The man of my dreams

Chapter 15

It has been two hours since that man went out and all my cousins are teasing me with his name... And then I came to know what his name is... His name is Rahul Desale and he is my Rahul, my love, my destiny, the man of my dreams...

The night approaches and I still can't look at dadda after the things that happened in the morning... He will be so disappointed in me... And then the most dreaded time approaches, the sleeping time...

I, mumma, Sharanya and dadda get to our room and lay on our mattresses. Then, dadda speaks, "Do you know Rani, your daughter is growing day by day... Do you know what she did today?"

I can already feel the tears in his eyes... Mumma stiffens besides me and asks, "No. What did she do?"

"She gave her first kiss to him... To someone who is not her husband... Is this what we taught her? Did we become this old only to see a day like this?"

"It was not my first kiss," I interrupt dadda and mumma gasps beside me and slaps me hard. She grips my hair tightly and yanks me towards her. I close my eyes and tears fall from them.

She asks, "To whom did you give your first kiss? Didn't you know that it is something so pure, that you should have saved it for your husband? How did you become like this? Is this what we taught you?" She asks, slapping me repeatedly... I can hear Sharanya crying besides dadda. She must have reached to him when mumma was hitting me...

I look at mumma and say, "This was your mistake... You didn't teach me anything... And you dadda? You act like a cool father... Couldn't you teach me what happens when a man touches a woman? It was only when that old man kissed me that I knew that something wrong was happening with me... I started avoiding him, the man who was husband of my teacher... and it was when that peon of my tutorials tried to touch my bare breast, I sensed that something was wrong and I complained to the authorities... Of what? God knows what... Yes, it was not my first kiss... It was my third... Because two people took my kisses and I knew nothing of it... Because both of you didn't teach me anything... Why? Why? Why didn't you teach me anything? You should have taught me... How the people of Mumbai are... But no, you didn't," the four of us are crying till now...

We quickly kiss each other and go to sleep. The next day, I leave for going to hostel and live my everyday life there... I have to complete all my stories in these two months and I have also informed the parents of my students... They are literally crying when I tell them that I can't teach their children anymore...

My next two months are really hard... I take all my M.Sc material and donate them to a library and transfer the 21,37,432 Rs. to dadda's account... It may help during Sharanya's marriage... Tomorrow, the exams of my last student batch will be completed and till those little students will even reach their home, I will have my engagement ring on my ring finger...

Mumma and dadda still can't believe that something like that happened with me. They call everyday to ask if I am okay or not... It sometimes annoys me but most of the times, I feel regret... Regret of taking birth in a country like India, as a woman, regret that my parents didn't abort me when the doctor told them that I am a girl in mumma's fifth month pregnancy by illegal means, regret for not getting killed after my birth, regret for being on this earth...

I get relief only at night... In my dreams. I don't see anything, just his face... I like the way he smiles at me in my dreams, sometimes he winks, sometimes flirts but thankfully, the dream ends there itself... Many a times he is just listening to music and then he feels my gaze, looks up and winks at me... And once he was wearing sunglasses in my dream and was looking so handsome...

Now, he is the only meaningful person in my mind... Nothing matters anymore... It's only him.





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This chapter was difficult for me to write... Many of my true feelings were included in this chapter. Hope I could depict my at lease 1% feelings to you readers... Thank you