The Elites. #Virushka

10. I hate her

This chapter might give you a little more scoop is who Anushka is as a person and why she's a little bipolar or whateva lol.

Tell me what you think xx

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Anushka could still feel her fingers shake as she saw her father say all the good things about her mother. The hall was filled with people while pictures of her mom and people let out their typical aahs and oohs when they heard stories about her.

Anushka didn't understand why all of this drama happened every year, why her father pretended to love her or maybe actually loved her. But who would love a whore?

She hated the sypmathetic glances and pitiful eyes. She hated it.

She hated that her father still loved her mother. Why would he love someone as fucked up as that?

About the organization that her father had opened in her mother's name and why it needed support of all those elites sitting in the room.

Her mother's death anniversary had become nothing but a promotional campaign for her father's NGO.

Anushka stood up. She couldn't bear this anymore. But before she could leave, she was called up on the dice..asked to tell them all about her mother.

"Anushka, come on up."

Anushka hardly knew her mom. She sighed and with lazy steps, she walked up to the dice.

Her father gave her an encouraging smile but she could see the tears around his eyes.

"Hi-uhh..I don't really know or understand the point of all this to be honest, like my mom died more than a decade ago and I hope she's resting in peace. I know that my dad loved her, loves her still. But the truth is that to love a person, you have to know them. I didn't know my mother so it's hard for me to explain my love for her. How can you love someone when you're not sure if they love you back or not? I just want to say that I think she was a lucky woman because she got someone like my dad. Someone who still loves her unconditionally."

Her eyes roamed around, stopping on Virat and Sonam. She had never seen Virat pay attention to her this way, his face was so concentrated on what she was saying, like he was absorbing everything.

She gulped.

"So yeah. Please support my father's dream."

In that moment, Anushka wanted nothing but peace. She wanted to be alone. Talking about her mother was hard and it always left her mentally exhausted.

She walked downstairs from the dice and instead of sitting on the seat she was sitting on before, she simply left.

God, she wanted Gautam. She needed him.

She hated her mother.

She fuckin hated her.

She didn't want to cry over that pathetic woman, no she didn't. But God, did it hurt.

It hurt knowing that her mother chose death over her. That was it, wasn't it?

The woman who gave birth to her hadn't valued her, why would the world?

She sniffed angrily as a few tears escaped her eyes.

She heard a knock on the door. She wiped away the tears again.

"It's open." She said with a shaky voice.

"Hi," Virat.

Oh.

Anushka flushed red at the thought of someone catching her like this. In this vulnerable state. So she straightenef up her shoulders, inhaled through her nose and looked at Virat.