Hello everyone!
Well I am back again with the third chapter of DESI GIRL. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had forgotten about it cause it as weeks before that I last wrote. But anyway pls do read and feel free to comment. And thank you for thinking it worth reading.
Happy reading!
Nandini
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It has been five days since I got the biggest shock of my life. I had been on the verge of losing my mother AGAIN. But this time I guess I got lucky. It is now 8:00 pm. Good Lord! I didn’t even realise that I have been here for almost three hours now sitting exactly the same way holding my mother’s hand. She drifted back to sleep and hour ago. It has been like this for the past five days. She has been drifting in and out of sleep. The doctors say there is nothing to worry about. It was just a minor heart attack and it had happened all due to stress. Nothing much to worry about in their opinion but absolutely a lot to worry about in my opinion. It’s all quiet in here and I feel so peaceful right now. No-one except mom and me. Just the perfect moment.
The door opens quietly and my brother LAKSH MAHESHWARI enters with my fragile little sister UTTARA. UTTARA is one delicate human. She cannot stand any sort of violence or unpleasantness, whereas LAKSH was her exact opposite. Violence and s*x were sort of connected in his head. Giving him one meant giving him the other. I could feel a little sensation in my hand. Probably mom was waking up. Yes she was. She stirred a little and then finally opened her eyes.
As soon as her eyes fell on Uttara she tried to sit up bit she was held down by her.
“ Uttara look I am perfectly fine. Nothing has happened to me. its just that my heart got a little bit tired. That’s it. Nothing else. It has to beat for so many people you know. Besides the doctors have said that I can go home by the next week. Hmmmm. Stop crying now. Ok
“listened to what mom said. She is fine darling. I told you. See she herself said so. Hmmmm. So now can eat something.”
“ lucky what do you mean by eat something? Don’t tell me she did not-”
“eat anything for the past 12hrs. That’s correct brother dearest. Your darling sister did not eat anything.”
“UTTARA!” mom and I almost shouted unanimously at the same time.
“Uttara,love. What am I hearing? You starved yourself. Darling, look at yourself. No wonder my child is looking so pale.”
“ Uttara go and have something right now. Ok. And I don’t want to hear a no.”
“stop treating me as a child. I am an eighteen year old girl, alright. I am graduating this year and in another few months I will be giving my boards. Ok. So stop treating me as a child. And do you really think that I will be able to swallow even a morsel of food with knowing that my mother had been fighting life and death.”
“wow ! Ok princess. We understand. We totally understand. That you did not feel like eating anything. It’s ok. Had we been in your position we also would have done the same thing. But now since you can see that mom is all well and good I think you can eat something.” I said. While trying to stifle a smile. But she had already seen it and the volcano burst.
“yes, yes. Laugh at me. Laugh all you want. I know I am an emotional fool and not so strong like you all and … And I don’t care absolutely what you think of me.”
And with that my dearest sister ran out of the room with mom calling after her and lucky and me laughing.
“ that was not funny at all young men.”
And both of us sobered at that.
“mom.” Lucky whined and protested. Well I really forgot to mention that my younger brother thought that mom always loved Uttara and me better of the three of us.
“ mom it’s not fair. You always support Uttara. Even we are your sons. You should also support us sometimes.”
“Well young man I would have supported you and your brother had you not upset your sister.”
“We were only having a bit of fun.” I supported lucky.
“if this is your idea of fun I would say you better not have such fun in future. And say sorry to your sister. It was really rude of you both.”
“fineeeeee” lucky and i said in unison.
Hello beautiful people!
I’m back with the fourth chapter of DESI GIRL. Sorry for the late update. Please do let me know through your valuable comments. Criticisms and praises are always welcome. Happy reading!
Nandini
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My flight had landed in Mumbai around half an hour ago and now I am on my way to GADODIA MANSION where I no, no SWARA GADODIA grew up. Lived, dreamed, loved, cared and DIED. Well she was murdered by none other than her own father MR. SHEKHAR GADODIA and her one and only brother AYUSH GADODIA. My mom’s words are still echoing in my mind. Had it not been for mom I would never have even cared to think about Mr Gadodia. My so called FATHER. How could mom be so selfless after all that the man did with her? How could she tell me to leave my life’s biggest decision on the beast from whom she protected me my whole life?
