BROKEN PROMISES OF HEART

╰┈➤.CHAPTER 2 ♡

Alisha's POV

Right now I'm sitting inside my room with bruises on my body. The place where my mother held my arm tightly turned purple. My left side of face where my dad slapped had his handprints. My body hurting with pain. Tears in my eyes, a cut under my lip. I was looking a mess.

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Flashback
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Soon someone came from behind and pulled me around harshly holding my hand. Just as I turned around and saw who it was I got froze at my place.

Yes you are right, it's my mom. Her hold on my arm tightened even more. She was glaring at me with something I can't explain was it Disappointed? Or hate ? I don't know but I'm sure of what was coming. But it didn't happened like I had expected, I expected her to slap me. But instead she started dragging me outside the club. My friends were also looking at all the drama happening infront of them. Aditi and Prateek tried to stop my mother but my father stood infront of them stopping them.

"It's our personal matter and I expect you all to stay out of it." Saying this my father also came behind us.

Now when we were outside the club. She opened the car door and pushed me inside of it while she sat in the passenger side. Soon my father came outside and sat on the driver seat and started the car.

After about 5 min my mother looked outside of the car and said
"Hamari naak katva ke rakh di is ladhki ne"
(This girl insulted us infront of all)
She further continued" Kon tha vo ladka? "
( Who was that boy?) This time in a higher pitch.

"Ma..a vo mera d..ost ha..i" I said in between sobs.
( Mom he is my friend")

"Ham toh kabhi apne dosto ke itne karib nahi gye-" she said but was interrupted by dad.
( We never went so close to our friends)

"Bas karo jo puchna hai ghr chalkar puchna" he said his voice carrying a mix of anger and hatred.
( Stop for now whatever you want to ask, ask it after reaching home )

Rest of the ride was silent which I knew was the silence before the storm.
"Bhagwan ji bas ajj bacha lena mumma papa ke gusse se"
(God please save me one last time from mumma papa's wrath.)
I prayed.

After sometime

As we reached in front of our house, mumma opened her car door and got out of it. Then she opened my door and pushed me out of the car and dragged me inside the house. Just when we entered our house she pushed me towards the ground and I hit my head at the table and I got a cut above my left eyebrow.

"Dont you know the daughters of our house aren't allowed to go to clubs and all." Mumma said yelling at me.

"So..r.ry mumma" I said in between my sobs.

"What sorry han ?" "Your sorry wont fix anything now... We were there for our business meeting, our investers were there with us. What they might be thinking? the daughters of Singhanias dont even know basic manners ??" Mumma said making me feel like nothing am I just their daughter don't I have my own identity.

"Just go inside your room and dont come oustide until I tell you" Papa said interrupting mumma in between.

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End of flashback
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My phone was continuously ringing from past 2 hours, I didn't bothered looking at the caller ID and went inside washroom.

There when I looked into the mirror at my own reflection I could see nothing but just a vulnerable girl standing with bruises on her hands and face. I hate that I let them do anything they want that I let them rule my life according to their will. When I look at my other friends I wonder if their life was also messed up like mine. Were their parents like mine too? But I have met Aditi's parents a few times and I never not even for once saw fear in Aditi's eyes like mine when I look at my parents. I never met Nehal or Prateek's Family. I once asked Prateek to introduce his parents to me but everytime he changed the topic saying that when the right time will come he will introduce me to them. I dont know when that right time will come.