was roaming back and forth under one of the gazebos, exhausted because of not being able to find any solution. I sat in one of the chairs and closed my eyes. After a little passage of time, I heard footsteps of two people and I immediately understood who they were.

"Is there any way I can get my father’s inheritance without getting married?" I asked without opening my eyes.

"To inherit your father's inheritance, you must marry him." Meera said with a tired sigh. "Aparajita! My suggestion is that you marry him and divorce him after six months with some excuse." She sat down on the chair, stretched her neck, satisfied at the sound of the loud pop of her bones.

"Some excuse?" 

"Like he's not treating you well, something like that."

"Disgusting!" I responded, surprisingly keeping a good watch on my anger that her inane talks were causing. "You're telling me to play a game with Aditeya, use him like a puppet and the day I will succeed in getting my father’s properties, I should throw out of my life by saying he's not treating me well." My gaze darted to Suraj. "I don't want to trap anyone else in my quagmire of troubles. I already regret both of you falling into this trap and I don't want to add any more regrets." I straightened up, moved towards the spot where I was standing earlier.

"Aparajita, You didn’t trap us in this circle of troubles, it's us who willingly chose to try ourselves only to help you. Stop blaming yourself."

"Meera, I think this friend of yours invented a new operating system that’s known as 'Worrywart', didn't she?" He scoffed, taking a seat beside Meera. My eyes narrowed at him, clearly the guilt was now replaced with the displeasure after hearkening his sentence.