𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒔

Chapter 2

Raindrops splashing on her face through the window as the wind blows, Anuradha blinked her eyes twice due to the sudden sprinkling of rain. She looked at the beauty of rain; it's still beautiful as she loved before but yet it's the smell of death that made her hate it now. When each drop had touched her, she got the reminder of the darkest night she had faced. It still remained as a fresh wound.

Afer six long years had passed like six days. And everything had changed as per the great law of nature; something good and something bad also. Likewise Anuradha too changed, she wasn't the woman once she used to be such as the feisty troublemaker and immature one. Now turned to be a calm and disciplined mature woman.

Anuradha reluctantly averted her gaze from the rain as someone tugged her Saree, "What Krishna? Is there any problem?"

Krishna nodded his head, "Yes, teacher. Vedant hit me."

Anuradha was working as a school teacher. Being a B-tech student she had tried everything to get a better job, to her dismay she didn't get one as she couldn't even complete her course. After a lot of trying and prayers someone showed mercy on her, with their favor she got this job here.

Anuradha looked behind him at a little boy who was standing as if nothing had happened. "You come here!"

The little boy made his way over to them. And looked at Krishna threateningly. If they were not before their teacher he would hit him again.

"Did you hit him?" Anuradha asked. The little boy lowered his head down, not wanting to answer. She raised his chin, "Tell me, Ved. Did you hit him?" Her voice was soft like a feather. She didn't wish to scare the little boy.

He nodded his head, "But he stole my car, Maa." He explained his reason.

Yes, Vedant was her five-year old son. He was her everything, he came to her life as a new hope when she had lost everything and her life turned into a meaningless. Eventually he became the reason for her life. He was the apple of her eye. She would do anything for his son's better life. She wanted to be the best mother to her son. Now her life revolves around him only.

Anuradha caught the two little boy's hands and asked, "Now tell me, Krishna. What happened?"

The little Krishna looked once again before explaining what had actually happened between the two boys. "I got a car from the floor," he pointed towards Vedant. "Then he hit me here," he showed his face.

Anuradha already fed up with her son's complaints. It's not new to her but every time she felt ashamed before others for not being a good mother to bring up her son in a good way. It's not like she wasn't even tried. She could do everything to correct her son's nature such as convincing him in a best way and scolding him in a loving way and the worst and pain to her warning him raising her hand as ready to beat. But all her efforts go in vain as he continues with his mischievousness. One day he would have owned at least five complaints with his naughtiness. He was a little boy so it's quite natural he was pulling tantrums and indecents in his own way, but it's too much for a five-year old boy. Though he was an imp she couldn't punish him hard, she was a mother after all.

"Is it true, Ved?" Anuradha asked her son.

"He stole my car!" Was the only reply he had. He wasn't a child who accepted their fault in the first place.