A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-63 [Confrontation]

NOTE---

Words written in italic and brackets are translation of Hindi dialogues; While it's not literal translation--it aims to provide the same feel and flow to the story.

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MYRA'S POV

The walk to hell, the way to it isn't hot, burning with wrath; Instead it's cold, a kind of cold that seeps into your bones and freezes your blood so much that you feel lifeless, that is how you know that you are on your death road.

How did I know?
Because that's exactly how I felt while crossing the empty living room and dragging myself to the room echoing with screams and cries.

Maybe the scriptures had been lying to us all this whole time, or maybe it was only I who had been lied to..because, today HAD to be an illusion.

Every second of it felt fake. My mind had a bad habit of always expecting the worst, to keep me prepared but no amount of time, overthinking, or power could have prepared me for this.

The door was left open. I stood at the doorstep for a second, staring at the souls I shared blood relations with but right now they felt ghosts to me; Hell! even my own mother included who stood near my aunt with a glass of water, trying to console her.

And my aunt? Well, she was weeping, hysterically like someone who..who had lost everything, all at once.

Being familiar with her true self, I held no affection or respect for such a lady yet in that moment a pang hit my chest.

The room was the biggest one in the whole house yet at that time, it was the smallest corner filled with displeased faces and suffocating tension strong enough to crash the walls down, and let the weight bury us beneath itself.

"Lo aa gayi sabki ladli."

(Oh, here comes everyone's beloved!)

My breath almost hitched at the sudden, sharp remark of Tara. The second those words left her mouth, the entire space fell silent and suddenly I was subjected to all those eyes, filled with accusations.

I had no one to look at at that minute.

Yes, I was standing amidst my own family yet I had never felt more out of place, more helpless or more blamed.

Before I could even part my lips to speak, the lady who was the centre of this whole facade stood up, knocking the glass in my mother's hand on the ground.

My fingers clenched as I saw the glass hitting the ground and shattering. She rushed towards me, as if she wanted to pound at me like I was her prey.

"Aab kyu aayi hai huh? Sab kuch barbad karne ke baad, sharam bhi nahi aa rahi mujhse nazare milnane me." Her loud words echoed and hit my head like a hammer.

(Why are you here NOW huh? After ruining everything, why now? How can you even look into my eyes without any shame?)

She wasn't angry, she was enraged and looked like a snake spitting her venom straight at me.

The strange thing was that, behind her stood people who had 'raised' me, the ones who most likely picked me up when I fell for the very first time, yet still I didn't look at any of them.

For me, there were no people in that room. But, just accusations, different, grave, Contemptuous accusations. Not one eye held anything softer for me and I too didn't try to find anything else in them.
Today, I was alone there, all alone but I knew I had to make sure that would be enough because the person my fight was for, was worth it a thousand times over.