Passion & Dilemma

54. Closure

Sarthak's POV

I watched Prerna twist the door of her house open and walk inside.

I followed her reluctantly, not wanting to be in this place for even a single minute because that is how much I hate this beautiful house built on a foundation of ugliness.

The house was quiet and clean like always, as if the stains of the dark ugliness has been rubbed off of it desperately. Everything inside these walls was a symbol of abuse inflicted upon my woman.

But this was also a monument of Prerna's hardwork and sacrifices. It was a badge of power for the battles she had won against the world. It was the symbol of her strength and will.

I walked further and saw an oversized photo frame of Jayesh sitting on a seemingly vintage ornate chair like a wannabe king.

King of a broken kingdom with no subjects to reign over.

The house was built with Prerna's hard work and sacrifices, and Divya Aunty turned it into a home... so why was Jayesh the pimp's photo hanging on the wall?

"I want to hang a garland of rotten flowers on this frame." Prerna voiced her wish, and I turned to look at her.

She was inspecting the photo, looking almost indifferent, with her hands crossed over her chest. I would've assumed she was unaffected by coming here had I not noticed the rigidness of her shoulders.

"I am more than glad to help you with that." I said nothing but the truth.

I was already a twisted man in the brain and both of us knew I was capable of crossing all the limits of righteousness for her and her only.

But we also knew that Prerna wouldn't be up for unaliving Jayesh. He may be a monster, an abuser, a walking and talking slur in disguise of a family man, but he was still Prerna's father.

She was the strongest soul in my eyes but definitely not strong enough to bear the guilt of her father's death. She would rather put him through the worst and watch him suffer with a large bucket of popcorn in her hands, than have him dead.

I don't want him to die either. I want him to rot and live the life of a half-dead worm in some miserable corner of the world.

And every time when I remember him, there shall be a sense of peace in my heart knowing that he is getting what he deserves.

"What are you doing here?"

Here comes the rotting worm.

Prerna and I turned together at Jayesh’s voice.

He stood at the door with a green-haired woman at his arm.

I did not even try to hide my disgust. His wife has been in the hospital for a week now, all broken and miserable because of him and this fucker was busy whoring around with a woman half of his age.

Jayesh was so drunk that he could barely stand without the other woman's support.

"Did you not hear me?" He raised his voice and took a step forward, dragging the other woman along with him by her waist.

I looked at Prerna through my peripheral vision. She had come here to collect her mother’s belongings as she has decided to shift in Divya aunty in an apartment near the Ahuja Mansion, but look what she has to witness.

"What are you doing in my house?" Jayesh asked, more firmly this time.

"Leave." Prerna said, her words were directed towards the green-haired chick who, instead of leaving, looked at Jayesh.