With you Forever

CHAPTER:- 11

Ishita's Pov

Forever - The word has become a joke now a days. Anybody use it anytime and forgot the word next time, as if it never existed.

Well, that's the truth - forever is just a myth. The sooner you will realise it, the better your life will be.

And, I understood the truth a little earlier than others. All thanks to life! I was always the special child to life. It loved me too much to reward me with all its lessons. From a tender age, I was taught with the life lessons, that could never be erased from my mind. All thanks to the people surrounding me. They never stopped reminding me about their fakeness and automatically life repeated its lessons.

And then my childhood passed.

At the age of adulthood, we normally felt the strange energy to experience everything. From alcohol to rash drive, we took everything as a joke. We felt like ruling the world, until we found ourselves as the subject of these addiction.

Love was no different.

Well, there was really nothing called love. Even if it is, then it's not forever. Love is just a misconception, created by human to hide their lust beneath it.

The biggest example was my father.

He loved my biological mother, who died after an hour of giving me birth. And an week later, my father married again for my sake, giving an excuse I need love and care. What more lies could he feed me! Can't I see the truth?

All I got from my step mother was look of envy and abuse by physical and verbal ways.

But these were long stories, I had put an end to these memories.

I lied on the chair and thought about today's happenings.

A smile automatically broke into my lips, as I recalled the moments I spent with Aahan. It was something I can't describe.

There were something, that better to be left unsaid. Because we lack words to define them. Those undefined relationships are the best thing happened to us.

I was happy today. I was not faking the smile, they were reflecting my true emotions. And maybe it was after a long time.

Then how can I smile freely? Won't that be injustice to God!

So he plotted his side of plan and ended the day with the usual note.

I recalled the moment that happened at office. It was during the time of my deparature from there.

Flashback

Aah... Such a hectic day. I thought. I was wrapping my works up. There was no more work left as tomorrow was Sunday.

Packing my things, I turned the computer off. I put the bag over my shoulder and walked out of my cubicle.

I saw the elevator door was closing.

Aah... Again I have to wait for it.

Well, don't eye me like that. Unlike the mighty Aahan Choudhry, I won't run in front of whole staff. That was so embarrassing. And I can't be like him, he is just an exclusively extrovert brat!

But he has a good heart too.

I could tell by looking at him only. He loved to share his happiness. He was just an angel.

I again smiled and shook my head at my silliness.

Holding my bag, I stood near the elevator. I was already impatient. All I wanted at that moment was to run into my apartment and slept there till tomorrow noon.

Yes, I lived in an apartment. I paid for my expenses. And I was a scholarship student too. I had never dependend on my father from the time I had got my matriculation certificate.

My father, Mr. Rudra Verma was the famous industrialist, who had everything and everyone impressed by him. He had the power and he ruled the world of business. Being the owner of Verma Pvt. Ltd., he had the power to move the administration and legislation in his own way. And the twisted way had it's own rule to make his everything justified in the eyes of judiciary. But yeah, I had to agree that he had worked hard. Definitely it was not his fault that everything related to administration here demanded the twisted ways.

Nevertheless, his business spread over in India and overseas. And his sign of success was the mansion he had made. It was his pride, maybe more dear to him than anything. The mansion screamed royalty and it was his sign of power.

And next to his business and mansion, I came in his list of pride. I was just a liability to him. I felt like an antique show piece that needed to be preserved in his mansion to show the world. And there was nothing more to our relation.

We were never like a normal father and daughter.

I was always his pride and I had to shape myself to remain forever as his pride.

But, everything started to suffocate me.

I hated when my step-mother eyed me in disgust, as if I was an outsider, snatching her son's right.

Then slowly I became frustrated and I started to earn for myself. After I got my graduation degree, I made myself strong enough to move out of his mansion. I came out to live my life in my own terms.

And the reason why I was working here... Well maybe it was a story of another day. Or maybe I have to reveal the story soon.

Finally, I got the elevator. I was about to enter inside, when I heard someone calling me from behind. I turned around to find Uncle Sachet. Well, he was my father's personal assistant.

"Ishu Beta! Are you going to home?" He asked. Well when I introduced him as father's personal assistant, I meant too personal, or should I say personal enough to know that I am his boss' daughter.

"Yes, Uncle. I am done with the new project's work. Is there anything more left?" I asked politely. But the inside me was desperate to get my me time at home.

