FATED

Chapter 16

It's wonderful how a human can feel so many emotions at a same time.
Sadness, frustration, stressed and a little relaxed; that's what I'm feeling now.

I wasn't close with either one of them but that doesn't mean I wanted them dead. Yeah, they weren't good people but death, no one deserves to die not at a sudden attack.

When Athrav told me bout them I was sad... Sad but not sad enough to shead tears for them; surely not for my father but than again he was a great father till maa showed him the right path, till she was alive but that also doesn't excuse the things he did to his family later onwards.

And now after sometime I feel relieved that mother won't have to go through the torture anymore or that Vedant can finally be free, of his will. I was .... happy that I father died.

As for my nanny, she certainly wasn't a good person but atleast she feed me when I was at the verge of dying- because she kept me hungry for days.
But other than this it was all blank for her. I wasn't emotional for her... Or for my father.

Does that makes me a bad person also?

I looked at the bird at the branch as she sang a sweet melody. My body relaxed as I watched her fly from one branch to another.
She was free, free from the expectations but not from responsibilities. At certain age I wanted to be a bird, free and uncaring but than I realised that everyone has responsibilities.

Responsibilities... The thing my father failed to carried in his bold big shoulders.
He was neither a good father not a good husband... not to mother atleast. I wonder if she cried... And if she did whether it was from sadness, relief .... or happiness.

I wanted to meet her but apparently my husband was not in mood to socialize. So here we are in a private ward, away from all people.

The last person whom I met was bhabhi... A very pregnant Aarna bhabhi along with over protective bhaiya. I am sure that he didn't wanted her to be here.
Since then there is only one nurse who came to give us medicines, no one else.

The door clicked and my face turned to look at the only person who can come in without knocking. I believe this man never know about simple etiquette, like knocking before entering or greeting any person with smile on his face.

He is always frowning and I wonder how come he didn't have lining of stress on his forehead. The constant scrowl make him look mad but I've realised that he don't grown when he's facing me... well sometimes he do.
Like the other day when I was trying to chat with the nurse to distract myself from the needle which was going to take my blood away from me. It was as if he was calculating me...or judging me.
I bet it's the later one.

Well for now he is looking like he'll punch the boxes of fruits and bottles of juices if they don't turn into something spicy.
One thing about this man, he loathes sweets, any kind of sweet. If it's sugary he'll not eat that, it includes fruits also and I know in a few minutes Rudra will bring some kind of soup.

Talking bout that soup, it been like his meal from the 2nd day I woke up... nearly making it a week since he's having it. The nurse don't say anything so I guess it's okay for him. But than again that guy drowns it down his throat, literally. It smells of oranges and limes with something a hint of spice. I wonder why I don't get any soup to get the sweetness a break.

The boxes were put in front of me and I looked at him who was now opening the bottle of blueberry for me.
His head don't have the bandage anymore nither does his torso. His hair is a cute mess falling upon his forehead and his beard is also grown a little. He haven't shaved and I think the stubble looked more good on him... Well mostly because I was able to see his pink full lips. I wonder if God was making him as a girl but decided otherwise, well we really do need a few beautiful and gorgeous men also.