(#1 Unwanted Series)
||Arranged Marriage Romance||
"Open it." She said in her commanding tone, as my hand made towards her 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 to open it, taking it off I kept it on the couch but soon I felt a leg on my chest that pressed my back on...
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"Unbeknownst to me, though, that same endearing boy deceived me and abandoned me with the worst nightmare of my life."
Something tightens in my chest as I attempt to release it. I need to let go of this crushing agony and the deeply ingrained trauma I buried years ago today.
No matter how many times I tell myself that I am tainted and shattered, looking back on this period of time only makes me realise how much, and it is also the reason I have not opened up to anyone else. I was scared, yes, but more than that I did not want to lose my sanity and courage.
I took a deep breath as I take myself back in time, this time it will be the last.
10 years ago.
Upon returning home, I immediately saw the scene in front of me, which I have now become accustomed to.
Maa and Bapu were fighting all the time, and I could hear her voice screaming at Bapu about taking all of her jewels away and not being appreciative of her sacrifices. With an excruciating sigh, I heard them and my heart burned. I sat on the couch with my bag by my side and held my head.
Every day, when I walk in, the first thing I see is them fighting. Not once do they inquire about my coaching or schooling experience. Am I studying well or not? and then they would yell at me if I get low grades. I have a tendency to experience mental stress because I have witnessed my parents argue since I was three years old. I was not really conscious of my surroundings back then, but as I have grown, I have noticed that I occasionally experience stress and depression—and the best part is, I can not even seem to talk about it.
The sound of the slap reverberated in my ears as my head snapped to look at my parents. My Mother held her right cheek her eyes widen in shock, the redness was visible over her cheek which was just slapped by my father.
As I got up and moved to face them, my father's expression went from shocked to incredulous as he looked at his hand. I wished, sincerely wished, that everything I had seen had only been a dream.
My father's feet stumbled back when I saw Mihir pushing him away. The eyes which holded innocence and childishness once I saw the anger and rage in them today. The mere eight year old had to witness this.
While we lived in a small two-bedroom apartment, I have made many attempts to keep him away from situations like this, but it is difficult to do so constantly.
Without waiting even a minute, Bapu sprinted out of the house and slammed the door behind him as I struggled to take it all in. Indeed, his recent actions have caused me great pain.
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Mihir slept on my lap, dried tear stains covering his cheeks as I sat in silence beside my mother on the bed.
Everything was silent. I usually find silence to be reassuring, but today I felt as though the silence would choke me to death. Nevertheless, I did not want to add to my mother's misery by probing her with questions that would pierce through her open wounds.
