I woke up by hearing the knock on my door. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I opened the door with laziness. I looked Kunal was standing on the door. I asked with raising my eyebrows, "what are you doing here at early?" He smirked, "it's already 8 am."
I shouted, "what?"
I came inside my room and looked at wall clock. He was right. I rubbed my neck and murmured, 'how can I sleep too late?'
"It's ok. You have only slept 8 hours." He told me. I looked at him with doubt, "but I don't sleep more than 4 hours since many years."
"What?" He was surprised, "normally person sleeps minimum 6 hours."
I made my face, "yeah, I know." I changed the topic, "have you taken breakfast?"
"Not yet." He replied.
"Okay, wait for me. I coming within 15 minutes." He nodded and left.
I closed the door and went to bathroom. I looked myself into mirror. I was feeling relaxed. I took a deep breath and did daily routine.
We were eating breakfast. He asked with sincerely, "what is today schedule?"
I looked at him with suspicious. It was first time when I saw him sincere. He looked at me and asked, "what?"
I shook my head, "nothing... Actually, I don't know what is today schedule. And by the way, I have to go somewhere. It's important. If you want to work, you can see the schedule online. I will join you later."
He stopped the eating and looked at me, "what is important now?"
"I have a friend here. I need to meet her." I told him with hesitation.
"What? you have friend here. How?" He asked me with raising eyebrows.
I looked to him with sadness. I wanted to tell him about my past but I was not sure that I should have tell him or not. I had feeling for him. But I didn't want him to hate me. I wanted to stay by his side. But if I didn't tell him, it will consider to betray him. I needed to tell him. After that, it would be on him what he would decide.
He asked again, "You didn't give me answer."
I sighed and opened my mouth, "I have to say you something."
He nodded. I told him everything what happened in my past. How did I lost my parents into an accident? How much my sisters and I suffered at Sahil house because of him and his sister? How did we elope from his house? How did I lost my elder sister? How did I meet with Samita aunty? How much she helped us? Why did I come here with him? Why did I go at his house last night? I told him everything. But this time I was not crying. I was grateful to who supported me to be confident person. I was grateful that my younger sister is growing up a great person.
I looked at him to his response. He was silent. I asked him, "don't you wanna say something?"
He responded, "I have a lot of questions."
I told him to ask. He asked, "it means she is not your relative?"
"No, we met in bus and she helped me a lot. I respect her as my parents."
He asked again, "so you are here for find your elder sister. That's why you behaved different in front of him."
I nodded, "you recognised me hence we met once. It's natural he would recognise me easily. I wanted to take out information about my sister from him."
"Wait, you are same girl to whom I met that day. It means I was right about you."
I nodded with smile. He rushed towards me and hugged me.
I hugged him back. When we separated, I told him, "but there was no use to ask him."
"Why? He didn't tell you that's why you was upset last night."
"It's not like that. He doesn't know about her. That's why I want to meet my friend. She may be know or give me information as I can find my sister."
"Alright, I will go with you." He said with confident.
I said with concerned, "you don't need to. I can handle it."
"But I want to go." He said.
When I seemed there is no use to argue, I told him, "alright, after giving me lift, you will come back. If I need you, I will call."
"We will see." He said with smile.
I asked with hesitation, "I need to ask you something. It is bothering me." He hummed. I continued, "don't you effect by my past." I raised my eyebrows.
He looked at me for seconds, "do you think I should?"
"Actually.." he didn't let me finish, "don't you trust me?"
I gulped, "it's not like it. I mean how can you like a girl who has a dark past."
He put his hands on my shoulders, "I don't care what is your past. I care about your present and future. I promise I will not let you suffer any more till now."
"But.." he put his finger on my lips. "Shh.. are you not getting late now?"
I smiled and nodded. He put my hand into his hand, "let's go to find your sister."
We reached to Rama house where she lived. I knocked the door of her house. After some mintues, a lady opened the door and came out. She looked at me and him from head to toe. She asked with suspicious, "what do you want?"
I recognized her. She was Rama's mother. I greeted with smile, "namaste aunty, it's me manya." She looked at me again and tried to recognize. After some mintues, she smiled and complimented with pleasure, "ohh, I didn't recognize you. You got changed."
I only smiled. She said, "come inside." I nodded and Kunal and I went inside. It was small room with old sofa. We sat on sofa comfortable. I looked my surroundings. It was as usual. Aunty took out two glasses of water and gave us. I took the glass. I looked at him. He was in doubt that he should take or not. I mumured into his ear, "take it." He took the glass in his hand. Aunty gave us smile and sat in front of us.
I asked, "where is Rama?"
She told with happiness, "she is married. You were not here that's why you don't know. By the way, is he your husband?"
I choked out the water and looked at him. Thank God, he was silent. He only gave me smile.
Aunty continued, "it's good that you are also married." I only gave her smile.
I asked, "where does she live now a days?"
"I give you address. She is in this city." As she spoke, I nodded. We came out from her house with taking the note of Rama address.
We were in car. I was feeling uncomfortable. I opened my mouth, "I am sorry. I didn't correct her. Because it's hard to explain her."
He looked at me, "it's ok. I can understand. I am not against to be your husband if you were agreed."
I didn't say anything. I was only thinking how to find my sister. I needed to focus on it.
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The Struggling Life (Completed)
Short Storyit's story about a girl named Manya. her parents died into accident. And her father's friend gave her and her sisters to shelter. But they were maids into her uncle's house. Her uncle's son Sahil tortured her in mentally and physically. At last, she...