When Meher's Father cheated and snatched Persis's Fathers company, his Father suffered a paralytic stroke and became bound to the wheelchair. Persis broke his 8 year old relationship with Meher as he brutally dumped her.
Eight months later, Meher...
I never knew that silence can be so deafening. This white noise is creating utter chaos. It's the darkness that scares people but what would I give to get some darkness for all I see is this white light. Sometimes I am recalling a memory and suddenly I am just free falling in a vaccum.
I can see him. He looks young. It's a memory of us in college. He looks at me smitten. "Stop staring Persis" I blush "Why? I love staring at you. God you are so pretty" He says gently pecking my lips. God, I am blushing again. " You're prettier when you blush" he says kissing me again. I stare into his eyes and everything stops. The memory freezes. Can eyes lie? Coz these eyes I am staring at mirror only love and adoration. And now they mirror only hatred. It's a different memory now. Of me standing in his bedroom, hoping to find love in the same eyes but all that I see is loathing. He says he doesn't love me.
It's getting difficult to breathe. I need air. Every cell in my body is vibrating. This noise is unbearable. It's getting louder each second. Help!
Meher finally opened her eyes but she was hyperventilating. I quickly pressed the bell next to the bed and waited for help. The nurse I spoke to the other day came rushing. She quickly put a brown bag at Meher's mouth and asked her to take deep breaths. Within minutes she was calm and collected. As the nurse did her thing, taking vitals and asking questions to her, Meher locked her eyes with me. I couldn't hear a thing of what the nurse was saying. All I did was looked into Meher's eyes, she was searching something in my eyes and I was hoping she found what she was looking for.
I am nothing but a lost man. Crushed between my love and my family. Meher doesn't deserve any of this. I know that very well. But neither did my Dad deserve to be paralyzed for the rest of his life. Neither did my mom deserve to see her Rock of a husband become a putty in her nursing hands.
Meher is my love but to them, she is the daughter of the man who stole their company, their years of sweat and blood and a happy healthy future.
After a certain age, people can't rise from the ashes. They then rely on grudges for the pain they feel is real. And I have no shame in accepting that I am a mumma's boy and my Dad is my hero.
I can never put myself before them. But when I look at Meher, I can see how I am failing her while I win my parents.
"Persis" she whispers "Yes baby" I slowly walk towards her and sit on the chair next to her bed. Nurse has left. I was so lost in her eyes that I did not pay much attention to the nurse.
"It hurts" she said sobbing. Panicked, I started examining her; "Where does it hurt baby? Should I get the doctor? I thought the nurse would have given you the painkillers" She was silent for a while, before she replied in a hush tone. "You said, you don't love me. It hurts" she whispered while tears freely flowed from her eyes.
I know it hurts. It hurts to say it, I can only imagine how much it hurts to hear it.
"You did not mean it, did you?" She asked with little hope in her eyes.
I did not mean it, I never will but how do you say that to the daughter of the man who ruined your parents completely?
It was selfish of me to marry her. She would have lead a normal happy life with Darius. But I couldn't. I can't let go of her. It kills me to imagine her in another man's arms. She is mine.
"Persis?" She was looking at me with hope.
When I raised my head and looked into her eyes, they suddenly deflated. She averted her eyes and composed herself.
"Where is my mother?" She asked in a leveled voice.
God! She is so strong. I know I am hurting her and yet she is not a mess while I feel like shit.
"She called me to get you a few days back. She left with your father" I replied
"She doesn't know the truth about our marriage. She must have thought that you will take better care of me" she said with a sad smile.
I cleared my heavy throat. " I am going to take you home and make sure you recover well". I reassured her
"Thank you". She replied without looking at me. She was staring at her fidgeting fingers.
"I will repay the hospital bills and also what my father owes your family. I don't know how and when but I will figure it out soon". She looked at me determined.
You don't have to, that is what I wanted to say or should have said but all I did was nod. As if sensing my real emotion she replied.
"All this while I've been thinking, why me? Why do I have to repay for my father's wrongdoing but then why should you seek revenge for your father? That's what responsible children do right? Heirs must get riches as well as debts, so I must repay full and well". She said, explaining me and herself.
Her strength surprises me. She was a timid girl even back when I first met her. Quiet and subdued but she was always fiery and passionate. I have always wondered, where does she get all this fire from.
While I admired her for all that she is, she had slowly accepted that my love for her turned to hatred. I could feel the acceptance seeping in her.
It wasn't a weak front to hide her emotions. Meher doesn't hide her emotions. She wears them on her sleeves. She laughs with her eyes and cries with her heart.
I know she is still hurt but I also see that she is more determined to repay me back. Her priorities have changed and although this is good for my parents and this is what I should want, I am scared that I would only loose this battle at the end of the day.
If she doesn't need me, then I have no idea what to do with myself. I am not only drowning myself in an abyss of self destruction but I am doing that with complete awareness.
Meher I hope you never stop needing my Love for I am sure that your love for me is iternal.
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Hola! I am actually not going to apologize for not updating. I've actually been writing my stories but not uploading the chapters. I don't feel motivated to upload.
I have no clue if people are reading my stories. I have no clue if they are liking them or hating them. There is absolutely zero feedback. Baring a few comments from 1 or 2 readers, mostly asking me to update, I have no clue if there are people who are liking my work or not.
I feel as a writer, if I am putting my work out there for people to read for free then I am doing that in order to get some feedback of any sort so that I can improve my work but if I don't get that then I don't see why I should publish my work.
If you choose to be a silent reader then I am not going to force you to like or comment. It's a choice you are making but to upload or not also is my choice.
I am in fact not even asking for positive feedback or likes. I just want your feedback. good, bad, mediocre......All is accepted.
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