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A/N- Hey guys! Finally I'm back on forum. I know all my stories are pending from so long. I'll be updating Dil Rota Hai (if you haven't read it do check out. It was my initial work so pardon.) soon. But to compensate the delay, here's this.
Ragini's POV
"Mooommm!!!" I cry. I just saw that. God, please let me know it's a dream. I can't believe it. He killed her. My dad killed my mom. He, who claimed to love her the most, killed her. She was innocent. It's been 5 hours I'm sitting here, in front of her body. I'm crying for help. But no one is here to listen. He, so easily, shrugged at me and went. He killed my mother and went!! That bloody asshole who is unfortunately supposed to be my dad killed my mom and went!! This big mansion seems too small right now. These white walls look so dark. And I'm sitting in the center. With the dead body of my mom in my lap. The blood blended well with that pink Saree of hers to give a perfect shade. Huh? He gifted her that Saree as a token of love. Love, huh? Love my foot!
I woke up with a heavy breath. This nightmare. Again. I hated it when it haunted me. I hated that bloody day. I hated it so much. I took the glass of water from the side of my bed and gulped it in one go. I saw the clock. It was 5 in the morning. I had one more hour for that alarm of my phone to ring. I was sweating. I needed air. I went to the balcony. The cool breeze of the morning touched my face. I felt a shiver running down my spine. I closed my eyes to feel it. As soon as I did that, those flashback flashed in front of my eyes and I closed them like it was the most needed thing I have to do. My dad, Shekhar Bose, or accurately the millionaire Shekhar Bose. Who had his hands coloured with my mother's blood. My mom fell in love with him when they both went to a camp to kerela during their college days. She was too innocent to see his obsession for her, did you just think obsession for her? Patience! She was too innocent to see his obsession for her money. He was from a rich family. She was blindly in love with him. He married her. Well, who won't agree to marry the daughter of the filthily rich, Sanjay Rathore. He was the wealthiest man of the town and was famous for his soft behavior towards others. I won't focus on my parents' love story more. I hate it happened. My father married her and in the very next year I was born. He used to love us, I meant fake love for us. I was not completely eight. Two months to go for my birthday when my granddad, my Nanu, passed away. My mother being the only child of his owned his property of millions. After some days of fake condolences and love, My da..uh..Shekhar managed to convince my mother to do the property in his name. My mom being the blind lover did as he wished. And the next thing I know is that nightmare. His power helped him hide this murder so perfectly. After that day, he used to beat me everyday.One fine day I ran away.I was 12 then. Four years of sheer torture were enough to tolerate.
I came here. Mumbai,which was used to be the dream of every person who wanted to achieve something.
I was adopted by Raj Gadodia and his wife Shreya who hailed from a middle class family and had no daughter. They have a son, Raghav, who now is my brother. My past was only known by Raggy. Oh yeah. We call each other Raggy, having our names be RAGhav and RAGini. He had been a supportive and protective brother. He is only 5 months older to me but never leave a chance to boss me. He is the only guy I am so frank to. I love him. He's my lifeline. I was lucky to have a family like this but I miss my mom. Senorita, lol dad calls mom Simran being Raj and so do I call her senorita, gave me a mother's solace and love but still I miss my mom.
Opening my eyes and looking at the sky which had a shade of blue now,I headed towards my room. I saw the clock and it told 5:35. I have been standing there for more than half an hour. But it doesn't shock me anymore. Every time I have that nightmare, the scenario is same.
I dresses up in my casuals and opened my novel. I love reading. I love almost everything. I just hated that Shekhar Bose and certainly all the rich people. They run after money and that's it. As soon as I finished the 25th chapter, I heard a knock. My boss, Raggy ordered me to the breakfast. Oh I love him so much. After the breakfast and some chitchat, I headed towards my workplace. I worked in a Cafe. Not because of money but I liked to be self dependent. Dad didn't allow me work there but after lots of requesting and to be honest, blackmailing, I took the permission. I'm smart, i know. I just had a video of his with me in which he was mimicking how mom gets angry, which I threatened to show to mom.
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Precap: "How dare you?" "I'm sorry, sir." "What the f^ck do you think have you done?" "I'm really sorry, sir."
I really hope you like it guys. It's 3 a.m and I'm awaken because of the pain I am suffering post-surgery. Just wrote this to distract.
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