⚠️ SELF HARM FOLLOWS⚠️

||Vishu||

"I can't help but want you more and more, Nandini"

"Vishuuu..." she wailed in total bliss. Her voice sweet as honey and as smooth, propelled aggressiveness in me, wanting to strip off her innocence, spoiling her. Her intimacy captivated me in a spell, desiring more of her.

"Vishu.." but this time her voice hardened.

"Vishu, open the door" I opened my eyes and soon my fantasies met reality.

I sit up rubbing my eyes. Looking down at my pants, I saw the impact a mere dream of her had on me, well in real life is a question. She was so good, I felt it indeed. Surreal. The person outdoors is persistent waking my temper.

Give me a break already. I just had my fantasies achieved.

I drag myself out of my mattress to the door groaning. If this isn't about Mahabali's reincarnation I'm going to behead that man.

(Mahaabali was a prominent mythical king of kerala who was said prospered the status of Keralite and made even gods above jealous of the happiness in Kerala. Therefore he was executed by gods themselves because people in Kerala ignored to acknowledge gods cause they had everything they wanted in their land because of the same king.

That's what the myth says, and it can be hard to digest.)

The bangs on my door hightening as I proceeded to open, Radhika Chettathi (Veliettan's; big brother's wife) was the culprit.

"What is it that you want early in the morning?" I orate holding in my anger.

Her countenance sank with apprehension, "Achan (Father) fell ill again" she informs barely holding herself from breaking down. "He has been rushed to aashupathri (hospital) "

Without much thought I let her in. Comforting her on a chair, I rush to wash my slumber off.

The aftermath was a dash, we both scurried off to the aashupathri (hospital), my ettanmar (elder brothers) were already waiting for us. Though I wasn't fond of either of my family, Achan (father) being hospitalised somehow invoked sorrow in me.

He was admitted in ICU ward. Peeping through the glass screen that separated the ward I saw him with a ventilation mask as he laid on the hospital bed motionless.

I didn't shed a tear, but seeing him helpless hurt me somewhere in my heart, where I doubted I had a place for him.

"They said he had a mild stroke" Hari my Veliettan (big brother) informed, as he consoled his wife Radhika Chettathi (big brother's wife).

Nodding at the acquired information, I sit on a vacant chair next to the ward. It was hard to process, last time I saw him, he seemed bushy-tailed, though not very enthusiastic, he had his composure.

When I thought I had my emotion under control my ettan (second elder brother) stromed towards me and pulled me out of the hospital to a secluded place.

"Saw what you did to him?" he yelled deafening my ears. "Achan, paranju ennu vicharichu, nee evide nilkanda (Don't be obident towards Father's words of consenting your stay)"

"I'll stay if I want to" I fummed. "Get yourself together, this is a hospital Chetta (elder brother)"

"Don't try to act all innocent dodging my comments, he doesn't like your stay, he held to your photo frame while having the heart attack" my brother grunted. "Aren't you done with torturing us already? you're stripping us out of the peace we felt in your absence"

"I am staying, that's all you have to know, now shut your pretty mouth and ward your Achan (father)" My agitation knew no limits, his audacity to start an argument while Achan (father) is hospitalised.

"Do you desire to repeat what you did to Amma (mother) on Achan (father)?"

My anger cools down at his question as droplets roll down my cheeks drying my throat.

Frustration hitting me hard. Never will they change, I'm still not accepted here. I shouldn't have fallen to the lie that Achan (Father) actually realised his errors, or that he'd solve things for me. But who am I kidding, this is Nayanar, this is how they were from the beginning and how they'll be till end of time.

Such stupidity to belive that I've hand in any of the occurrence. Does he even know that the words produced from his mouth posses no meaning.

Wait, how would he know when he hasn't even been educated basic manners and norms.

I hastened out of his company to the car I rode here. I hit my head hard against the car multiple times, hoping to distract my thoughts with pain, but no avail though my forehead drenched in blood.

Pain had been my solace since the time of birth, it cooled my anger and my frustration.

By God's grace I reached my home dodging all possible near death accident with my blurry vision dewed with tears and blood dripping down my head. It was just a hit but my noggin is tender enough to bleed.

As I dart upstairs to my room, all bloody, I collide into Nandini who carried fresh lilies. Scattering it over us as we rolled down to the base of the stairs.

Ah! This isn't the best time for romance. Not when I'm bloody.

"Get off of me you blind jerk" Nandini bellowed trying to shift my weight off her. Her attempts fail against my body as I lay over her body,immobile.

"Hold still" I mumble finding my comfort having her close. "Please"

She halts her fight sensing my low whimper, for a solid minute she stayed still processing my intentions but when red drops drip on her, she stiffens. And slowly knot her fingers through my hair, caressing it to feel the injury.

I held her close solacing in her intimacy. Smell of her oushada yenna (herbal oil) lulls me as I rest my head on the base of her neck. She gasps but consents my action.

"Just a while" I whisper.

For a moment, my mind settled and achieved tranquility untill I blanked out, literally.

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