💔 ECHOS OF HEARTBREAK 💔
✨HIS REVENGE, HER GUILT ✨
I turned my tear filled eyes to papa who was looking at me with disgust and hate. His hatred broke me apart. Whynot he despise me when I'm marrying against his will, staking his reputation?
But I'm...
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"We take diversions in life to escape from reality, and by the time we realize they aren't diversions but terrible mistakes, it'll be too late."
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No matter how far you run from reality, the baggage of harsh truth tags along with you in the present and future. I'm tired of escaping grim reality by chasing things that don't give peace but diversion.
One such home truth was the relationship between my papa, Randhir Malhotra, and me. We share an abnormal son-father bond. We both unconditionally care for and love each other, yet Papa loathes me to no limit.
He made me responsible for the disaster I didn't cause, and he believes the great loss of his life was due to me. It's been eighteen years since we both spoke to each other.
I'm commiserating for his love, which I haven't received since childhood. He was raucous with me. I was forced to learn everything and joined the company at eighteen, though Aravind Jiju never left my side, teaching from baby steps.
I made mistakes, fell, and broke, but still, there was no one to hold my hand and support me. One such mistake was entering into the illegal weapon business. I don't blame anyone because it's solely me who wants this for me.
I craved power, control, and dominance. And I worked hard, sweating for it. Weapon business is my secret underworld work. Initially, I used to have partners; nevertheless, I cleared when I felt they were planning to backstab me.
My chain of thoughts halted reaching home. I sighed, preparing myself to face those hatred-filled eyes. I was welcomed by my worried mother, Madhuri Malhotra.
She's the one getting torn between Papa and me. Papa's an adamant, short-tempered man, and I don't leave a chance triggering him by my taunts. I feel even that way he'll scold me and talk. Yet it never happens. My miseries apart, I love my family.
"Matashree, what's bothering you?" Wrapping a hand around her shoulder, I inquired about her jovially. And walked in.
"Your bua's coming for dinner. I'm worried; what if she raises Aravind's topic again?" She was concerned with the fret. I rolled my eyes remembering that lascivious woman.
