A D H V I K
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At least once a week, my mother manages to organise a family dinner together because, as per her, all the men are distributed here and there for the rest of the day.
And as much as I like to fulfil all her wishes,
I'm planning to start fasting on the days the dinner is set for.
But at least this time, I would enjoy it because the last time I was not able to taste the food from her hands because of a certain someone's presence.
I brought the spoon close to my mouth but stopped at the thought,
Would she even have the appetite for dinner after what I've done to her?
I took the bite.
I don't think so.
I took another bite.
What happened today wasn't planned.
And I would feel no pity for that girl only if it wasn't for someone else's anger.
This was something unfair in my eyes, always.
And yet, I did that.
It took me four hours to realise that getting her arrested was not my call, and I rushed there.
At least I reached on time,
Or else from what I saw, she'd have lost herself completely to her nine-year-old terrified little being.
And using her would not be possible.
Hence, I had to get her out.
And hence, that's the only reason for the slightest guilt inside me.
It was almost unusual, how she pulled me back in the station, stared at me so closely, and I wasn't disgusted.
I didn't see someone else's eyes in hers today.
I saw the girl.
I saw the girl who killed her own freaking father and screamed for help as if she deserved the help.
She only deserves the tortures I'm gonna serve her.
The only echoes of cutlery were disturbed by a demanding and cold voice-breaking the chain of my thoughts.
But I had made the key point in my mind already.
She is not innocent.
I can never feel any pity toward her.
"Adhvik."
I didn't look up immediately.
I chewed the food in my mouth completely first, then looked up.
"Yuvaansh."
I didn't turn to look beside me to check if the punk even responded.
But watching the eyes of the man at the head of the table go hard notified me that Yuvaansh did respond with his attention.
"I wanna hear from you both..." I watched him for two seconds; he wanted to create some suspense, so I struck my fork in the meal again.
"About what happened today." I took a bite of my food, nonchalantly because I was not answerable to him in this matter.
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