❝𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭?❞
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•SHURISHA•
I was meant to be killed? My father was murdered? My mother took her last breathe while giving me birth? Rajput? Chauhaan? Roy?
Please I want to die now, I can't, I can't digest all this.
“Isha, where are you lost?” My body jolted up, my gaze wandered from left to the door than at the window, sticking at the dark sky with black clouds.
Dark! Just like my fate.
“Was I meant to die?” The question arised itself inside me and I voiced it out instantly, glancing back at chachi- no, mami.
She shook her head hastily.
“Nahi bache, Galat vo log thee isme tumhari kya galti, Tum toh bas ek nanhi sii jaan thii, jo iss sab ke bich fass gyi thii, tumhara toh koi qasoor bhi nahi thaa” (“No child, they were wrong, what was your fault in this, You were just a little life, which got stuck in all this, you don't even have any fault) Her thumb brushed off the tear that escaped my right eyes. “2 khandaan ki ladai ke bich mein tum aa gyi thii vo ladai khatam karne, par kisse pata thaa, vo tumhari jaan ke dushman ban jayege” (You came in the middle of the fight of the family, to end the fight, but who knew, they will become enemies of your life) She deciphered making sure I don't misunderstood anything but I was living in misunderstanding till now.
“Ye sab mere sath hi kyu ho-" I bursted out crying in her arms.
("Why is all this happening to me-" I)
“Shh! Rote nahi hai bache, chup bilkul” (shh! Don't cry baby) She cooed me, caressing the back of my head. Suvansh stated right 'life is not a bed roses for everyone', mine was a bed of thorns. The thorns which are making me bleed even after my every attempt to cut them off.
“Chauhaan aur Rajput khandaan mein dushmani thii, Apki mumma or papa mein nahi , aap toh unki beti ho, unhe acha lagega apko aise rota dekh ke hmm? Or apke naitik papa or Himanshi mumma, vo toh aapko vaha se bahar le aaye, unhone vada kiya thaa apke mumma papa se ki vo apko safe rakhege. Ab aap unse gussa ho jaogi toh apke mumma papa ko acha lagega kya?” (There was enmity in the Chauhan and Rajput families, not in your mom and dad, you are their daughter, will they like to see you cry like this? And your Naitik dad and Himanshi mom, they brought you out of there, they promised to keep you safe. Now if you get angry with them, will your mom and dad feel good?)
I draw myself out of her hold and ran a hand on my face harshly wiping the tears off. Sniffing and blinking back the tears , I reached out for the glass of water rested on the chest of the drawer. Gulping down half of the glass, I kept it back.
