𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ-4

It was evening, the sun was appearing orange and slowly hiding behind the clouds, some children playing on the swing, some running here and there, birds were chirping, the fragrance of flowers mixing in the environment made the surrounding fresh, the winds were flowing, Giva closed her eyes and embrace the air.

She was cladded in a t-shirt, an anime character was printing on it, she had bought this when she went on shopping with Nitya and cargo, hair tied in messy bun, some strand was flowing over her face in liberation. She was walking in the society's small park as she wanted to spend her time other than books. Avik hadn't returned from the office so she was bored alone.

she was thinking about the last night incident. She loathed herself that she couldn't do anything for him so that he didn't get the dream about her mother's cruelty. Avik had always protected her, cared for her and made her feel that she was worth it, school education to college, food to clothes, everything was done by him. He had to do part time job after school so that he could collect money for my college admission as school's education was sponsored by some big businessman for orphanages. He was her everything, her mother, her father, everything. Their bond, forged in childhood, had grown stronger with each passing day.

She recalled the countless nights they'd shared stories, dreams, and fears. Avik's unwavering support had helped her overcome every obstacle.

Giva's thoughts drifted to their orphanage days. She remembered the loneliness, the uncertainty. But Avik's presence had changed everything.

He'd become her rock, her confidant, her safe haven.

She hadn't saw her mother as she was just eight months year old when bought inthe orphanage, but Avik he knew how her mother was, how she behaved, that five years old child's fragile heart broke when his pleading got ignored by his own mother.
"Are you new here?" a low pitch voice made her came out the daze. She looked inthe direction of voice, a lady in her late 40's wearing cotton suit and salwar, duptta was walking beside her, her head turned toward Giva with a smile on her face.

"Huh?" Giva asked, she was never good at having conversation with strange people.

"Are you new here?" that lady asked again.

"Yes" Giva said and passed a small smile. That lady nodded her hand repeatedly.

"What your name?" she asked again, Giva sensed that now there was going to take place a long conversation which she hated the most, with some exception.

"Givi" She said, she was answering curtly and shortly, she knew it was rude but she less cared about this.

"Full name beta" that lady asked with sweetly but it was not giving good signals, it was like honey over bitter gourd.

We are living twenty first century but people's mindset was still in back 80's, asking full name so they could know about their caste. Giva just wanted to say fuck off and left from their but she took deep breath, composed herself and plastered a tight smile on her face.

"It's just Givi. My fate has no privilege of having surname." Giva uttered,she sounded sarcastic and started to walk in other direction without seeing and listening to that lady.

"Myself Susmita Mathur," that lady said and started following her, average mohalle ki auntiya.

Giva didn't say anything and kept walking. "You live alone? Where are your parents?Let me get introduce to them" the lady bombarded the question.

Giva gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes in irritation and turned her side"I live alone with my friend. I will help you to meet my parents once I met them and before you asked me any question" she pulled out phone from her pocket and typed something and show it to Susmita.