Aaradhya
Death is beautiful.
And it will be even more beautiful if the victims of this lovely process will be my uncle’s pathetic excuse of a family sitting right in front of me in my cabin uttering shit as always.
If it wasn’t for some unfinished business I needed to complete with them they would have been in the banned list of visitors of my office.
“Sasha already turned twenty eight last month my child” she taunts
Child my ass
“So you are here to wish her belated happy birthday” I say
“Where is her birthday gift”? I ask
The smile on her face drops but I see her quickly replace it with another of her annoying smiles.
“We are here to show you a nice proposal for her marriage aaru” uncle speaks in his irritating voice
Aaru seriously? I don't like this nickname.
“Are you planning to feed her forever aaradhya”? He asks
Aaradhya is better
“you know no one was ready to marry her after knowing about her failed marriage and divorce its only after my and your aunts efforts we finally found a guy for her” he spits angrily
“He is thirty nine years old has two kids and is a nice decent family guy, Sasha just needs to agree to take care of his kids and consider this alliance fixed” he completes glancing at me as if waiting for me to speak something.
“Failed marriage”? I ask
“My di never failed at anything she is a survivor of domestic abuse and I am proud of her for finally mustering courage to leave that waste of space” I find my voice getting loud and angry with each word.
“If anyone failed in that sham you call marriage it was her asshole ex-husband” I spit angrily.
“He failed to respect her didn’t even have basic human decency to show up at mamma papas funeral and let di see her parents for the last time guess he was still busy beating the shit out of her” I state angrily.
“And where were you when she was bearing all the abuse everyday”? I ask vehemently
“We didn’t mean it like that we just want the best for both of you aaradhya” aunt speaks
I try to calm myself down.
I fail.
“I will tell di about this proposal and will tell you about her answer” I try answering normally
“Now if you are done I have important things to do” I say my voice now normal
Final they leave.
I put my air pods and play a spiritual tune.
It helps me calm down.
I start to relax on my chair and think about everything that has happened in the past few years.
I am not sure if I had a normal childhood or not.
My parents were quite conservative.
Or should I say my father was.
My mother’s opinion never really mattered and she didn’t even try to have one.
Mom had so many responsibilities that she didn’t even get time to bond with her daughters.
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