"You broke me Inayat"
He cried ... cried in angony.
"What was my fault?
He whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks continously.
Those were the tears of failed relationship, betrayal and broken trust.
"It wasn't your fault but fate that you were...
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INAYAT'S POV
My life has been a mess lately.
I was in Los Angeles for an important deal, when I received a call from our family lawyer. My parents had left their will before leaving the world. It seemed so strange, as if they knew they were going to die.
I was just 5, when both my parents died in an accident or that's what we were told. I and my sister lived in an orphanage for around 6 months, before our paternal uncle took us with them taking care of us like their own children.
According to the will, my parents wanted me and Aashika to marry the oberoi brothers and only then we would get our shares of property.
Aashika had rights over 75 percent of the RAI estate while I had the rest 25 percent. Why such division? Well I don't know.
Maybe they loved her more.
Aashika was only 18 months when our parents died. Those 6 months in the orphanage were dreadful for me. We hardly got enough to eat. Most of the children there were malnourished. Many a times, the orphanage staffs would ask us to work and if we denied, we were humiliated.
Aashika doesn't remember anything related to the orphanage, but I do.
I remember each night I cried to sleep and then woke up at midnight due to nightmares.
I remember each time the staffs humiliated me and tried to harass me.
I remember each second when I pleaded them not to hurt me but my cries were unheard.
I remember each day I would wake up praying to god that it was all a dream.
The tears I shed during those months were the only times I cried. After that I never felt the need to cry.
Why to show emotions when no one is there to pay heed to it?
Why to show weakness when you know people are going to use it against you?
My mind was jumbled with thoughts trying to contemplate the events of the day and future this matrimonial held, when suddenly the car's door opened.
My attention shifted towards Mr. Oberoi, who was standing near the cars door, his hand stretched out indicating me to step out of the car. He really was a gentleman, at least that was what he showed.
I accepted his hand, coming out of the car, gracefully handling my heavy attire. My bangles and anklets jingled creating a playful and soothing sound between the deadly silent environment.
We walked hand in hand towards the main gate, only to notice my brother in law and sister had already arrived and were having dinner. Aashika looked as if she was being forced to eat by someone.
"Where are mom and dad?", Zain asked his brother, who looked unfazed by his question.
"Well, we very well know that Mrs. Oberoi was never interested in the household affairs and Dad, he went to sleep as he was tired.", he replied.
