"Unraveled Destinies"

chapter 51

Feeling extremely refreshed, I decided not to sleep anymore and help Mumma with breakfast since she must be tired from not getting enough sleep last night.

As I stepped outside my room, I heard some noises. Curious, I walked towards their room only to witness an argument unfolding.

It wasn't something unusual to me because I was so habitual of all of these that it used to be like a routine. But since I wasn't here for the past few months, I was getting a bit uneasy. I stepped in between to control them, mainly because I didn't want my mumma to argue now and then stress over it resulting in deteriorating her health and also I can't let Kabir to know about all this.

I tried to step in, but my father showed his palm , glaring for me to stop, causing me to take a step back. I stood there for a moment but aftee a few minutes, their argument only intensified, and things getting worst. I couldn't let all this continue atleast not infront of me because I can't risk my mother's health , so I stood between the two, stopping the argument, only to hear my father shout at me, "You just stay away from all this; it's our family matter."

"What do you mean it's your family matter, Papa? I am also a part of this family," I argued back, only for myself to be shattered by his next words as he replied, "No! You are not! You are nothing more than bad luck to our family, that's it," he said, and I felt like I heard something wrong, but deep down, I knew it wasn't.

But as if I needed something more to hear , for the sake of my heart , I wanted to hear him saying that no I heard something wrong.

Wiping the tears that escaped from my right eye without even my permission from my cheeks, I took a step forward again, facing him, before asking , "Does that mean I am not your daughter?" Despite his hurtful behavior towards me and all of us, I held onto a glimmer of hope that this time he would deny my question, affirming that I am indeed his daughter.

No matter what he say, what he does , he is my father and just like that I was hoping for him to say that I am his daughter but to my dismay, he uttered the next words, "No! You are not. You are just a curse to us. I have no daughter," shattering the last ray of hope within me and leaving me to gather my broken pieces as the tears started flowing out of my eyes , this time I didn't even stop them , letting them flow freely just like our broken relationship , letting it go wherever it reaches.

I rushed to my room, trying to control my harsh breaths and sobs. The need to cry overwhelmed me; I knew I had to let it all out to regain some stability to face this situation. Since Kabir was asleep in the room, I dashed into the bathroom, turned on the taps, and cried. I cried until I felt a release from the turmoil in my mind.

After some time, I emerged from the bathroom, feeling somewhat better and relieved. As soon as I stepped out, he came up to me with a concerned expression, asking, "Are you alright? I've been knocking on the door for so long." I nodded in response without saying a word, and he followed me until I sat on the bed.

Taking a seat beside me, he gently turned me to face him, and I complied, feeling too drained to resist. The tears in my eyes were totally dried as my eyes got tired of shedding more but my heart didn't stop crying at all.

Placing his finger beneath my chin, he lifted it and said, "Look at me and then tell me what happened?" I felt my eyes welling up again at his soft tone as he cupped my face but I managed to control my emotions before responding, though I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. "Nothing happened, I want to go back. I miss everyone there. Can we go back now?" I asked, changing the topic while turning my face away from him.

"Umm... sure. We can. But what happened all of a sudden? Because last night when I asked you, you insisted on staying for 2 more days," he asked, seeking an explanation for my abrupt decision seeming puzzled by my sudden change of heart.