Third person pov
Everyone is waiting outside the hospital room. It has been 4 days since the... Incident and everyone has slowly started loosing their mind.
Some were crying, some were worrying, sone were calm but everyone was troubled and restless because of the fact that khwaish is in that hospital room right now and is getting checked.
Khwaish's health has gotten really bad. She is suffering both mentally and physically. She today only had passed out due to her fever and was immediately rushed to the hospital.
Her grandparents got to know about this and rushed to check up on her that moment itself. Only some time earlier they had arrived. Her dada nitish tiwari and dadi chandni tiwari were continuously pacing around the halls.
Worried for their poor khwaish. " What we're you all thinking, you knew my ishu had a fever but still you let ger be. I don't even know what pain she must be going through because of all of you. " Dadi spoke up, her sharp tongue doing it's work and piercing a thread in their hearts.
"Ma, we tried to take her to the hospital or let alone hospital she wasn't even leaving her room. No matter how much we tried she just stayed locked up in there, neither did she eat nor drink. " Anuj reasoned but dadi ma got even more angry.
"Why are you speaking it with such pride, it's not a good thing and couldn't you all use even a bit of force or even call us we could have helped. " She spoke, her nostrils flaring with the rage burning inside her.
She could not see her ishu in such a state. She loves khwaish very much, actually the most and dadi ma is khwaish's favorite too. She loves her grandparents by her heart and dies anything they ask her too.
" Dadi ma i am scared for ishu di. " Said aradhya hugging her dadi tightly as she hugged her back and said with a reassuring smile that, " Your khwaish di is going to be absolutely fine and be here with you in no time and you should tell your parents to help their children when in they are in a tough situation. "
Aradhya turned towards her parents and with a glare said, " Sunna aap logo ne. Jab bhi aap ka bacha dard ya pidda mein ho toh use baat karni chahiye naaki use jesa hai wese hi chod dena" She made a cute pout which lightened the mood a bit but still everyone was devastated.
Her words were true, parents would either neglect their child's pain and compare or scold or they would make the poor child uncomfortable in talking to them so they just kept quiet and let the pain be and let the wound heal without anything. Any support.
Parents would always let their child deal with their pain on their own not knowing how much it hurt.
Just then everyone's attention was on the door as they heard it click and open, the doctor walked out with a file. His expression angry. His gaze fell upon the family which was in tears and devastation was written on their faces.
The doctor cleared his throat and looked at them one more time before speaking in an angry voice. " You are such bad parents, your child has a very bad fever and on top of thet is suffering from PTSD; post-trauma disorder which has badly damaged her mental health, she needs to be given therapy as soon as possible or she might do something she would definitely regret."
Everyone was shocked upon hearing what the doctor said. " Is she going to be okay. " Asked isha in pure concern, as she felt regret take over her thoughts ' I shouldn't have doubted myself and should have broken open the door and talked to get, forced her to eat but no no o had to be that bad mother and let my daughter die in that room. " She thought to herself.
More tears flowed down her eyes as she thought of her daughters state. ' why why why did I do what I did, it's all my fault.' She blamed herself. She looked up at the doctor and finally the doctor said. " Yes, she will be okay but you all need to be really careful around her, she is in a very poor state at a very young age. "
" C- can we meet her? " Everyone finally heard rohan's voice which sounded very vulnerable and shaken, his emotions were unexplainable. His younger sister was bearing so much pain and he could do nothing to reduce it. No matter how much he banged on her door, begged her to open the door he always got the same reply, ' go away ' which broke his soul.
He was his sister's number one therapist, no matter how stupid that sounded it was true. She always shared everything and always took advice and even implied them sometimes.
His thoughts were broken when the doctor answered his question with a yes and gave them permission to meet with their little ishu.
When everyone entered inside their heart felt an pain which couldn't be described, their expression only showed dread and devastation on seeing the state khwaish was in.
Khwaish was laying on the bed, with a food pipe inserted into her. She was still unconscious, her face was the devoid of any emotion. The happy khwaish was no where to be seen. Her face was covered with a mask and beside her were many medicines and pills.
Doctors were still checking her, she looked in pain. Her face had a bit of a crease and then she let out a painful groan as tears dripped down her cheek.
