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#10 - Pain

Night

She was standing in the kitchen, holding her burnt hand. Her eyes were focused on some distant thing, her mind lost in thoughts of its own.

In a trance, she lowered her hand, her eyes turning more and more hollow. She took a step back from her place. Turning she picked up something and went out of the kitchen.

Don't come at dining table, everyone will lose their appetite just by seeing your face.

The voice rang in her ears, as she took steps towards her room.

You always showed that you are very traditional! Is this your tradition to run and get married?

She saw the stairs in front of her, her steps turning into a run. She was clutching her dupatta in her hand. She ran and stepped on the first stair.

You have to marry me for six months.

Second step.

Otherwise I won't let your sister marry my brother.

Third step.

You will become the reason of her broken marriage once again.

Fourth step.

I told you, this girl was not worthy to adopt.

Fifth step.

She is just a bad omen.

Last step.

She dashed towards her husband's room. It was not hers. It was never theirs. It was only his.

Stopping before the door, she slowly held the handle and twisted it. Pushing the door, she stepped inside. She looked at the fancy lights hanging on the wall, switched on.

I am still afraid of darkness.

Taking steps near the switch board, she pressed all the buttons, causing all the lights to switch off, and the room drowned in darkness.

I won't ever accept you as my wife.

She held the french window in her hand.

Nor I will give you the status of my wife.

She pulled the door, and shut it with a loud bang.

I still search for my parents among the stars.

Without a glance at the sky, she pulled the curtains, hiding the view from her eyes.

Taking steps back, her legs collided with the bed. She turned her head, gazing at the stars hanging beside the bed.

With measured steps, she came close to them and gently pulled them, causing them to break free from their threads.

I still believe that my parents have become stars.

She clutched the stars near her heart, tears pooling in her eyes.

That's why I hang stars above my bed.

She closed her eyes, the tears flowing freely on her cheeks. The pain was getting unbearable for her.

With the stars still in her hand, she kneeled down beside the bed. Bringing her feet forward, she pulled up the trousers from her ankle and opened the lock of her anklets.

That was my mother's anklet. Her last possession I have.

She clutched the anklets close to her heart along with the stars. Gulping the tears, she wiped her face. She pulled back her dupatta and opened it.

Her eyes stared at the thing before her.

Her escape.

Slowly, she picked up the knife in her hand and turned it before her eyes.

Get out of my house, you are not our daughter.

She tightened her grip on the handle and brought it near her wrist. She placed it on her petite, milky white wrist and within a second, made a deep cut.

You proved once again that you are not our real blood.

The blood pooled in her hand, and trickled down her fingers. She smiled seeing the blood leaving her body.

She took a deep breath, as the pain in her heart lessened. She took hold of her mother's anklet and the stars she believed to be her parents.

Sliding on the floor, she placed her head on it and gazed at the things in her hand.

Somewhere she could hear knocking on the door. Soon the knocks turned into bangs, but her body was too tired to move.

She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips and her blood beside her.

The door opened with a bang, and in came the family. The first person halted at his place, looking at the scene before him.

Their steps faltered as the family too saw the same scene before their eyes, their eyes opened in shock and disbelief.

The man dropped on his knees, gazing at the girl on the floor, with a serene smile on her face, as if she got rid of all her pain.

The red blood contrast with the pale body.

In her hands were the only two things that stayed beside her through every thick and thin. The two things that didn't left her. The two things were there for her.

Her anklet and her stars.
Her mother and her father.

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The End.

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A/N

Just a random idea,
thought to pen it down...

Hope it was good...

Love,
Neena💖