Once Again First Love

I am Kayal ... (Part3)

Once again, my fate answered to not have any hope or happiness. Arya died in an accident when returning home. After 8 months of marriage, I became a Widow from an Orphan. All pointed to me. My stars which I didn't know became the reason for his death. After 3 months, I got a job in a small company. His family facing a financial difficulty allowed me to work. They didn't let me free after my husband passed away. I thought them as family when I got married, so I accepted this is my future. After working for a year, our small company has been acquired by Malhotra Groups where some have been retained and some lost their jobs. Should I say I am lucky to retain my Job.

My life has not changed much, I have been moved to store room and had to do all my house work before 8 AM and then start to work. Coming back at 7, I should make dinner, cleaning which make me sleep less than 6 hours.

It's been 2 years, I started working in Malhotra Groups. I am working in an Accounts department as an Assistant Manager. I don't talk much about me and so no one knows about me here. In my profile it mentioned I am widow; May be my seniors knows about me.

I saw Nisha my college friend again here in the same office. She is working in IT department. She learned web designing after completing her B.Com degree and got Job here as an Intern. She knows about me, she felt sorry for what happened to me. She felt herself is the reason for Arya's revenge. We lost our contacts after my Marriage. Now again I met her and she learnt everything happened to me in these 3 years. She told me to move out from his family and live independently. But I thought being Widow with a family is better than an Orphan.

Orphan, the word reminds me of my Children Home Mother. I didn't tell her anything about my abuse after the marriage. She knows only I am living happily. After my husband's death, I reached her once. She told me to move back if the family is not behaving good to me. I had to lie again.

All these memories overwhelmed me with tears as I am standing here in Lord Venkateshwara Temple praying for a small ray of happiness. This is my only personal space I get on every weekend to visit the temple.

Suddenly I feel a touch in my saree, surprisingme. It's a cute Baby Girl trying to stand holding my saree with a smile