To Make Her My Wife by Urja Vyas (different e readers txt) 📗
- Author: Urja Vyas
- Serie: «To Make Her My Wife»
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.•♫•Heer's P. O. V•♫•.
It's morning again, yes I love to get up in the morning and see the sunrise. My twin brother Parth says what's the difference if we watch sunrise or sunset, it's all the same at the bed of the day?
I say it's not the same, only a few can explain these difference between the sun rising and its setting.
"Heer, Get your brother for me please," My elder brother's wife Divya says as she picks up the breakfast from the kitchen counter. I am making myself a sandwich, which I am supposed to eat in the kitchen as per my mom's strict order. I nod at her and put my bread down on the plate, I walk out of the kitchen and make my way to my brother's room. I reach his door and knock on the door.
I hear him walking towards the door and the door swings open. I gulp and say, "Bhai, bhabhi is calling you down"
He looks at me and says, " Okay you go I will be down in a moment after getting my phone and wallet" I nod and walk away.
I am scared of my big brother, he is scary like a monster. I take a deep breath and look forward to seeing my twin brother Parth looking at me like I have just robbed a bank.
"So, sis did big bro talk to you about something? " He says and I shake my head.
He hums and gets off my way. I walk into the kitchen again and tell Bhabhi about what my brother told me. I again take my bread which is still sitting on the plate and start to make myself a jam sandwich. I finally make the sandwich and was about to eat. Then I heard a familiar voice.
"I want a cup of tea, Divya beta," My mom says as she enters the kitchen and asks bhabhi, then I look at her and instantly munch a bite of my sandwich. She finally noticed me and speaks, "Why are you still here, huh? Haven't you packed your brothers and sister's lunch? I need you to stop munching that bread and get to work". I nod and keep my bread on my plate. She walks towards me and takes the plate away from the counter and throws it in the dust bin.
I look at her actions and think to myself, why does mom always do this? She doesn't love me I know, but she hates me so much. My bhabhi looks at me with those pity eyes and whispers to me to go outside.
I look at my mom with teary eyes. She gives me a glare and yells, " Go now, you useless girl"
I quickly run out and go to my room, I close the door behind and jump on my bed wetting the pillow with my salty tears.
She has always been like this since dad died. I was 10 when he had an accident, he was on the way to his office when a truck hit his car and he took his last breath in the hospital bed. I remember dad used to be so joyful, loving and kind to me. He loved me so much, but mom had never ever given me hatred before dad died, yes she used to ignore me, did not cool me my favourite food, did not took me shopping or went to my PTA meets, I don't understand why everyone in the family hates me so much.
Except for my brother's wife, everyone makes me feel like a waste like I am trash and not a family member.
A knock on my door disturbs me, I quickly get up and wipe my tears, if I don't answer the door quickly then I will get yelled at again by mom or brother.
I go towards the door and unlock it, to see bhabhi holding a tray which is filled with a plate of sandwich and a glass of juice.
"Here, Heer. Yeh Kha lo" She says enters the room as I give her some space to go. She puts the plate on my small table near the bed and I close the door and walk towards her. She makes me sit on the bed and then sits beside me.
"Your brother has sent this breakfast for you, he says for you to meet him after dinner tonight, ok? " She says as she puts her hand on my cheek. I mutter a small yes and she walks out.
It's gonna be a long day thinking about what my brother wants to talk to about.
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I left for college around 8:30, and still am stuck with the traffic. My lectures start at 9:45 and it takes 35 minutes to reach the college from my house.
After about 5 minutes the traffic clears out and I drive my scooty, which was gifted by my mother's brother and his wife on my 19th birthday. I used to live with them in Cape Town until they moved to Australia with their son. They used to treat me with love and care, my mom had sent me to live with them from the age of 14 till I was 16.
My phone rings and I stop my sccoty on the side of the road. I look over to the opposite side of the road as hear someone scream and see that little boy crying, I see a stroller rolling down the road and two ladies running behind him but they are at some distance. I take my keys from the scooty and run towards the opposite side. I look over again and see a car running down the road, I was scared, my heart was beating so fast. I didn't think anything and ran as fast as I could. I reached there and pushed the stroller as hard as I could but maintained a strong grip on it with myself running on the other side. The truck passes by, I sigh and take the baby out by his waist after unbuckling the belt of the stroller and running to the side where the two ladies were standing. In a moment the car speed forward.
I sit down on the roadside while taking deep breathes and now hold the baby nicely. The two ladies come and one of them takes the baby.
"Oh! Oh Arjun, my baby, my little baby. " The lady whom I suppose the baby momma kisses him with tears in her eyes. The baby looks at her and laughs. I smile and stand up, the lady looks towards me and says, " Thank you, mam, thank you so much" She suddenly hugs me and speaks, " If it weren't for you my child would have... Oh god! I don't even want to think about it"
"It's okay, mam. No need to thank me, but how did the stroller get here on the road" I say to her as I pull away. She looks at the other lady and gives her a glare. The baby momma speaks, " She is my son's nanny but she had different intentions, I am gonna send her to the police "
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