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Isha froze in place as her mother's drunken eyes raked over her with an unfocused gaze. Her mother's saree was a mess, with wrinkles everywhere. Isha now noticed her mother's red eyes and the uneven smear of lipstick.
Her mother got up from the sofa, staggering as she made her way toward Isha. Instinctively, Isha took a step back, the bottles clinking noisily as they bumped against each other.
Her mother stood before her, the stench of alcohol strong. She placed a hand on Isha's cheek, touching it gently.
"Kaise ho?" Her slurred voice barely formed the words.
(how are you?)
"Theek ho na?" Her hand caressed Isha's cheek softly.
(Doing good?)
"Khush ho ki nahi?" Her hand moved slowly through Isha's hair, a drunken smile on her lips.
(Are you happy or not)
"Par main nahi hoon, kyunki meri hi beti ne mujhe kutto ki tarah bheek mangwayi kuch paison ke liye." Her hand tightened around Isha's hair, causing her pain. Isha's face contorted in anguish, but fear paralyzed her, making her unable to move.
(But I am not, how can I be if my own daughter had me me beg like a bitch for some money)
Questions swarmed her mind. How did she end up here? Why?
"Ek to paal-pos ke bada kiya aur itna khayal rakha, par kuch log hote hain na, nalayak. Phaltu beti bhi mili hai mujhe." Each word tugged at Isha's heart. Despite everything, she had still cared her mother or at least expected a shred of care.
(I raised with such care and love but you know some people are born useless and I got that useless daughter )
"Kya muh band kyun ho gaya? Bhagne ka soch rahi ho? Nahi, bhagne nahi dungi." The combination of her mother's drunken strength and Isha's numb legs caused her to fall among the bottles. Isha took a few deep breaths to calm herself.
(Why are you silent? Thinking of running? no, I won't let you)
Ma—" She was cut off as her mother grabbed a bottle and smashed it near her leg, causing glass shards to embed into her skin. Isha tried to ignore the pain, knowing that showing any sign of emotion could worsen her situation.
(M-)
"Kuch nahi bolne aur sunna beta." Her mother's eyes glinted with a sadistic glow as she hiccupped and released Isha's hair.
(I don't want to listen or speak anything, beta)
"Suno to—" Her mother held a broken bottle to Isha's neck, its sharp edges drawing tiny trails of blood.
(Please list-)
"Paise kahan hain, hmm?" Her hand moved down to the broken glass, picking up pieces with her bare hands, causing them to bleed. She held the shards to Isha's mouth.
(Where is the money, hmm?)
Realizing she had no choice, Isha closed her mouth tightly, nodding her head in agreement to indicate she would get the money if her mother let her go.
Her mother's grip loosened as she slowly stepped back. Isha took a shaky breath and struggled to her feet.
"I have to get it out of the bank—" She was interrupted as her mother shoved her, causing her to fall and hurt her back against the bottles.
"Pagal samjha hai kya? Main pagal hoon jo maan jaungi?" Her mother began shouting like a maniac, glancing around wildly. She mumbled incoherently, her behavior growing increasingly erratic.
(Do you think I am a fool? Am I a fool to allow you to go?)
Isha tried to run towards the enterance door, but her mother grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the wall. She slapped Isha hard, making her fall again.
Holding Isha's mouth, her mother attempted to push the broken glass into it. Isha fought desperately, her eyes filling with tears. She tried to protect her mouth, but a few shards cut into her cheeks and tongue. Blood flowed from her mouth as she struggled to keep her mother's hand away.
"Meri galti nahi hai!" Her other screamed. They both wrestled, but the broken bottle in her mother's hand was plunged into Isha's stomach. Isha cried out in pain, grabbing anything within reach and hitting her mother's head with it.
(It's not my fault!)
The blow wasn't enough to knock her out but weakened her mother. Isha grabbed the bottle and aimed it at her mother's neck, but her trembling hands made it difficult. Blood stained her clothes, and the heat in her mouth was overwhelming. She finally opened her mouth, feeling the blood trickling down.
Blood flew from her mouth to her neck and disappearing into her clothes which turned into darker shade as it was already black, her teary eyes reflecting the stab wound in her stomach. She fought to stay conscious until Ishaan arrived with the police. Her mother, now exhausted, fell to the floor, her eyes closing due to the combination of alcohol and the earlier blow.
Isha, still holding the bottle in her shivering hand, glanced around weakly, her gaze falling on the teddy bear Ishaan had brought, close to getting stained with blood on the floor. She wiped her hand on her clothes and pushed the teddy away, not wanting it to be tainted.
The door burst open as a frantic Ishaan ran inside with the police. His eyes fell on Isha, who was slumped against the wall, covered in blood with a broken bottle nearby and an unconscious woman beside her.
Isha looked at Ishaan with relief and tried to speak, but the pain in her mouth prevented her. She was safe now, and with that thought, she slowly closed her eyes, slipping into darkness.
Ishaan rushed to her, ignoring the glass shards piercing his leg. He gently patted her cheek, calling her name, tears streaming down his face as he felt helpless. She had been smiling when he left her.
The police quickly pulled him away and carefully lifted Isha and took her outside, placing her in the jeep. Ishaan cradled her head on his lap, still calling her name, sobbing uncontrollably.
The police sped toward the nearest hospital, navigating through Mumbai's notorious traffic. The road was cleared in minutes, and they reached the hospital.
Isha was rushed into the ICU on a stretcher. Ishaan stood outside, praying fervently for his only sister-like friend to be okay.
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Don't come up at me and do not worry It won't be for long.
I used my 1 celled brain a little too much and maybe it gets a little too much but what can I do, it's just I am tooo bloodthirsty and loves blood a little too much. (Guess my future profession)
BTW do share your thoughts about the chapter, I hope you like it
Bye, love you all from the bottom of my heart.
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