Once upon a time a girl said "fuck this shit" and she lived happily ever after.

That girl is me. I spilt out my emotions, my feelings, my thoughts, I cried it all out and decided to come back stronger.

You see sometimes we have to be like a phoenix, every time we turn to ash, we rise up.

I am no longer that weak naive girl who followed the crowd. I am now the one who leads the crowd. I am no longer that weak naive girl who didn't have a voice of her own. I am now a girl who has a voice and speaks for others who can't. I am no longer that weak naive girl who hated herself. I am now the girl who had to lose someone in order to love herself.

You may be wondering who I am....well I am Gauri Kumari Sharma.

No no not Gauri Omkara Singh Oberoi.

I am now known by my maiden name, not by my husband's name. I wanted to carve out my own identity and I didn't want to be known as an Oberoi.

Her POV ends

Gauri was busy cutting banana, spreading what looked like peanut butter on two pieces of toast.

Gauri: yeah. Okay I will check the presentation and give you feedback. Yeah, okay bye.

She cut the phone and kept the small banana circles on top of the two toast pieces then kept them on two separate plates. After doing so, she got two small baby pink cups, one with butterflies and the other with hearts. After pouring milk in them, she heard a child voice: mummy.

Gauri turned to see her eldest twin daughter, Diya who was still in her pyjamas and her hair was a little messy since she had just woken up. Gauri went up to her, bending down to her height and kissed her cheek.

Gauri: good morning baba.

Diya: morning.

Gauri: where is Inaya?

Diya: Inaya just woke up too. She coming, she just trying to find her bunny slippers.

Gauri was about to say something when another little girl came and hugged her.

Gauri: good morning Inaya.

Inaya: morning.

Diya: yay you found your slippers.

Inaya: they were under your bed.

Gauri looked at Diya who was smiling innocently. Of course Diya decided to hide her sister's slippers. These little girls were always hiding each other's things. Gauri made the girls go upstairs to the bathroom and said: bath now or after school?

Diya: we had a bath yesterday evening so after school but mummy, I don't want to go to school.

Gauri: kyu?

She said this as she kept the kids' toothpaste on the girls' toothbrushes. She gave the toothbrushes to the girls as Diya said: Miss Chocolate stupid. She always pick on me. Never ask anyone else. Just me.

Inaya wetted her toothpaste and before brushing her teeth, she said: you talk too much that why.

Gauri: and your teacher's name is not Miss Chocolate, it's Miss Chaturvedi.

Diya: Chaturvedi?! I can't say that.

Gauri: you just did.

Diya rolled her eyes as she started brushing her teeth. After the girls brushed their teeth and washed their face, they went to change into their school uniforms with Gauri helping to do their ties and brushing their soft silky hairs, putting them into plaits.

Diya: why do they want our hair in plaits? I hate plaits. They don't look nice. They look so horrible. Inaya look so nice in plaits but I don't. I want my hair open.

Gauri: your teacher wants you to have plaits so have plaits.

Diya pouted sadly as Gauri tied up the second plait then the three went downstairs so the twins could have their breakfast a.k.a the toast and milk. After they had breakfast, Gauri got her keys and the girls got the bags then all three were out of the house going into the car.

Gauri: seatbelts on?

The twins nodded, Gauri turned to focus on driving. Within minutes, the car parked in front of the large building.

Inaya smiled seeing the place but Diya made a face.

Inaya: mummy you know today Neha will show me how to make a bracelet.

Gauri: really?

Inaya nodded and said: Neha is soooo nice.

Diya: she nicer than Miss Chocolate.

Gauri and Inaya: Miss Chaturvedi.

Diya: haan voh. I don't want school. They give us English today!

Gauri: good.

Diya: how it good? English torture.

Gauri rolled her eyes and went out of the car, then opening the door for the girls to get out. As they walked near the building, Gauri spoke: English is very important. One day you will realise how important English is.

Diya: that day never come.

Gauri just gave her eldest an eye roll as she sent them to the teacher. The girls waved at their mother and Gauri waved back at them then turned to go to her car and drive to her work.

Gauri's POV:

Yes I am a mother to twins, Diya and Inaya. They are everything to me. They are my world.

Diya was first. On the delivery day, I got to know that I wasn't going to be a mother to one but to two little girls. Diya is my bright light and Inaya is my gift, my surprise.

When I held the two of them for the first time, I made a promise to them that I would teach them to love themselves, I would teach them to be comfortable in their skin, I would teach them how to find true happiness, I would teach them not be a follower but a leader and I would teach them to never be number 2.

Yes Svetlana's word stuck to me....Omkara treated me as the second best. No matter what I did, I was always number 2. Number 1 was reserved for his brothers and Anika. I didn't matter. I guess I never did.

And that's okay. If Om didn't treat me as the second best. I wouldn't have learnt to love myself. I wouldn't have learnt to build myself up. I wouldn't have learnt that life doesn't revolve around a man. I needed to know that I was capable of something, I was capable of creating my own story.

And I want my daughters to know that they are the masters of their own destinies. They won't be like the old me....I want to give them the best education, the best upbringing, the best everything and I am working hard to be the best mother I can be to them because I am not perfect. I am still learning motherhood.

I reached my office building and went out of the car to go into the building. As soon as I entered, many started to greet me.

Yes they knew me now. I am no longer that girl who was in the background. They knew my name and my face.

I am a marketing executive now in a fashion and beauty company called Fashionphoria. It took some time to build myself from the bottom to where I am now.

Once I went into my cabin, I sat down at my swivel chair starting my computer. As I was waiting for my computer to load, my eyes saw the photo frame that stood at my desk.

It was me, Tej, Jhanvi, Pinky, Shakti, Dadi and my newborn twins. Yes they were there for me when I was pregnant and when I gave birth to the twins.

The Oberois started their healing process since their children had left. Some scars were still healing but they seemed more happier and they seemed to be in a better place now. After selling the Oberoi Mansion, things have just been better.

As I looked at the picture, I was silently hoping that Om could have been in that picture...I wanted him to be there when I went for my first ultrasound, I wanted him to be there when I went baby shopping, I wanted him to be there for the delivery.

But he chose his brothers over me. Now I don't have a problem that he loves his brothers but he wasn't just a brother, he was a son and he was a husband but I guess he only saw himself as a brother.

He promised the world and I fell for it. I put him first and he ignored it. He left without even letting me come and that was it. The chapter was closed and even after years, I found myself sometimes wishing that he was there for many moments. I had to stop wishing because the harsh truth was that he wasn't going to come back at all.

Precap: photos

Anyone understands the meaning of the next chappy?

How was this then guys?

Sorry for it being late. I started a new story and I am also studying. Also I was feeling down the other day.

If you are wondering that is this story going to be like the others then it isn't. It's a little different and you will find out soon how come.

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