It's a Girl's World- Part 5

I was happy for that punishment. I sat all day long trying to see sense into such traditions. Either they were born in a different generation or time travelled, but I was sure they don't belong here.

There were many more traditions which were apparently followed by people. Whenever I found time, I would sit with my mother or grandfather and listen to all the tales they had from their time.

My grandfather was loitering around the house one day as my grandmother was no longer there to keep him busy, and he stumbled upon an old photograph of my mother's. He came to me and gave it to me to feed my brain. I was having a hard time with so many questions in my head and no broadband to answer them. I wonder how people got their answers before internet was invented. Anyways my grandpa gave me the pic and asked me to identify it. It was a small girls pic probably 2 yrs old and I noticed a strange thing about it. The kid in the pic had a cross over her tummy. An engraved cross. It suddenly struck me and I ran into the kitchen and pulled aside the Saree from over my mother's tummy and there it was. A cross on her tummy.

I asked her about it and she told me very normally that she was a premature child and people were worried if she would survive or not. So they took a hot red iron rod directly from the flames and put it over her tummy as a sacrifice to the gods for the infant who in their minds had sinned and so deserved the punishment. Luckily for my mom she survived and so the people who did this certified my mom to have forgone her sins.

So this was another great tradition followed by us.

I thanked god that I wasn't prematurely born. If not I would have to live with an ugly permanent tattoo on my belly. Poor mom.

So, these were few of the so called traditions and customs followed by the so called heads of the community and no one had the guts or right to question it.

But me being the evil black sheep of not only our family but even our community, i would never stop questioning those beliefs and every time strengthening their hatred towards me.

My sister went on becoming the sweetheart of the family while I became the unavoidable stress and agony. 

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It's a Girl's World- Part4

By the time I was 10, I came to know almost everything. I assumed of course.

Till this time, I was interested in global events and never bothered about traditions and customs followed by each community coz I felt they were foolish and apparently they were never applicable to kids.

So one fine day when I was majorly affected by the tradition, was when I got my first period when i was 14(people said i was a late bloomer). Tada! I was always astonished at the human body and specifically by the female anatomy that I did a whole lot of research, (thanks to the internet which helped me be an adult even before I was 10). So I was literally waiting for the day I would start menstruating. I was well prepared for what to expect and how to deal with it but what I didn't expect was the tradition which comes along with it in our community.

Apparently ages before, our ancestors had a tradition of showing off to the world that their girl became fertile and was ready to be a mother. They were so naive, the only purpose in their life was to grow big, get married, have children, help them grow big, get them married, grow old and die eventually(ok not naive but i guess an intelligent thing to do at that time, so that the human race doesn't go extinct- Darwins theory of survival or extinction, i guess). So when they organised a huge party to show off their fertile girl to their whole community, their reason for celebration and joy was justified. They were intelligent to have found a way to sell their product and I totally appreciate they did justice to whatever the situations were.

But following that tradition after centuries, when people don't even have a right to get a girl married before she is 18, showcasing to the whole world that she bloomed or to put it appropriately menstruated, if not called foolishness what else would you call it. Embarrassing a girl who already is unaware as to what's happening to her body, is in my opinion not a tradition but a way to show to the world that you are a dumb ass.

I fought when this injustice, mind you, not tradition was being followed with my sister but in vain coz she was okay with following the tradition. But when it came to me, I had to put up a lot of drama to avoid the embarrassment. Eventually I became the evil child who brought disrespect to the whole family by not following their family's tradition, 'the black sheep of our family'.

An year later my grandmother who was reaching her 80's, a diabetic, hypertensive and a cervical cancer survivor died, the blame was put on me. Reason being I angered the lord of our community by not following the showcasing of my bloom to the whole world.

My dad who never fondled me when I was a kid and disapproved my mother pampering me, came to me and told me that he wished I was dead to have brought him such a wrath in the community.

It strangely never bothered me, but put me in a deep thought. How can a person, so well educated, living in a world where everything thing is accounted for and scientifically proven, be still a believer of such nonsense. I tried to put some sense into him but all I got from that was a week of no internet and no playing out of the house-house arrest for a week for killing my grandmother.

To be Continued.....

