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Who the hell was she? I didn’t know her. Not an ounce of recognition.
And what in God’s name was with that fucking attitude?
No girl, no one, dared to waltz into Rathore’s mansion just like that and shout. It was an affront.
“RUVIT!”
The piercing shriek of my name from the unknown girl shattered the lingering silence, drawing every eye to me.
Every eye, that was, except Grandma’s.
Her smile, unnervingly bright, widened.
She rose from her chair with a deliberate slowness, then moved, a strange urgency in her steps, towards the girl.
The moment the girl registered Grandma’s approach, she bolted, tearing through the entryway.
Then, a sight that stunned us all into silence—
Grandma and that girl hugged each other as if it is a reunion. It seemed like they hadn’t met in a lifetime.
All eyes, now, were fixed on the bewildering duo.
“I never saw Grandma behaving so frankly, that too with a girl.” Rishika exclaimed, her voice a whisper.
The emphasis on “girl” was sharp, echoing my own disbelief.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Grandma’s disdain for Rishika since her birth, the profound neglect she’d shown, had always been a painful truth.
I’d been too young to fully grasp it then.
But with every passing year, the cruel discrimination she’d fostered between us siblings became strikingly clear.
Yet, despite it all, our bond remained fiercely strong.
It wasn’t hatred I felt for Grandma, no. It was her rigid mindset, a relic of her era, that was disgusting.
The blatant discrimination between men and women had been common in her time, yes.
That explained why she thought this way. But the world had moved on.
She had to adapt to this new society, to understand that now, males and females stood on equal ground.
Regardless, this was a first.
This raw, open display of affection from Grandma was unprecedented.
She reached out, her hand settling, almost tenderly, on the unknown girl’s head.
“I hope you are doing fine, dear.” Grandma purred, her smile saccharine.
“I’m doing absolutely fine,” The girl replied, a syrupy sweetness in her voice, then paused, a beat of deliberate theatricality.
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