"No, Beta. Don't trouble yourself with so much work." He said with a smile. I relaxed. So there is no more work. Yay! The inner me dance in joy, but the joy was temporary. His next sentence took away the calmness I had at that moment. "Sir is calling you, beta." He said.

"Why?" I asked. The politeness was long gone.

"He wants to talk..." He tried to explain his boss.

But I was not in a mood to here the same rant again. "Uncle, Please. I respect you, because you are a good human being. But you know everything about the relation I share with my father. You know that we never talk like normal father and daughter. Either I argue or he blackmails. So please cut the crap and tell me why he wants to meet me?" I was rude and I knew it. But I couldn't help my outburst.

"There is a party thrown by a famous industrialist. We got the sudden invitation. They are very close friend of him. Sir wants you to accompany with all of them, as a family." He added the last part, stammering a little. I chuckled a little.

"Tell him that I am not a puppet to be show off. He has a lovely family. I don't want to break the peace. Now please, excuse me." I sternly said, Uncle Sachet looked at me in fear.

Without sparing him another glance, I went inside the elevator. For a moment, I didn't care whether my behavior was rude or not.

I had shown enough manner to everyone. Now that I was tired, I couldn't help myself too. People had always taken advantage of my silence and I regretted.

Let me be myself and let the world think whatever it think!

I can't control anybody's thought about me. So I won't give anyone the right to affect my thoughts too.

The elevator door closed, and my vision turned blurry, as the tears made their space into my eyes' pupils.

It must be a few seconds, when I heard the 'ding' sound, indicating the arrival of ground floor. The door opened revealing a large crowd in front of me. Everyone was just so desperate to move into their home.

Home - the thing I have never experienced truly. For me it was just only an apartment. I am glad that I could afford it by my own earning.

I harshly wiped my tears and moved out of the office.

Coming back to home, I threw my bag on the bean bag and sat right there on the floor.

And here, I was now thinking about this incident again. Human had this useless tendency to not forget things, that hurt them every minute.

Flashback end.

Family! I chuckled bitterly.

Do my father even know what a family is?

A family that eat together and stay together.

While I neither eat with them nor do I stay with them.

Then how I became his family? Just because he was my mother's husband and my biological father, that didn't give him the right to interfere in whatever thing I am doing.

And about he being my biological father, I was already paying for this. I chuckled as the memory lane replayed the events in my mind.

"Ishita! You are not earning from when you are born. You started to earn in part time after your matriculation only. Till that time, I have paid all your expenses." Mr. Rudra Verma spoke in his usual horse voice.

"So you are asking me to repent you for this?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes. And for that I only have one condition. You have to work in our company. And this is not a choice, but only option to you. You can at least do this for me spending on you." He added. The firmness in his tone left me speechless.

"I can't believe this, Dad. Out of all the people you are saying this! What am I for you? An investment project?" I asked in teary eyed. Was he really my father! Am I really a burden on him!

"Ishita! I don't think I need to give explanations to you. You are working for my company and that's it." He remained firm in his decision.

"Alright, Mr. Rudra Verma! I accept your offer, Sir." I added the last word, carrying so much grief in my heart. Rudra Verma looked at me with different emotions in his eyes. "What! I will work for you, Sir. But from now on, you are not my father. For me, you are only the man who invested in my education." I declared and moved out of that mansion. From that day, I never went there and worked in his office as an employee. Instead of using his name as a privilege, I grabbed the job with my own capabilities.

I wiped the lone tear, that escaped without my permission.

No, I can't cry.

I was a fighter. I fought with every odds in my life. Alone.

Why should I cry? How could I cry?

Everyone says I am strong enough to stay alone, earn on my own and live happily. I don't need anybody's help. I am self-independent. So why would I cry over any petty issue!

The pain has become a part of my life. And I have been used to it.

I tightened my hold around my own wrist and tried to breath in and out. "No, No. I am strong. I am happy. There is no pain." I shouted to myself, and the next moment I screamed.

I screamed as a mad woman.

I hit myself with the pillow and stuffed my face in it.

No, I can't cry.

But, as if at that moment, I had stopped listening to my inner consciousness.

I screamed. I cried. I palmed my mouth to suppress any sound.

And it continued for hours.

I really had no idea why I was crying! I didn't know why was I feeling pain?

It was unbearable. And I couldn't help myself to come out of it.

To be continued...