It's a Girls World- Part 3

I watched a lot of television, mostly news when my dad was around, coz then my mommy would be busy in the kitchen preparing all types of savoury to feed my dads ever growing tummy. I was seeing an episode in which  in many places the girl child was aborted. Knowing this the government put in a rule as to not let people determine the sex of the child till labour. But this rule was not successful as the girl child was either killed or sold off as soon as she was born. I got scared when my dad was keenly watching the whole episode with immense interest. I worried for the whole month if that would be my fate too. But later on with the ever increasing information, this particular news was suppressed in some part of my brain.

I got to know a lot about what the world was like. The people were crazy. They divided themselves, firstly based on locations into continents and then countries. As if that wasn't sufficient into numerous small states and their capitals. There were racial differences, cultural differences, language barriers and even in a race into several communities. And each person fought with the other, each community fought with the other, each race fought with the other, state to state, country to country. It was crazy, it was as though people needed something to keep them entertained their whole life. They used to fight to get what they wanted and finally when they got it, they would screw up again to end it and blow it up.

It was chaotic outside and as if this wasn't sufficient, there were these uncontrollable things like tsunamis, volcanoes, earthquakes, landslides, cyclones, floods, twisters and whole lot of crap to get into my tiny head.

So apart from all this craziness, if I was still thinking about what difference it would make if I was a boy, would that be rude?

I grew big with these thoughts waging a war inside my head, fighting to get an appropriate answer.

Along with me my sis too grew big, much bigger than me. How much ever I tried to be bigger than her, she always beat me up. I loved her in the beginning when she fondled me and used to crave sitting by my side. But now I hate her bossing me around.

I finally was put into a school which was supposedly a place where all the kids were thrown into to get an insight of the real world. Really? I was treated with chocolates, candies and lots of gifts to be first in my class. Yes classes, divided according to age group and again sub divided according to IQ, based on how well you were intelligent enough to understand the already screwed up world.

I grew up understanding more and more from the scholarly teachers of my school who all would teach us-"50 new, different and latest ways to screw up the world".

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It's a Girl's World- Part2

I waited for a very long time and finally one day I realised the fluid was beginning to choke me,..some wire was strangulating me. I struggled with the wire around my neck and realised that my agony was evident even to the lady outside coz even she was yelling. I felt sorry for her.

So I tried harder trying to relieve myself and put an end to the lady's misery. I could hear her yelling and crying and I felt bad for her. So though I was choking myself I tried harder to break free of the wire around my neck and suddenly I could feel a hand on my head and a way out. I struggled pushing myself out.

Finally after an hour of struggle, me and the lady were put out of our misery.

I open my eyes and glare back to a man with weird thing on his eyes glaring back at me smiling. I tried to smile back but all the pain, agony and asphyxia made me burst out. I cried out loud letting out all of my emotions.

I looked around and observed that everyone in white coats was laughing, smiling and hugging each other but a lady who was on the bed had a disappointed look on her face as soon as someone announced, "it's a healthy beautiful baby girl weighing 2.8 kgs, congratulations."

I knew she was dissatisfied coz of me. I let her down being a girl. I felt bad and insecure and cried again and finally dozed off.

I was still sleeping when someone passed their hand on my head and kissed on my cheek. I woke up to see an old lady and smiled at her.

Everyone in the room rushed to see me smile and smiled back at me.

I yearned to see the lady who was still in the bed. She was sitting in her bed and watching me, but this time with a beautiful smile plastered on her face. I felt good. I wanted to speak to her and be with her. I donno why but I just developed a deep bond with her and I was craving to be with her. I stared at her with deep longing moist eyes and fell asleep eventually.

This time when I woke up, she was holding me and kissing me. I felt exhilarated. I tried to talk to her but all I could do was make some incomprehensible words.

She was looking proudly at me adoring me for every sound I was making but at the same time I could notice a dissatisfied look on her face.

"Mommy, can I hold pompom today, please" came a beautiful voice from behind and I turned to see a small kid who was jumping with joy waving both her arms exhilarated by the look of me.

"No darling, pom pom's still very small and you won't be able to manage her, but you can come and touch her" saying this the lady took the kid onto her bed.

The kid was joyous. She touched my hand, feet and kissed me and the moment I was fondled I dozed off to sleep again.

This drama of people coming from all the places, holding me and chitchatting with the family continued for almost an year.

