Little Girl's Secret

CHAPTER 2

THE FIRST TIME I WISHED SOMETHING WOULDN'T HAPPEN EVER AGAIN...

Known to be the perfect couple amongst their friends, many would wish they too had partners like theirs.
A lot of people thought, my parents were the 'Perfect Couple'.

Wishing and hoping we wouldn't ever have to see this day again.
Clock had just struck 10, time for us to be tucked in bed. My brother Rayansh and I shared a room.
Ray, my younger brother, he was 5 and would soon be turning 6, the gap between us is of about three and a half years. He had the most cutest face I had ever seen, those tiny and soft hands made me want to hold them forever, he had dark blue eyes, similar to my grandfathers.
We both were pretty cool together, we'd fight but they'd be the fun kinds, we would dance, play around after we were back from our schools, sang till our throats were sore, and until we couldn't any further.
I was 9, it was a week after the festival of lights also known as 'Diwali' or 'Deepawali', celebrated to welcome lord Rama, Sita and Lakhsmana as they returned to their kingdom of Ayodhya after spending 14 years of exile in the forest.
Tonight was going to be different than our usual.
We were in bed by 10 after our game of carom and a bed time story, tucked in and kissed goodnight.
It was a quarter past 10 when both Ray and I woke up to the sound of glass being broken, then there was a lot of screaming and shouting, howling and crying...my brother and I were scared and startled, we both ran out to see what was happening outside.
We reached the dining hall and as we got there, we saw our father slap our mother really hard! Our mother broke another bottle of pickle, sent from our grandparents, on our father's head which had started bleeding because of the blow. My brother started crying, he closed his eyes, cupped his face because of the horrifying scene and crouched in a corner, on the other hand I took charge because I couldn't see them fight like cats and dogs and my brother being so scared. Being a baby, I sure couldn't expect him to take action. I had to do something, I ran and stood between them, shouted, pleading them to stop with tears rolling down my cheeks...They did stop for a minute with a look of remorse and love for their children and then saw my brother crouched up in the corner hiding his face and crying, both mom and dad went to him and picked him up, hugged him and said they were sorry, and it wouldn't happen again... they called me, and we had a family hug, during which I ended up sobbing and well my brother was already crying, so yeah...
Things were still not okay between our parents. We were put to bed once again and Ray cuddled up with me and slept, I however, wasn't able to sleep so I crept up to my parents room, it was across the dining, a separate corridor led to it, the door was ajar, I heard their conversation, mother was using a harsh and high tone saying, "How could you?", there were tears in her eyes. They both didn't seem to notice me at all because they were so engrossed in their conversation. Mom went off again by saying ''Didn't you think about the children or about me even once!?''. My father had a shameful look on his face and he mumbled a ''sorry'' that was loud enough to be heard by both mom and I.
I didn't know what had just happened but that's the time mom got up and screamed "Fuck off! I do not want to see your face, jerk!'' I hoped my brother hadn't heard that and gotten up.
I heard footsteps, from the room the conversation was going on in, I saw my mother walking towards the door. I thought I'd been caught but my father stopped her, ''I am really sorry! Everybody makes mistakes! Give me one chance at least. I swear it won't happen again! I am really really sorry!''
My mother turned around swiftly and asked, ''Since how long!?", to be answered immediately in a slow tone, "A week''. I really couldn't understand what was happening.
My father hugged my mother and said sorry again, with that I thought everything was better, I was about to turn around and go back to my room when just by the corner of my eye I saw my mother push him away, "Fuck off Chandan! Don't you dare touch me! You slept with another woman! HOW DARE YOU EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO TOUCH ME AFTER THAT!?". The words took time to sink in, plus I didn't know the meaning of 'fuck off'. How could I? I was just 9.
Not being able to watch it anymore I ran back to my room, got in bed, hugged myself and cried to sleep. Being a kid I was hoping tomorrow would be a great new day, and knowing I had school to attend early morning.
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IMPORTANT NOTE, DEAR READERS:-

TO ALL OF YOU READING THIS,
THINGS REALLY DO GET COMPLICATED ONCE YOU GET MARRIED OR FOR THAT MATTER EVEN WHEN YOU RISE IN LOVE.
DO REMEMBER, YOU END UP BREAKING MORE BONES IF YOU FALL FROM A GREATER HEIGHT.
YOU MARRIED THE PERSON YOU DID, BECAUSE OF THE LOVE, IT HAD NO REASON OR RHYME IT WAS JUST PURE LOVE. ONE CAN GET TEMPTED EASILY BUT ITS YOUR JOB TO DEFEAT THE TEMPTATION AND NOT BE GUILTY LATER ON...OR HURT THE ONES YOU LOVE!

LOVE and REGARDS
~DD

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