His Blind Revenge

CHITRAGANDHA’s POV:-

I am Chitragandha Aggarwal, a 22-year-old. Today is my elder sister's wedding. She is two years older than me. Her name is Chitra Lekha, 24 years old and we somehow look alike.

If someone will see us at first glance. They'll think that we are twins but after looking at us briefly, they'll know that we aren't twins. We have the same facial features, complexions, and heights that cause people to get confused about us.

My sister is getting married today and my parents are smiling from ear to ear.

But here is a twist. My sister doesn't want to get married to the person our parents chose for her. She loves someone else and he loves her also. His parents accepted my sister but here, our parents don't want to hear anything about love and all.

In simple words, They become the villain of my sister's life or simply Villains of her love story.

I don't care about anyone or anything. I have so many problems in life to solve.

I don't share any emotional attachment with my parents or with my elder sister. Why? because they don't want a burden like me.

Yes! I am a burden on them and I don't want to remember what happened to me but here I am feeling bad; not for my sister but for that boy because he loves my sister. I can feel his pain. His broken look breaks my heart too.

My sister was disheartened and cried when our parents disrespected him and his parents.

What a life!

What can I expect from my parents when they can't even understand the pain of their daughter?

My parents are cruel and hold no emotions for me but my sister is a lovable child. That's why I don't understand why they are doing this to her, to their proud daughter.

So, I am irritated now and I locked myself in my room because I'm not in the mood to see their fake love and emotions towards my sister.

And I think you're thinking that I'm talking to myself right? No! I am recording my voice in this pen recorder. It's easy to record your words and feelings because I'm too lazy to write diaries. This pen recorder was gifted by my best friend when she was leaving the country after her wedding.

I sigh!

And I am all alone now. My best friend got married and left me. Now my sister is getting married and I will be all alone again. My sister never cared about me but sometimes she casually asked me 'How are you, Gannu?' That's it.

And trust me, it means a lot to me.

Oh! My nickname is Gannu and Her name is Lekha. Our names sound similar sometimes.

ChitraLekha Aggarwal.

ChitraGandha Aggarwal.

I don't like my name. Who chooses these kinds of names in the 21st century huh? But what can I do when your parents choose these types of old-fashioned names?

"I - am- -"

And suddenly, someone barges into my room and I am stopping my recording here.

“Sister Gannu”, Chotu enters my room and calls me. He is a kid who lives in my parents' house with his parents who work here.

“What's wrong?”, I ask and my heart jumps because of the feeling I am getting from him.

“Sister Lekha ran away from the wedding and Madam and Sir are screaming at each other", Chotu says, and I stand up from my seat and hurriedly go towards him.

“What happened?”, I ask, my body is shivering.

“I don't know much about the situation but do you want to go there?”, He asks me and I don't know how to reply to him.

In this house, Chotu and his parents are the only ones who care for me.

After collecting my courage, I nod hesitantly and he takes my hand in his hand and we move towards meeting my parents.

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~• Inside my parents' bedroom:-

“Wear this”, My mother says and I am confused about everything which suddenly takes a U-TURN in my life.

She threatens me and snatches my whole world with one statement.

"YOU ARE GETTING MARRIED", My mother announces to me and I stand numb there as tears well up in my eyes.

My sister ran away and left a letter saying that she loves that boy and is currently pregnant with his child. She can't leave her love and she can't marry someone else.

And here my parents are making me her replacement.

They want me to get married to the groom whom they chose for my sister. I am crying and pleading with them but they don't want to hear anything.

To my parents, their status, respect, and dignity are more important than their daughters.

I don't even know when I stand in front of the wedding Hall. I stumble but someone supports me.

I feel that he is the groom with whom I am going to get married. He is holding my hand and squeezing a little softly like he is supporting me or trying to console me but I don't want to feel anything. I don't want anything from him.

I want to run away from this, to hide herself from everyone. It's not a wedding. It's an announcement of my life. This marriage will snatch everything from me.

My mother made me sit down in the wedding hall, next to the groom. I can hear the whispering and murmuring sounds.

The priest starts chanting the holy spells and tears are streaming down from my eyes.

My heart is jumping unmannerly inside my chest. My body is numb enough to respond. My mind is thumping because of all the mess.

Why? Am I the only one who always suffers?

Why me? Why me? Why are they sacrificing me, my happiness, and my peace?

Can't they support me a little bit?

Can't they give warmth to me?

I'm not asking so much from them but I, too, deserve a little amount of love, peace, happiness, and warmth.

I don't even know when darkness starts to consume me but before closing my eyes, I hear screams and only, screams.

I can also hear the loud booming voices of my parents and I stand up abruptly from my seat asking myself.

"What's happening here?".

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