INAYAT

The Call

Noor

"He is going to die in five months . his heart condition has worsened.
In his last days , he has a favour to ask from you ."

These were the the exact words his assistant said when he called me earlier this evening. Since then those words have been ringing in my head .
I have not stopped trembling since then .

Currently I am on the private jet , my uncle sent for me . yes , he has gotten so successful now that he has his own jet . my heart warms at how happy he must have been because of his accomplishments.

Earlier this evening , when I got the call . I couldn't think of anything , my mind went into its blank state again . With trembling hands , I called Mohini Amma and told her everything . she tried to calm me down and said she would watch all the work , I can go .

After that I quickly packed some clothes and boarded the plane as his assistant had instructed me . its been an half an hour since I boarded the plane and my mind is numb .my eyes are filled with tears. my chest is aching so hard at the thought that I will lose the last person who loved me . I know I have already lost him , he hates me. He showed his hate towards me in that call . I still remember every word he said.

Flashback [ 3 years ago]

I open the door to my small apartment . keep the keys on the table and get myself a glass of water . I sit on the small sofa , drinking water . I stare into the empty walls of this empty house . my life has been numb like this , since that night .

After Mohini amma saved me , I have been working non-stop in the NGO , trying to run away from the darkness . trying to put on a perfect facade .

These days uncle have been on the news , his business is growing rapidly . some reports say that in the next five years , he will be a billionaire. I smile a bit at that , I feel good thinking how happy he must be now that the business he worked so hard for is growing now .

I miss him , I miss uncle a lot . the only that was good in my childhood ,after my parents died and my uncle and aunt adopted me , were the days uncle would come back . my aunt would not dare to even touch me in those days . she would act so sweetly .
My uncle used to bring so many books for me and then he would read them for me . I would get so happy that ,one day I almost told uncle about everything that aunt used to do to me . but before I could say anything aunt came and took me away from uncle . that day after uncle left , she beat me a lot .

I push myself out of my thoughts and go to take a shower .
when I come back I frown when I see I got a missed call from an unknown number . but I shrug thinking it might be a spam call . as I was going to prepare some food for me , my phone starts ringing again . its that unknown number again , this time I pick it up thinking that whoever is doing this prank, I will teach them a lesson .

I was going to say something when I freeze hearing the voice on the other end . its uncle .my heart warms up listening to his voice after 2 years . but then I start trembling thinking

How did he find me ? No no if he knows then aunt will know too . she will drag me back to that hell again . no no no

Before I could cut that call he spoke again
"Bhot khush hogi tum toh ab? " with such harshness in his voice like .............. I did something bad ?

"Hmara sab kuch lut kar bhag gyi thi na tum . Khushi toh bhot mili hogi tumhe . chlo tumhe ek aur khush ki khabar deta hu. "

Tears stream down my face hearing uncle's harsh words .
I stole everything? When ?
My head aches thinking of why uncle is saying thi-
Wait was this another lie of hers .
She lied to my uncle that I stole everything and ran away when she sold me to that brothel.
I can't believe it .

Before I could dwell more on it uncle spoke again this time crying . "tumhari aunt Mar gyi . vahi aunt jisne tumhe apni beti ki tarah Pala tha . aur tumne uske Pyaar ka kya harzana diya usse ?"

I hold my hand covering my mouth so that my uncle doesn't hear my sobs . my aunt is dead and I feel nothing . the thing that hurts me is those words , the harshness in those words .
I want to scream that
Unhone toh mere saath begano se bhi batar sulukh kiya tha

But I don't say anything because I know my uncle loved aunt a lot . he loved her blindly and he must be broken because of her death . I don't want to hurt him more .
I know that too even if I tell him the truth he won't believe me so I stay silent listening to his harsh taunts .

After a while of staying silent , he said
"Tumhe bhi apni ammi saath Mar hi Jana chahiye tha " . he cut the call after saying this .
And I broke to a million pieces . I couldn't take it anymore . I say on the floor crying , hitting my chest trying to ease the ache but it was if no use .

"Main bhi Mar hi gyi hoti toh acha hota "I whispered and while staring at the rising sun .

I cut my wrist .

Flashback end

I still get shivers thinking about that day . those words . Uncle's voice .
Mohini Amma saved me that day . if she hadn't come early that day I would have not been here .
It would have been better if she didn't save me .

My condition was really critical for some days as I had lost a lot of blood . this worried Mohini Amma a lot , she didn't leave my side for days . I didn't like it , that I was troubling her so much so from that day on I perfected my facade .
The facade that doesn't allow anyone to see the darkness inside me . how scary it can get .how it consumes me so much that I don't sleep for days .

I also started wearing full sleeve Kurtis everyday whether its winter or summer so that no one can see those cuts .

I am drawn out of my thoughts when the pilot announces that we have reached Delhi.

When I step out of the plane , a luxury car is waiting there , to pick me up . I sit in the backseat trembling . I look out of the window as the car starts moving .

I am here again . the place I have been running away from for five years .
A shiver runs down my spine thinking of what is awaiting for me .

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-yours not so truly
Darkrose.