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She sat there, looking at her reflection in the water. Recalling today and many days before. Everything had changed. But so had nothing. She was still a middle-class girl, without the knowledge of her origin, without business benefits, without bloodline and without love. Her husband's love to be specific. Husband. Isn't that someone who is supposed to be your better half, love you unconditionally and support you throughout your life? Isn't it the one who'll always be there no matter what? Maybe not for her. Maybe it was just love which was not meant for her.
Tia was gone. Off with her baby and husband. Happy and content. Mrs. Kapoor had manged to run away. Her husband had gone to the police station to file a complaint against that fraud lady. Svetlana had disappeared. And tomorrow so would she. Out of the life of the business loving, always-in-trouble, blue-blooded, Oberois.
When she was in the orphanage, the caretakers would lock up the insolent' children in a dark and cramped closet, without food, water and company. She would sleep there, haunted by nightmares and noises, with only stale air to breath. She would find solace in dreaming of a family, hoping that someone, someday, sometime would come, adopt her and take her away from this god-forsaken hell. She sometimes dreamt of falling in love, and being loved back with equal fervour and marrying a nice, sweet guy whose companionship would make her forget these dark times. When she finally got adopted she was quite a teen. Seventeen year old to be exact. She remembered it being the talk of the orphanage, since most families wished to adopt small children whom they could mould according to their own lifestyle, values and religion. Rakesh Gupta, Sahil's father, a man who had recently been turned to a widower by the nightmarish cancer, had realised he was not capable of taking care of his child and earn money together. His little infant, barely a month old, needed a caretaker. She realised she would never be loved by him as a family. He was a kind man though. He passed away when Sahil was two, leaving herself and Sahil at the mercy of his witch-like sister. Her dream of a perfect loving family was shattered, making her pin her hopes on the last dream of marriage.
She had come to find the only person she loved, her little brother, the shining star of the dark life. But his love for her stole away the childhood he deserved. The bua's constant tortures on her matured him at a very tender age, something she would never forgive herself for. She tried to do the best for him. The best shoes she could afford, the best clothes, the best food, all for him. Her life had fallen into a mindless rhythm: go to work, earn money, give some of it to the witch, keep rest for Sahil, and go to work again the next day.
And then she had met the only real friend she'd had, Priyanka. The kind, stuttering girl, who never spoke much, but she was always there to listen to her. She told her things she didn't want to tell Sahil, fearing his already losing innocence. She never asked Priyanka about her family. She had never needed to. Priyanka was an individual person. A nice person. Not very brave, probably guilty and regretful of some past experience, but a nice person. Priyanka never talked about her own family either except her brothers, especially the eldest brother. Her stories of her brothers were always accompanied by the rare, stutter-less sentences filled with affection and respect.
And then she had met Him. The Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Dripping style and arrogance, believing himself to be above humanity, with those highly weird, kanji eyes. As attractive as they were, there was always a piercing coldness residing in those eyes. Her life had played another joke on her, by making him her only friend's brother. The eldest one.
He had tried everything, taken everyway, used everyone he could to break her, bring her to her knees, bend her to his will. She had still stood strong. She had managed to find a way out every time. And then she had given him a blow by entering his house, planning his continuously and forever pushed wedding, and being good at it. She had loved this job and the family she worked for. She had, sort of, become a pseudo-member of it. Or so she had thought. Practically living in the Oberoi Mansion during those days had made her see those small glimpses of humane feelings in the cat-eyed beast.
And here she was today, as the one who saved his family, married to him, in love with him. Just a responsibility. Her last dream, marrying a guy who loved and supported her was snatched by the very man she loved. Ironic. She wondered, "Maybe if I hadn't volunteered to teach those kids dance at the temple that day, I still would be living my old, monotonous, slightly more peaceful life.
She wished to erase the past 4 months of her life. She wished she could erase the impact it had had on her. Even if she could only erase that monstrous love for him, she would be happier. Probably. Her indecision startled her and she gave out a mirthless laugh. Her life had never given her choices to be indecisive. Today that she had the privilege to choose, she almost wished it wasn't the case. She had two choices. Live as a responsibility for the remaining six months, delaying the inevitable or leave now. The latter was practical, but the former was tempting. She hadn't told this to Shivaay of course. He seemed to be hell-bent on keeping her n this house, probably just to make sure that he slept in peace for not abandoning his responsibility. She was sure, a girl like her would never be given the position of his wife. And she wasn't ready to live here as a pseudo-family member anymore. So she would leave. That was the only way.
She looked at the wristwatch she wore. It had been a gift form Priyanka on her last birthday. It told her it was 5:00 a.m. Sahil's train from Bangalore would reach the station soon. Smudging of the vermilion on her head, removing the mangalsutra and keeping it on the side table, she gave a last glance to the room full of memories. Picking her small duffle and chikni, wearing her brother's gifted chandani, Anika set off, to a new life, new journey.
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First of all thanks to Teju who gave me confidence to post this OS.🤗
So this is my first attempt ever at writing OS. It was a quick, not really thought out sort of job. Criticism is welcome😳
Comments really help!!
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