Unwanted Love

Secrets Uncovered

Sidharth's pov 

i stormed into my father's room, frustration simmering beneath my surface. Where could I have misplaced that file? I scanned the shelves, his desk, and the floor, but it was nowhere to be found. That's when I noticed something odd - a slight inconsistency in the wall's texture. I pressed it, and a hidden safe swung open. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the safe. Inside, I found a letter addressed to me, written in my mother's handwriting. My heart skipped a beat as I unfolded it, and began to read: 

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉,

𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉. 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑮𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 

 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑴𝒐𝒎

I could't believe what i saw, what was my mother talking about?, why don't i know about the aunt?, what darker side was she talking about?, what was she warning me about? ,
now only one question is lingering in my mind where is my aunt?
as i looked more through the safe, i saw a paper with the address as soon as i saw the address i rushed towards my car and drove straight towards the address without a stop

As I walked towards my aunt's house, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet echoed through the stillness of the afternoon. The trees seemed to lean in, as if listening to my every thought. I had been searching for answers for so long, and I hoped that my aunt held the key.

The house came into view, its facade a warm, honey-colored stone that seemed to glow in the fading light. Ivy crawled up the walls, tendrils snaking around the windows like skeletal fingers. The door, a sturdy oak with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion's head, swung open as I approached.My aunt stood in the doorway, a gentle smile on her face. "Sidharth, dear, come in." She enveloped me in a warm hug, her scent a comforting mix of spices and old books.As I entered the house, I felt a sense of stepping back in time. The air was thick with the scent of old furniture and dusty memories. The walls were lined with faded photographs, their subjects' eyes seeming to follow me as I moved.My aunt led me to the living room, a cozy space filled with plush armchairs and a roaring fire. She gestured for me to sit, and I sank into the soft cushions, feeling the weight of my quest lift slightly."Aunt, I need to know the truth," I said, my voice firm. "What happened to my mother?"My aunt's expression turned somber, and she handed me a small recorder. "This was recorded by your mother. She knew something was wrong and wanted evidence."I pressed play, and a conversation between my parents filled the room. My father's voice was menacing, "If you tell anybody about this, Ankita, I swear I will kill you."My mother's voice trembled, "Please, Rajesh, don't do this. Think about our kids."The recording ended, and I felt a chill run down my spine. My father's words echoed in my mind, "I will kill you."I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "Aunt, what did my mother mean? What was she talking about?"My aunt's eyes welled up with tears, and she looked away, trying to compose herself. But as she heard my mother's voice again in her mind, she couldn't hold back. She burst into sobs, her body shaking with grief.I got up and hugged her, trying to comfort her. "Aunt, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."But she just cried harder, her tears soaking into my shirt. I held her tightly, feeling her pain and sorrow. We stood there for a long time, the only sound her sobs and the crackling of the fire.Finally, she pulled back, her eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry, Sidharth. It's just... hearing your mother's voice again... it brought it all back."I nodded, understanding. "It's okay, Aunt. I'm here for you."She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away. "main...main tumhen sab kuchh bata doongee, sach sunana aasaan nahin ha"My aunt's voice cracked as she continued, "Your mother never wanted to marry your father, but back then, she had to. Things were great at first. You and your brother were born, and it was a happy family. But one day, your mother came to me in the middle of the night, frantic. You were 5, and your brother was only a year old. She was wearing her nightdress, barefoot, and kept saying something that I still couldn't understand. She kept repeating, 'He is not what he is, I know everything now.'"I felt a chill run down my spine as I listened to my aunt's words. What did my mother mean? Who was she talking about?My aunt's eyes welled up with tears again as she continued, "I tried to calm her down, but she wouldn't listen. She handed me that recorder and told me that you would come for her, that you would want to know the truth. And then, a week later, I got the news that she died."I felt like I had been punched in the gut. My mother's words, her fear, her desperation... it all made sense now. She was trying to protect us, to expose my father's secrets.I looked at my aunt, my eyes burning with tears. "What happened to the recorder? Where is it now?"My aunt hesitated, then got up and went to a nearby drawer. She pulled out the recorder and handed it to me. "I've kept it safe all these years, waiting for you to come for it."My aunt handed me another recorder, her eyes filled with tears. "This one was recorded when Arjun was born," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I pressed play, and my mother's voice filled the room again. "Hello, Arjun. I'm your mommy. I love you so much. I wish I could watch you grow up..." Her voice cracked with emotion. "Get out, Rajesh. Leave us alone."I felt a lump form in my throat as I listened to my mother's words. She was trying to protect us, even then. She knew that my father was a danger to us.I looked at my aunt, my eyes filled with tears. "What happened to her? Why did she die?"My aunt's face contorted in grief. "I don't know, Sidharth. She died in a car accident, but... but I think it was no accident. I think your father had something to do with it."I felt a wave of anger wash over me. My father, the man I had trusted and loved, was a monster. He had destroyed our family, killed my mother... and now, he was threatening Tara.I knew what I had to do. I had to expose him, bring him to justice. For my mother, for my family. I would not rest until he paid for his crimes.