Uncle, the dearest. Aunt, the b***h!
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The day passed in flash and dawn gave its appearance but Inaya remained in her place where she was... Crying and cursing her existence. Her eyes were glued to the floor as they continued to water.
She was trembling and starving but had no strength to go out and face her aunt who was always ready to eat her up.
" Inaya! Inaya ... Open the door kiddo. It's me your uncle "..... She quickly wiped her tears and adjusted her dress. She opened the door and let him come in.
" Uncle Mohit, you here! Yo... You want something ".... She managed to say as she turned her back towards him not wanting him to see her crying face. He is the only person in this house who cares for her.
" What is this Inaya you are crying ".... He turned her around while keeping his hands on her shoulder. He upped her face with his palm and saw her pale face. " Inaya. What happened my daughter, why are you crying. Is everything alright. Did something happen in your college! "
He asked with genuine concern while pulling her in his fatherly embrace. Inaya only fisted on his shirt and cried louder thus saying him... Nothing's alright.
" What happened Inaya. Tell me. Am I not your father? ".... Detaching her from him, he asked her. She hesitated a bit. " There is nothing to get scared of. Just tell me. "... He encouraged her to speak. Mohit Mangal, was her father's younger brother who happened to be her best friend too. In this little house, it was only him who would understand her. He was her best uncle.
" Uncle, I want... I... I want to complete my studies. Please I don't... I Don't... Don't want to get married now ".... Words couldn't come out of her mouth. Inaya was badly shaken with the news she was given by her aunt.
Somewhere he understood his wife must have done something extremely wrong, he caressed her arm. " Inaya, who told you you're marrying now! I want my daughter to pursue her dream. Marriage and other stuff can wait ".... He ensured her whilst stroking her hairs.
" But, but aunt won't agree! ".... She spoke against his chest while her sobs grew louder.
" Shhhh.... First of all you calm down. I'm there. I promise none will come in your way. Okay. ".... He playfully hit her head making her smile. " But I want good percentage than previous time. "
Inaya nodded positively smiling her best. Obviously she would work hard to achieve her father's goal. " You take rest. I'll just go and make a call ".... He smiled and turned around to leave when his expressions changed completely... From neutral to angry.
Inaya Mangal ... She was the princess of her father and uncle, why not... She was beautiful, intelligent and clever. Her father was soo proud of his girl and quite glad that the lord blessed him with a daughter like Inaya. Unfortunately, her family died leaving her alone.... She was left behind to live an empty life. Her parents along with her lovely brother, Vivek... Met with an accident and lost their lives on the spot. And ever since then Inaya's uncle... Mohit Mangal... He decided to take her responsibility. But life is not always a fairy tale, if her uncle was a lenient man than his wife... Vrushika was no less than any b***h. She never behaved like a human with poor Inaya... Reason, she was always praised by others. She would give Inaya stale and the last day's left over food to eat, on occasions and celebrations Inaya would wear her cousin Shikha's old and loose clothes that would seem like a curtain on her body, she would thrash and raise her hands on Inaya... But she won't utter a word. Not even a frown... She was that fragile and lenient.
Never mind, Mohit took a deep breath and finally entered inside his room only to find her wife shopping online for their daughter, Shikha... For her date with Arman to be precise.
" What is this Vrushika? How dare you fix Inaya's marriage without intimating me! ".... He tried not to sound rude it will only worsen the situation. His wife was a cunning cruel woman with hatred in her heart for everyone. " I'm talking to you, will you answer me ".... He snatched away the cellphone from her hand.
" Yesss I did. "... She stood up shouting loudly than her husband. " Look at her age she's young and beautiful... It's perfect age to get married. ".... She spoke moving away to the window.
" You've got to be kidding me Vrushika... You want Inaya to marry the man who is already a father of two adult guys. Are you crazy, she is like his daughter ".... He shouted punching the wall.
" What is wrong. Tell me what what is wrong in that. He's rich, he owns so many properties. Trust me Mohit, she'll stay happy with him. ".... Greed can be easily seen her eyes. She doesn't want Inaya to marry him for free... She will be rewarded a big amount in return. " Forget about the age difference Mohit. Just think about the lavish life she would live! "
Vrushali spoke with greed and in a manner usual than expected. While her husband negatively nodded his head in disgust. " I'm ashamed of being called as your husband. You disgust me woman. ".... He pushed her away dashing out of the room. However, in the mid he stopped and looked around, "To be honest, why don't we get Shikha married to him!"
"Mohit!!! Mind your tongue. You are talking about our daughter!"... Vrushika screamed on top of her voice at the mention of her girl, it only made him laugh. Laugh at her anger.
Mohit came toward her clapping his hands. "Woww! Just look at you Vrushika! Shikha is your daughter. You want me to mind my tongue when I suggested her name to get married to that big fat pig. Then what about Inaya! Isn't she our girl too! She is our blood. And do whatever you want, I won't let anyone touch her. She is not. Going. To. Get. Married. Now. That's it "... And he disappeared.
Vrushika stared his retreating frame with blood shot eyes. This is the biggest insult and this is only because of that b***h, Inaya. Fuming in anger she removed one of her husband's belt from the cupboard and dashed out of the room towards poor Inaya's bedroom.
All set to effuse her frustration and anger on her. The night was going to be a torture room!
To be continued....
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