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Revived in Plain Sight - Chapter 5
Myrah had insisted that Paro would keep the jeans and shirt on the whole day. As soon as they got home, she sleepily mumbled that she'd be in her room and went upstairs, affectionately stroking her bump. Staying alone in the house, Paro couldn't help but steal one too many glances at herself in the mirror.
What would Major Saab think of this? She wondered, while on her way to cook something for her friend, who often was hungry at midnight and got moody if she didn't find any food. Just as she had set the meal in a tray, planning to put it in her room, the front door opened and she gasped. Mr. Rohit.
Hai Bholenath...He was drunk! And said out loud exactly what she knew he thought of her each time he looked her way. "I hate you!" It was a simple, slurred group of words but it still hurt. When she took a step back, bumping into the kitchen table, he stepped closer, eyes blazing the extent and intensity of his hatred.
"I hate that you're a stranger who came and changed our peaceful life."
Although Parvati silently prayed that he would, Mr. Rohit didn't stop there. He looked at her with squinted eyes and scoffed. "Why're you dressed like her? Why don't you keep wearing these stupid bright clothes of yours?"
Bright. She didn't know if it lessened or amplified the hurt of being away from Major Saab, but ever since she had been away from him, she often wore clothes with mirror work, for the symbol it was in their love story.
Taking a deep breath, she handled the blow, silently still.
"It's good that you're not talking. I hate your voice. Especially when you start singing puja chants in the morning and I think it's her, but then find out it's only you." He spat, his breath stinking of alcohol and making her flinch along with his words. Another blow. Major Saab loved it when she sung. He scoffed once more, one hand raising. For a second, Paro feared a physical blow, but it didn't come. Instead, she felt his hand in her hair.
"Don't you dare cut it to look like her!" He whisper yelled, tugging at the strands, making her whimper in pain before he left.
On the other side of the world, Rudra Pratap Ranawat was surprised to wake up with a start from a dream he couldn't remember, but knew involved his wife, and was different from that other one that repeatedly haunted his nights for 7 years and was just her departure repeated by his subconscious.
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