They didn't leave easily.

The one whom we want to stay,fades away soon but the one whom we don't want,grasp our legs. Perhaps,the reason behind this is— when the undesired one goes and desired one comes, we can taste the moment sweeter than any time.

Collapse.I was collapsed to impress them.

My best attire,my extra politeness,extra hard work for preparing the three times meals for them,the cleanliness I failedly tried,the caring motion for mother-in-law was collapsed in front of one mistake. All I was trying to gather were some praises,some appreciations,some warmth of the effort I was pushing through my guts.
As a daughter-in-law, I left no stone unturned to refulfill my duties,my faithfulness.

Probably, I had some satisfaction through some warm words of Farah bhabi. She was unaware of her irresponsibilities but had the full right to criticize mine.

That one mistake.

Bilal's family were contented with me welly until I had made the fault unintentionally. Mother-in-law had a swelling in her right leg,which was another side effects of her disease.
But I didn't know. Who would tell me?

When I saw, she couldn't straighten her right leg, I massaged it. I didn't let it know to Helal bhai or Farah bhabi.
I was quite ignorant of its severity.
By a displace of massaging, she screamed and I realized, her leg went to worst state. She was silent of her pain, only staring at me with tearful ocean orbs.

I ran to Helal bhai, they worrily came with terrified faces. Therapist came. Checked on her.He said her leg was swellen because of inactivity of the cells for a long time. But the forceful act of my hands had fractured it fully. Medicines were prescribed and bought by Helal bhai.
Many home remedies were added.

Helal Bhai glared me with fumming eyes, thudding my heart with fear. Farah bhabi was clueless, matching her opinions with her husband. I was all alone and a culprit.
They didn't say anything that time.
I was lost of words to make him understand that it was not my fault.

That day,at night. I eavedropped both of them when we were finished with the dinner.

" Bilal is a fool. Always. I warned him, beforehand. " Helal bhai was gripping his fists.

" Leave it."

" Leave it? Farah! Mom was almost killed by that illiterate woman! Bilal was a stupid to marry a village,low girl like her. Wasn't he? Look at the consequences now." Helal bhai shrugged the words which shattered the glass of my heart into tiniest pieces.

" Oh..Helal. please! She might listen!" Farah bhabi patted his back, nervousness cleared in her face.

After a dip of silence,Helal bhai again spoke," One more mistake she makes; which influences mom, I will get her out of this house " his words were cold as frost ground of winter which were freezing my heart.

" Have you gone mad,Helal? Don't forget,she is the servant and nurse of your mother. Who will look after your ill mother if she leaves? Don't expect me " Farah bhabi said.

I could not afford a second to stand there and hear those poisonous words more.

The mistake burdened my heart with another flow of guilty and pain. I was weeping, ravishing the letters spontaneously if Bilal had mentioned it and I didn't read it. I crazily travelled through them, finding a refugee of mistake, an evidence to prove my innocence.

Letter 10:

Dear Husna,

I know I will be so agonized. I will be missing Ma very badly. That would be a lie if I say I miss you more than Ma. You both are equal to me,two pieces of my heart. I wish I could say these to you holding your hands in mine. These are the talks I had beforehand decided to share with my other half.

My whole life is a memory of Ma. I have no other moments more important than the times I have spent with Ma. From childhood,  Helal bhai was a grumpy man. Ma said to me that Helal bhai's wife would not love him when he marries. I giggled hearing that. But my wife would love me more than I will do,she said. It's a misfortune, the fate changed it. Farah bhabi loves Helal bhai so much that he was blind of his own mother's love. I am blind too. But I have never done anything that would make you fall in love with me. I know you hate me for the burden I have given you. I was selfish,that is why you will never love me. Forgive me, please. I don't want your love but also can't bear your hatred.

Who doesn't deserve your love,
Bilal

I was then hamstrung by the words,by the grace he wrote. Inside myself, I found emptiness. What grief,what prove,what dignity didn't mattered to me. The only thing I knew,was Bilal loved me. I didn't have to chase his selfish family,their attention for living. Bilal made me deservable to myself. That sleepless night passed when I stamped the letter to my chest and cried the tears of peace. That night was spellbinding in my life when I truly knew someone who loved me. 

I was stuffing words in my mouth from night, preparing myself to utter them in front if those people who underestimated me.

" Good morning,Husna" Farah bhabi smiled at me when she woke up and saw me doing the dishes of dinner.

I was then assured that smile was fake, forcible.

" Bhabi, I want you and and your family to leave this house" my direct answer spontaneously changed her facial features. She was surprised and after a dip of silence,she broke into a simper.

" I don't get you. " She coughed.

" Look Husna,what happened yesterday was not your fault. It was Bilal's fault that he didn't inform you of mother-in-law's leg issues" she quickly said the words and hoped to get a positive response from me.

" I know bhabi, I am a village girl. Marrying Bilal was my serendipity. That's what my family believes. If they had known about mother-in-law, I am pretty sure they would have rather marry me off to a rickshaw puller instead of Bilal. But I don't regret marrying him. At least now. "  I spoke the words coldly,her face was also blued.

" Husna,you are misunderstanding us. This is our home!" She shoved her hands in air both aside.

" You have nothing to make it home,bhabi. Have you ever? You were always running away from your responsibilities. Weren't you?"  I softenered my voice.

She was not pleased with the question,her eyebrows frowned and hands gripped.

" Yes. I have forced Helal to leave his mother here because I didn't want to live my life like you. Understand,Husna? I am not willing to clean her loo,feed her medicines,massage her legs. Because it's slavery! Do you know? It's slavery! And I don't want to ruin my life. No one would want except fools like you. Even Helal doesn't wish me to do so."

Her voice was louded and mouth twisted in hateful manner. Her words were not that influencial on me as I had the ability to take more cruel words already.

I smirked at her foolishness. She glared me cluelessly. Truth was hard for her to accept but it was needed.

" I was never slaved. Bilal didn't forced me,bhabi. He won my heart. I am helping and fulfilling my duties towards my family. Nothing foolishness I have adopted. What you and Helal bhai never realized."

I wondered how those words escaped from my heart,which hardly could say anything. It was coming from my inner self, which I had never noticed.

" How dare you!" Helal bhai was at his distance from us,at the bedroom door.

A sudden fear engulfed me when I holded myself with pace.

" We are not staying here anymore. Come if you want or else leave with your freaking mother and family" Farah bhabi rushed to her room glaring those death glances at Helal bhai who trailed after her.

It was a tint of peace and pleasure they left. I was more contented as I was the one to shove them away from my life. My life; where only mother-in-law and I lived with the memories of Bilal. I was then elated and feeling myself at peace.

Can you predict in how many Chapters this book's gonna end?
I won't tell now. I just wanna know your guess.