Bindya knocked on Ekta's room's door but when there was no response from the other side, she slowly opened the door.
It was dark inside with the low dim light of the sun from the closed curtains.
Bindya walked in and sat on the side of her bed.
She slowly caressed her girl's cheeks and pushed back the little hairs that rested on her face.
It was one of those rare moments when Bindya wished she could give her daughter more of her time and affection.
She turned away.
How could she give all her attention to Ekta when her own place in this palace was so temporary back then? The moment Rana would have gotten tired of her beauty would mark her retreat.
Fortunately, that never happened.
Rana was never tired of her and her constant wantings.
In the chaos of all these, she did not get enough time to care for her daughter.
I am a bad mother, Ekta... she thought.
I am a house wrecker too... She sighed.
"I have no excuse to not accept what they call me"
She whispered getting up.
"I am a disgrace to women's race but at what cost? All I ever wanted was to get out of that mess that my parents threw me in just for their own survival. Was it too selfish to have the wanting to be somewhere safer? Somewhere better? Probably it was but at least I could stand up for myself when no one else did, when no one had cared to do that for me and my baby, I want you to learn that from me. No need to learn anything else other than that. Everything else is just too ugly for morality"
She whispered softly, putting her palm on Ekta's forehead.
Bindya sighed walking to the windows at the end of the walls.
"Get up, Ekta"
She said loudly.
Ekta mumbled in her sleep, turning on the other side of the bed.
"Sardar Amar and his family will arrive soon. Get ready, child"
She said letting all the bright lights strike inside the previously dim room.
"Oh yes!"
Ekta sat up on the bed immediately.
Ekta likes organizing events and supervising if everything is right or not. Deep down, this is her way of pleasing people or a way through which they might be happy that she exists.
Bindya took the lehenga-choli she had kept on the table last night when she came to see if Ekta had fallen asleep or not.
"Wear it after bathing today"
Bindya said handing it over to her.
Ekta looks at the cloth with beautiful gota patti embroidery over it.
Bindya drops it on the bed and leaves slowly.
"Don't be late. I don't want any complaints"
She said and vanished away in the corridor.
"How do you expect that guests will arrive here and no one would curse me everything they would have originally cursed you for?"
She whispered to herself touching the soft cloth on the bed with immense repentance in her eyes.
She got up from the bed and stretched her hands over her head.
"Maybe they are here to take Drucilla didi with them this time"
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