Shivantika reached home soon because there were not many patients.

She enter the room and see Abhimanyu lying on the bed with arms over his face.

"Aap thik hai maan" She asks, and he removes his arm from his face.

"You are looking tired, do you have fever? " She asks, sitting next to him, and placing the back of her palm on his forehead to see if he had fever.

"I'm fine just tired, kaam ziyada tha office mai" He says while keeping his head on her lap.

She looks at him with a small smile and started caressing his hair.

"Kuch khaya?" She asks and he nod.

They heard a knock and a maid enters.

"Rani sa, your parents are calling you in their room, they said it's something important" She told her this and then leaves, shutting the door behind.

"You should rest a little, I will return soon, okay?" She says to him.

"Aapne bulaya?" I say when I enter their room.

Maa looks at me and then rolls her eyes looking at papa.

"Kiya hogaya hai tumhe, kuch ziyada hi nahi ud rahi ho shaadi ke baad tum" He says angrily, and I kept my mouth shut.

"Pta nhi kiya soch rahe honge sab, aagar tumhari wajah se yeh log tumhe chhor dete hai, than remember it will not be good for you.... Ese kese dekh rhi hai, haa? Ankh niche rakh." He says but still I didn't avert my eyes, in anger he took some steps towards me and then held my face with his hand tightly.

"You have to obey me do you get it" He says.

"You don't own me, not anymore, you don't have any rights to order me." I say to him, for the first time I talked back to my father.

"Ungrateful Bitch" He says and then slapped me on my face , making me fall on the floor from the impact.

He kneel down in front of me and then grabs me by my hair making me face him.

"You should thank god, that we are here and not in Jodhpur, waha hote to tum wapas yaha aane ki halat mei naa hoti" Saying this he stands up.

"Go I don't want to see your face anymore" He continues.

I stand up and was going to step oustside when maa stops me.

She comes near me and than cover the part of my face ,where he slapped me, with my hair.

Another mark, I sigh and then step out.

I started walking to the library, once reached I lock the door, and slide down, finally I let my tears flow.

As she slumps down, her back against the floor, knees drawn up to her face, and tears streaming down her cheeks, it's like a storm of emotions crashing over her.

She kept thinking what did she do wrong that her parents always treated like this.

She did everything possible to be accepted by them.
And this was the reward she received everytime.

"Why God, why me. Jab bhi sab kuch accha chal raha hota hai meri life mei, than why you have to ruin it, why" She asks crying.

"Don't I deserve parents love, like other children's do, why I am not enough for them " She continues complaining.

She found herself engulfed in a torrent of emotions, tears cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably, making it challenging to draw in a steady breath. The sensation of suffocation loomed closer as the tears continued to flow relentlessly.

"Maan, I need Maan" She whispers, she needed him the most now.

In a desperate attempt to go to him, she rose to her feet,her hand was going to unlock the door, but the overwhelming emotional turmoil took its toll, causing her to succumb to unconsciousness suddenly, making her fall on the floor with a thud.

Just saw a post on Instagram about three terrorist attack within 72 hours.

📍RAESI
📍HIRANAGAR
📍DORA

it's so sad that many Indian people and Bollywood stars don't know about this, but know about what is happening in Gaza.

And so many are ashamed to post this, but are posting all eyes on Rafah, the hypocrisy.

Please pray for the victims 🙏🏻🕉

(In the first attack 9 people died, one of the a 3 year and kid, and 33 people injured.)