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✿ HIS MOTHER ✿

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RABYA

His eyes winced slightly at my question but I don't regret asking him about it.

“I don't know from where to begin—” He whispered. “You know there's a moment in everyone's life which they desperately struggle to forget. There are two of them in mine. One was when I saw my mother's lifeless body hanging by the fan and the other—” He bit on his lips, his expressions turning vacant.

I bought his hands to my lips and pressed a gentle kiss.

“It was in the late evening when I returned back from the school. My mother was serving me food when I saw her bruised wrist. I knew that it was done by my father. I tried to ask her that what happened but all she said was that it isn't something I should be bothering about when I've my exams around the corner. Then later at night, I was asleep when I heard voices from the downstairs. I quickly rushed there only to find my mother getting dragged by her hair to the room and before I could stop my father, he had already locked the door. I stood there helplessly, hearing the screams of my mother while my father hit her. But then— the crying and pleading of her voice echoed into my ears. He was no longer hitting her. He was forcing himself on her. And when the door flew open, my father looked at me and said to me that my mother is a whore and then stormed out. In that moment, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to rush to her but upon seeing the disheveled state of her Saree, I couldn't collect enough guts to do so. I simply stood at the corner and watched her crying, struggling to breathe and groaning in pain.”

“Her eyes finally landed on me and she quickly adjusted her clothes and wiped her tears away. Not being able to see her in pain anymore, I ran back to my room and tried to reason myself that nothing was wrong. I had seen my father hitting her at every minor inconvenience, I tried to tell myself that she was devastated because of the physical abuse but the horrified sound of her screams piercing through my heart made me disoriented. They were married, I couldn't come to the term that she was raped by her own husband. After all, marrige was supposed to be sanctity for the intimate relationship.”

“But the next morning when I saw bruises on her body, I realised exactly what my father had done to her. He had raped his own wife. I applied ointments to her fresh wounds and pretended to act as if I've seen nothing last night because she was avoiding even looking at me. That day, when my father returned, I didn't let him slap her. But maybe it was too late because from then, she never looked at me lovingly. Her eyes were emotionless as if she was dying from inside. Day passed into weeks and my exams started. It was my physics exam and I was getting late in the morning but she stopped me and wrapped her arms around me. All she said was that she's ashamed of everything. And in the evening when I returned, she was no more.”

“My mother, she killed herself because she was ashamed to face me after what my father had done to her. I—I don't know how to explain this but Rabya, if only—”

I pressed my fingers against his mouth to stop him. The heaviness in my chest after hearing about his mother is too much for me to handle, I don't want him to go through the same pain over and over again.

Tears gathered in my eyelids and I could picture Adhrit as a high school kid who loved his mother dearly. I could picture his pain when he realised that his mother was raped by his own father. It must've been hard for him to come this far, to become the man that he is today.