10 | FAMILY

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Myra entered her home after a long day . She was exhausted yet delightful. Her only friend had came back in her life .

As she entered smiling , her grandmother slightly narrowing her eyes asked in harsh voice, "Why are you smiling so much ? Kahi apne baap ka naam duba kar to nhi aayi ho "

Hearing these harsh words , her steps halted , smile vanished . Each word pierced her heart more than anything.

Tears gathered in her eyes. She was questioning her character... Once again...

Did her grandmother hate her that much ..?

She froze. She knew the moment she spoke, they'd call her badtameez, besharam, muhfat — a girl who talks back. But if she stayed silent, they'd still find reasons — no manners, ignores her elders, bigdi hui ladki. Either way, she was already judged.

She controlled her emotions as she knew it was of no use to lash out or to answer back . It was a routine for her . Her lips trembled , hands shaking yet she steady herself. She blinked her tears away .

She turned , faced her grandmother and replied in a steady voice " I just came back from college . Nothing else . "

But deep down , she was more than hurt . She was used to it but everytime they question her character, her heart torn apart , her soul crushed.

Her grandmother raised her eyebrow , looked at her from top to bottom and scoffed. She moved to her room without looking back .

Myra released her breath she didn't knew she was holding . Tears stinged in her eyes but she hold them back .

She couldn't cry . Not here . Not when no one cares .

She took tiny steps towards her room feeling wounded by her grandmother's words.

Suddenly , two voices stopped her .

One shouted "BUIIIII !!!! AAP AAGYIIIIIII COLLEGE SE " he was priyank , her 6 years old nephew

Another copied ," BUIII ! AAP AAGYI OLEGE SHEY " He was daksh , 3 years old nephew .

(Buii , you came from college)

A smile flashed her face because they were the only one who could make her smile without any judgement .

She corrected her posture and blinked away her tears and turned flashing a widest grin and bend towards their level.

" Yessssssss myyy munchkins , buuiii agyiiiiii " she replied cheerfully.

They both giggled and forwarded their hands as if silently asking for something.

Myra knew what they want but she decided to play with them.

She pouted and sadly said ," Aaj to mai tumhari chocolates lana bhool gayi "

Both of their faces turned sad and they both lowered their head and pouted .

Myra watched them carefully with a playful expression and said " Lekin agar koi mujhe pyari pyari si huggy or kissies de to mai kuch soch sakti hu "

Both of them raised their heads suddenly. Their eyes wide and toothy grin spread their faces and before she knew they were hugging her like koalas .

Due to sudden pressure from their jumping , She fell backward, but managed to hold them both and didn’t let either of them get hurt.

They all laughed together and both the children pampered her with their kissess........

After some minutes of calming down , they all sat on the ground and she pulled out chocolates from her bag .

She forwarded chocolates . Their eyes were twinkling with excitement . They quickly snatched it from her and ran away after chirping "thank you buiii , you are the bestttttttt " and a quick kiss on her cheek .

Myra giggled at their cuteness as they went .

She dusted off her clothes and stood up.

Just then , her brother , YASH AGGARWAL , came back from his coaching . He was pursuing for IIT and was currently in 11th standard .

He saw myra and smirked, "Mahi ! Tu kabhi padti bhi hai ya bas yuhi idhar udhar ghumti rehti hai . Jab bhi main aata hu hmesha yahi milti hai mujhe to tu . "

It was not new for myra. She was used to hearing all this from her brother.

For everyone, he was the younger one but for myra, he acts as if he knows everything and myra is a failure.

Apne aap ko bahot mature samajhta tha lekin asal mein sabse jayada immature yahi tha ...

Myra ignored him and started to walk towards her room as she knew there is no point in arguing with him because as usual everyone will blame her only and take support of him .

But yash caught her way and said

"Arre , why are going like this ! Reply to karti jaoo " and smirked .

" Move yash , i need to go . I am tired , abhi college se aayi hoon ." Myra replied as she was tired .

" Ha to college mein karti hi kya hai tu . You just sit and talk . Padhna to hota nhi hai na hi khi jana . Usme bhi thak jati hai ! wah ! " He replied provoking her .

Myra felt her anger rising by each passing second. She still controlled because she knew the consequences.

