Major's Lady Love

|| 1. Meet Aparna ||

•Author's Pov•

Blood. Thick. Red. Cold. Blood.

Everywhere. That's all she saw. Blood all over her face. Blood splattered across the pristine white walls of her room. Blood stained her hands.

Desperate to escape the confines of her room, she frantically tried every possible means of egress. The doors were firmly locked, the window steadfastly closed. Her screams and sobs reverberated off the walls, but sadly, they remained unanswered in the silent vacuum of the room.

She was acutely aware of her entrapment. Her fears loomed over her, suffocating her with their strength. The weight of her pain held her in place, making every step forward seem impossible. The darkness around her seemed to envelop her, casting a suffocating veil over her every thought and action.

A loud gasp. She woke up and found herself back in reality. Breathing heavily, she reached for the water bottle beside her bed, quenching her thirst and sighing deeply.

She looked dishevelled, just like she did every other night, with whispers of the past still roaring in her ears. She stood up, glanced at the wall clock, and noticed it was 3:30 am, an hour later than yesterday. She figured 5 hours of sleep was better than nothing.

After going through her daily routine and changing into a white kurti palazzo set, she moved to her balcony and sat down in front of a medium-sized makeshift altar.

Destroyer of the Universe, her saviour, her Mahadev. She sat down on the floor and lit up the diya and two incense sticks.

As the smoke started to slowly fill the balcony, she closed her eyes slipping into deep meditation. He's the only thing that has kept her sane all these years of her existence. The only reason she's still alive today.

She opened her eyes and looked at her lord with gratitude. She finished her prayers and got the materials and books she would be bringing to school today.

She got down to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. She was done with breakfast and started setting up the table when she heard footsteps.

It's 7 am. She knew her mother's routine by heart now. Gayathri Devi stepped into the dining area. Arrogance and narcissism exuded from her presence. "Why is the breakfast so plain, you ungrateful brat? You should be grateful you are still alive and breathing under the same roof as us. Such an arrogant bitch aren't you?"

Aparna just looked at her mother. Not even moving her hands to gesture anything. Gayathri was on a berating spree this morning. Calling Aparna the nastiest of abusive words.

Aparna didn't even blink and continued with breakfast. Without gesturing anything she got up and left home. Home. A word that merely exists in her dictionary. A word that holds no emotion or sentiments. Just a building that's it.

She reached her workplace. The temporary happiness in her world of pain. Shri Triveni - School for Deaf and Mute.

She walked in her first class for the day. A mischievous class of 7-year-olds. The thought itself made her smile. Soon, children started filling in the class.

Cute faces were full of mirth and smiles. Even though some were missing a tooth here and there. Seeing these cuties always made her forget her worries.

Good Morning, children. She gestured, in sign language. The children followed suit, greeting her.

Her warm smile lit up her face as she gestured for the children to take their seats. The students eagerly settled in, and she began her class with enthusiasm. Known for her nurturing nature and engaging teaching style, she is adored by the students and regarded as their most beloved teacher.

As the class carried on with the lesson, the teacher, using sign language, posed a thought-provoking question to her students: "Who holds the dearest place in your heart?" The responses were diverse, with many students expressing love for their sisters, fathers, mothers, brothers, and family members in general.

While she was looking around, she noticed a boy enthusiastically signing "You, teacher!" with a bright smile on his face. Intrigued, she asked, "Me? Why Avyansh?"

Aparna was deeply touched when she received the message, "Because you teach us, you are so pretty and very kind like a princess." It melted her heart, and in response, she gently signed, "Thank you," with a grateful smile on her face.

"Teacher, will you marry me when I'm older?" asked little Avyansh, his face turning red with shyness as he spoke. It was a sweet and innocent question accompanied by a bashful smile, reflecting the genuine curiosity and innocence of childhood.

Aparna was caught off guard for a moment. Then she laughed and bent down to his level and took Avyansh's hands in hers. "When you become strong, smart, and more handsome than you are now, I will marry only you." She replied tapping on his nose lightly.

With wholesome moments like this, she carried on with her day. The time came for her last class for the day. She finished her final class and headed to the staff room to complete attendance and grade exam papers before going home.

As she journeyed back home, she found solace in the peaceful surroundings. Seated by the window on the bus, she savoured the sensation of the wind gently caressing her face, creating a moment of pure serenity.

But not everything lasts, right? She got off the bus, knowing that the moment she walked through those doors, a string of curses would be the first thing hurled at her. It's nothing new, but it's bound to drain all the hope left in her.

"Stand right there you slut!", her father's voice boomed across the hall. Every time she heard his voice, her muscles involuntarily tensed up, a reflex that had become ingrained in her over time. "Where have you been sleeping around today?", her mother this time.

Aparna's hands were clenched in tight fists, her knuckles turning white with tension. With steely determination, she raised her chin to meet the gaze of her woeful excuse for a father, her eyes reflecting pure hatred.

As his gaze met hers, a heavy silence fell between them, carrying the weight of haunting memories from the past. The look in her eyes served as a stark reminder of Aparna's violent actions and unwavering strength. Without uttering a single word, he swiftly retreated into his room, consumed by fear of the potential consequences of Aparna's reaction.

Once again, the overwhelming negativity seemed to overshadow any semblance of positivity in her life. Feeling a sense of desolation, she made her way to her room and poured herself a glass of milk. As she cradled the glass in her hands, she couldn't help but notice the gentle warmth emanating from it, providing a small but comforting respite after a taxing day.

As she lay there, surrounded by silence, she felt herself slipping into a deep slumber, much faster than she had anticipated. Before succumbing to sleep, her last thought was, "I miss you, Papa," the thoughts lingering in the air as her eyelids grew heavy.

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Hey loves! This is a small peak into our heroine's world. Hope you all like her. And yes I hope that the mysteriousness around her will resolve soon as the story goes. What do you guys think about her father? Then, why does she miss her Papa? Are they the same people? Maybe, Maybe not. Don't forget to comment and vote!