There could be two theories here. One the recording was a false one or the second could be that she had said it all under some drug’s effect. Who knows? SHEKHAR GADODIA can do anything to fulfil his whims. blo*dy whimsical person. But seriously thinking about that last recording of my mother and listening to it was wonderful. I got to listen to her melodious voice. One which I thought I’d probably never be able to hear again. It was wonderful to hear her again but horrifying to do what she asked of me.
I can’t do it and I am still having second thoughts about it but it is also my mother’s last wish. I would be a terrible daughter if couldn’t fulfil it. Wait, wait. Well I am not going to be a terrible daughter but I am a terrible daughter. An utterly useless and horrible daughter.
“ ma’am we have arrived” The driver said.
Another attendant opened the door of the car for me and I got down and I was standing in front of GADODIA MANSION. The place I was born, the place I grew up, the place which gave me the best days of my life, the place which I once called HOME and the place which is equal to hell for me NOW.
“welcome back home Shona ma’am” the attendant said.
“well John, it’s not my home now. Oh and by the way I would prefer if everyone called me Swara ma’am.”
“sure ma’am. I’ll see to it.”
“good”
“ma’am sir is waiting for you in the library.”
“sure”
With that I enter GADODIA MANSION. It really wasn’t difficult for me to find the library after all I had lived here for almost eighteen years of my not so long 24 year old life. Well technically it would be 23 years since I still have three more months to turn 24.The corridors were strangely familiar and so were the people roaming in them. Finally I reached the place , the library. The library was one of my favourite places while I was here and besides it hasn’t changed much so maybe I could still find some solace in this room when the day would be quite dramatic.
I pushed the doors open and entered my once favourite place and found MR. GADODIA and his whole family waiting for me. His wife MRS JANKI GADODIA just couldn’t stop smiling on seeing me and her DAUGHTER RAGINI GADODIA almost rushed to hug me like the old times but stopped in the middle seeing my cold stares. Oh I forgot to mention that Ragini and I were best friends at one time. Well that was long ago when I was a 5 year old running around in pigtails and she was my father’s secretary’s DAUGHTER AND not my sister from his SECRETARY.
“welcome back home Shona” my father said breaking the silence.
“well Mr Gadodia, first of all I would prefer if you called me miss. BOSE and secondly this is not my home anymore. It WAS my home. It IS not my home.”
“SWARA!!!! Is this a way to talk to your father? Apologise. NOW”
It was my dearest brother who had the courtesy to shout.
“and what makes you think Mr AYUSH GADODIA that I will listen to what you say?” I said.
“ because you are in my home and you have to do what I say.”
“ well Mr Gadodia if you are ordering me then i am certainly not going to follow it. And besides if would like to go back home. Even of it means not fulfilling my mother’s last wish.”
“ now now now Ayush is that a way to talk to your sister. It’s bad manners and besides whatever she said was justified. It is justified. Ok. Now you may go to your room. It has been a long day and she too must be tired. Ragini take Swara to her room. Hmmm.”
“mom it was miss Bose’s fault. She should apologise. Not me. I was ju-”
“Ayush I didn’t ask you to retire to your room. I ORDERED you. Get that.”
My brother looked dumbfounded for a moment and then threw an angry glare at me and walked out of the room in a huff.
“I am so sorry on his behalf my dear. Ragini why are you standing like a statue their. Take miss Bose to her room.”
“ sure mom. I will do that right away.” Said a quite nervous Ragini.
“miss Bose.” Mrs Gadodia said turning towards me.
“I hope you have a pleasant stay here and you can fulfil your mother’s last wish.”
“well I certainly hope that I shall. Besides if I don’t have a pleasant stay here your wish to have a bright future for your daughter might also NOT be fulfilled.”
“of course. Just remember whatever happens you have to say a yes a week later.”
“depends on how pleasant my stay is.”
With that I made my way towards my room after five long years. Gadodia mansion- my once home sweet home.