Taste of Treachery (A saga of betrayal and hateful love)

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Palak's POV:

I closed the door and a tired sigh left from my mouth. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on door. I don't know I took a right decision or not. I didn't even think properly.

I went near my study table and sat on chair. I forwarded my hand to take a photo frame.

I took the photo frame of mom, dad and me. I was so young that time when we clicked this picture. My eyes teared up again while looking at my parents happy and laughing faces in that picture and I was giggling in their arm.

How bad I want my mom and dad to hold me again in their embrace, just once but, its not possible now.

" dad... mom... did I take right decision? Cause I don't even know him, I have never saw his face and knew nothing about him...!! I agreed because they said that its your wish and how can I deny your wish dad? But mom and dad... I wish you were here... i-I wish you could attend the b-iggest day of my life mumma-papa ... I miss you... I miss you so much... *sob* a lot... * sob* no one can miss you more than me mumm-papa... I love youuu!!!"

I started sobbing hard while embracing frame of my mom and dad. I am missing them so much. I tried to cry silently but the pain inside was making it hard for me to control now.

Sometimes, I want nothing but to go near my mumma and papa. What I did that god is giving me this hard life and too without parents and their support.

My heart is broken.

Very broken...!

I am lonely from inside. My mind started flashing that incident. Again. My muffled sound started to increase. That incident started to flash in my mind again. It is so worse. More than worse. I placed the frame carefully on table with blurry vision and really hard breath.

My anxiety hits me. My breath became more hard like someone just block the air in my throat. My palms were fisted tight. I dropped my body on floor while breathing heavily.

AHHHHHH... NOOO...PLZZZ...D-DONTTT

I was all crawl on floor. I wrapped my both hands around my knees and buried my face in the gap over my knees and started screaming loudly while crying hard.

I hate it.

I hate this feeling of loneliness. I tried my best to be happy but their incident and their emptiness always make hard for me.

I flinched when the door of my room burst opened. I quickly crawled myself more as I started feeling more scared. I felt someone lifting my head up and placing on something. That person's embrace me quickly and started caressing my hairs.

I understood who is that person.

" shhhhuushhhh.... Palak relax baby... plzz calm down.... No one will hurt you baby... shhhuuuushhhh... I am here ... abb tumhe koi bhi nhi pareshaan karegaa.... Relax babyyy.... Shuushhhh.... Shhhuushhhhh"

I heard her voice. Her soothing voice and an only comfortable place I got after my parent death. I closed my eyes as she started caressing and patting my hairs and back softly. Her voice, words and that care calms me down a little.

She knows how to handle me when my anxiety hit me.

She knows my good and bad side. She knows how much it hurts me when someone brings up my parent's topic. Students in my school always teased me for not having parent, my anxiety problem started when I was 11 years old.

And that's when I met her. My best friend. Anushka. She always helped me. I was so cold with her at first. I used to think that she is also like others who will hurt me but no, I was wrong. I understood her, get to know her.