Omkara SS - Reasons

Part 1

2007 ~ Svetlana

"Don't wait up for me, I've got a meeting late at night and I will just take a room at the hotel and stay there, I heard him say to my mother. This wasn't the first time he wasn't coming home, I knew something had happened, but I didn't know what.

My mother tucked me in bed, and stroked my head, she had this look in her eyes that I couldn't name and it wasn't pleasant. As I grew up, I realised that look was of pain, of defeat. As soon as she left my room, and turned off my light, I walked downstairs, slowly as to not make a sound. I quietly walked past Rudra's room, as he was a light sleeper and I didn't want him to find out about anything. I searched around for mom, but she was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw the kitchen light on, I hid behind the curtained window and peaked through it, to see my worst nightmare come to life. Mom's eyes were red and she was crying profusely, almost unable to breathe properly, she had a bottle of what seemed like alcohol and she was sipping it continuously. I closed my eyes and tears streamed down my face. My eyes opened with an unknown rage. Dad had done a bad thing, a very bad thing and I knew it had to end now.

I quietly went outside, without letting anyone know, and got on my motorcycle to get to my father. I drove as fast as I could, I wanted this to end, but little did I know, 10 years later, we would still be in this situation.

I reached the hotel and went the receptionist.

"Hi, I wanted to know what room Mr. Tej Singh Oberoi is in? I am his son, and I needed to meet him urgently. It is an emergency,

"We don't usually give our customer's information to anyone, but if you have proof that you are, indeed his son, I can take you to his room,

I took out my phone and showed her a picture of dad and me and my licence to further show her that I was indeed, Omkara Singh Oberoi. She seemed convinced and took me to his room. She knocked on the door once, there was no answer, but he was definitely inside, I could hear him, "If you don't mind ma'am, could you please open the door with the master key, it is very important for me to meet him, it's about my mother,

Surprisingly, she listened to me and opened the door and I saw something that I had never wished to see, my father, in a very compromising position with another woman. She looked like she was a bit younger than mom, had a fair complexion, high cheekbones, and plump lips with almond shaped eyes. Her eyes also had something in them, power. While my father looked flustered and anxious to see me there, she had a wicked smile, little did I know that that smile would ruin my whole life.

"Omkara, why are you not at home?

"Is that really what you should be asking me dad, I said sarcastically, "I knew you were up to something but I wasn't expecting this. I walked towards him slowly and menacingly. All the respect I had for this man had died this very second and I had the need to show him. "How. Could. You? I poked his chest forcefully, my anger knowing no bounds, "HOW COULD MR. TEJ SINGH OBEROI. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY MOTHER AND TO YOUR CHILDREN,

"OMKARA! KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN, I AM STILL YOUR FATHER, He stepped back slightly and raised his hand, his hand slapping me across my face, but it didn't hurt, it was almost as if I didn't feel physical pain anymore, I was emotionally broken.

"STOP IT! You, Mr. Tej Singh Oberoi, are not my father... I left there in a huff, so that's why mom had that look in her eyes, she knew where dad had gone, but then why didn't she leave the scum of the man? Why was she allowing herself to go through this pain?

I needed an escape and I knew where to get it, I went to a dark alleyway on the outskirts of town. I found the place and knew exactly who I needed to see, "Hi, is Rahul here?

"Yeah, why do you need him? a young boy asked

"I'm here to make a deal,

"Hello, Omkara, I was expecting you after I asked you the other day, Rahul smiled, emerging from the darkness

"Look, I need to get home fast, how much do I need to pay for 1 injection and 4 joints, I said in a very rushed manner,

"You shouldn't do heroin and weed at once, you can die, so if you want to sleep, or become unconscious I can hook you up with heroin,

"yeah I know, the weed is for tomorrow, I need to heroin, otherwise I won't be able to sleep,

"Here you go,

"Will this help me? I asked in a pain-stricken voice

"Yes, it has helped all of us, he replied, reassuringly.

I paid him the money and put the tube and injection in my pocket and sped home before anyone found out I was gone.

I walked inside, as quietly as I had left, and it was completely dark. I walked over to my parents' room to see my mother had fallen asleep, or more likely, collapsed on the bed. I went inside, and tucked her in, dropping a kiss on her forehead. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how I would ever face my father, or rather, Mr. Oberoi ever again without hurting mom. I took one last glance at her, and went to my room.

I sat by my bed and took my materials out. I loaded up the injection and slapped my skin, making a clear vein appear. I knew that this was wrong, but I couldn't help it. Weed didn't help anymore, I needed something stronger, something that would stop the pain. My mother's face flashed through my eyes and then my father with that woman. Her cunning smile and the way she looked at me, as though she had snatched something very close to me, mocked me, it made me feel completely helpless. I didn't know what to do, so I did what I only could, I took in a deep breath and pierced my skin with the needle, unloading all of its contents into my bloodstream. Slowly, I felt less pain and felt happier, my mind started drowsing off, my eyes shuttered closed and I passed out.

I woke up the next morning feeling a bit lethargic and drowsy. I panicked seeing the needle on the floor and hid it in the drawer where the joints were kept. I took a quick shower and came downstairs and saw Mr. Oberoi with his mistress, whose name I learned was Svetlana Kapoor, and my distraught mother bawling. This is why I needed an escape, this is why I couldn't do it anymore.

I walked towards everyone and saw my dadi comforting mom and glaring at Mr. Oberoi, one look at my mother and I knew what I needed to do.

"Get out! As long as you are with her, we do not acknowledge you as one of our own, I looked at him directly in the eyes, something that I had never done until that moment.

