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Laila joined Vanya to see the workings of the house. The big Mansion stood infront of them with so much stuff going on at a time . Laila enjoyed talking to Vanya , She wanted to ask certain questions to Vanya but refrained because she didn't want any politics to occur.

"So Laila , that's the whole house and it's a headache to micro manage it but at some point of this , you or any of the other daughter in law's to come would have to take care of this and I'll finally be off duty" said Vanya with a soft smile.

"Laila what do you want to do , continue studies , do a job or Looking after the home" asked Vanya while facing the wind standing at the balcony. Laila knew her answer , "I want to continue my studies then get a good job , be independent" said Laila , Her current circumstances were questioning her.

"That's great , Did your classes finish when you got married" asked Vanya . Her marriage was in a hurry , not giving even thoughts about the fact that her classes aren't over but here she was , Even this day she had her classes but post marriage shit and her intimidating husband makes it harder to even ask for her education , she had principles laid out before marriage but his response to her makes her rethink , for her own good.

"No , My classes are on going but I don't know how it's going to go since marriage and all" replied Laila honestly and Vanya nodded slowly , Vanya turned towards Laila ,"You've all the rights to continue your studies and be independent , There isn't going to be an In laws obstacle because all of us are obviously open minded and Everyone deserves a chance to be independent and pursuing or not is upto them" explained Vanya , Laila knew those words have pain of her enlaced

"I'm glad on that aspect , I've such a sweet and supporting mother in law" said Laila with a smile and Vanya Smlied back ,"I was doing my job when i got married to Rishi and Then kids happened and everything was in a blur , But I wish my daughters achieve what i missed out on and I'll be here supporting in all of your works" Said Vanya and it was reassuring for Laila

"Parth is going to reach anytime soon , Let me go and make him his coffee" said Vanya , "Now on It's my responsibilty as his wife" said Laila trying to get in her role as a wife , "Listen Laila , It shouldn't be like responsibility and all , I do it because I want to spoil my son and want to do it myself , I hope it's from the same place for you and not because you're his wife and now you're his unpaid assistant" said Vanya and Laila listened to the words with deep account to it.

"But yes , I'll teach you how to make coffee according to his liking , Laila my dear I'm here for you and hear me loud and clear , Don't get into the usual mould of a wife , You've choices and I hope I raised my son well enough to respect that and help you grow" said Vanya with Love and care . Vanya was startled by a hug by Laila , "Thank you Mom"

"Laila I'm here , Just run to me if you want to speak to someone" said Vanya and cupped Laila's face with care ,"Let's go and I'll teach you" said Vanya and Laila nodded with a smile . Vanya's soft personality and Love touched Laila's heart , Vanya seemed like hope.

Laila held onto the hot coffee and decided to ask that if she could attend her classes , she knew that she needed to play her cards differently . She slowly opened the door and found Parth removing his watch and placing it in the table , He didn't spare her a glance even though he knew her presence , "Your Coffee" said Laila in an attempt to catch his attention but no luck.

Parth walked towards her and she put her hand forward holding the cup , Laila decided to play her luck and ask , "My classes are going on right now and I'd like to resume my classes" , There was a weird silence in the whole place , She stared at Parth's face trying to read his face but no luck . She felt her hands sweat and Knots in her stomach in nervousness.

She Felt a sudden burning sensation in her hands and winced in pain , "Shh" she heard and she comprehended what just happend , He had deliberately spilled the coffee in her hands , She pulled her hands away and the cup fell down into pieces making her shriek more , Her husband stood there cold and emotionless . Laila decided to run and put her hand under what so the burn doesnt get worst.

"Let me go" she managed to whisper , He held her arms and pulled her towards him when she tried to go to the washroom and wash her hand . He pulled enough power that she stumbled which resulted in a porcelein piece from the broken cup piercing into her leg and Red blood started flowing from the wound , Laila was finding it hard to comprehend what was going in that moment. Her hands burned , Her leg wounded and Pain .

"How could you leave the room without cleaning the mess you've created" said Parth with a mock in his voice , Tears started to flow from her eyes like a water fall . She wiped her tears making her wince because her burn wound came in contact with the tear drop . Laila picked up the tissue from the tissue box , She slowly picked up a piece of the broken porcelein and she threw it in the dustbin.

Laila started to pick the broken pieves one by one , Laila winced in pain and she felt shooting pain in her finger , One of the pieces had pierced her Fingers too ," why have you stopped , There are so many pieces left , See" said Parth and pointed to a piece , Laila sobbed in pain and Parth sat in the bed emotionless . Laila wondered if she married an emotionless man .

Laila managed to pick all the porcelein pieces and threw it in the dustbin , She was hurting from countless places that she couldn't even comprehend where all it hurts , It's just Raw Pain . "Who'll clean the spilled coffee and red mess you've created" said Parth and Laila went dumbfounded at his heartlessness , "I need to patch up my wounds so the red mess doesn't occur" said Laila meekly in pain

"What did you say?" said Parth angrily which effortlessly brought goosebumps over her body in fear , the guy scared her . She saw him changed back into his cold self ,"You know What , I feel kind enough so you can go and take care of your wounds but will only leave this room when you clean the mess" said Parth . Laila limped into the washroom and bandaged her wounds .

Laila slowly applied medicine to her red skin and Bandaged in , She felt broken inside in a matter of few minutes . "What was happening to her" was a questioning lingering in her mind. She slowly came out and started cleaning the floor with the tissues , "Look here , You're cleaning the floor so well and you know what i'm thinking , You should take the responsiblity of the whole mansion" said Parth

Laila was dumbfounded by Parth again , He managed to show her more shades of torture , "We should let go of all the servants and you should personally clean and take care each and every corner of the mansion" said Parth and Laila felt like she'd throw up any moment but she held on , She itself would have to reap the after effects of that act. Laila felt his finger's hold her hand brutally.

She knew she was going to have his fingerprints imprinted on her hands , "We should go and tell mom immediately that you're interested in staying home and taking care of the house , cleaning and cooking instead of going to classes " said Parth and Laila's breath hitched .She felt like she fell from a height , Vanya's words of independence to Parth's cage of supression , the question "why" lingered her mind in repeat.

Parth dragged her downstairs by her hand , She hoped that she doesn't fall because he was climbing down so fast and she was unbalanced on top of that wounded in her leg . The speed came to a decrease when he noticed Vanya , He let go of Laila's hand and walked towards the unsuspecting Vanya.

"Mom , Laila wants to tell you something".................

Authors note
Y'all want to hurt Parth? Me too!
And yes I'm a fan of Vanya.

Apologies for the late update, Too much happening in life within a small span and writer's block hit like a truck, I'll preserve through it
Anyway how y'all doing?

Lots of Love