Meet Yuvika Jaisingh -
Bubbly and a charming girl who brings a smile on everyone's face without even trying. Feisty yet so innocent, sarcastic yet so sweet, kind, stubborn and a ball full of sunshine. She sees the world differently yet so...
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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ - XXXIX
⚘ 𝑌𝑈𝑉𝐼𝐾𝐴 ⚘
The morning sunlight filtered through the large windows of the Agnihotri villa, casting a warm glow on the marble floors. I was in the kitchen, helping the cook with breakfast. It was a quiet morning, but I could sense a lingering tension in the air. I was feeling much better and the bandage had been removed from my forehead, leaving a beigish bandaid behind.
As I set the table, Mithali stormed into the room, her face a mask of anger. “There you are, the spoiled rich brat behind the face of a perfect, ideal wife, daughter, sister and daughter-in-law!” she spat, her eyes blazing with fury.
I froze, the plate in my hand trembling. “Mithali, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
“What’s wrong?” she mocked, her voice rising. “You pretend to be all innocent, but you’re just a manipulative, spoiled brat. You’ve ruined everything for me!”
My heart pounded in my chest. “Mithali, I don’t understand. What did I do?”
“You know exactly what you did!” she shouted. “Because of you, my parents and my family are sending me away. To another country!”
I was stunned, the weight of her words hitting me like a punch. “Mithali, I didn’t know—”
“Save it!” she cut me off, her voice dripping with venom. “You’re nothing but a spoiled, selfish brat who thinks the world revolves around her.”
Before I could respond, Rudraksh walked in, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. “Mithali, that’s enough,” he said, his voice cold and authoritative.
Mithali turned to face him, her anger not abating. “Oh, of course, you’d defend her. She can do no wrong in your eyes, right?”
“Go to your room, Mithali,” Rudraksh ordered, his voice steady but firm. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Mithali glared at me one last time before storming out, her footsteps echoing through the hall.
I stood there, shaking, tears streaming down my face. Rudraksh walked over and gently took the plate from my hands, setting it on the table. “Yuvika,” he said softly, his voice a mix of concern and frustration. “I think it’s best if you stay with your Papa for a few days. You need some time to clear your mind and heal.”
I froze, looking at him with shock. I thought he would try to console me or something but! I nodded, unable to speak. The pain of Mithali’s words cut deep, and I knew I needed to get away.
After breakfast I got ready in jeans and a white chikankari kurti. I was glad that everyone supported my decision of staying at Papa's for some time, for my own mental health, even though it was Rudraksh' decision at first. Rudraksh came out of the closet, fastening a watch around his wrist.