Everyone got confused on seeing her but then the doctor explained, " These are the symptoms of PTSD, she will have nightmares, depression, panic attacks and many more things will happen. To know that Mr and Mrs tiwari please come to my cabin and discuss about your daughters condition. "
Upon hearing this everyone couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor teen lying on the bed remembering her pain again and again.
" Doctor we will but right next we just want to talk to her. " Said isha as she turned towards the doctor and the doctor nodded before telling the nurse to take them to his cabin when their ready and left.
Everyone looked at khwaish with sympathy as they felt bad that such a young girl was dealing with all of this.
Khwaish's eyes fluttered before opening, she looked up at her family members. her tears froze and she looked at them with no expression at all.
" Will you all stop starring at me with those sympathetic eyes, it's weird. " Her voice cold as she held back all the emotions that begged to be let free, to be out and expressed but her insecurity held her back, she thought she would e pathetic if she cried and she would get more of those sympathetic looks.
She hated feeling vulnerable, feeling helpless and that was the definition of the state she was in now. Helpless, vulnerable, weak and dependent. She hid her feelings behind a wall, a wall so strong that even if she wanted to break it she couldn't neither would anyone, even the closest person ever.
She vowed that she would never show her pain, her grief to anyone. She locked it in a cage and lost the key.
She didn't want to be dependent or bring pain to anybody. She didn't want anyone to waste anything on her.
She put up a fake smile and looked at them all again, showing fake happiness.
" Khwaish beta, I so sorry. I- i should have communicated with you. Tried to make you feel better but i- i failed. I am so sorry. " Her mother cried and this is what she meant when she said she didn't want anyone to feel pain or anything because of her.
Because it hurt her more.
" Are mumma, aap to rone lag gaye. Dekho na mai bilkul thik hu. Mere koi chota thodi na lagi hai jo ese bol rahe ho. Chalo ab rona band karo. " She reassured her with a smile while pulling her close to me and using her palu to wipe her tears.
" Khwaish, mene ese konse karam kare jo muhje tum jaisi beti mili. " isha said and khwaish got confused if she meant it in a good way or bad way. " Itni understanding beti aur itni pyari si pari ke liye mene ese konse ache karam kare." She asked God before hugging as khwaish hugged her back.
She soon pulled back and left with papa to the doctors cabin.
Isha and anuj entered the cabin as the doctor looked at them. They sat in front of his desk and he handed them a file. "As I already told your daughter is going through a mental condition or illness in which it will be very hard for her to heal. There are many symptoms and she could harm herself or anyone else if you didn't take care of herself. She will get flashbacks and There will also be many physical problems such as she will feel nausea, pain and she will also get sweaty and ger body may tremble or she might zone out. " He said.
Isha and anuj looked at each other and got extremely worried about their khwaish.
Their lovely khwaish...
Khwaish tiwaari
It has been ten days since the incident and 4 days since I got back from the hospital. I was admitted for 2 days. It was horrible, doctors came and checked me and gave my sympathetic looks making me feel petty while some doctors came and i think they were psychiatrist and tried to get me to speak or tell them what happened but failed miserably and that made me feel pure joy.
Right now I am sitting in another therapy session and this woman is nice but I still won't speak and tell them what happened. I will not tell anyone what happened. They only know that m- monica did suicide. They don't know that i saw her fall, they think I came later.
They don't know what happened to her in the house, how they tortured her and the biggest fact is that no one is doing anything to bring her to justice and that makes me rage. I know she called the polica and they did nothing because I saw the call history and the number was there. It burned me.
I want everyone dead, no I need everyone dead. Whoever did bad to her will face the wrath of khwaish tiwari. They will face death, thew will face hell and devil would be right in front of them.
" Khwaish, khwaish,... Hello " I heard a voice which made me snap out of my world of thoughts. I saw miss annaya in front of me. She is my psychiatrist and is very sweet and tries to get to know about my past life and I did tell her, not all of it only the happy scenes.
" Khwaish, come on its your time to go. Your mother is waiting for so long and calling you. " She said and I nodded before getting up and waving her bye and leaving.
I went outside and saw mumma waving at me and I went to her, we both got into the car as she started it. ” so, how was your day. " She asked and I sighed.
