A story where Shirsha, a naive girl get's married to a heartless man Ankit .....................................................................................
Ankit's past had nothing to do with him now but yet still his past haunted him and drew...
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His eyes were glittery from tears. One by one was escaping from his eyes and were sliding down his cheeks.
His tears were
falling
falling
falling
and
falling
Seeing him cry and look this vulnerable made my heart pinch in pain and soon tears started forming in my eyes too.
"My mother wasn't Indian. She was American." Ankit breathed out a trembling sigh and continued-
"My grandmother(father's mother) hated my mom very much because she wasn't Indian and she belonged to a white family. But her love for my father was unconditional. Both of them were young and madly in love with each other. My mother's name was Gloria but father used to call her 'Glory'. My mother was of 19 when she found out she was pregnant with me. Father was delighted but when grandma got to know about this she died in a heart attack. The last words she said were "Mera pota angrez hai. Ye mai seh nahi sakti" (My grandson is American, I can't tolerate this)" Ankit stopped for a beat to catch his breathe and started speaking again.
"After grandma died my father changed completely. Father became more cold, heartless and barely spoke to anyone. This affected mom at a great extent. She never imagined that the person who made promises to her about loving her and taking care of me will turn into a cold corpse just within a day. They both grew distant but father secretly loved watching her do tasks around the house. It's as if my father lost the ability to love but couldn't wipe out the affection he was feeling towards mother." Once again I squeezed his hand.
"I was born on 23rd March 1999, it was 4 in the morning. There was no one to support my mother, to hold her hand and assure her that everything was going to be just fine. She struggled alone and gave birth to me. I inherited her hair colour and her eyes. The rest of my body features are exactly like my father, which I hate a lot"
As soon as Ankit stopped speaking I started to observe his facial features one by one. His eyes, they were a bright shade of caramel. His hair, it's a shade of copper and his lips they were in a perfect heart like shape. He's indeed beautiful and I can't even imagine how beautiful his actual mother looked like.
"After I was born, mom changed her personality too and became more sassy. She started giving my father the same cold treatment which he gave to my mother. Even after I was born father didn't changed even a bit. So mother changed herself too. But she didn't showed any of her bad sides to me. She always loved me and cherished me. Years went by and I grew up. When I was 6 years old, I got the news that mom was pregnant again. But how'd she got pregnant, that's a dark secret till now. Neither me nor Noor could figure it out and we don't have the gut to ask father directly." Ankit let out a sigh and his thumb brushed the top of my hand.
"Noor was born on 4th November, 2005. But his time father and I was there at the hospital waiting eagerly for the good news. When we got to know that mother gave birth to a girl father and my eyes lit up in happiness and that was the first time in my entire life I saw him genuinely happy. But mother was still giving him the silent treatment and named her "Ankita" because it matched with my name. But later on when mother died, he changed her name and named her "Noor" because that's what he wanted to name his daughter back in the hospital."
I am silent for so long. Listening to his miseries. I gulped down the lump in my throat and asked
"H-how did a-aunty die?"
Ankit looked up to meet my gaze and shiver ran down my entire body. He sadly chuckled.
"She was beaten to death. She was beaten and tortured until there was not a single drop of blood left in her body. She was lying in her pool of blood" I gasped and another tear escaped from our eyes. I know what this pain feels like 'beaten to death'. I've been through this and I barely survived.
I couldn't hold on much longer and pulled Ankit for a hug. His tense body relaxed as soon as it came in contact with mine and I just hold onto him until the storm raging in his heart calms down.
Soon soft sobs started to come out of Ankit's mouth and I realised he's crying. I let him cry.
