Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📗

"Deal." I push him away and turn my back towards him.

"Now tie my blouse"

He ties it and again falls on the bed. I leave the bedroom to go to the kitchen.

As soon as I reach I came to know that breakfast will be made by maid and I just have to make a sweet dish.

I make the mixer of chocolate cupcake and fill the mixer in the cup. I put it in the oven and ask the maids for the ingredients for gajar Ka halwa ( carrot based sweet desert pudding).

As the gajar Ka halwa was sizzling the oven dinged indicating that the dish is ready. I put it in the fridge. After gajar Ka halwa is ready I make the cream and start icing the cupcakes.

I take a breath of relief as everything gets ready. Thankgod I have made some dishes here few times for vihaan otherwise I would have been a mess with nervousness.

Everyone comes down. Mia gives me a smirk and I avert my gaze from her. I hug mummy, dad and Bhai. As soon as I try to touch the feet of uncle and aunty they stop me engulfing me in a hug and reminding me to call them mom and dad.

Vihaan's friend also come down. Atlast vihaan came with a irritating look but as soon as his gaze find me his eyes lits up. In a lighting speed he takes me in his arms. I get embarrassed as everyone's attention is on us.

We all sit down and start eating our breakfast. Everyone was teasing vihaan and me except mummy, dad, Bhai, uncle and aunty. My sweet dish came and everyone liked it. Aunty and uncle gave me gifts.

"Oho Disha for husband a special dish." I glare at Mia. He doesn't likes gajar Ka halwa that's why I made him a cupcake and he also asked me to make.

"Don't tease her Mia besides vihaan doesn't likes this carrot sweet." I give a grateful smile to aunty.

Mummy, dad and Bhai are just seating quietly. Must be because of my marriage.

I turn towards vihaan wanting to see him eating his favourite cupcake but get sad. His angry and I don't know why.

"Disha you are very good in cooking. I wished you could live here with us." I turn my head towards aunty giving her a confused look. I am here only. Where would I go if not here?

"Where would I go aunty....I-I mean mom?"

"Oh you don't know?" I shook my head. Has vihaan planned some vacation but it would be hard as college will not give me more holidays.

"Vihaan you didn't told her?"

"Disha we are going America. Happy mom." He is mad. Definitely mad.

"But vihaan I can't get more holidays from college" I point out.

"Why would you need college here when we are going their?" Vihaan replies. I really am not understanding. I give him a confuse look.

"My dumb wifie we are going to live in America from now on and we are leaving in 6 hours." I blink one time, second time but still nothing changes.

"You are jocking?..... Right" I ask him. I turn towards everybody wanting any of them to tell me it's a joke. A big bad joke.

"No Disha it's not a joke."

"And you are telling me now?" I ask calmly.

"I forgot. I wanted to tell you at our wedding night but it slipped by mind seeing you waiting for me." Is he serious?

"Did you all knew?" I ask everybody.

Their silence answered my question. Without thinking twice I sprinted out of the dining room. Tears started spilling from my eyes.

I lock the door and slid down. American. Why does he wants to go to America? We are perfect here. Everyone is here only. And I....I can't be away from mummy and dad this early. From the start the only thing which gave me some relief was that I would live here. Close to mummy and dad.

I fall back as the door suddenly opens. I come face to face with Vihaan's face. I give him my most deadly glare. I stand up and wipe my tears away but the tears are spilling even if I am trying to control it.

"What happened buttercup?"

"What happened?...." I laugh "Are you stupid vihaan? How can you just tell me we are going to live in America before 6 hours of leaving." I shout.

"What's the problem in it?" I fall on the floor listening to him.

"Why can't we live here?" I ask slowly. My sight is becoming blurry. I rub my eyes to get rid of blurriness.

"Because my.....my business is not working good without me. I have to be their and I can't leave you here besides you were ready to come with me when I was going for Harvard. Remember." He kneels before me and hugs me.

"But that was different vihaan. Please please let's live here. Or.......or you can go and solve whatever problem your business have and then come back."

Suddenly I am being pushed and my back collides with the bed. "So you are telling me to leave you? You....you had promised me that you would never leave me. You would always be with me. Then what happened now?"

"AHH" a yelp ripples through me as he throws the table.

"You lied to me. I shouldn't have believed you.....I shouldn't have believed you." He repeats the same sentence while breaking down his whole room.

My heart is thudding in fear. "Vihaan" I call out but he doesn't listens or should I say didn't heard me.

"Vihaan I am coming with you." I shout loudly. I can't see him hurting himself. Already his hands are bleeding.

He stills. "You would?" I nod crying. Crying for myself. Crying for vihaan. Crying at the thought of not seeing mummy, dad and bhai for years.

Instantly I am being engulfed in his arms. I don't hug him back but still wanting his warmth around me.

"I love you baby. In a few days you would start loving America." 'But I love to live here' I wanted to say this but didn't say, not wanting him to hurt himself.

So much happened but why no one came. Vihaan must have told everyone to not come on his floor.

"You are hurt." I mumble. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. While going I see myself in the broken mirror. My tears still haven't stopped spilling.

I bandaid his hands. "Don't cry baby"