Unwillingly With You

Chapter - 2

Present day . . .

Now, I was standing beside Meera aunty infront of her house. It was quite huge and did I mention that it was one of most beautiful place I had ever seen till now, obviously it was much relevant and larger than my previous one which I left back.

Well I had too.

Trust me I didn't wanted to leave my home, my memories and come here but nothing was in my hand and aunty too had emotionally convinced me to shift here permanently.

She told me that I will be her responsibility.

I was standing their numb until the driver pull out all my luggage and small boxes out of the trunk. We both started walking in and I was having a different feeling I don't know how to express maybe guilt of being a burden to someone. My overthinking was shut off by aunty's voice.

"Beta I know it must be very hard for you and trust me I know many thoughts must be running in your pretty little head but let me tell you one thing bacha -" she came little close and cupped my face "- that I will always be there for you whenever you need me I will try my best to make everything easy for you and shower my love as much I can." she spoke all this with so much love I can't help but this made my heart warm and my eyes got little blur because of tears, sensing that she kissed my forehead.

As I told you I'm not that social person I barely had talked to this aunty whenever she used to visit us but I somewhere had secure feeling towards her.

I couldn't say anything like my throat was on some strike. She pulled me in a hug which held some unspoken promises and I too without wasting time hugged her back a little sob left my lips.

Here, not only I lost my mom but she too lost her childhood best friend.

We broke our hug and started walking inside her hou... but before I could complete the word 'house' in my head she suddenly spoke.

"Welcome to your new home Samaira".

I was taken aback when she said your home .

We entered inside the house which was not any less than any mansion. I was tired as I didn't slept for days and was feeling uneasy . As if aunty noticed my discomfort, we walked upstairs and she showed me my room and asked me to explore as the driver was bringing my luggage. I got in the room and it was pretty cozy room, it had creative designs on walls which make them even more attractive. Inshort the room was amazing I loved the bed because it was bigger than my previous one and there was a small balcony too. As my room was on first floor and that too towards backside of the house, walking up to the balcony there I saw a small pond I guess that would be my spot of spending some quality yet some lonely time and as it was backside it was quite place without any disturbance of people.

Someone knocked on my door and there she was with a wide smile on her face, she came running across the room literally dodging my stuff and stood where I was and engulfed me in her bear hug.

"Welcome Samaira." she said those words with different emotion because she knew in what circumstances I was present in that house.

"Thank you Riya I don't know where or what I must have been doing if I haven't had you or aunty by my side." I got little emotional and worried at same time thinking about it, we stayed there for little while when she decided to change the topic by asking me if I need any help for unpacking my luggages to which I denied and then she asked me to come down for dinner. I nodded and with that she left the room.

We knew each other as we both go in same college just some time difference, but I knew she was totally  opposite of me be in socialising, traveling, exploring new things and list goes on.

I started unpacking my stuff. I took out one photo frame in which it was me and my mum smiling to the camera. In morning while I was packing my stuff I went in her room for the last time catching every single detail.  I opened her drawer which was near me with the keys thinking I maybe I'll get something of her to keep with me. I rarely used to come in her room as she had warn me not to wonder around here as she used to keep all her work related documents and cheque-books in place. When I opened the drawer of her cupboard there was one envelope, opening it there were many photos of us but what caught my eyes was a photo of a man. I was little panicked but when slowly reality started hitting me that it might be him - my father. I took it and put it in my pocket and made sure it was with me and left her room not before taking a last glance.

I folded and adjusted that photo in that frame so now we three were in the frame. You can easily point out the smiles which were genuine and which was forced one.

My Dad didn't even came for mumma's funeral.

Does he even know that his wife - my mumma is no more in this world?

I stared at the frame my eyes got moist so kept it on nightstand before I breakdown yet again. I had no energy left to cry everything which was happening I was just tired of living.

I sat there in silence for some time gathering some strength I got fresh, changed my clothes in some casuals and went down to the dinning table where Meera aunty, Raj uncle - her husband,  and Riya were talking. I saw their plates were filled with food but it was untouched.

Were waiting for me ?

When I joined them we started talking on random stuff like school, colleges, politics, current news and all at first I was nervous because the only I talked frankly was with my mom I never had close friends or squad but later I got little comfortable around them. Raj uncle is so lovely and humble person not to forget he is damn hilarious. I was little lost in thought when uncle decided to put tomatoes from his plate to Riya's plate and then the WW3 began, it was so funny watching them fight just over the tomatoes and the war ended with aunty's lecture on tomatoes that how healthy they are. I didn't thought that I will ever be able to smile or laugh after she left me.

But I told myself I had to be strong.

Me and Riya both cleaned the table and washed the dishes. I urged to help her in the kitchen because I needed some distraction, but I failed miserably because it was my mumma from whom I wanted distraction and no daughter can ever do that.

We went back to our respective rooms I changed into night suit which was and big T-shirt I wear it was my night gown. I went and stood infront of the balcony gazing at the moon and the little dim stars. I was so lost gazing at them that I didn't hear the knocking on door.

I walked up to door and opened it, there stood Meera aunty with tray in her hand.

"I know you can't go to bed without a cup of warm milk." aunty smiled and I was little confused so moved little aside so she can come in. She pushed the tray towards me indicating to drink it. I was astonished that how she knew that I drink warm milk before sleeping.

"Sabha told me." I smiled when she mentioned her name.

"She used to talk a lot about you."

"I hope only the good things." She laughed a little while sipping.

I drank the milk and thanked her. She moved her hand towards my head as if she was adoring me like one does to little kid. She wished me Good night I wish the same to her and got back to bed. I turned my head to the nightstand and saw the photo frame  wishing her good night I turn off the side lamp I let the sleep take over me.

I closed my eyes and somewhere I was praying that I didn't want to wake up from this dream of darkness ever.

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