Marriage For Convenience (completed)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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He was here again today.

He hurt me bad.

He said I shouldn’t shout.

If I shouted dad would know what a bad girl I am

He touched me, he said I was beautiful and he hit me when I repulsed the action.

He was so angry at me.

 I don’t know why I do that.

I returned from school, finished my homework and cooked all the food; Deya was at her first cousins birthday party. As usual I wasn’t invited.

I didn’t even want to be invited.

All that her family does is bully me.

Although last time I taught her cousin Sushil a lesson.

It was Diwali party. I was very prettily dressed; my dad had brought same dress for Deya and me.

 Sushil spiked my cola drink with cow piss that his mom collects to sell it for some Ayurveda medicine.

It tasted gross. I barfed badly, it was so horrible that I gagged for almost throughout the party.

Everyone present at the party was laughing at me.

When one of the elders came to scold Sushil, my step mom Sanya intervened “Don’t scold the poor boy, I am sure this must be Parijaat who might have started first” making an annoyed face at me she commented “She’s such a pain in the ass.”

This comment by Sanya made all the kids tease me as they mocked “pain in the ass. Pain in the ass” laughing at me.

I had tears in my eyes but I quickly wiped them off.

I had to get back to these imbecile kids.

I collected crackers those string bombs that burst one after another quickly and attached it to the belt of his pants when he was busy eating gulab jamuns

Once he sat exhausted of overeating I lit the cracker.

Fear on his face priceless!

He jumped leaps and bounds in the house trying to get rid of the cracker and protect himself.

While everyone was scared of Sushil’s wellbeing I was laughing heartily, everybody thus knew it was me.

Sanya came and gave tight slap on my face.

“You b***h!” I shouted at the stinging pain on my cheeks, the first time I was abused and I spat on her face.

I freaking slapped on her face.

I did not know that I hated her so much that I could actually spit on her face.

Humiliated Sanya left the room and her brother took us home.

The whole car ride was deadly silent.

The silence being the messenger of forthcoming storm!

Sanya went to her room; Deya too went along her mother.

I was about to sit on the sofa indifferent of the incident rather proud of my act and pick the remote control to watch some TV when Sanya’s brother came to me.

“Stand up” he said

I ignored him and increased the volume of the TV.

“Stand up” he shouted again.

He had unplugged the TV by now.

It was the devil in his eyes, the loud volume or the sinister look that I shivered.

I stood up abruptly, he lifted my skirt and spanked me hard with the leather belt he’d removed from his trousers by now.

Once, twice, thrice. I cried but no one came to my rescue, neither did he stop.

“Next time when you think of doing something like this remember the spanking” he warned before leaving.

I cried and went to my room lying on my stomach on my bed waiting for dad to come home so I could tell him what exactly Sanya’s brother had done.

I was sure that dad would teach both brother and sister a good lesson for abusing a child.

I knew my dad would hug me and kiss the pain away and if needed he would take me to the doctor.

It was the pain or painful memories of my deceased loving mother that I did not realize when I had slept.

I woke up to raging voice of my dad

“What did you do at the party Pari?” he shouted.

“Dad.. dad’ I could not run like I thought I would I was in so much pain 

He was fed with the exaggerated and edited version of the story that he was so fuming and raging in anger that he could not notice that his daughter was barely able to walk “how dare you Pari!” he shouted “this is how you have been brought up. You are disgrace to our family.” He scolded, “I wonder what has your late mother taught you. Look at Deya, she is younger than you. Yet she is so cultured. Shame on you.”

He walked away failing to notice the tears in my eyes.

That wasn’t the last day my uncle would look for reasons to spank me, he turned into sick b@stard and did it for reasons other than punishment

Toady I had cooked rice curry and lady finger.

I was starving so I poured some rice and curry for myself.

I might have had more than two helpings,

If you are judging me, don’t! I was a very heavy and chubby kid, my stomach demanded more food.

And I am not boasting though but I am a freaking good cook!

I was rubbing my bloated tummy happy at the taste yummy rice and curry when Sanya returned home.

Her pathetic face did not bother me now but she had company.

 There were outstation guests from her paternal side who had come to have lunch with us.

Heavens let loosed when she found out that the food was barely enough for her and Deya.

Instead of realizing her mistake that she hadn’t informed me of the arrival of guests she started yelling at me “How dare you. You are such an uncultured moron.” She pricked my ears “don’t you know you should not eat once you have fed the entire family. You are so greedy.” She started sniffling “what will I feed the guests. What a bad luck for me to get married to a man who has a imbecile daughter.”

“Instead of being a drama queen now” I looked at her “shouldn’t you have informed me of your so called guests?” I stated

“Oh my freaking god!” she cried “what have I done to have a daughter like this. Look how she talks to me.”

“What did she do Sanya?” her brother who had also accompanied the guests asked her.

