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chapter 13 : DEVIKA'S POV

- Devika's pov:

The man who came as a warrior in my life was keeping something unforgiving in his heart, troubled me

He was disturbed by his own family and it reminded me of my time with my family

The 19 years of my life which I spent with them until that last moment were the only thoughts that consumed my mind in these recent 5 years.

My parents gave me and my sisters a lot of love but with the passage of time it started becoming a burden to my heart

I was the eldest daughter among the three and the expectations of my family became higher with my growing age.

My mother was supposed to support me and make me feel at ease. Rather she became the reason why I started hating my existence in that house.

Siblings fight. It's normal but our fights turned our parents into implying unequal treatments. Our fights were merely based on household chores and taunts that one threw on other

I was no less. I became abusive too. Constant yelling and fights in our house turned me into a girl who would get angry at small things and then after a small act became anxious, fearing it would lead to another taunting session.

My sisters would mock me. Sometimes saying 'what did you even do being the eldest'. ' why is she even the eldest when she can't act as one'

How was I supposed to act like an older sister? How do they behave?

Was that supposed to mean that I had to stop my rights of demanding things and let them enjoy everything to themselves. Or that I had to quietly listen to them when they ordered me to do something.

Being the oldest, I sacrificed too. My parents would bring in some snacks and I was supposed to wait before my other sisters would have their share.

Why? Because I am the eldest and I have to learn to compromise. It all made me sick and I never backed off in any fight.

I'll help my mother with all the work which I could possibly do but then at the end of the day I would sleep with a ' she didn't do anything ' and more taunts .

When my father would see any work left undone or when my mother would complain to him, he would always say 'badi krti kya hai' 'mein kya he keh skta Hu' his tone always disappointed.

(What is the eldest daughter doing?)
(What can I say?)

It came to a point where I used to pray to God that please don't make me hate my parents. I love them and I don't want to go against them everytime.

It wasn't just me with all the nagging and suffering at that age. I am pretty sure my sisters felt that too and all their hurt would come out on each other.

But what went wrong was when my parents had to stop us after we fought with each other, they never made the right judgment. Doing favoritism and not listening completely rather yelling and saying where they went wrong in our upbringing, made our relation more complicated.

And this was something which ignited another fear within me , fear of not being heard.

Parents don't realize when their words of affirmation turn into words of disappointment and how it's affecting their child.

They call it upbringing but for their kids it turns into unfairness, discrimination and oppression

I missed my family in that confined room but that time is over and so is my family.

I used to cry missing them but more than that I used to cry remembering the relation and feelings that were left in last.

Seeing Ansh crying over his family made my heart swell with sympathy.

He shared something dreadful from his past with me and I felt the need to share mine with him.

But this was not the right moment. He needed me and my love which was increasing like numbers

I can't open up my letter of pain and expect him to console me when he needs it at the moment.

We stayed in that same position. With me on his lap giving him comfort and him resting his head on my chest.

Our bond felt stronger and more confident. I felt our connection grow stronger as his past was now a part of me, a shared burden and a testament to his trust.

I feel proud of him. He set up his life from the start and is now the most ravishing billionaire in the country.

He must be so alone all this time. Having no one beside him while he was succeeding in his career.

I don't know anything about his childhood and the time he spent in Delhi all alone but having him here with me confirms how much he must have needed a supportive partner.

I want to become everything for him so that he doesn't have to feel like he lacks someone or something in his life.

Whatever happened with my life is done now. I can't always cry over all the past and lose my future in reminiscing about it.

Now that I have got someone who is ready to take on my responsibility and is ready to fight his family just to know who made me end up in a situation no one deserves, I want to make him feel special at all costs.

I want us to be there for each other and live like two people against this cruel world.

Hearing his soft snores, I looked down and watch him sleeping soundly while resting his head on my chest and hugging me close to himself

"Ansh, I promise to protect you. I promise you to be there for you whenever you need me or even when you don't need anyone around. I promise to love you like I wished to be loved"

°°°

Somewhere in the outskirts of the city, a man cladded in formal suit yelled at someone on the phone

"What do you mean she wasn't in the room? Did I pay you for nothing?"

The person on the other side shuddered in fear. They were talking on the phone yet the fear and dominance highlighted

"si...sir we did our best b...but w...we don't know how..."

"Shut Up. Just shutup.. wait for the time when my hands get on you. You're so dead"

And the phone was smashed to the ground in the fit of anger.

The defeat shown clearly in that particular someone's actions.

who else relate to Devika?
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