𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜
𝑉𝑖ℎ𝑎 𝑅𝑎𝑗𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ × 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑟𝑎𝑡 𝑅𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒
This World Is A Dark Place. Filled With The Devils Lurking Around Us, Which We Have To Fight Often. But What About The Devil That Resides Within Ours...
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“Samrat!”
His voice echoed in my mind. Finally, he is calling me. He cares about me. I knew that he has always been my well wisher. And today, when I have got this job, I am being proved right
“Yes papa”
I said as my body jolted up with the rush of happiness that I am feeling right now. Finally it's the moment I have waited for my whole damn life. At last, I made him proud
He kept his hand on my shoulder. For the first time, his touch isn't hurting me, instead, it's encouraging. For the first time I am feeling loved by his mere touch on my shoulder
“I am proud of you so-”
“Ahhhhhhh”
A scream tore out of my throat as coldness washed all over me. I wiped my face with my trembling hands, so that I can understand what the hell happened
As soon as I concentrated on the person before me, a sigh left my mouth. It's normal, it's okay, after all, not all dreams are meant to be fulfilled.
He kept the empty bottle on my bedside table and stood in front of me. His hands secured behind his back in a tight grip. His eyes boring holes in me, as if predating my soul and tearing it apart
“So, done with the sleeping, Mr. King!”
I flinched at my place at the tone he used to utter the last words. I looked in his eyes, but the fury and disgust filled in them for me, made me lower my gaze again
“Papa, actually- I- I forgot to se- set an alarm for Sunday. Also, I was working late last night that's why I couldn't sleep pro- ahhhhhhhh”
I was explaining the reason for me waking up late when suddenly a sharp pain shot through my wrist. Within a moment, my front was pressed on the mattress. My hand painfully twisted behind my back
“Ahhhhh- ahh! Papa! Papa, please leave me! I won't do it ever again please Papa!”
“Listen to me carefully, you dipshit!”
He bent towards me and twisted my hand more. I couldn't stop myself from screaming and wriggling to get out of his hold. Why, god? Why can't that dream be true for once?
“This house belongs to me! And every person who lives here will have to abide by the rules set by your mother. If anything you do break those rules, then trust me, I haven't gotten so old that I can't beat the shit out of you, understand?”
He jerked my hand away. Straightening myself up, I saw him leaving the room. My heart aches due to all the things he said and did right now, not that I am surprised, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt me, right?
I went inside the bathroom and opened the shower. The cold water cascading down my body was soothing, unlike the one that drenched me outside.
Why? Why is it just me? Everyone I know has a loving family. If they are not loving all the time then they aren't like my parents too. They don't beat their child, they don't curse them, they don't despise their very presence
