The Vengeance

Segment 1

The house was quiet and seemed like dead. Suicide was her only choice. Her eyes glistened with tears as her legs trembled with fear. The stance of a woman, so powerful with unquestionable mighty had become weak in the sight of what lay before her. She stared at the email message on her computer, her mind racing so fast that the words blurred together and no longer made any sense. Just three lines, but enough to make her life--the life she'd worked so hard and sacrificed so much to build--begin to crumble around her. She shouted a loud no! and cried more. She was fuming. All the same, she felt guilt in her heart. She called herself everything, from mutton-headed to scared. Ergo, she decided. Suicide. Is. Her. Only. Choice. A long silence stood between her and her computer. A door knock broke the silence. Her memories started winding down to the day before.

"Oorvi, open the door!" shouted her mom in her wheel chair. Oorvi saw the piled up mess in her room. "Dumbo! Open. Never on time". Hissed her mother in an undertone.

She hesitated before she walked towards the door and twisted the handle. Her mother is in a ready-to-go posture.

"Ritwik (Oorvi's boyfriend in case you want to know) is coming ya? Is that why you're taking so much time to look appeal?" Her mother scanned the room. "Do you think your room is some kinda garbage dump?"

"Mom, 2 min"

"Okay. Don't flaunt your body. Be traditional."

"I am not a kiddo mom!" Albeit her mom knew Oorvi never wears dresses so stylish to be called modern, her mom is habituated to this telling. Always an undeniable harridan . Oorvi smiled to herself. Mother and daughter reached the GARDENS. This is their place where they gather people across several branches of their orphanage and arrange a meet once in every year. A press reporter started probing questions.

"Oorvi mam, what is your mother to you?"

"As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. She is my blood and makes sure it is warm and strong. She is tough at times but when it comes to her concern, it is a no-brainer."

"So much love for your mom." His pale blue eyes gave a wan smile and were now transfixed at Roopa, her mom.

"Many young girls wanted this special bond with their mothers from birth up until adulthood but many mothers fail to serve this. You are the famous philanthropist and the head of all your orphanages across this city. Indeed, you are a busy person. As a single mother raising your kid by yourself and working hard to support her needs on daily basic, how is it possible to create such a devoted bond?" His sumptuous body leaned forward as if immensely engrossed.

Roopa harrumphed. "Couldn't dream of a better daughter. Ours is a two dimensional bond. Mother/Daughter. Friend/Friend. I didn't really need to buckle-down to create our bond. All I ever did was being her mother. But, I agree, life is not a cushy job for both of us. But, there is one factor inherent in our sure-fire bond. That is our assimilation."

"Kudos! Such a great mixture. Well, Mrs. Roopa, can you explain the stepwise growth of your beloved daughter?".......