𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐀

C H A P T E R - 48

Mayra

6 months ago

I was admiring my sister, silver lining my vision. She looked baffling in her yellow ghagra as masi and our cousins surrounded her. Her to be husband sitting next to her.

I was at the corner watching her haldi ceremony as mumma rushes by with boxes of sweets when she spots me. "Mayra beta call Raghuveer he's upstairs. He'll pick the guests from airport" I vaguely nodded leaving towards the stairs.

I used the opportunity as an excuse to leave the crowded hall for the peace I was craving. In a span of a minute I was up at the terrace of this haveli. It still confuses me, the entire architecture. It's one of the beautiful haveli in Jaipur that people mostly use for destination weddings.

The endless hallways and countless minarets amaze me every single time I pass by one of them. Raghuveer and Samay settled on a railing on the far end of the terrace.

"Bro mumma's calling you" he twists around and then swings a leg across the railing "On the way mam" he walks away towards the stairs and I take up his place.

"How's you?" I don't face Samay as he takes a sip of his whiskey. "Fine" I answered earning a click of his tongue. "We all know the truth so let's not pretend" he sighs setting down his glass.

I play with my nail not wanting to voice my inner thoughts "Our Iti has found her happiness. Let's cheer for her" he offers me a fresh glass of whiskey and I looked at him with raised brows "I'm a minor" he shrugs "You're almost eighteen".

I gazed stars and the grey sky beaded with clouds in between. I love watching them. It brings me inexpressible amount of peace. He sighs getting up on the railing.

"Anyway happy time. I'll leave you to it buttercup" he slightly ruffles my hairs and left for downstairs. I resisted looking at the half filled glass of whiskey next to me. I've heard alcohol settles your thoughts and will temporary provides calm.

I need that right now more than anytime but is it right? I've never tried alcohol. What if mumma caught me?

Before I could fully analyse my thoughts I grabbed the glass and in a single breath chugged almost half. The liquid burnt my guts all the way down. I shook so violently it was a miracle I didn't fall.

That earlier feeling settled down in my stomach and I gulped the rest of the drink. I didn't even consider before reopening the bottle and pouring more.

I had zero track of time by the moment I was done with the entire bottle. Suddenly tears spilled down and I slumped on the railing, why do I feel so lonely and pathetic when I should be happy and cherished for my sister. 

Those thoughts still clung to very edge of my mind not leaving me alone for a second. I was exhausted at this point. Nothing feels good at all not her marrying off to someone who lives so far off, not that stupid brother-in-law of her who keeps teasing me with his irresistible fake charm.