" Mummy, I want to meet with my friends. Do they even know about monica. " I said looking at her and she passed me a glance before looking in front again.
" They do know and I think you will have to start home school. " She said and my eyes went wide. I don't want to do home school, I want to meet my friends and talk to them. " It's for the best, beta listen you can't go to school normally and plus schools are soon going to end for you. It's just 3 years, you can deal with them right. " She said again and I gave up.
I slumped in my seat and looked outside, it had started raining, heavy raining. It reminded me of that night...
I cried and screamed and begged God why he had done this to me why had he ruined me. " What did I do to deserve this, what did she do to deserve this " I screamed at the sky which was also mourning the death of her, of my dear monica an angel.
My cries were heard by everyone and they tried to comfort me but failed. I held her close to me, to my heart, I couldn't let go and will never be able to let go. This day, this date, this night will forever haunt me.
Flashbacks came again and again. Her lifeless body. Those dead eyes staring into my soul. The blood around her. Her last words. They all came again and again to haunt me and then I saw someone.
Anika and Ashish standing there and talking to someone, I looked closer at the person they were talking to and realised it was mahesh and behind her was amolika.
My anger flared up and made it's way to my head. I burned in the fire of rage as I lost my senses.
I want to jump from the car, cut another one of his hand, chop of ashish's dick , hold anika's neck and choke her before cutting her hair and I want to pierce amolika's heart with a knife
I stare at them with anger and my mother probably notices this and looks out of the window and I hear her gasp. She drives faster and soon we reach home but my attention was on those 4 only.
They were near our street and could be seen from our house. My anger had started getting the best of me and I imagined them in vulnerable states. Bleeding, bruised, hardly breathing, crying, screaming, begging. A tinge of joy passed over me at the thought.
I felt pleasure in thinking of them in such a state But it wasn't true. If only I could make it true and get them in an even worse state. If only.
I get inside of the house and see my siblings and father chilling around the kitchen and talking.
I went to them forgetting my worries for sometime and smiling the brightest smile. They smiled back and when they looked behind me and saw mom they all started chanting the word food again and again and even I sat on the island stool and joined them in their yelling.
Mummy let out a small laugh and started cooking the food, we also stopped our chants and impatiently waited for the food. As mummy added the masalas making the food smell even good our mouths started to water.
Ding dong... The doorbell rang and aradhya ran to the door, opening it up in a quick motion and then entered dadu dadi. Aradhya hugged them and they hugged her back.
They gave been staying with us for awhile now and have said they will stay here for the month. I love them alot, I know a majority of people don't have a good connection with their father's side if the family but not me, I am inseparable from them.
My attention went to dad's gand and saw she was holding a bag and I could see inside, there are... Umm... Omg! She brought chips and my favorite burger and pasta with many other things fir us to eat.
I love her, she spoils us to literal death. "Thank you dadi!! " I yelled getting up and hugging her. She kept the ba aside and hugged me back.
My brother and sister also saw the bag and rushed to it saying a quick thank you. We three dug through the whole bag an took out everything of our mean.
Mummy saw us and glared at us, by now dada dadi had sat on the couch and were looking at us. "Are mummy insab ki kya hi zarurat thi. " Mummy said and dadu dadi waved her off.
"It's ok let the kids eat what they like. " Dadu said and smiled looking at us enjoy our yummy food.
" Meine tum logo ke liye jo khana ban aya tha ab wo kaun khayega. " She said leaning in her hip and resting her hands on them. She looks sassy.
" Hum aaj thoda jyada kha lenge tum baccho ko khane do. " Dadi said and dadu agreed and hit dad on his head making him nod in agreement too. Chahe kuch bhi ho thoda sa papa ka dar humesha rahega.
They all sat on the dinning table and ate their food while we sat on the floor eating our food and talking with each other.
I look happy but only I know the actual emotions going through me. My shaking hand due to anger.
My trembling body due to fear and grief...
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Hi, sorry for not updating for so long I just had a lot of work and I was at loss of motivation and she's going to take her revenge soon enough you just wait and watch.
Actually she's going to take her revenge next chapter only and it's going to be badass. Bitch is going to beat the shit out of them
But yeah, thanks for reading.
I'll see you in the next one.
Bye~~~