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Aadrika
As I wandered through the garden, my mind dwelled on the words I had with Maa. I felt confused towards the recent events. I didn't wrote it. I never wrote the marriage of the princess.
There was no Maharaj Madhavrao in the story. The plot isn't going the way it should. I was anxious about the future events. If the plot will change so would the future, so would the ruler. I can't depend on the plot I know anymore.
My thoughts broke as I heard the sound of anklets approaching-a soft, rhythmic chime that echoed through the soft air.
Instinctively, I turned towards the sound of anklets. There I saw the graceful presence of her.
"Choti Maa", I rose at my feet and bowed respectfully. Her face was devoid of emotions. There was no warmth in them, the warmth I saw when I first met her. And before I could say a word, her firm and cold voice cut the stillness of the air like a knife.
"Who are you?" Choti Maa demanded, her tone cold and unrecognizable.
I straightened up, confusion clouding my features. What happened?
"What are you saying, Choti Maa?" I asked, trying to mask the tremor in my voice.
"Who are you?" Choti Maa repeated, this time more firmly, her eyes never leaving my face.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I replied softly, "I'm your daughter, Aadrika, Choti Maa."
A flicker of something-anger, perhaps?-passed through Choti Maa's eyes. She shook her head slowly, her expression unyielding. "No!" she declared. "You're not my Aadrika."
Oh Shit!
I felt as if the ground had shifted beneath my feet. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I took a hesitant step forward.
"Maa, why are you saying this? What has happened?"
Choti Maa's gaze hardened, and she took a step back, creating a palpable distance between us.
"I know you are not my Aadrika. I will soon find out who you are.", she stated firmly. She turned and walked away.
"Choti Maa! Choti Maa!", I called her but it fell deaf to her while she kept walking away.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!", I muttered under my breath. I paced back and forth, facepalming in tense state.
"Fuck my worst luck!", I groaned already tensed with the marriage news and now this!
"Hey prabhu! What sin did I commit that you are punishing me like this.", I whined dramatically.
"Ok! Enough melodrama, Now time to do some work." My subconscious scolded.
I shut my eyes, annoyed with my own subconscious. I let out a heavy sigh knowing I have to do something about the doubt she has.
"Come on! Think Rika, think. What can we do to convince her of you being Aadrika."
I paced back and forth in panick. My steps slowed as my thoughts."Wait!"
"How did she even know that I'm not her." My eyes furrowed in confusion.
I ran my thoughts on every possibility. I replayed the past few weeks in my mind, searching for clues. Had I said something to her which made her doubt me. Was it something I did that Aadrika would never?
My thoughts haltered, my eyes widened in realisation.
"Fuck! How could I even overlook that?". I held my head in my hands, shutting my eyes in frustration.
"Why the hell I am so damn stupid!". I gritted my teeth in anger.
Angry at myself.
Angry at my sharp tongue.
"She was the closest to her. She knew Aadrika more than anyone. Aadrika was a quite girl. She was always polite to others. Unlike me."
I really want to kill myself for forgetting such a important point.
"Now what to do?", I whined.
"You have four options."
"Wow, I didn't know I have a brain that actually works.", I said in mock amusement.
"Yeah. Now if you don't shut up, you will know exactly how it feels to not have a brain."
WTF!
"Oh my dear brain, what are the options." I asked sweetly.
"First option - kill yourself "
"Wow, sounds like something a toxic parent would say. Next one"
"Second option - kill her and make it look like an accident."
"You sound like my bestfriend, so it's definitely a no. Next option"
"Third option - tell her the truth."
"Wow, so my brain is planning to give me a painful and horrible death. Nice! Next option." I stated sarcastically.
"Last option - a manipulative emotional drama and we're good."
"Why do you always give me the best option at the last?"
"Patience baby, patience is the k-"
"Yeah Yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes.
"A manipulative emotional drama it is." I walked away with determination.
Determination to win. Everything.
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