Mumbai
"You are an uncaring mother and an unfeeling human being and nothing you do or say is going to change that fact!"
Advay was furious at her actions! He didn't have an ounce of regret for having uttered those words. She earned it after all, he thought sarcastically, going back to reading the message she just received. He stepped into the shower and turned it on full blast.
She was the worst kind of human being he was ever unfortunate to have come across; a person who chose not to recollect her past actions and didn't have even a tiny bit of remorse for what it triggered.
The death of his loving parents and him becoming an orphan overnight. He still relived those horrific events like it happened yesterday. No amount of psychiatric help could erase what he saw or experienced that day.
His mother's agonizing cries for help while she was being burnt alive was still ringing in his ears and his father being stabbed multiple times mercilessly by the angry mob were imprinted in his brain and there hasn't been a day where he prayed to god to turn back time and prove that all this was just a nightmare and nothing more.
The only way he could combat his fears and pain was by fueling his rage; rage at his childhood friend for having lied blatantly and anger for having given away their secret spot which made him lose his brother too.
The vow to never forgive her inhumane doings kept him going. She didn't care for him then nor did she think about him now or reminisce their friendship for even a fraction of a second, he noted.
She deserved hell and he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away. After all, his wife herself has presented him with a golden opportunity; a second chance at exacting revenge since the first didn't seem to douse the inner fire for revenge, he realised.
And he would relish giving her a taste of her own medicine. But he had to plan better this time; it looked like the initial strategy of humiliation and social shame wasn't sufficient enough. She has come back again asking for more and he would definitely give it; he was generous that way, he smirked.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself, all the while wondering what he should do next. But before that he had a set of things he had to remember at any cost; Stay in Nani's good books, keep Dev at bay, never fall for Chandini's innocent act and get fooled, never forget that she was and is a gold digger and totally untrustworthy.
He did observe THE key point in her behaviour though; that she had a penchant for tolerance when it came to her maa and family. He knew that she was here for them and that she would endure anything for them; he had a glimpse of it when in Allahabad, but now was the time he wanted to put it to test to check the limit.
He thought that if he separated her from them then she would endure all the heartache that he did during his teens; but then again thought against it when presented with an opportunity to defame her entire family. But that didn't seem to satisfy him either, now that he thought about it.
He was going to derive immense satisfaction in torturing her day in and day out with her having no clue as to the reason behind it.
And when the day comes, he would plan his reveal in such a way that she would be too shocked to even think and run away from him of her own will. And that would be the day his parents' soul would rest in peace, he nodded in determination as his eyes brimmed with unshed tears. He blinked to keep them at bay and proceeded to the bedroom to change.
