After 6 years...
I'm sakshi sinha. 19 years old girl. Today is the first day of my college. For the first time in 10 years, I've chosen something for myself. It wasn't easy. I had to beg my Father to let me study English literature. Literally begged. It took nearly 1 month for my Father to say 'Ok.'
The 10 years of my life was worst than hell.
My mother died when I was 7 and my brother died when I turned 10. My Father married again after the year of my mother's death. Everything changed within a snap of time.
I was always a burden to my father. Daughters are burden-his mentality. My mother was always there for me whenever papa shouted at me and called me a burden. My Mom used to cover my ears. She was my shield. My happiness. But she left me. But my brother, my beloved brother was always there for me. Just like Mom, he used to protect me from papa's wrath. He used to fight for me. He was 15 years old when he died while saving me. And my Father became my worst nightmare. No one was there to save me . I cried every night Silently.
As if this wasn't enough my papa married again. My step mother was never good to me. She always splits venom whenever she talks to me.
Whenever my Father was drunk he used to beat me , torture me, saying that I'm the murderer of my own brother. How can he even think of it?
I used to wonder, why can't my father love me? Why can't he just accept me? How can he do this to his own daughter? But now, I accepted everything.
Life is cruel.
Life is unpredictable. We will never know what kind of storm awaits us. Sometimes life gives us a lot of butterflies and another moment it will be a worst nightmare.
I'm an introvert with zero friends. I was never loved. Why? I don't know. What sin did I commit to deserve this? As a child I used to have many questions. But I had no one to answer. Still I have many questions, but I choose to stay silent.
When I asked my Father why can't he just love me?He simply answers "Because you were a mistake." It breaks my heart.
I was so lost in my thoughts when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see a guy nearly my age standing with a bag hanging from one shoulder.
"Hey! Fresher??" He questioned.
"Yes. You?" I questioned back.
"Me too. It's karthik." He introduced himself
"Hi karthik! It's Sakshi. Which department?" I questioned
"English literature. What about you?" He answered and questioned.
"Same. Let's go together. I think the first class is about to start." I told him.
"Going together sounds good." He winked.
What the heck? He just winked. It wasn't flirty. I think he is just being funny.
"Don't overthink Sakshi. I'm not flirting. It's just my habit." He cleared my confusion.
"By the way... Which is the first class? Actually I didn't get the schedule." He questioned scratching his head.
"It's British poetry." I answered after checking the schedule.
"Ok let's go." Karthik went first.
After the class I was roaming around the college. And I spotted a canteen. My favourite place. I went there to order pizza and was eating peacefully when karthik jumped out of nowhere making me flinch.
"Hi Sakshi. How was the lecture. Didn't you find it boring?" He questioned.
"I liked it. Actually I'm very fond of poetry. So it wasn't boring for me." I replied.
"Ohh. Ok then. See you later. Bye." He went to boys group.
After attending lectures. I went home.
Home.
Home is where memories are made and laughter never fades. Home offers comfort and warmth.
I live in a house not home.
I halted my steps when I heard Mom and Dad arguing. If they see me then they will drag me in their argument. Slowly on my tip toes not to get noticed I tried to walk upstairs.
Was life ever fair to me? No. Nope.
"Sakshi." Papa called. "There's a dress kept in your room. change quickly. We're going to a business party in an hour."
'Business parties' I never liked. But I had to go because my Father wanted to.
He is a businessman.
The president of "Velvet Finance."
He wants Raghav to be CEO of 'Velvet Finance' in future. Now he is just a kid.
Raghav sinha.
He is my step brother.
He is just 10 years old. He is so sweet. He was just a year old when my brother died.
Here, I'm in front of a mirror admiring myself. As if I'll be the centre of attention. Actually yes! I'll be the centre of attention as always. What's the use of being the centre of attention when I'm still single. Just a glare from my Father is enough for me and for the guy who wants to approach me to stay silent.
Well. I was just kidding. I don't want to be in a relationship. Because love is just a facade. Love doesn't exist.
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