I wasn't crying for I was hurt and broken but because the delusion of who my loved ones were was shattered by the truth of who they actually were.
"I loved you....how...on earth could you do that to me, maine aisa kya kiya that you hate me so much?" I felt like shattering down on the floor seeing the hatred in those eyes where I always wanted to see love.
"How...how can you stay quiet even now? Mamma..Papa I'm bloody asking you something?" I raised my voice throwing few newspapers on the cold ground.
"What do you want us to say?" Papa crossing his arms across his chest replied coldly.
"You people....you are my world,my goddamn parents you are and you..." I closed my eyes as my own words literally pained me and continued "you people traded me,your daughter to that Mr.Ahuja?" I alleged with a ripped soul.
"Please tell me Mamma, it's all a lie, aap log aisa kar hi nahin sakte, tell me that you love me..tell me yesterday that man wasn't Mr.Ahuja...please tell me?" I nudged Mamma but she kept looking coldly at me making me shudder at the thought that whatever I heard from Arya's detective was all a naked truth.
"It's true. But we haven't sold you instead settled you for a better life" Mamma nonchalantly declared making me take few steps back.
"You are my bloody parents! How could you?" I screeched in cynicism.
"You people are sick! And you..."
"Sick? We?" Papa slyly smiled making me go numb.
"Then let me tell you, the surname 'Murthy' that you keep chaining with your name na, was never really yours. We've adopted you. You are not our blood, so lower your voice in fact... keep quiet because you have pissed us off enough now" Papa spat while without blinking my lashes I kept blankly looking at them. Parents usually to shush their children applied this trick and just to make sure if this was a trick I kept blankly observing them but their gestures made everything as clear as the colour white that why was I deprived of my parent's love since childhood.
"I never wanted to adopt you but this man forced me because he thought getting a child in our childless life would give an oxygen to our distorted marriage, but no..truth is I could never see you as my daughter" Mamma disclosed in a manner no mother could ever say.
"N..no this can't.." I tried speaking.
"And you have always been a trouble. Pehle you got yourself a street boy what was his name...umm yea Madhyam, you ate him up also and as we thought why not through you we repair our financial condition then also you spoilt it. You shameless,useless creature! And don't..don't trying portray us as villains, galat kya kiya shaadi toh kisi na kisise karni hi hain tumhe so what, agar hum apna bhi kuch soch le is mein? And that man paid enough even more than you deserve" Mamma kept spitting out her pent up hatred whilst I turned around palming my face to hide my agony.
"Aren't we supposed to recover all that we've spent on you all these years?" Mamma added and I felt my breath hitched.
"I can't assu..assure if..you pe..people would recover anything...but don't worry I won't be a burden on you anymore" I howled.
"Hum bhi dekhenge Aryaman and Navya, relying on whom you are showing this attitude how long do they pet you." Mamma sorry Mrs.Murthy taunted and her husband stopped her.
"In fact... get out of this house right now." Mr.Murthy who shall always remain my father yelled and I gawked cluelessly at them.
"Get out!" He further screamed making me choke.