In this whole time I came to know that the beautiful lady out of whom i magically came out is apparently my mother. My father was that grim faced man who rarely fondled me and the little girl was my sister. I have a huge family of grandparents, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews whose faces are quite difficult to remember.

I also noticed that not many people approved of my presence. Every now and then people commented on how wonderful it would have been if I were a boy. I just couldn't understand what difference it would have made if I was a boy. I had seen many people, boys and girls and the only differences I could make out was that girls had long hair and wore beautiful colorful gowns and sarees and were always smiling and talking while the boys were all boring and dull and mindless of the surroundings and wore almost the same dull shirts all the time. I wondered while sleeping or drinking milk or mostly all the time, what was so special about being a boy. I felt bad and lonely, unwanted. I could understand what everyone was speaking and it was terrible to be in a world where you were unwanted.

To be Continued....

It's a Girl's World- Part 1

"Where am I?" I wonder

I look around and see that I'm immersed in a slimy fluid from head to toe. I can feel my hands and legs but the movement is restricted. It's as though I'm in a gunny bag full of the fluid which astonishingly is not suffocating me.

I try to break free...I kick on to the thing which looks like a bag. My leg just bounces back, and all of a sudden I hear an excited voice from somewhere outside.

I yearn to hear but in vain. The sounds are muffled and incomprehensible.

I kick again, and this time harder.

And this time I do hear the voice again. It's almost a yell.

I try to make out the conversation.

"See he kicked...touch here..no here..." a pleasant voice was all excited about my kick.

"Oh yes yes I felt it...wow it's wonderful.,.love you" saying this another husky voice came. A hand rested over the bag sort of thing which I could clearly make out from the depressions from inside.

"It sure is a boy..right! Why would a girl kick so hard" giggled the lady.

"Hello, I am a girl...and yes I kicked that hard" I yelled almost choking that i was the victim of wrong identity.

Apparently my voice didn't reach out coz I could still hear their excited conversation in the background.

I cried dunno for what..maybe for my mistaken identity..or maybe coz they were excited thinking it was a boy inside her.

I waited for a long time waiting for my time to go out and let them know that it was me...a girl..

I tried to communicate a lot of times by kicking, yelling, pinching and even kissing but in vain. Every Time I did something, I only increased their hope of me being a boy.

So finally I stopped trying...I was determined to confront them once I go out. But what's out there I wondered.

To be Continued....

Princess Diaires- Prequel Part6

Taklu barged to the pg who was checking the op(out patient). Everyone was curious to see the drama unfold but all taklu did was yell something to the pg and left the room eyes still fixed on me.

Taklu left but still all the students were looking at me, few smiling,few concerned,few confused but the silence was still there. I dint understand what was going on until the pg called out to me "kajal,sir asked me to give u all the cases of hand scaling today,there are 5 cases as of now so start doing them.

"WTF,5 bloody cases, please consider few less, i'll die doin the cases" i pleaded.

"What's going on? Kajal finish the cases and all the others come to the lecture hall" saying this taklu left with everyone.

After 4 hrs,feeling irritated and drenched, cursing on the top of my voice as to how did i land up in dentistry, revolted by seeing plaque and calculus laden mouths so close to my own,and of all the things being late in taklu's class, i felt nothing can go worse than this. Fed up with all i was going to canteen to feed my souring stomach when i heard someone laugh behind.

Filled with humiliation with what happened in the department, i couldnt stand anyone laughing at me. In a rage i turned back only to find our college principal grinning at me.

"Sir, how can u even laugh,i was doing hand scaling for non stop 4 hrs, im not gonna speak to u sir and please dont expect me to help u in d college day celebrations."

Furious with rage I continued my pace fastened.

"Kajal beta, stop please, Im Sorry, come back here n have a word with me",

I walked back reluctantly lookin at our principle, a tall lean man with a beautiful smile forever plastered on the face. The only person in the college faculty who adored me and was partial to me irrespective of all the nuisance and chaos I cause in the college. 

To be Continued.....

Princess Diaries- Prequel Part5

“Excuse me sir”, i couldn't hear my own voice, but taklu’s ears were as sharp as a snake’s.

He raised his head and saw me grim faced n said very sweetly “ so our college princess has finally arrived.”

As soon as he said that i blushed, donno why, maybe because he called me a princess but i couldn't hold my smile.

