Side Effects Of Love💞

Chapter 48

Bala's POV

"What can I even say to you? You've crossed every boundary of being a girl , I've...saved you..since so many years...just to get a man for yourself and now...your recklessness and stupidity has proven that you'll never be married...one day .. you'll regret for not being married to anyone. "

Bala's mother said while she sat diagonal to Bala.

Weirdly, Bala didn't lower her head this time.

In her head, she did what she seemed to be named as justice!

The justice which God couldn't provide.

Her hand was bandaged and the blood was clearly visible which didn't scare her at all.

Bala's mother gritted her teeth.

Apparently she wasn't worried that she's hurt but instead that she would remain as a burden till she leaves her life.

Bala's mother hit her head hard.

She eyed on Bala's hand which was covered with red-crimson blood.

"Aren't you scared of Blood, bitch?"

She questioned her daughter while lifting her chin up and squeezed her jaw.

"Maa, I've seen a lot of blood while I mensurated. It's not a stranger to me, the only dissimilarity is, this is a blood of me being accountable of the unforgivable sin I committed. I'm content that I did this today."

Bala's mother clapped her hands and rolled her eyes.

"I've...heard it somewhere, we give birth to our younger ones but we can't give birth to their actions and their faith, finally I found apt example for this!"

Bala and her mother grew far.

Neither of them approached each other.

When the news was revealed to her father, he was happy that she has taken this decision and will definitely not get married and has reduced the load of him , finding a groom and wedding her off with whopping dowry.

Bala was timid to contact Avani.

Her heart was pleading to engage in conversation with her and know all of her miseries .

But there was one thing which was stopping her, the liability in her heart which made her soul so heavy to move .

Every passing second, her habit of blaming herself was growing strong.

*SHREYANSH home*

I rarely stay at my house right now, although he moved away many months ago, now I feel detached to him.

I consider this stage of myself like the line which was deeply attached to the kite which just got separated by the rotor kite which is handled by the so-called God.

I sat at the bar , despite me being a non-smoker and a testotaller, my friends suggested that this would lessen the grief I carry in my heart.

I lit the cigarette and on the table in front of me, there was glass which was 1/3 filled with alcohol.

The deep red-maroonish tone of the liquid made me chuckle.

"From drinking cough syrup to consuming alcohol,  everything changed except this colour."

I realised that heart isn't an unbroken piece, instead it is made up of fragments and they are fragile. They're in pieces due to the trauma we inherit from our parents but if any incident happens, the fragments collide with each other causing disturbing in the life of a human.
This also ignites the fire which has the audacity to turn one into ashes.

I never really wanted myself to face any such difficulty and I always played the safe game.

I never took risks, unlike my brother. I obeyed what my mother taught, ready to take her path.

I turned back to see woman being almost naked in front of the men and everyone around me was smoking.

The intoxicated air around me made me feel that I myself was drowning in the never ending waterbody, the deeper you go, the deeper you lose yourself.

I brought the glass closer to my mouth and the moment the smell hit my nose I turned my face to the other side.

I wondered how people can consume such monstrous and fugly one.

I place the glass back on the table and rubbed my eyebrow with my middle finger.

I decided to drove back to ....I really wasn't sure ,.where I was heading to.

I've witnessed many siblings getting into an argument or fight about who's greater, in our case, it was different.

I was a clumsy kid and he was the one who seemed like a leader who comes forward for the sake of guiding the naive .

I've always assured myself that if I fall one day he'll hold my shoulders and lift me up.

I never thought of leaving my clumsy self behind and I really appreciated this form of myself, but when you know the tree which gave you shade during the scorching heat and the thunderstorm is cut down by the inhuman, you need to come out of the comfort zone and lay unhesitating and be ready to face the lightning.