The Gymnast's Escapade

The Siblings and The Intruder

Alright, before we move on lets throw some light on the #MeTooMovementOf India. So I hope you all are aware of it, and honestly hearing the stories, I'm deeply saddened by how men treat the women in our society. The pain the women have gone through is unexplainable, and something which I've always said that abuse is not a joke. 

And today I actually feel glad that for fame sake, I never romanticised abuse or harassment in my books; I treated them as a crime; just to satisfy a few bunch of people, I never showed it as something that's forgivable because It's not. 

So, I hope people will now on this app know the meaning of stress and psychological suffering because by writing it as romance you're actually telling the predators out there that its okay to do all this stuff because it could be forgotten. Truth is it can never be forgotten or removed. It's a scar which stays in your heart for life. 

Through, tv and movies only crimes are justified at least don't make the book world also the justification of such things because none of us can ever compensate the pain a victim goes through. So please grow up and stand for yourselves. 

And at last, thanks a ton for all the wishes. 

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Act 2, Scene 5 (Continued)

If Aashka anticipated her siblings to throw a ball of heated queries at her then she was proven wrong when none of them even tried to hide the shock from their faces. Suddenly, their eyes lost the usual glow, their lips pursed into a thin line as they lamented on what they had learned but other than that she could view the most heartbreaking expression on their faces.

Fear!

Unstoppable fear to lose their father because of anyone's growing hatred or animosity towards him. She won't blame them for feeling that way when she herself was going through the same tragic state of thoughts since the other morning when she saw Harsh's grandfather in the café. He terrorized her without even talking to her.

How was she going to deal with this new plight of her life?

On one side it was her father, and on the other, it was Harsh—someone who had started to like her, and so did she but nowhere her liking for a man was above her father's life but the thing she dreaded here was that if she put the arrow of doubt on Ridhaan Sehgal, what if she ended up offending Harsh also?

After ages, she got one friend in her life who saw her for who she was; what if she loses his friendship for nothing? But if she was right then was the entire family playing with her feelings? Including Harsh!

Suddenly, she shuddered at the thought, and gulped a lump down her throat; she looked at her silent siblings who were now staring at her keenly observing every change she was undergoing.

From lost to—confused, anxious, and panicky.

"Berry, you okay?" Aaysha asked breaking the chain of thoughts and for a split second Aashka appeared to be blank but gained her composure instantly and nodded affirmatively.

"I'm hearing berry after ages, Apple," Aashka commented with a hint of smile calling her sister with the nickname that suited on her best.

Aaysha scrunched her nose as if someone once again forced her to eat apples like she had to eat continuously when she was diagnosed with low haemoglobin and her parents used to run after her with two apples, and pomegranate daily.

Certainly, she saved herself from becoming anaemic, but the result was that she started hating both the fruits and amazed by her hate, her proud father nicknamed her as Apple.