ch 18 Torture
The cold splash of water fell on my face i jolted from sleep and quickly sits and saw my step mother there holding water jug the water stung my skin that morning, but the cruel satisfaction in her eyes as
she ordered me saying, '' uthoo maharani subhah ho gyi h aur tumhare baap ne koi 100 naukar nhi lagaye h utho aur kaam karo''
then at kitchen she gave me many utensils to wash weather its used or new cutlery didnt usen in years i helplessly cursing her washed all
then suddenly a flash back hits my i released i just remembered what my dream i seen where aarav my boss kissed me.
what he.. he kisssseeddd meeee..
ohh god thats crazy i saw in all of these things going with me i litraelly seen dream in which aarav just kissed me amazingg... ashiana aur tumse koi expect bhi kyaa kar sakta h.
but.
he kisseddd mee ohh my god my mind screaming my heart racing and beating so fast my breath hitching.
its just a dream and this is my situation then what if he really.. do what happened to meee..then.. i will just go faint there.
but my fate see i m seeing dream of my cold boss kissing me while spending my sundaysss.. like always washing these damn idiot utensils hughhh.. why god why only meeeeeeeee....
then revati comes from behind and says, ''kyaa baat h badda muskura rhi hu, muh .
. ku bna rhi ho itnaa.. lagta h .. itna kafi nhi h.
. jaldi.. jaldi bartan dho.. aur phir jhadu.
pochaa bhi karna h samjhii aur deal yaad y na tumhe ki agar tumhe office wagrah jo bhi karana h tumhe sunday k ghar k sare kaam karne honge, bolooo''
then i quickly nods and says,'' ji, ji mujhe sab yaadh.. m.. m kar rhi hu kaam, m sab kardoongi''.
("Hmm... good. Now don't stare at my face, quickly, quickly move your hands.")
once she left i made face and says'' hmm.. jaldi .. jaldi haath chalao.. man to karta h ek dinn inhe inhi bartano ki tarahh dhoo daloo..'' i said and patted a bowl with a thud on slab of kitchen while huffing.
( "Hmm... quickly, quickly move your hands. Sometimes I feel like washing her off one day, just like these utensils.")
then when i washed the utensil then she gives me mop and broom and says to clean the house i scrubbed floors until my knees ached
then washed clothes until my hands stung red, and cooked lunch with trembling exhaustion. She had barked at me, made me serve her first, and sat smugly at the table.
But the moment she finished her plate... her smugness started to crack.
She shifted uncomfortably. Then excused herself. Then rushed to the bathroom.
i was sitting at the table, eating slowly for once, savoring each bite while a sly little chuckle escaped me. "Abb ayega mazzaa... jab Jamal gota asar dikhayega." '' bhut orders de rhi thi na ab dekhti hu.. y bathroom se bahar kese aati h..'' i said and chuckled evily.
("Now the fun begins... when Jamal Gota shows its effect. You were giving too many orders, right? Now let's see how you come out of this bathroom.")
And sure enough, the bathroom door slammed again. And again. She kept darting in and out, muttering curses under her breath, her makeup smudging, her perfect hair coming loose. By the fifth time, she was pale and sweating, glaring at me with suspicion but too weak to do anything about it.
i sitting there like nothing happened, my face the picture of innocence but the twinkle in my hazel eyes betrayed me. For once, she was the one suffering, not me.
The whole day went like that. Every time she emerged, she gave me death stares, but before she could spit venom, her stomach would cramp again, forcing her to dash back inside.
By evening, she was nearly in tears, clutching her stomach, while i quietly folded the washed clothes, humming under my breath like i hadn't noticed her misery at all.
For the first time in years, i felt a flicker of control. A small victory, but enough to make my smile as i whispered to myself,
"Chhoti chhoti khushiyan hi toh jeene ki wajah banti hain."
then her son enters
I froze.
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