“Oh, so princess kajal is happy that i am acknowledging her. let me call someone to greet you.” saying this he yelled at a PG student to get into the room.

Realising the stupidity exhibited by me, i stood in a corner while Harsha, a second year pg came running in like a rabbit.

While taklu was yelling at Harsha,i sneaked into the department, slipped into interns room,wore my apron and pretended that i was there all the time. Richa was sitting in a corner speaking to our batchmates while few other interns were seriously engrossed doing scaling, few so involved that they dint even realise their heads were half way in the patients mouths.

I was making my way to Richa when someone asked me, "Why are u late Kajal, i was waiting for u since a long time?"

I turned back to find Raj,6 ft,broad shoulders,well toned physique,brown complexion and jet black hair and eyes to die for as described by Richa,my batchmate and fortunately or unfortunately my colleague in internship. One more point to mention here is that he is the one person i hate the most in this college as he is the most annoying person and he always competes with me for the class top.

And now my major competitor for the best intern award.

"Oh, is that so Raj,im sorry i dint know u were waiting for me else i would have been here before anyone else" I mocked.

Raj put a pitiful face and Richa heard me. With a scorn on her face she came to me and started nagging me.

"How many times am i supposed to call u Kaju, i waited for almost an hour at the bus stop n finally had to come all alone to the college. N by the way why are u being so rude to Raj, he was jus being concerned." Richa went on saying and i kept staring at her, big deep blue eyes, light soft complexion,brown hair and sharp features.She could easily pass on as a caucasian. Richa was the first person i met during my ragging in the first year and since then we bonded so well, and over the years we became the thickest of friends. She is so beautiful and quite obviously the favorite of most of the seniors and miss popular of our college.

We agreed to almost everything n had very similar tastes except for one major thing- i loathed Raj n she was crazy about him. Well there has to be something between 2friends to disagree right, if not how would our friendship be this interesting.

"Hello princess, are u in this world or have once again escaped into ur fairy land. Did u even listen to what i was saying?" Asked Richa.

"Oh dear, u should hear this..i met my prince charming today, and the story went on about my dreams and we were so imbibed in our chat that we dint hear our taklu come out of his room.

All of a sudden there was pindrop silence ,while i kept on with my story,and by the time i realised all eyes were pinned on me including the 4 eyes of taklu. Richa sprung to her feet but i was transfixed to my chair not knowing what to do.

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Princess Diaries- Prequel Part4

“Arey, madam, u got only my bus to commit suicide??” yelled the bus driver.

For a minute i was lost. In a trance i made way for the bus and turned back to check on my PC only to find a dozen other people with a confused and irritated look on their faces.

“God”, i cursed myself for daydreaming in broad daylight midst of such traffic.

Embarrassed to look at anyone i made my way into the bus stop from where i was standing right in the middle of road only to find the bus driver still looking at me and yelling out loudly.

“What a day kaju, great, don't even have a sense of where u are and having rosy trips to dreamland.” “ Hats off to u baby”

Everyone around stared at me and then i realised i was actually talking to myself out loud.

Silently i got into another bus and sat down in a corner wishing no one would observe me.

After having not one but two rosy trips to my dreamland, i knew that was the end to my good times for the day. As soon as i entered the campus i saw the mustang standing royally amongst other local cars and i knew i was busted for the day.

How could i ever hope that my prof wouldn't come that day...all my hopes were washed down at the sight of the fourth generation yellow mustang convertible which was glowing like fire under the sun.

I rushed into the college and rushed to the stairs. I knew i had to go to the fourth floor and considering the time and my position i knew elevator was an easy option, but neither could i leave my daily habit, nor my stubbornness at such an hour too.

On the way up, our department peon looked at me as if i was a ghost n blurted, “taklu is in an awesome mood n ur 1 hr late...god bless u child ur still walking the stairs???”

“what to do kaaku, fitness ke liye” panting i replied.

Though i always use this excuse of fitness for not using the elevator, i have my own list for not taking it...

1. I am claustrophobic...which no one knows.

2. I can meet many people on stairs rather than in a cramped elevator, so the chances of meeting my PC is increased.

3. N u never know when im gonna meet him so till then i need to maintain my figure...

So there was no chance i would take the easy option even in this difficult situation.