" Yash . Move. Away . I. Need. To. Go" she emphasised each word while taking deep breath.

" Are are itna kyu bhadak rahi ho . Aisa bhi kya kaha hai maine "

" TUMHE SAMAJH NHI AARA KYA JABSE BOL RHI HU PYAR SE HAT JAO JANA HAI MUJHE LEKIN NAHI TUMHE TO SAMAJHNA HI NHI HAI !

JAB TAK MAI GUSSA NAHI KARU TAB TAK TUMHE SHANTI THODI MILTI HAI " Myra shouted as her anger impulsified

Hearing commotion , her cousin brother , AKSHAY AGGARWAL came out of his room and asked " what is happening here "

Yash replied smirking towards myra ," nothing , firse vhi chillam chilli "

Akshay shook her head rubbing his temple ," Myra.. kuch kaam to karti nahi hai tu or chillati itna hai . "

Myra glared at yash feeling hurt .

She had two brothers yet she never felt what it is to be loved by brothers'.

She remembered the time when everything was good . Her brothers and her bond was unshakeable but after the marriage of her brother AKSHAY with ISHANI , everything changed.

It was as if they forgot they had a little sister too ..

She quietly moved to her room without any reply .

She entered her room and closed the door behind her .

As I sat there on the cold floor, my body trembling uncontrollably, it felt like the walls were closing in on me.

Each breath I took was shaky, shallow — like my own body was betraying me.

I hugged my knees tighter to my chest, wishing desperately to become so small that no one could see me anymore.

Maybe if I disappeared, the words would stop too.

Maybe... just maybe... the hurt would finally end.

All the exhaustion , harsh words hit me like a tidal wave at once .

I cried .

I cried ...so much .....

"Why are you smiling so much ? Kahi apne baap ka naam duba kar to nhi aayi ho "

" Ha to college m karti hi kya h tu . You just sit and talk . Pdhna to hota nhi hai na hi khi jana . Usme bhi thk jati hai ! wah ! "

" Myra.. kuch kaam to karti nahi hai tu or chillati itna hai "

The words slashed through me, leaving invisible scars that burned worse than any physical wound ever could.

I pressed my palm harder against my ears, digging my nails into my scalp — trying to drown out the storm inside my head.

But the storm refused to quiet down.

STOP .....

STOPP

Why?

Why was I never enough?

Why was my silence never enough?

Why was my voice always too loud?

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to shout back.

I wanted to say I’m trying... I’m really trying...

But my throat closed up every time I tried to speak.

The fear of more hurt, more ridicule, chained my voice inside me.

I couldn't afford to let anyone know that i am crying otherwise , they would get a chance to taunt me once again .

So, I did what I had always done.

I stayed silent.

I cried in silence.

Minutes or maybe hours passed — I couldn't tell.

Time didn't exist in that suffocating darkness.

Somewhere deep inside, a tiny whisper broke through,

You have to get up.

You have to keep breathing.

You have to survive this.

I wiped my tear-streaked face with the back of my sleeve, the fabric now damp and heavy.

I forced myself to sit upright, my back leaning against the hard wall for support.

Myra... you have survived before.

You will survive this too.

Even if the world doesn't understand.

Even if no one holds your hand.

You will hold yourself.

You will stand up again.

Because somewhere... somehow... a part of me still believed —

maybe, just maybe —

one day, I would no longer cry behind closed doors.

One day, my voice would be enough.

I would be enough.

I got up from the floor and moved towards the bed ...

Tears kept flowing silently and i didn't realised when sleep took over me .....

--------------NEXT MORNING ---------------

Morning light crept hesitantly into the room, brushing against my tired face.

I blinked, my eyes heavy, swollen, burning from the endless tears.

My body felt like it wasn’t mine — weighed down, drained, empty.

There was no strength left to cry anymore.

Just a hollow numbness settled inside me, like a fog I couldn’t clear.

Every inch of me ached — not just physically, but something deeper, something words couldn't explain.

A silent sadness clung to me, sticky and cold, like a second skin.

I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, as if hiding from the world could make the pain vanish.

But the silence around me was deafening.

And somewhere deep down, the shame lingered.

Why did I cry so much?

Why am I so weak?

Why can’t I be stronger like everyone else?

I stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling nothing, wanting nothing.

The thought of facing the day felt unbearable.

The thought of hearing one more taunt, one more sigh of disappointment, made my chest tighten again.

But even in that suffocating heaviness, one small truth flickered quietly —

You made it through the night.

You survived one more time.

And maybe... just maybe... that was enough for today.

I moved from bed to the bathroom.

My eyes feels swollen and red from the crying . I wash my face....

2 times..

3 times..

4 times....

10 times....

Still the reflection staring at me didn't seem like me ...

I reached downstairs at the dining table for breakfast .

All of them were present . Hearing the sound of footsteps all head turned towards me. But i didn't bave energy to look towards anyone .

I quietly took my seat and served a simple toast and started eating .

My mother , the only one who genuinely cared for me , asked " Mahi why are your eyes so red ? Didn't you sleep at night beta "

Before i could respond , a voice interrupted "Phone chala rahi hogi .. or kya hi kregi " surprisingly, it was the voice of my father which was conveying disappointment.

A bitter smile appeared on my lips .

I couldn't defend myself ..

Not when my own father was blaming me ...

I kept mum ... Didn't speak anything .

All the eyes turned towards me making me anxious.

My nails dug deeper in my flesh .

Tears prickled in my eyes yet i refused to fall them .

I couldn't...

I just couldn't.....

Not here ...

Not infront of them ...

A voice cut the air "Yes , Padhai to vaise bhi nahi karni hoti , sara din phone chalana hota hai " It was ofcourse , my brother .... MR.AKSHAY AGGARWAL.

My hands started shaking , my mind goes blank.

I need to stop overthinking.......

Need to get out of here

I couldn't stay here anymore ..

MAHI ! CONTROL YOURSELF ......

YOU CANNOT HAVE A BREAKDOWN HERE

You need to control yourself yaar ........

I dig my nails in my palm.

Tears threatening to fall .

Oo mere makhan malai vale aasuu ruk jaooooo

Maanjaooooo

Mt aaoo abhiiiiiiii

Baadme ajaaanaaaaaa

Pleaseeeeeeee

Agar abhi aaye to main btari hoon bahot maarungiiii

HEIN ? aasu ko maarungi ?

WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING !

yes , i am mad ,

I talk to myself only when i want to stop overthinking .

Maahiii kuch or sochhh ..... inki baaton ke upar dhyan mt deee

Gana sochh haaaa gaana gaa

"Jhaanke baadlon kee jaali ke peechhe se

Kare chandni ye mujhko itla

Leke noor zyaada chaand mera yahin pe hai chhupa

Chhupa hua

Ishq waalaa love

Hua jo dard bhee to hamko aaj kuch zyaada hua

Ishq waalaa love

Ye kya hua hai kya khabar yahi pataa hai zyaada hua

Ishq waalaa love

Agar ye usko bhi hua hai, fir bhi mujhko zyada hua

Ishq waalaa love"

I didn't realise when i started smiling . Someone tapped my shoulder ,and i come out of my trance .....

Oh shit ! They will not again scold me ......

URGH MAHII !

FUCK YOU !

" Um .. Kuch khere the aap ?" I asked my mother.

She replied "Pass these cupcakes to your brother"

I quietly passed him the cupcakes and stood up without eating the remaining toast .

" Maa , i am going to college " my voice trembled slightly, my eyes darting towards my feet.

Maa hummed .

I exited my so called house .... And released a sighed .

Still feeling exhausted , i made my way towards college .

Aaj ka din to bekar jaane vala hai ...

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Myra entered her home after a long day . She was exhausted yet delightful. Her only friend had came back in her life .

As she entered smiling , her grandmother slightly narrowing her eyes asked in harsh voice, "Why are you smiling so much ? Kahi apne baap ka naam duba kar to nhi aayi ho "

Hearing these harsh words , her steps halted , smile vanished . Each word pierced her heart more than anything.

Tears gathered in her eyes. She was questioning her character... Once again...

Did her grandmother hate her that much ..?

She froze. She knew the moment she spoke, they'd call her badtameez, besharam, muhfat — a girl who talks back. But if she stayed silent, they'd still find reasons — no manners, ignores her elders, bigdi hui ladki. Either way, she was already judged.