A Scandalous Affair |COMPLETE| AnuPre Fiction

10. Cradle to the Grave

A/N: Dear FAM! This is a much awaited chapter in the book! Chapter of CONFRONTATIONS & SHOWDOWNS!

Just one clarification : So as mentioned at the end of the last chapter, Nivi decides to tell everyone about the situation and she does, this chapter begins from there.

Also, regarding why did AnuPre not own up themselves? Well firstly it was too early, they only confessed to each other a couple of hours back, they hadn't thought through it yet; also as noble as the idea of confession may sound, this isn't an easy confession to make. Maybe in a couple of months they'd come clean, but the issue is, maybe if they took a couple of months, out of family pressure they'd even sacrifice their love, who knows? Therefore Nivi's intervention was needed to throw them offguard; so they instinctively choose what they will choose in this chapter. Hope I could explain this properly, here. Else of course, you can always comment and ask qns! :)

No more jibber-jabber, catch you at the end of this chapter! 

HAPPY READING!

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Mishka:

I was sitting on the couch in the living room of Basu Bari, my surroundings were eerily quiet. Nivi di sat next to me, holding my shoulder gently, while 'mumma' sat on the sofa opposite, looking lost and dazed. Di stood between us near the coffee table, arms locked into her chest, not a shred of tear in her eyes, not a hint of guilt; beside her stood Anurag, the man I was about to get married to today; under ordinary circumstances, we were scheduled to start 'Haldi' ceremony in another hour, but now that seems like a distant dream. I looked up wiping the tears with the back of my palm to notice Rishabh there too, he looked just as shocked as the rest of us; but I was done crying, I had a few questions to ask – not to Di; not anymore to her – she was no one to me. Not anymore, anyway. In fact why am I not surprised, isn't she exactly capable of just this? That woman didn't know happiness, and didn't let an iota of happiness spread where she set her foot. Today I had questions for my very dear mother. I wanted answers from her. I looked straight at her asked, calmly.

"Mumma, so what do we do now? Get Prerna to leave Rishabh and get her married to Anurag instead?"

"Wha—t? What are you sayi—ng Mish betaji; have you any idea what you jus—" my mother stammered in shock and incomprehension; my statement earned a gasp from Nivi di too, but I didn't care.Prerna's head shot up at me, but she didn't say anything, she looked visibly irked, I wondered was it because of my suggestion or for the fact that for the first time in my life, I called her by her name; she wasn't Di anymore, I didn't respect her anymore, she was just another characterless woman from the heap of rubbish you find in the roadside.

"That is, provided Prerna wants to marry Anurag of course. I mean marriage is after all a high price to pay for her frivolity, nah? Maybe she just wants a 'fuck buddy'? Then we let her have it that way, right 'mumma'?" I asked quietly, voice calm and measured. My mother just stared at my choice of words with saucer like round eyes and opened her mouth to argue but no words came out.

"Mish, look I know you are upset and rig---" began Anurag, clearly rattled at the insult I threw at Prerna; so this was deep from his side, I realised spitefully, and his protectiveness towards her was capable of literally burning the skin of my body with envy.

"Not a word from you Anurag Basu. Not now. This is family matter" I told him with a flat authoritative tone; he was about to argue back, but Prerna held his wrist. He listened to her and kept quiet, this little act of intimacy and communication riled lava inside me, but I kept calm, for some reason all my hate was channeling towards 'mumma' right now.