Finally i reached my destination and stared at the signboard in the entrance of the department.. “Department of periodontics” was written in a yellow and red weird font, and the weirdest was the HOD’s room.

Mr. Parthasarathy, our HOD was a terror to all the students and even to the interns. Praying to god i knocked on the door.

“Come in”, came the harsh voice of taklu, our HOD as we fondly call him.

Like a rat i peeked in, only to see the bald head glistening in light immersed in a book.

To be Continued.....

Princess Diaries- Prequel Part3

The college bus was long gone so i had to take the public transport. I was literally running to the bus stop wishing to find an empty bus that would rush me to the college and save me from the embarrassment from my professor.

I kept walking but to my amusement there was no bus stop. I kept staring into a garden stretched as long as my eyes could go. It was a wonderful sight watching rows of roses in all colors aesthetically arranged and in a jiffy my anxiety regarding getting late to the college evaporated.

Curiosity was killing me. I wondered how could one plant such a beautiful garden overnight, i knew it was not there yesterday when i came to catch my college bus with Richs. I wandered into the garden in search of someone who could clarify my doubts but in vain. There was not a soul to be seen.

I kept yelling in an attempt to find someone and after walking a mile suddenly out of blue i found someone in a distance.

“Hello” i yelled loudly but he kept doing his work without being bothered. By the the time i reached him i started shooting him with thousands of questions as to who he was, what was he doing and as to how could he plant a garden in a day and as to where was the bus stop relocated.

He didn't seem to care as he kept doing his work facing his back to me. I was vexed up and i yelled at him and jerked him hard.

“hello mister, don't u understand? i’m speaking to u.”

I didn't even finish my sentence that he turned to me,head bowed he bent to kneel down on the ground and gave me the most beautiful rose in the garden.

“Oh my gosh” i exclaimed. Now it all made sense. My prince charming did all of this to impress me and of all the things he was proposing me.

I couldn't contain my excitement. I knew the day had come. This was the most romantic thing i've ever seen someone do.

I took the rose and tried to look at his face.

“u can get up now”..... what should i call him..my hero,prince charming or by his name??

I was confused i don't even know his name.

“Please get up and let me see u”.

I was thinking what all i would speak to him and suddenly i heard a loud honking. With a jerk i turned back and saw that a bus was literally running on me.

To be Continued....

Princess Diaries- Prequel Part2

Saying this i wiped my tears and turned to see if my PC was still in sight but all i could see was a pink wall.

I rubbed my eyes to be sure.

I turned left and right and all i could see was walls....the beach,the moon and my PC vanished.

How is this possible i wondered when finally i realised this was all a dream.I was cosily sleeping on my bed and my mom stood beside me with a stern look plastered on her face.

I smiled at her.

‘Now don't u gimme that smile. I’ve been making rounds to ur room since 1 hr and now u gimme that stupid smile of Ur's.

This is the last time I'm waking u kajal,from tomorrow u rely on ur alarm.’

Shouting this my mom strode back to her kitchen.

I blushed, still thinking about my man and the beach.

“How i wish all of it was true”,saying this to myself and rolling over the bed my eyes suddenly had a glimpse at the watch.

‘OMG...mom why didnt u wake me up earlier, it's almost 10 now, I'm screwed totally and completely, and why dint Richa bother to call me??’

I rushed into the kitchen yelling at my mom but realised it was the worst thing to do at this time. Looking at my mom’s expression, i knew that a huge argument was brewing in her mind and very soon a shower of accusations and curses were waiting for me.

I crept out of the kitchen and went to take my shower and in the background i could still hear my mom muttering curses under her breath.

‘Wow, what a way to start ur day kaju’.

I wondered what was i thinking when i opted dentistry for my graduation. Dr. Kajal seemed too heavy a name to be, too responsible, unlike me!!!

By the time i was ready mom served out a delicious and high calorie breakfast on the table and looked at me hoping i would munch and give credit for her culinary skills.

“wow mom wonderful, have a nice time eating it and don't forget to feed Dolby” saying this i rushed out before i could witness a volcano bursting out.

To be Continued....

Princess Diaries- Prequel Part 1

There is something about being in the beach all by yourself on a lovely full moon night. The tides lapping your feet, winds blowing by your hair and the birds singing in your ears.Everything seems mystical when the great orb of the night pushes itself through the clouds and shines at you occasionally playing peek a boo with you hiding behind the clouds and the palm trees.

