13 Surprise

Weeks had passed by since the incident. My hatred for him rose but calmed down when I drew him again and again in my drawing book. Pouring out my anger and it resulted into a different zeal.

Instead of drawing a donkey, I drew a full-fledged Samarth Gupta but additionally naked, only the balls were left to draw. I laughed looking at the picture.

Keeping that area vacant, I moved to the next page.

I drew him again and this time, I added a towel covering the lower portion. My hands automatically worked as I continued imagining him holding me. The next moment, when I looked at the drawing, I was cheesed off at myself.

“How could I draw such exquisite eyes of mine? Ogling him?” The picture said so. I was disgusted at myself for drawing him so efficiently and beautifully.

I envisioned two little fairies Good and Evil on each side of my shoulder, sitting and counselling me.

Good murmurs milky and softly “Isn’t he full of love? he picks you, takes you, cares you.”

Evil intervenes “Do not forget he insulted you.”

I nodded and turned at Good.

“But he gives you warm.” I nodded and turned back at Evil.

“Remember he told you, faking pain…He is harsh, cold…” I nodded again and looked at Good.

Good softened her eyes and she was about to cry, I stared at Evil who was boiling in red. So, both showed their emotions and I stood befogged in between them.

Kicking them out of my thoughts, I focused on the positive things of my life

The previous weeks had been turmoil for me.

On the other hand, my mom put no care in her daughter’s wishes, she envisaged a different zone of excitement, eager to see me in a red glamouring wedding dress and an ostentatious arrangement on my special day. Her dreams knew no bounds. She already imagined the names of my children.

Her idea of happiness is to get married soon, bear a child, and led a family. Of course, she wanted me to be successful on a singing stage but not on a YouTube platform.

She hates that shit and I can’t help.

I uploaded a 2 min music video last month and it didn’t make much money, but I received attention, male viewers commented,

“Can you please show your face? You must be hot.” To which I replied “lovely like a terrible Bellatrix Lestrange”

Funny is not it?

Amber light poured on my face like a spilled scotch and at this moment I knew what I was missing. Another day, another morning, and yet no one was standing next to my bed saying “your royal highness, here is your tea. ” Things had changed these days,

“Days are gone when mom treats me like a real daughter and dad cares for me like a princess.”

How pathetic my life had turned into!

I grabbed the toothbrush and slid inside the washroom.

Getting down on the stairs, I entered the kitchen, my mom was making parathas and without looking at me, she began lecturing……

“Do you know parathas have to be round instead of square?”

“Not a concern mom, just needs to go to the belly.”

“You need to start to learn things from now, cooking is an integral part of a woman’s life.”

She began again……

All her baseless advice went on deaf ears because I concentrated on brewing my tea.

While returning to my room, daddy called me.

He asked me to get ready within 1 hour. told further to wear a formal, neat dress. I asked him the reason but he said “it is a surprise.” I had this weird creepy thought what if it was not a surprise but a trap?

I remembered in my childhood; my father allured me with a bar of chocolate and told me I will take him to a good place. I resisted home is good but he allured me further saying

“It is a cloud house in the sky, we will go by plane…you will see rainbow rivers and chocolate roads. Tom and Jerry will be your friends….and so on.”

I too childishly believed that it would be a cloud castle, a whole new dreamy world, and I might find all my cartoon friends but when I reached it,

my creamy dreamy world was nothing but a fortified unfancy building having a rusted door. I saw children like little tadpoles entering there, half of them crying and smiling.

“Daddy, what is it?”

“School.”

This destroyed my dreams of rainbow cakes. From then onwards, I believed a surprise is nothing but a trap.

I pleaded like hell and forced him to tell me where he was taking me.

“Office.” He spoke.

“Oh, I see…a petty surprise seems so.” I returned to my room to be ready within 1 hour.

He was taking me to his office.

I recalled one day he was speaking to some of his colleagues or seniors to get me into training or a job for gathering some experience because I knew he does not like me sitting in my room and spending hours singing on the YouTube stage.

He scolded me once for not applying for any job and possibly that’s why he was taking me to his office.

There was nothing wrong with it. Going office would be a lesser pain rather than listening to mom’s trifling chitter chatter.

The storm of getting married had taken an archetypal substitution in my mother.

She began teaching me how to cook, how to sweep, and how to mop.

Grievously, she was not teaching how to romance, the focal point of my discussion.

Moving on, I chose a red outfit, finding it sufficiently formal, disciplined, and like a femme fatale, mixed of kinda classy and crazy, sassy, and bold.

My mom interrupted in middle, persisting me to dress like spring, poppies, and blithering in types,

I had to make her understand that I was not attending any wedding.

Reaching the office, I reacted “What the heck?”

The farther I was trying to stay away, the closer it came.

I looked at the sky. “Where are the angels of God? Is it too difficult to come down and save me?”

I cursed myself!