Toppling the scoreboard
She turned and tossed in the bed, only to hit a soft lump. She opened her eyes towards the high ceiling of this huge room, and looked around to find that soft lump lying next to her, happily waving his arms and legs in air, smiling and talking gibberish to himself, unaware of the turmoil that was gutting his mother's insides.
"His mother"
Was she even allowed to call herself his mother? Was she his mother? Sure, she hadn't given birth to this chubby little guy, but it felt like he belonged to her. It also felt like he belonged to, him. The thought of their child and how he came into their lives is something that takes her back to the dreary times when she felt all alone.
All the taunts and jibes that were thrown at her, the blames that fell on her mother, the hardships she had had to go through - all came floating back. Back then, she was broken, and to an extent, ashamed. It looked like she was failing in her life, until that one moment, until she met him, again. She realized she'd never fallen out of love with him, and she wanted to get back together.
How she ended up being all alone again is a completely different story though. Here she was, with the child, in this huge room, unable to sleep, while the owner of this room had been chucked elsewhere in the house, yet he seemed content. She used to respect him once, she hated him now, for he always mocked her state, made fun of her background, and punished her for the crimes she never committed alone. But he hated him more for standing by him, as a shield, protecting him, for anything that could go or did go bad in his life. He was a self-made man, he was not, and she was angry at him for not making him his shadow. She hated him also because of how settled he seemed in his life, with his re-instated wife, and how smug his wife was because she felt so secure in his love.
She wanted to be her, the one everyone now looked up to, the one everyone sought in this house, the one who got away even after creating the one of the biggest storms in this house. She wanted to be loved and respected equally well. In stead, she received doubts, taunts and indifference.
That was when she decided she'd had enough. She wanted to go a step further, to secure her emotional, physical and financial future. She knows the entire family loves this little child, even if they wouldn't admit it on the face. She has no other option but to use this love to her own selfish purpose.
She knows she's become evil, trying to play with the emotions of an otherwise lovely family and an innocent one's life. Lovely family, who gave her everything she ever wanted to, NOT. She got molested by their then son-in-law, pointed fingers at by the mother, her emotions played by their youngest playboy' son. He f*ing got her pregnant promising love and an eternal lifetime of togetherness, and then threw her out just like that, like she was a dead fly floating in his cup of tea. She was deemed as a characterless woman in the society because of him. She was struggling to make the ends meet when his brother, the man she earlier respected, tried to buy her self-esteem with his money. She lost her mother, she lost her unborn kid, she had to flee from an orthodox, conservative family to save her own life, all because of him and his family. True, she was a co-conspirator in whatever happened to her life, but her fault was putting her trust in the wrong people. She trusted him, he left her all alone. She trusted his brother, he tried to weigh her self-worth in dollar bills. She trusted her boss, his bhabhi, she, despite being a champion of women's rights, never went against her family to support her in any way.
And months later, when he suffered, when he received the biggest blow of his life, they all came crawling back to her, begging her to accept him, for she was carrying his only spawn. Nobody knows how humiliating it is for a woman to be weighed in gold for her womb and not her self. She was resolved to not let him affect her any more. But she to fear for her life, and that is when she decided to give in. He wanted her now, and he seemed genuine. His mother seemed to have acctepted her. It finally looked like she had her own family, all because of this little child. It seemed like a blessing in her life, so she vowed to herself that she will never reach the bottomless pit of misery that she had crawled out of; and this innocent one, he belonged to her, she might not feel it always, but she will always take care of him and his future.
But she was wrong. She was worth nothing in the family. She worried about her little family, her, him, and the little one, and he still seemed to have no care in the world, surviving still on his brother's income. She wanted him to be self-dependent, to be able to take care of her and their little one; but it didn't seem like he paid any heed. She wanted to study, and he approved of her decision. She felt so much in awe when he offered to help her with shortlisting of those colleges, but it was just a dream. She was living in a castle made of glass, which, when shattered only hurt her deeper than it ever had. She was a stranger in his life, in this home. She wanted to break away from being insignificant. That's when she made another big choice in her life, of conspiring with the enemy.
She knew then that if caught, it was going to change everything in her life, but she was ready. She was not always evil, she was made to be. Yesterday when she was reminded how the house help was a member of this family, but she wasn't, it hurt, and it hurt like hell. But no more. She wanted to now prove to everyone she was not insignificant, she had a being and an identity of her own self other than her ability to bear children. She was a hard-working, independent woman who could make her own fortune, but she was choosing to ride on theirs, to punish them for all the wrongs they had committed towards her.
She knows his brother and his wife are the pillars of this family and they'll try their level best to protect the family, but she's game. She knows their weaknesses, and she'll play them to her strengths.
Till today, Sarika 0 : Bhallas 5
The scorecard reverses, starting now.
Edited by -Nidoo- - 9 years ago
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