Sick Rooms

Prologue

Lights flickered on her slim frame as she stood on a tidy walkway grooming herself to fit in recent alters proposed by life. She wrapped herself carefully with her long hands and thrusted her feet on ground each at a time. Had life been little easier she may kicked herself, strum her beats at odd places and run an extra mile to lead a life she wanted, though she embraced every little point embarked on hard worker's list still she couldn't step on the stone she fantasized. Break down is earlier step of her life but mercilessly life did teared her apart, crushed her into pieces yet it lifted her up and pushed her to thrive, never to fail. But is it a little tinge of hope that kept her going? Hell no, Nandini Murthy doesn't hope she gets what she desires any which way, and this single statement defined every cell of her.

Options are what have been lately in her free hands and her piercing gaze left no stone unturned in checking what she got. She fliched a bit when she learned she had to put herself on fire to clasp what she needed. To notice vividly, how can she drop herself cordially low just to grab her once unreached aim but hadn't she been the one who blurred lines between her own self and her expression to outer world.

She shuddered to cover herself from penetrated light which informally made their way through flapping curtains. It's dawn already, she didn't realize. She silently paced to her glamorous room where she stayed for couple of years already. She gently piled end of curtains which widely spread across the windows a minute ago. She never opened those fragile looked glass doors, she didn't liked fresh air it always seemed to carry dirt for her. She quickly switched on AC and settled herself neatly near a window pane. She never liked light on her way, she stayed in dark as she felt light exposed her and observe her deeds to make her regret which she solemnly never graced but yet it scared her. Today it seemed different she don't want to hide herself in dusk, she wanted to be exposed and once want to find her way back but that is what she dreaded the most. She quickly closed curtains when she was hit by a huge sponge ball.

"Haw, you didn't catch my ball?" She heard him say in his not-so-childish tone. She quired a bit to look at him but, alas she turned to look anywhere but him. She felt him move forward and she wanted to step back but she wouldn't budge. He stood a step away from her when suddenly he ran and closed her room door, she trembled but she knew why, he perhaps wanted to watch stars patches stuck on her room roof which shine in darkness. As predicted he tucked himself on her bed and stared at those artificial patches. She doesn't take it as stupidity but passion, she quired whenever he saw those brightly illuminating orbs with passion filled eyes, she wished she did, may be for once.

"Why do you like them so much?" She questioned dryly while placing herself on mattress along under his sheets.

"They shine no matter what" He replied dreamily and it was..true, they actually do. And she knew, she knew it all along, was she that blind to see what she is herself. What would she get if she choose other way, a tag of respect and it's over but this way has piled up advantages, may be she would be named a gold digger and that's it. She need to survive, her younger brother would be gifted with profits too and herself, money, what else she wanted. She would probably dig one perhaps two to trap but she is to decide, he will fall in himself or she would push him; she would stab in deeper or stir the knife off but whichever way she would survive, wouldn't she?

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We know people won't like Nandini but as the story progresses she has to be the one who is likable, she isn't that bad though.

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Teja and Samrudhi