"Omkara, go to your room, you shouldn't get involved in the matters between your father and me, I heard mom say behind me.

"But mom, he hurt you, how can you still be taking his side? my expressions softened as I looked at her, wanting her to become stronger.

"Omkara, I'm only looking out for you, so please, go to your room, I obeyed her, not wanting to give her anymore pain.

I went to my room and decided to paint, it was the only way I could use my pent up anger, and as mom used to say, "take your anger out as talent. I picked up the red bottle of acrylic paint and put it on a palette, and did the same with orange and black. I picked up my canvas and carefully put it on the easel, wetting a sponge, I dipped it in paint and let my hands do whatever they wanted. After an hour I looked to see what I had done, it was the fire in my heart translated onto paper, with orange becoming darker when blended with the red, and the red becoming even darker when blended with the black. I felt instantly better, the storm inside dormant, but still glaringly present.

Dard mein bhi humein sirf aapki fikar hai,

Agar aap hain, toh hum hai,

Aap nahin, toh hum nahin,

Aur kuch nahi hota sahi

I went to check up on Rudra, Priyanka was on a school camp so fortunately, she would be kept well away from all of this. I knew mom and dad wouldn't allow their issues come in front of them just yet, but just in case Rudra heard anything, I needed to go see. It was so much easier when Shivaay was here, he knew exactly what to say and what to do, and right now, it was as if nothing I could say or do reassure anyone or even me that it was all going to be okay, because this time I knew, everything might finish. I can never give Mr. Oberoi the same respect that I used to give him when he was my father.

Thankfully, Rudra and Priyanka were still sleeping and didn't know about what had happened downstairs a few hours ago. I faked a smile as I entered Rudra's room,

"Oi, sleepyhead! Wake up! I said with as much joy in my voice as I could fake, hoping he didn't realise

"Good morning, O! He said chirpily,

"How is this good morning? It's almost 12:30 in the afternoon, I reprimand him

"O, have you been crying? he asked with softness in his voice, the comedic tone of the conversation becoming much more serious

"No, why would I be crying, I'm completely fine, I lied, looking away from him

"You know you can't lie, then why do you try, especially with me?

"Don't worry Rudra, I'll be fine, I lie trying to change the topic, "anyway, since no one can be seen, what would you like to eat?

"Why? Where is everyone?

"Well, Choti Ma and Chote Papa have gone to visit Shivaay in Cambridge. Mr. Ober... I mean d-dad is at work, mom has gone to nani's house for a bit and dadi is taking a nap,

"Okay, that's unlike mom to go anywhere without telling me, but it's okay I'll talk to her when she comes back. Can you please make me pancakes?

"Yep, go brush your teeth and come downstairs, you can shower after breakfast,

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2010 ~ Torment

A few years had passed by and Svetlana, my father's mistress and secretary, became a constant in my life. It was almost as if I couldn't escape her. I tried to make my mother understand that she can leave him, we won't let Rudra and Priyanka get affected by it, Shivaay and I would make sure of that, but to no avail, she would always tell me the same thing, "Your father may not love me anymore, but I still love him and my love can be enough to keep this relationship going, he is still the father of my children and I won't give up so easily on him, It also became a constant to see her with her flask in her hand, as she would take a swig of liquor, an action that had become almost second nature to her. I didn't know what to do anymore either, due to Mr. Oberoi's negligence, he was caught with Svetlana by the media in an intimate position which Rudra saw but due to his innocence, he couldn't decipher completely what it meant, but deep down I knew, Rudra understood much more than what he put across.

When Shivaay came back, I became more relieved and calm, and even though I had dabbled with heroin, I only did it a few times, but didn't need to anymore. I decided, in order to move forward in my life and make something of myself, away from the Oberoi name, I was going to pursue an MA in sculpting and painting from the University of London. I decided the first person I should tell is Shivaay himself, but I didn't know how. He had just come back from Cambridge and here I was deciding to leave him. But I knew that'd be for the best, he would be able to look after Rudra and Priyanka and I would get an escape.

"Hey, Shivaay, I called out to him hesitantly,

"Oh it's you Om, come inside, he said with cheer in voice,

"I wanted to talk to you about something important,

"Yes, go on,

"I want to pursue my master's at the University of London, I've gotten a full scholarship,

"Om, that's great news! Why didn't you tell me before? he exclaimed

"Because honestly speaking I didn't know I was that good an artist that they would accept me, I scoffed

"Well, I am very proud of you, and how do you think they wouldn't accept you, you art is the best out there right now. When do you start?

"I start in a month,

"Okay well, now let's make this month a memorable one!

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It was the usual fight between our mothers, Choti Maa thinking Rudra and I were taking advantage of Shivaay and that we were good for nothing. It was nothing new, but then she said something, which didn't just hit a nerve, it triggered an unknown force within my nervous system. I stormed into my studio, slamming the door, breaking everything in my site. I just saw rage. The words came back to me again and again like a broke record, "An addict's mother, addict son. She didn't know what my mother was going through, she didn't know what I was going through. She was lucky enough to have Chote Papa, a man who was faithful to his wife, a man who loved and cared for his wife, a man who didn't humiliate, or ridicule the mother of his children time and time again for his mistress.

I considered her a motherly figure, I always felt that even though she said a lot of things against Rudra and me, her heart was in the right place, but I was wrong, everything she said was all in spite. She genuinely felt that we wanted the worst for Shivaay. However, she didn't even know that her son wasn't even interested in his fiance, he was attracted to Annika instead, yet none of our parents cared. Only my mother did.

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