CHAPTER 1

*Slap

My face turned to my right by the force and my left cheek stings due to the sudden pain of it.. Tears that was already gathered in my eyes, started to flow down freely...

I looked at my mother who was glaring at me and then my father along with my younger sister sitting on the couch on my right side..

"You couldn't even do your simple works properly, huh? How can you just sleep like that? Don't you have some shame that we are giving you food and you good for nothing girl is just enjoying the luxury, wasting our money, right? Didn't I tell you Karan we should've already gotten her married to somebody, so that we shouldn't have to bear this girl anymore?"

More tears started to flow from my eyes as I heard the last line my mother said which was for my father who just shook his head.. I stood there mute who couldn't even speak anything or to stand for herself...

I'm Aadhya Singhania, 21 year old girl.. I live with my family, which I'd rather consider not as one, which contains my parents and my sister... So the reason for this scene that happened just now was because I woke up an hour late than my alarm because I slept very late last night doing the remaining works in kitchen and after that by studying for my upcoming final exams.. Now it has become a part of me to receive slaps and punishments from them..

I don't know what I ever did to gain their hate this much... But this is what I'm getting everyday since I was a child... Both my parents used to scold me so much for silly reasons even when I was a child.. But when I started to grew up, the scoldings resorted to calling me names, slapping me, locking in the store room, not giving me food and making me do all the household chores and many more...

Many times I've been longed to be in my mother's arms whenever I had my panic attacks.. But how can I do that... Reason one , they being the part of my panic attacks and two, they don't even find me worth for the one forth of the affection they give to my younger sister, Megha...

The only good thing they did for me was to not stopping me in my education... I'm doing my last year of Bachelor degree which is going to end next month.. I really want to do my master but I don't know if my parents allow me Or not...

Growing up in a household where you hear shouts blamings was bad.. Really bad. My mother and father never really had good relationship and are still staying together just because of the fall in their reputation if the divorce happens.. The fact that they had a love marriage made it more funnier.. Note my sarcasm..

They never really wanted me. I was an unexpected news in their life.. They tried to abort me but couldn't.. Maybe that's why they don't like me... I was not supposed to born..

Now their new mission is to get rid of me by marrying me to someone who can also be used for the growth of their business.. But I really want to study , get a job and live my life to the fullest..How unlucky I'm!

Going to college is my favorite part of the day always.. I can go out of the house talk to people, even though I don't talk to many people, blame my introvertness I really love going out..It makes me feel free.. I don't trust people that easily.. Even though if I'm meeting somebody new, I always think they will hurt me in future if I start to trust them.

But Amaira Sharma is an exception.. She was with me in all stages of my life. She has seen me through my all... My laughs, my cries, my panic attacks... She was with me through my thick and thin and she knew me like the back of her palm.. That's the best part of us... She being my father's friend's daughter made our bond more stronger. Her extroverted self adopted the introverted me during our school time.. We're inseparable till then...

Reaching my house after the class, I saw my mother and father talking about something serious in the dining area and when they saw me they abruptly stopped.. Not wanting to get scolded or worse slap from my mother saying I was eavesdropping them, I silently turned my direction to my room and my legs halted suddenly when I heard my mother's voice, "Aadhya, I want to talk to you about something important.. First go and make dinner, there is nothing to eat.. We're hungry. "

When she said 'important' , something twitched in my stomach badly...My thoughts ran wildly to find the reason..

.Did I do something bad to make her angry?... Or is the thing she's going to say will affect me badly?...

Are they going to get a divorce?... Even though I don't have a problem with that and it's their life...I actually believe that if to people can't live with each other it is better to get separated that to staying together forcefully...

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE, YOU STUPID.. Go and do what I said. " My thoughts come to an end and i flinched suddenly when I heard my mother screaming... I ran towards my room and changed my dress hurriedly and went down to prepare the dinner... After preparing the dinner ,i was surprised when mother ordered me to join them on the table... It's not like the Cinderella story that i should eat after them or I should eat in the kitchen only rule.. I can eat with them if I want to... But it's just that they don't care if I'm sitting with them or not.. Eating or not... So i rarely sit with them.. Eating alone is always better...

I was so hungry at the moment, so I sat with them and started to eat... I was about put the first morsel in my mouth, my mother said, "As I told to earlier I want to talk to you about something Aadhya.. We need to go to Nita's house tomorrow... Some family is coming to see Aradhana , so we need to be there." And with that she stood up and went...

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I thought it's something important... Something big... Chill Aadhii chill

Nita is my mom's elder sister and Aradhana is her daughter... They are actually nice people and they like me... But my parents always have some problem with them... So they don't talk that much, unless it's necessary..

Cleaning the table, switching off the lights, I went to my room to sleep...

I hope Tomorrow will be a good day...

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