MayRa SS- Two Negatives make a Positive - Page 10

Originally posted by: 69_Anushka

This is awesome 🙌

I love your writing never fail to potrayed the Characters through your writing.

Update soon 😊

Thanks for commenting🤗

@second line, I am confused😆

Originally posted by: _._shibani_._

Thanks for commenting🤗

@second line, I am confused😆

My mistake 😒 I didn't re - read before updating 🤣

I meant to say you never failed to show your characters emotions through your writing & I love that .

Originally posted by: 69_Anushka

My mistake 😒 I didn't re - read before updating 🤣

I meant to say you never failed to show your characters emotions through your writing & I love that .

Oh accha😳🤭

awesome chapter

i fell really bad for rudra💔

por boy is suffering coz of his so called father😡

he lost him mom & blame himself for her death🥺

hope Dr diy will help him

continue plz

Originally posted by: cuteariya

awesome chapter

i fell really bad for rudra💔

por boy is suffering coz of his so called father😡

he lost him mom & blame himself for her death🥺

hope Dr diy will help him

continue plz

Thanks so much🤗

Awesome chapter.

Bechari Daadi is so alone in this age.

"The queen is the strongest on the chessboard, but she is forced to protect and comply to the king, isn’t she?" I liked the line & it's thought.

Hadn't expected Antara will be dead.

Liked the conversation between Diya & Rudra. So thoughtful.

The banner is beautiful.

Thanks for the PM.

Originally posted by: MusicOfTheHeart

Awesome chapter.

Bechari Daadi is so alone in this age.

"The queen is the strongest on the chessboard, but she is forced to protect and comply to the king, isn’t she?" I liked the line & it's thought.

Hadn't expected Antara will be dead.

Liked the conversation between Diya & Rudra. So thoughtful.

The banner is beautiful.

Thanks for the PM.

@red, thanks 🤗

@not italics, those were always my thoughts since I learned about chess pieces.

@first line, I wanted her to punish herself for messing up Anatara and Rudra's life by self imposed solitude and alcoholism.

ok now we are getting with story

wow

so all of them have their stories and wounds to heal.

please do continue

bye sumi

Originally posted by: sosweetsumi

ok now we are getting with story

wow

so all of them have their stories and wounds to heal.

please do continue

bye sumi

Thanks for commenting Sumi🤗

Yes, they all have background stories, becuase though there are times when we can't pinpoint the reasons of our depression and other mental issues, i want MayRa to have concrete reasons that are easily understood and can be sympathised with😊

Chapter 5- Can I ever Heal?

It had been a week since the session and Rudra was doing good. Maya could see the change in him.The two had grown close, so much close that the closeness scared Maya. She knew the day he sees her beyond her attacks, he sees the scars on her wrist that he hadn’t yet, he would leave her and walk away, and Maya would never blame him for that.She was broken and no one likes broken stuff.

But it was great being around him. He could be a cheeky little shit but still would never cross his limits. She was still trying to get used to being touched but was finding it hard to let anyone touch her, and Rudra would make sure that she doesn’t freak out when things went out of her control.

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Rudra wanted to know the reason for Maya’s panic attacks. He knew imposing wasn’t right, but apart of him was very curious.

“Rudra, I cannot tell you, you know that!” Diya rubbed her forehead and looked at him pointedly.

“Ok, sorry. But do you really think that if I forgive myself for Mom’s accident, I’ll be able to deal with my drug issue better?” He decided to change the topic.

“Rudra, guilt can be good, it shows that our conscious is alive, but being guilty of throwing a pencil at your bench-mate in class five is justified, then, not now. Similarly,when you start let something huge like this have such an effect you, it consumes you, destroys you. And destruction requires a distraction, where drugs and alcohol step in,”

Rudra nodded.

“It runs like a film in my head when I sleep,”

“So, you can’t sleep?”

“I can, it’s just when its death anniversary, or her birthday that I cannot,”

“Ok, how are you doing otherwise?”

“I am still waiting for the NYU to release its entrance exam forms, I know I have very thin chance of getting in, what with people all over the world wanting to be an Art student there, but I can always try,” He shrugged.

“Have you thought about any Indian colleges?”

“I did, there is one in Pune that I want to go to, but that’s where my Mom was from, so I can’t bring myself to there,”

“So, you mean to say that you are running away,”

Rudra nodded and looked down at his clasped hands. There was silence in the room.

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Maya stared at theblade, its sharpness making her skin tingle as if calling it. Honestly, she hadno reason to hurt herself, she was feeling so peaceful these days, but shereally missed the blood gushing against her skin.

Should she? She had bandages and first aid stacked in her room and no matter how much she hated doing the first aid on the wounds, she was forced to, because, surprisingly enough, she didn’t want to die. Her phone’s ringtone broke her trance.

“Hello, Maya? How are you? You haven’t called for a week now?”

“Sorry Maa, I was busy with the app,”

“Did you speak to Diya about it?”

“Yes, she thinks it’s an amazing idea!”

“Do you need to meet her for counselling? I could send you extra money,”

Maya looked at the blade.

“No, I am absolutely fine,”

“Ok, your dad is busy on a conference call, he said that he will you in the evening,”

“Sure thing, bye Maa,”

“Bye baccha,”

Maya disconnected the call and threw the phone on the bed. She placed the blade between the two huge scars on her wrist and forced it into her skin. It stung, but as she dragged it across her wrist, she felt better, as if there was no pain in the world.

Maya never made deep cuts, hell, a part of her always wished to go deep enough that with the blood, even life bleeds out of the wounds, but she didn’t want to her, a huge part of her didn’t.

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Rudra laid on his bed. They hadn’t talked much in today’s session, but Rudra had applied to the Art College in Pune, still scared. Honestly, he didn’t want to, but it worth a shot!

He closed his eyes and soon enough, fell asleep.

“How dare you MJ! She is a kid!”

“Antara, relax, I have got them shifted to Mumbai,”

“And that solves everything? How could you, you b*****d?”

“Antara, you aren’t supposed to take stress,”

“What do you want me to do? Calm down? Looking at your sick face makes me want to puke my guts out,” She pushed him aside and both turned to look at Rudra, his badminton racket lying on the ground. Antara yanked his hand, the other hand on her 8-month-old baby bump and pulled him down the stairs.

“What are you doing?” MJ yelled from the above floor.

“Taking my son away from a monster like you!”

“You aren’t allowed to travel Mom,” Rudra said in a meek voice, but Antara ignored him, her eyes blinded with tears and nose red. She pushed him the passenger’s seat and waved off the driver, who gave her the keys and stepped away.

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The night witnessed the two lit rooms across the college campus with the two most hollow souls occupying them crying themselves to sleep.