His Blind Slave

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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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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