Book-3
Lord Rama once said,
"No one can change the direction of the wind, but one can adjust the sails to reach the destination."
Ishani Raichand.
Intelligent, ambitious, and confident.
Is engaged in a relentless battle against the patriarchal norm...
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Slap!
The beep sound echoed in my ears, numbing my cheek and pushing me down on the marble floor of our house.
A slap. A hard slap that crashed on my soul than on my body. A hard slap that shattered my will to leave and a slap that awaken the hate inside my heart.
"The only disappointment I had in my life is you." Papa's voice echoed in the our huge, most luxurious house in the area. The walls shattered with his grudge and the sound of the slap crashed on my cheek.
"I told you to home-school her, Papa," Kartik bhaiyya my elder brother pointed a finger at me instead of helping me stand up from the floor I have fallen after Papa slapped me. "This girl will ruin the name of Raichand."
"I will kill her before she does that!" Papa's voice full of warning, sending hate rather than the terror inside my heart.
"Suniye, why are you saying such thing? She's our daughter." The tears rolled down Maa's eyes when she ran to pick me up from the floor but Kartik bhaiyya did not let her.
[Suniye: It's the Indian word that wife use to call her husband to show respect, also because most of the Indian wives do not take their husband's name.]
"That's the problem!" Papa shouted, throwing the phone he snatched from hand and breaking it into pieces. "She's the daughter! That's the problem!"
I'm the disappointment, I'm the disappointment not because I did something wrong but, I'm the disappointment because I'm a girl. I born as a girl is my fault.
"What were you thinking, leaving the school in half and wander around?" Kartik Bhaiyya walked to me and stood in front of me while I was still on the floor.
"I wasn't wandering." I answered, staring into his eyes as the anger run up on my head. "I went to drop Advik home, he fainted due to fever and..."
"I don't care who fainted or who died!" Kartik Bhaiyya's hand reached to my body, but not to pick me up but to grab my hair in grip. The sting ached my scalp when he almost snatched my hair in harsh and rough grip. "And stay away from that bastard."
"He had a fever!" I answered back even though I could feel my scalp almost snatched from my head. "And no. I won't stay away from him, he's my friend." My answer must have triggered Kartik Bhaiyya to his core because-
Slap!
"How dare you talk back, Ishani?!" Kartik Bhaiyya shoutes, gripping on my head tighter as the tears coated my eyes, but I didn't let them out. They're not worth to come out of my eyes.
"With my mouth." I said, staring right into Kartik Bhaiyya's eyes. "Are you slow?" Another slap. This time, it was harder. Blood popped out from my lips when I feel the electric sting all over my face.
"Did you see it, Papa?! Look at her audacity!" Kartik Bhaiyya let go of my hair and did what he always do. Poison Papa's head. Praise him to look down on me. "She's becoming arrogant day by day!"