       Many of the astrologers have said countless things about a full moon having an affect on the minds of people. I never believed in what they say but i know for sure that this magical night sure has a very soothing effect on me.

       I have been walking for quite sometime and knew that it was already late and i should be heading back home but somewhere in some corner of my mind i knew that i need to stay. There was this instinct, this voice in my head which was telling me that something major is gonna happen for which i need to stay and witness it.

I was mesmerised by the beauty of the ocean, its deep blue color glistening in the moonlight.  I was so dumbfounded by the nature that i forgot i was alone in the dark. Realising that it was not safe at this time to walk around the beach,i was about to turn back. Suddenly the silence of the night was broken by a  thudding sound coming from far away.

I got a bit scared and wished i would have come with my mom rather than coming all alone. I was scared to turn back but i couldn’t even stay there so making courage i decided to go back. As soon as i thought about returning the sound came back. This time it was clear, i was sure i wasn’t hallucinating.

    There was a distant rhythmic noise which was gaining pitch indicating it was nearing me. I froze in my place scared to move even an inch. Now i could clearly make out the noise as a gallop.

Turning around i could see a distant image of a man riding a horse heading towards me. Such a scene was quite out of place and time, it was as though i was watching a movie.

I could not stop myself from pinching hard to make sure this was not a hallucination.

No it could never be a hallucination coz i could see a beautiful white stallion inching towards me with deep hazel eyes. I never thought that anything can be so dominantly pure white except for the ads on detergents on the TV. I was so in love with the stallion that i dint observe the rider till he was just half a mile away from me.

My heart skipped a beat, i now understood what my instinct was trying to tell me, why destiny made me to stroll alone at such an hour. It was all clear to me now, this was the VERY major event happening in my life, i was about to meet my ‘PRINCE CHARMING’.

    I stood still not knowing what to do.

It was as though the world had come to an end.

I was in front of my prince charming who was waiting to take me away with him on that beautiful stallion.

Moments froze as we both looked into each others eyes.

I put my hand to his face to pull out the mask he was wearing and ended up stroking his cheek.

‘Get up’, he said.

‘What?’, I was confused.

‘Its late, get up’, he said it out of frustration.

‘What are you speaking?’, saying this i tried to pull out his mask when suddenly someone yanked me.

The movement shook me quite a bit and by the time i looked back i could see the blurred image of my PC leaving me.

‘No,wait’...I yelled out loud but in vain.

Tears filled in my eyes and i was about to run behind my PC when someone yanked me once again and this time forcefully.

I turned back to look at the person who had spoiled my most beautiful moment.I was about to yell at them when i realised it was my mom.

I could see the blurred image of my mom. Tears rolled down my cheek when i realised that my mom was the reason i missed a glance at my hero.

‘How could u do this to me mom?’

‘Why are u even here, i told u i would be back.’

To be Continued....

Princess Diaries- Part 15

I was prepared to speak to him. I knew what i wanted. I strongly believed that its a waste that i try and take revenge on him. What was done was done, I knew i had to stand up on my feet to get rid of this jerk and be independent.

Hours flew by while i was composing what to speak to that shithole. Panic stricken he came rushing into the room i was in.

‘What happened? Did our parents get to know or what?’

‘Oh kajal please tell me, what is it that u wanted to speak to me so urgently’

‘Do u want to go back?’

Raghu was shooting out all the questions simultaneously cropping in his head and i was actually enjoying seeing the fear in his eyes.

I sat silent, staring at nothing in particular.

Finally after he ran out of questions, depressed he sat down on the couch.

It felt good seeing him so helpless.

I wanted to prolong the silence but it would mean spending more time with him, so i cut it short n blurted out to him.

“I cant live my life like this crying for no mistake of mine. My parents n me were crazy enough to trust you. But the past is past and i don't want to hang on to it”.

“that is what i was telling you kajal”....pleaded raghu.

“Shut up, i am not here to listen to you. let me finish what i wanna say and the only thing you have to do is to fulfill whatever i want”...and remember i hate to hear my name from your bloody mouth”.

“I am not going back or telling my parents about what happened here and i know you don't even dare to do that. So while i am here i don't want to waste my time waiting for some pervert like you."

