Married To Mr.Parth | Completed✔

Chapter 5

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Kavya's pov

"Enaku theriyum, Unnala Matum Thaan En Paiyanoda Vaalkaila Santhosatha Kondu Vara Mudiyum ma (Translation - I know, only you can bring happiness in my son's life)", she told me.

'Whhhhaaaaattttttttttt' my mouth literally touched the floor. I gasped on hearing her words. She gave me a motherly hug and patted on my shoulders.

'She is just kidding, right?' I asked myself to not get hyper-tensed at her words. But when I see the glint of seriousness in her eyes as she broke the hug, my little hope just flew away in the air.

Tears started to blur my vision. My heart is hammering fast inside my ribcage. I looked down as I don't want anyone to look at me in this state. I fought to stop the tears from falling down as I don't want my weakness to be witnessed by anyone.

Aunt called everyone to dinner as one of the maids announced everything was set and ready in dining hall. I took the cue to escape from them. Silently I made my way out of the living room when everyone headed towards dining hall. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

Everything around me looked fuzzy, my head ached. My head felt heavy as if I had the entire world is placed on it. I ran away as fast as I could, away from there, away from them. I ran to the back door, ran through the garden, to the far end of the house, where a store room was located.

For everyone else, it is just a store room. But for me, it means the world to me. I hurriedly opened the door and went inside and closed it behind me. Leaning on the door, I let myself sliding down to the floor. I felt the tears staining my face, my vision got completely blurry. I felt totally helpless and lost as I could not hold it anymore.

How could they do this to me? Out of all the troubles and pain I have got into, this one is totally unbearable. How could they choose someone as my life partner without my consent? How could they order me like I am their own child? Moreover they never treated me like one before. How can I marry a man whom I have no freaking idea about?

I sobbed as the pain grew harder to bear. Why? Why does it happen to me always? I wish for only one thing in my whole life. Happiness. I just want to study, to get a job, to live on my own, to lead an independent life, to make my own decisions, in short, I want to be happy. Is it too much to ask for? Don't I even deserve it? Don't I deserve happiness in my life?

Embracing my hands around my legs, I buried my face on my knees, bitterly sobbing. I cried, cried and cried. My life is therefore screwed. It is gonna be in the hands of a stranger hereafter.

I lifted my head up, tears rolling down my cheeks, to look at my parents photo frame hanging on the opposite wall. This room is filled with my parents things, their photos, their dresses, their bed, which is bringing up the old memories.

I glued my eyes on my Mom who is smiling at me from the photo frame.

"Why ma? Don't I have the right to choose my own life? If you were here, I wouldn't be in this situation pa. You wouldn't let this happen to your little princess, right?

Why do they do this to me? For that property holdings on my name? To send me out of this house? To throw me out? Do they hate me that much? Or is it just money the only one thing they want from me? Is this what I get for working as one of the maids in this house?

No one wants me Ma. No one wants me here. The only reason they tolerated me in this house for all these years is only for that properties in my name. Can't they feel satisfied with what they have already? Why do they do this to me?"

"Don't cry Kavya. Be strong. Don't cry" My mom's last words echoed in my ears and I wiped away the salty tears. Forcefully I dragged myself to the old cupboard and took out one of Mom's sarees. I hugged it tight to my chest, feeling her scent filling my nostrils. Or was it just an imagination that I could smell her after all these years? But somehow I felt relieved a bit as the soft fabric touched my skin. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes as they were burning.

"Intha Kalyanam Enaku Venam ma (Translation - I don't want this marriage Mom) was the last thing I mumbled before I dozed off.