"You should leave my nephew and go. You are spoiling his life with your already spoilt one." Rukmini Gaaru said.
I kept quiet like the way I have been since the time I have been discharged. And that's two weeks. The only person who I speak to is muffin. She needs me and I am going to be there for her. I am not going to be my mother. I am not going to be ignorant.
"Just go away. I don't understand why he hasn't divorced you yet," she continued.
I wanted to go away. The family and Adrith would be happy with out me. But my daughter wants her family and me. So I am going to stay. Adrith can divorce me if he wants. As long as my daughter gets what she wants.
It took a while for me to talk to muffin also. Poor thing, she would not understand why her mother would not talk to her. She thought her mother hates her. How can I hate her. She cannot be hated. She is to be loved, adored and cared.
She went crying to her father and told him that her mother hates her. Adrith came to me and tried to explain how I am needed by my daughter. How it is important for her to have both of us. When he did not get any response from me, he held me tighter and shook me. " I know you have gone through something bad, terrible in fact, and your way of dealing with it is shutting us out. I understand." He started like he was talking to a kid, "But muffin can't. She can't understand why her mother is not with her. She is hurting and I don't want it. I don't like it when my daughter cries, and you are making her cry. I will fight with anything and destroy anything that hurts my princess. Even her mother." He said, his voice so calm yet so terrifying. He scared me. But he made me think. He met her few months back, but he still is fighting for her. I have known her all her life, I should fight for her. That night I did not sleep. I went through all the photos, videos of her. I wanted to remember that however filthy I may be, but she is pure and she needs me.
So the next day, I went to pick her up in the school. It was a well spent day with my daughter. I felt relieved seeing her smile. The next morning when I got up, i saw, few white roses, which had dried up a little, strawberry dipped in chocolate and a sorry card. I opened the card and saw that Dev had written, I am sorry I lashed out. I wish I could take it back. But seeing our daughter, triggered something in me. It is no excuse but hope you would understand. Sorry.
At that moment, all I wanted was to run him say you are not at fault. You will never be wrong. But, I did not want his hopes high. He is better off without me.
I jerked out of my thoughts when I heard Dev's voice. He was glaring at Rukmimi Pinni. And the next half an hour left me dumb. How could Dev do that? He accepted the baby just like that? He told the family, his family, whom he loves, respects and trusts, he lied to them. My father did not accept me, inspite of me being his daughter. And my husband is accepting my child. Why? Why is he doing it. Topping it all he asked me to give him a chance.
Its not about me giving him a chance. Dev is the best. He does not need a chance to prove himself. If he commits to anything, then he finishes it. But the question is do I deserve him. Do I have a chance with him? I am in no position to give him a chance because, I am not good enough. I cannot a give chance to myself.
I heard a knock on my door, and Nyonika Attayya peeped in. She looked around, stealthily, when she saw me on the bed, she straightened and walked in. Then she hit forehead, and muttured something. "Hi, Kodalu Gaaru. I have come here bearing a message. From Akka."
She then stood much firmer and said, "enough of mopping in the room. Get up and come to the kitchen. I should not have to cook when I have a daughter-in-law." She loosened a bit and continued. "Her words, not mine."
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The colours of love
Storie d'amore"You say you know me, I say not a single person knows who true ADRITH DEV VALLABHANENI is, so try again." He said unusually calm. That was his speciality, his calm nature is unnerving. His gaze holds so much scrutinity that anyone can loose their s...