Ashaangi One Shots❄️

ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Disclaimer

This one shot is a piece of fiction. The characters, events and places in the shot are extremely fictional. This shot has nothing to do with the personal life of the lead casts.

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"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, It is not proud."

- Corinthians 13:4

It is not the end of the world but I do feel like one. End of one world and beginning of another.

The end of happiness, wholeness, laughter and contentment. What do I have left for? Who do I have left for? As everyone expresses their sorries, I don't understand what they are sorry for. It wasn't their fault that God decided to let me suffer. It is definitely not an end of the world but for me it is an end of an old world and a beginning of new world. A world filled with sorrows and miseries.

"God bless you my child, un appa epome un koodaye thaa irupaaru, protecting you like a guardian angel" The mother superior blessed me.

My eyes filled with tears.  

"Enak yaarume illa mother" I said as my voice broke.

"It's not true Serah. Come with me" she dragged me to her convent behind the church.

Children from the orphanage were running around. Sisters were walking through the corridors.

"You are always welcome here Serah. I understand Joseph mattum thaan unak ore family ah irunthaaru, but we are also family for you.. avuru ponathunala unak yaarume illa nu aayidathu ma" The mother said.

I just smiled. Fake smiled. Mother superior was my favourite since my school days. I saw my mother, may her soul rest in peace, in mother superior when she took care of me at school. Mother superior had a soft corner for me as I lost my own mother when I was born.

"Thank you mother" I said meekly and walked back to the church.

I bought a set of candles from the shop outside and went to the cemetery. I walked to the very end of the cemetery where the one and only family I have laid. I kneeled down and caressed the letters carved on the grave.

Teresa Martin Williams

June 5 1950 - May 25 1975

Joseph Williams

April 15 1942 - July 1 1994

Why did you give birth to me, if it was to leave me alone in this world filled with miseries mom? My eyes filled with tears. I lit the candle for both of them and sat there staring their grave lost. Atleast they are together now. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to find an old man smiling at me. His face looked similar. I stood up wiping my tears. He looked at my parents grave and sighed. I kept looking him.

"Nammaluk yaarume illa nu realise pandra oru naal ellarukum varum.. enak athu en amma eranthu pona naal.." he said.

"Neenga..?"

"I'm Stephen Martin.. Teresa was my sister" he said looking at my mother's grave.

My eyes widened. Stephen Martin, one who tried to kill my father for taking my mother away. The one who was diagnosed with schizophrenia and was locked in an asylum. My whole body started shivering. My hands fisted my blue cotton dress as I stepped back.