Eternity of Souls 💕

Epilogue (A happy ending)

Mallika's pov

I don't know what's exactly wrong but after that day my father never faced me..

*Flashes of the day*

"Dad please... Forgive me!" I begged him..

My pain became unbearable... Everyone was accusing me... I gave up foolishly..  I gave up to their naggings that led me to my brink. Still I wanted to live ...

He stepped forward and looked down at my figure who was kneeling down to get his forgiveness.

"Leave from my sight, at once" He said..

He doesn't really understand, does he
He couldn't even sense how brutally I was being insulted, could he?

I got up and rushed to my room... I felt like the distance between us grew intense ... My food was always served in my room and from that day, no one called me down to join them in dinner...
How interesting it's been ... I adapted my hobby of painting... And surprisingly they didn't nag for which I was ready to get beaten up...

*In present*

But how strange the memory was .. That boy from the party... Mr. Sumedh... He was definitely a strangely kind guy... His sharp features of beauty were unforgettable... Specially his eyes which met with mine at the dark corner yet shone with his jolly and honest personality.
He did try to contact me through my social media account... I kept one in secret but I ignored him after giving a straight answer that, "I'm not fit for someone u should be interested in. I'm sorry if I'm rude"

But he's strangely stubborn that I could never really convince him... He watched my stories that I momentarily put also he liked the paintings i used to upload... Praising my work, commenting my art ... How could I be so selfish to not reply him gently and how selfish i'd look if I denied the fact that he was actually the reason I got motivation to adapt my hobby full fledgedly again ... In between my busy working days... Once a week I paint to keep my calm...

Also It'll be a lie if I say I really don't wait for his comment particularly among the crowd of others... Though I never reply him ...

Does it make me look pathetic?

"Who are you painting Imoo"   I was snapped out by the baby voice of my niece...

Despite of how my other family members are my cousin brother, his wife and his daughter they were surprisingly affectionate towards me ... They also got scolded for keeping in contact with me ... Although I understand everyone looks down on me bcs I can't fulfill their expectations and I'm a 'daughter' not 'son'...

The kid always loved me and so did I.... She had pure care unlike her parents who actually pitied me... Nevertheless couldn't deny their affection even if it's poty bcs they also pay something to keep in touch with me.

I looked at my painting...
I was really shocked to see, my absent minded self actually drew him.

"T ...thi... This is ..."

"His eyes are pwtty. (Pretty)" That 5 yrs old said cutely...