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《SHRUTIKA POV 》

My cheeks were burning, but my eyes were not ready to show any sort of pain like, it was out of stock, or were just tired of crying.             

You are a disappointment!" My father yelled his as usual dialogue.

I am use to it now and I seriously think he need new lines.

He threw result on my face "See you brother" and turned towards my brother who was standing right next to him and patted his shoulder "Your brother is a topper. The Elite School of business is also ready to take him in, but you" he turned towards me "you are a disappointment." He said and shook his head.

My mother, who was looking towards me, with nothing but hate, disgust and regret-of having me in her life, in her eyes.

I was never enough, they never saw how hard I worked.

OK! I accept it that, neither I am as intelligent as my older brother nor a boy, but I am their daughter.

I am their daughter!

I just hate being here.

My brother was giving me a sympathy look aka mocking me, as if I don't know he is the reason of this miserable state.

I hate him!!

I bet that in 5 second he will say 'Dad, let it go. She has really improved her grades, bla...bla...bla...'

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"Dad, please let it go, she is really trying." See, I said it.

I rolled my eyes, then again, a sharp slap landed on my left cheeks. I bet it definitely left a mark.

"You," Her mother gritted her teeth "How dare you roll your eyes? Where  are your manners?" she shouted.

It hurts!

It hurts a lot.

I want to cry badly, but in front of them. NEVER!

Never!

They don't deserve my tears.

I just want to go back to my room and hug my pillow, complain to my diary-about whatever happen today.

My pillow and diary are my best friend. They don't judge me, if I'll cry or complain.

Everything in this room- paintings, vase, the result which was laying on the floor near my feet, those eyes were mocking me, making me feel disgusting.

I hate everything and everyone.

I looked directly into my brother's eyes. Thanking him for ruining my day.

He showed his result to father and guess 'what?'. My father remembered he has a daughter too and asked for my result, and as usual. He wasn't satisfied from my result.

"Eyes. down!" My father ordered "Don't forget, you got admission in that school because of your brother. So, respect him."

'Oh Really!' I want to shout it out aloud, but my throat betrayed me.

I got admission because of my talent of singing, especially under music quota.

Thank God! I was a good singer and pianist. But they never admire me for this, they say that it is waste of time rather than I should utilize that time doing study.

They never get it and never will.

"Why are you so difficult Shrutika? Why can't you be just normal like your brother?" My mom complained.

Father took a deep breath and said "Go back to your room!"

I literally ran towards my room, the safest place in my house that would never mock at me. My safest place.

The safest place for most of the children are their mother's lap, but that's my bad-worst-worstest nightmare.

I closed door softly, not wanting another lecture.

My parent's voice was revolving in my mind.

'Why can't you be just normal?'

'You are a disappointment'

'Why are you so difficult Shrutika?"

Why?

Why?

I put hand on my ears while whisper-begging "Please! Just please stop!"

I don't know, for how much time I was sitting in the darkest corner of my room with heavy heart, begging and sobbing to stop!

I hugged myself but it was cold, cold everywhere.

Those eyes were looking at me with disappointment and hatred in them, like, they were mocking me for not being as smart as my brother, not stand up to the expectation of my parents.

Those eyes were looking at me.

A loud knock of my door sent away those eyes back to their respected owners.

I stood up, make myself presentable and open the door.

I saw my brother standing with ice pack.

I give him bored look.

He opens his mouth and then closed it without saying any saying word. Irritation spread all over me.

"WHAT!" She whispered yelled, not want another lecture of manners.

"You scored nice, better than your previous one." He spoke.

Oh! My bad, I forgot to mention that rubbing salt on my wounds, is his one of his most favourite habits.

Old mewould be so happy after listening this from him but now I can only feel hatefor him in my heart. Every word he said was like sweetest venom, that was corrupting my life slowly yet painfully.

Key word: Venom, painfully.

Yes, it's all because of him we came back here but for everyone, it's me. I always have to carry his burden onto my shoulder.

The most, I hate in him was his eyes- which can deceive anyone.

I trusted him, as my brother, as my only friend, as my only secret keeper, huh! But in return what he does....

I don't even want to think about it but whenever his face come in front of my eyes, everything that happen in Delhi start, repeat telecasting, in my mind.

"I am sorry!" He spoke.

I thank God every day, after that day because he showed me how dangerous and venomous my brother was.

"So" I said while raising my left eyebrow.

What the hell is he planning now?

"I- Your face." He gives me the ice pack "Apply, it will help you."

I took that icepack and shut the door right on his face.

Oh God! I love this feeling, shutting door on his face, really.

I want to do it once more.

But, umm, leave it.

I dropped my self on bed and put ice pack on my cheek.

I won't lie by saying it doesn't hurt, it does, badly.

I hope so first day of new school be good.

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