The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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Home is a place where you are always welcome and surrounded by those who love you, but that is not the same for all because I am nowhere welcomed and loved. But that does not stop me from hoping for a better future. Because hope is the only thing that is stronger than fear.
My fear of being abandoned again. First abandoned by my mother, who died giving birth to me, and second by my father, who refused to accept me in front of the world.
My thoughts were interrupted by the alarm at 5 o'clock in the morning. Though I was already awake, who wants to leave the bed in winters? After getting ready, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and help with other household chores because I do not have school so I can help more.
But when I have school, my days become really hectic because I have to do school and household work both.
It's not like my maternal uncle and aunt do not have servants; they do, but I have been doing it since I was a little kid.
I know how to cook almost all the dishes; you just name it. And baking is my favorite.
"Maheer also prepare pancakes for Varun; he wants to eat." I heard my Aunt's voice while I was preparing breakfast.
"And also prepare something good in the afternoon because my friends are coming, and do not call me Mami (Aunt) in their presence."
Nodding in, yes, my mind drifted in the thoughts of how I am again denied social recognition of being part of the family.
Though it has happened countless times, the ache in my heart is stronger than before. But can I blame them? The answer is NO.
Isn't it enough, Mahi, that they are letting you stay with them? But this does not lessen my pain because aren't human beings greedy, always asking for more?
By the time everyone finishes their breakfast, it's already 10 in the morning. And now I am preparing my plate of food to eat but am interrupted by my Aunt's voice.
"Maheer, what are you doing? My friends will come at 12, and here you are filling your plate. How much do you want to eat? This is the reason you are getting fat. Leave this and start working; I do not want any mistakes."
"Yes, Mami Ji, I will immediately start the preparation."
"Do make gajar ka halw;, Mrs. Singhania loved it last time."
Leaving my food plate untouched, I start preparing the dishes. It's good that my Aunt came on time, although I might have gotten late in making lunch. But my self-talking session was cut short by my stomach growling.
"Shut up,"I said, pointing a finger at my tummy.
I finished everything on time, and guests are also here. I made coffee for everyone. I entered the living room and heard them talking...
"This necklace is so pretty; It must be really expensive," Mrs. Sharma said.
"My husband gave this on our anniversary, so obviously it has to be expensive," Mrs. Singhania replied, taking pride.
