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This chapter contains physical abusive harassment

Warning ⚠️ This chapter contains physical abusive harassment

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The alarm rang, and I groaned. I didn’t want to wake up; I was still tired. I eventually forced myself to check the time. It was 8 AM.

Hey Bhagwan, 8 baje gaye aur main abhi tak so rahi hu,” I mumbled to myself. I hurriedly got out of bed and rushed to the shower. After quickly freshening up, I came back to my room.

“Earring kahan gaya...? Yahin toh rakha tha maine...” I muttered, searching frantically through my mirror drawer. I shuffled my things from here to there until I finally found it. As I was putting on my earrings, my eyes caught the calendar.

Its 18th July.

Yesterday's incident keeps coming to my mind. In one week, I will go from being Ms. Bedi to Mrs. Aryansh Khurana. I feel both happy and sad at the same time. Yes, I want to marry him, but not like this. Not when my mother and sister aren't speaking to me. I need to talk to them. I know what Aryansh did was for me, but he can't speak to them like that. I will go and ask for their forgiveness.

Yes, that's what I need to do.

Today is a big day for me, and without my mother's blessings, it's nothing.

I went to my mom's room and knocked softly. There was no answer. I knocked again, still no response. After a brief struggle with myself, I cautiously stepped inside.

“Mom… are you here?” I called out quietly, mindful of her preferences. She didn't like it when I called her “maa,” and I would rather not upset her further.

“Kyu aayi ho yahan? Chali jao yahan se..” I heard her voice from the washroom. She emerged in her nightgown. “Maa... umm, main aapse maafi maangne aayi hu,” I said hesitantly, feeling a tremor in my voice. I didn't know why I was so afraid, but I reassured myself that she wouldn't hurt me.

(Why have you come here? Get our from here...)

“No, Ruhani, she's your mother. She won't hurt you.”i remind myself.

“Maafi? Kis baat ki?” she asked, arms crossed over her chest.

( Forgiveness? For what..?)

“W-wo kal Aryansh ji ne jo k-kuch bhi kah—”

“Ohh toh tum uski wakalat karne aayi ho? Pahle pati bezzti karta hai or fir uski patni jo abhi tak bani bhi nahin hai uski harkato ke liye maafi mange aati hai... wahhh,” she said, clapping sarcastically. Her words cut deep. Aryansh hurt her, and it hurt me too. I moved towards her and hugged her, surprising her with my actions.

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