“She ate the food. Now we do not have enough for the guests.” She started crying “god forbid I treat her like my own daughter”

She kept on cursing and I felt like I was watching some Indian daily soap 

“And she treats me like crap, answering me back all the time. Doesn’t respect me at all.” She started sniffling.

“Pari” Uncle yelled and I almost pissed in my panties “to your room”

I rubbed my butt cheeks the memory of last spanking fresh as he led me upstairs.

This time he wasn’t wearing his trousers but a kurta pyjama and I might have rejoiced that he wouldn’t urt me that bad when he picked roller pin from the kitchen

“Now Pari I want you to learn something.” He said his words dipped in venom and I feared the worst. “Do you get it”

I simply stared at him, my legs shivering at the rage in his yes

“I asked do you get me?’ he said and when I did not reply he slapped me on my arms “Answer me do you get me.”

“Y.. y.. yes” I stammered.

“would you ever eat food before feeding it to entire family?” he asked

I had tears in my eyes , rubbing my arms I managed to mumble “so..orry I was hungry”

Another spank…

“even if you are hungry” he said in a clear tone “I want you to know” now he hit me without a reason.

He was enjoying himself too much “A cook never eats before feeding the entire family. So you would. Would you?’ he barked the next question.

“Rubbing my arms that was hit badly “I am sorry. I promise I wont” I cried as I fell on the floor.”

A flash of hurt crossed his face at my demeanor and he bent to assess my arms. It was red and swollen.

He rubbed my arms.

One stroke and I winced.

Second stroke and I hissed in pain

“sshh” he said softly “he rubbed it softly kissing me on my cheeks. “sshhh…”

“You like this?” he asked as he continued stroking my arms, his hands reaching my upper arm

Thirteen year old kid who was abused did not realized whether she liked him touching or she liked him not abusing and hurting her.”

“When I nodded he took it as an encouragement to touch me every where.”

His act was repeated every time I did a mistake or disappointed Sanya.

It was too late when I could discriminate between punishment abuse and molestation.

My individuality has been ruined.

Only thing that kept me going was the promise I made to myself at the death of my mother.

My mother dies giving birth to my stale brother.

Lack of proficient doctors in our village led to my mother’s death.

I did not want any other child suffering like me so I promised myself to become a doctor and serve villages.

I would work and cook in the mornings and study in the nights.

“Pari really you are going to day dream when I ask you if there is something essential stuff you want to get back from the house?” Raj asked irritated.

Raj! Raj! Raj! Howsoever irritating or annoying this Richie-rich brat was. I could have hugged him right now, my night in shining armor

I could totally picture him looking hot and sexy dressed in all white and riding a horse to come and rescue me.

But I cannot word it aloud to him., his 6 feet height would increase to 10 feet with his bloated ego.

“just my bag that mom gifted me” I murmured.

“I’ll go and get it.” I was reluctant of getting up and going to that hellhole again when Raj held my hand.

I immediately repulsed by touch and pulled my hand away wondering how did I let him hug me moments ago.

“I am sorry. You cannot go therealone” he lifted his hands in the air “is there anything important in the bag?” he asked.

“Not really, my comb, some money” and then I blushed muttering softly “some cookiss”

He chuckled ignoring that I used mom’s name for cookies, “you brought cookies here?”

“Don’t judge” I stated annoyed folding my hands “I like them and.. “ l murmured the last part low enough so that he couldn’t hear “I didn’t know if I’d get anything to eat.”

If he heard which I highly doubt because he was still guilty of touching me he did not react.

“So will you live without that bag?’ he asked.

“Yes and NO mister” I changed to my bitchy self. He brings the worst in me or rather he activates my sarcastic self and I am myself because whatever junk comes from my mouth I am not punished for the same “I intend to live longer to annoy the hell out of you.”

“Should I compliment you?” he answered irritated “you are always successful. I am wondering how far I am in pulling my hair when I am with you?

“Well feelings are mutual Mr. Raj” I answered earning another glare from him.

“This is what I get for wasting my whole day for you” he commented obviously disappointed at my banter.

I felt guilty all of a sudden “I am sorry Raj.” I tried to stall “you know you didn’t have to come along with me. I would have managed traveling by a cab.”

“And let my gran ma have my balls to play ping pong. No ma’am” he made a horrified face “I am good”

“And secondly” he added “I rather witness what happened back there and make sure that you never visit the hell hole again’

“Hell-hole’ two real idiots think alike!’ I thought but didn’t word it out loud

“I swear I won’t see anyone laying a hand on you ever again.” I was more affected by what he saw than he was showing. It seemed very honest of him when he admitted “I hate domestic violence”

My heart would have skipped a beat at the mention of those words.

I was quite wondering what good had I done to get such a caring family.

“Two years two years’ the epiphany echoed in my head and I composed myself again