My Dearest Rival

47. Sangeeta

Destiny is a fucking thing.

First he struggle between his parents fight, then he got to know his mother was having affair with her step brother and then all of sudden a bomb dropped on him. He is not his father's son.

He is not anant's uncle son. Anant is not crackyhead's father and they know about this.

He had told me how much loved his father during our childhood. He loved him, anant uncle loved him back. They were doing great and this is the fucking reason behind their broken relationship.

"Do your f----Anant uncle know about this?" I keep my voice low.

"Yes" he says with no expressions.

I finds myself stifling. Fuck, i can't take this anymore. How the fuck he handled those revelation during his teenage. He was just small kid, trying to find happiness, and God played games with him. The heart inside my body beats for him.

"The only man, i idolized was my father. The one who used to hold me in his lap and looked at me in proud way. I loved him and as far as i remember, he loved me back. You know it's funny that the only man i ever loved was not even my father" he let out a half Chuckle in a way that i would never want to hear it.

"I feel sorry for both of you" i said.

"Don't feel sorry for that asshole" his answer was instant.

My eyebrows frowned.

"My father was an asshole i mean he still is. It took me time to understand that. I used to think my dad was great, the best father in the world, even if he beats me with his belt. Everyday that man beat me and smells like alcohol. I used to thought he was just punishing me for not taking his side. To be honest in pain, i was happy, happy to know that he won't hurt my mom. Happy to know that my parents were still together. I was thirteen years old that time yet i was ready to take anything to protect my parent's relationship" he takes a break before opening his mouth again.

"Every fucking day he was drunk and in the morning he doesn't even look at me as if i was piece of shit. Yes it was hurting but yet i managed to be happy because again my parents were still together. They used to fight but i was satisfied that they were still together. I didn't wanted them to leave each other. I didn't wanted to leave any of them. All i wanted was a happy fucking family" a tear escaped his eyes, making me cry even more.

"Why didn't you tell your mom about this?"

"Because i didn't wanted to create any more issues in her marriage. I still remember, i used to wear long sleeves shirt during summers to cover my bruises. I didn't wanted mom to find out about this"

We remained in the same position. The hate he has towards his mother's husband is justified now. That man is a monster. He broke him into pieces, he shattered his heart. He was only thirteen and that man destroyed him.

"When does he finds out about you not being his son?" I asked.

"The day my mother died" he says.

I remained silent. that's mean anant uncle didn't knew anything about this. He was still his child. How could he do that do him. How could he beat him knowing he was his son?

Crackyhead was right when he called him monster. That man is real monster. He has destroyed my husband during his childhood, completely.

"What happened to her?" I nearly whisper.

The last thing i should be doing right now is hurting his feelings. This must be so hard for him, I don't want to make it any harder.

"She committed suicide" he says with a tears escaping his eyes. I wiped my tears and took a deep breath.