"And dont you dare take me for an 'abala nari' types. The only reason why I'm still not telling anything to my parents or the cops is only because once I do that you would easily escape with minimal punishment. You have a lot of money and feel you own the world right? I will show you what I am.

I am never going to leave you, mind you I dont want you either.

And if I go back, my parents will surely blackmail me emotionally and convince me to marry some psycho like you again, and I am in no mood for all those fairy tales. 

All my life I dreamt to be in a fairy land and that my Prince Charming would sweep me away into a land of wonders. But after looking at you and people like you I am sure I am in this world to eradicate such cowards and perverts like you from this universe. "

To be Continued....

Princess Diaries- Part14

No one spoke for the next few mins and shortly the car screeched in front of a arched motif of a Victorian style farmhouse which was magnificent covering a living area of over 3000sq ft. It was one of a kind with three charming porches and the entry foyer was equally astonishing.

This was far better than his so called house but the neighbourhood was a bit haunting. There were only four more houses almost as magnificent as this one in the surroundings.

I was in awe looking at the surroundings when Raghu came took my hand and put the keys in my right palm.

‘I am getting late to the hospital. I left few cards and cash for your use.

I will make sure to get u a car in a weeks time and please take care of yourself. The phone which i left here has all the contact details u would ever need. I have even directed the calls from our parents to this phone so even if they ever wish to speak to us i will make it a conference call so that they would feel we are still together unless u wish to tell them the truth.’

‘U can always.......’ Raghu kept on giving me instructions which i paid no heed to till i finished having a view of the farmhouse.

The last words which i heard from him were about the security system of the house after which he waved to me and left me all alone in the huge mansion.

All the time i was wondering only one thing,how could a doctor earn so much just in 3 or 4 years?

I was totally in awe of the mansion. It was a beauty, i loved the interiors as much as the exterior. The master bedroom was a dream room. If everything was fine then maybe i would have preferred this location for our first night rather than going to some other place and name it honeymoon. this place was more than like a dream destination for me.

After a lot of cogitation i settled down in the master bedroom. The interior was totally in white and blue, from the wall clock to the bed, everything was so aesthetically arranged that i couldn't stop thinking who the decorator was.

I checked out the wardrobe which was far bigger than my room.

“My room..I miss it so much. Oh god i never thought il miss mom and dad to this extent that i would cry for them”

Tears welled up in my eyes and i was about to burst out.

After 2 hours of crying and later realising that i had no one to come and console me, no one to stop me from crying, no one to feel bad about my situation and sympathise with me, i stopped.

I knew things change after marriage, but i thought they change for good not for worse.

Its just been 48 hrs I've been in a foreign place away from my parents and now i realise how happy and secure i was with them. I never had any complaints nor any regrets.I was a queen in my home and even in my college.Whatever i wanted i got it in leaps and bounds.But i never acknowledged anyone in my life. I never thanked my parents for what i have nor i used to thank god.I took everything for granted cos i felt i deserved all that and maybe more.

I was always dreaming of my dream man and never ever bothered to give them the love they deserved.

I knew i had to put an end to this drama very soon, i was never a person who would budge to destiny if things don't work out for me.

1week passed, and all i did was sleep, eat and cry the whole while. I dint even step out of the house. I spoke to Rads and we both cried for a long time but decided it was time to stop. Raghu called twice to know how i was and i could never hear his voice, all i used to do was listen to the background voices of Katie, always yelling, laughing and enjoying life with my so called husband.

Days passed by with me doing nothing but cursing my destiny. very soon i realised that it was more than a month i landed in this country with a bastard who ruined my life.

I knew i couldn't spend my life like this. I promised myself that this was not going to work. I dint have any plan to get myself back to the normal chirpy myself or to teach him a lesson but i knew i had to do it for my sake.

Raghu also stopped calling me after he was sure i was comfortable.

But NO i was not comfortable and i would never allow him to be comfortable.

In a rage i called him at his work place.

‘I need to speak to u now!’

‘Kajal, i am on call now, can i please talk to u after a while’ said Raghu in a pensive mood.

‘OK but not on the phone, i want to meet u’ i answered stubbornly.

‘I’ll be there as soon as i am done with my rounds’ saying this he ended the call.

To be Continued.....