17-10-2022, 03:17 PM
Indian Princess
Black Mirror
It was a cold winter night. The sound of the roaring cold wind tore through the silence of the night. It was just as cold and bitter as Nandini’s life had become. The 45 year old woman sat in the room of her bungalow sipping wine. Her face was weary, not so much from age as much from grief. Another tear drop rolled down her cheek from her red swollen eyes. The grief of losing her young son was tearing her heart apart. It was like the world had ended for her, at least everything that was good about the world was over. All she was left with was immense anguish due to loss of her son.
She could hear her daughter singing in the next room. Her voice stung Nandini’s ears like poison darts. She tried not to react but couldn’t hold herself back for too long. She got up and stormed into her daughter’s room.
“So you are very happy after killing my Nishant, aren’t you?” Nandini said bitterly.
Alisha was visibly hurt. “Why do you keep saying that mom?” she said with a distressed expression, “I didn’t kill him.”
“Don’t dare you call me Mom!” Nandini growled, “I am not your mom, hell, I despise that creature that gave birth to you. I brought you to my house, hoping to give you and a good life, and in return you ruined mine! I should have brought home a dog instead.”
Alisha broke into tears. “Please don’t say that mom” she said.
“Save your fake tears and drama for someone who believes your nonsense.” Nandini said and left the room.
Nandini went back to her room. She looked at her empty glass and yelled, “Bertha! Get me another bottle.”
A faithful maid brought in another bottle of wine for her, and poured some of it into her glass.
“May I say something Mistress?” Bertha humbly asked.
“What is it?” Nandini said.
“It is indeed sad, what happened to Nishant. But I feel you shouldn’t blame Alisha for it. I have served in this household for seventeen years. From what I know about Alisha, she is a good girl and would not have deliberately hurt anyone. Even the security officer investigation confirmed that Nishant’s death was an accident. He tripped and hit his head against the table, the wound was such, the security officer had clearly ruled out the possibility of murder. Besides, Nishant was physically much stronger for Alisha to have hurt him. His death was an unfortunate accident.” Bertha said.
Nandini was furious to hear that. “What do you mean accident?” she shouted, “That bitch Alisha killed him. I was at home that day. I heard his scream and went upstairs. She was in the same room with him, God knows what she was doing there. That shameless bitch would have shed all dignity and opened her legs for him. Nishant often told me how she made lewd gestures and how desperately she wanted to bed him. And when she failed to seduce him, she killed him. She wanted the property and I know she’d do anything for that. That’s how these lowlife bitches show their true colors when raised in a wealthy family..”
Nandini took a long pause after that and continued. “He was my son Bertha, my only son! Do you know how it feels like to lose a young child? That day I saw him lying on the floor with a bleeding wound on his head, I held him in my arms and he pointed towards Alisha, and he died before he could say anything” Nandini broke into tears, “He died in my arms, in these very arms and I could do nothing about it...he pointed at her before dying, people don’t lie in their last moments...I am sure she...”
“I am really sorry Mistress” Bertha interrupted, “But you must overcome it. Alisha needs you. She has been very depressed lately. She sings because it helps her lighten the burden of her heart. But she is just an innocent little girl who craves for the love of her mother. Please don’t let grief and bitterness get the better of you, blaming Alisha for what happened will not get you your son back, it will only take your daughter away from you.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Nandini yelled, “I don’t need any advice from you. You are a servant, and you’d better mind your place. Now get lost and don’t show me your face again.”
Bertha quietly left the room leaving Nandini with her bitterness and grief. Nandini sat back on the chair and tried to think about the happy times, when everything was beautiful, there was sunshine and hope for her bright future. Nandini was happily married to a wealthy man, and a son was born soon after their marriage. Her second pregnancy however led to miscarriage and a complication such that she wouldn’t be able to bear anymore children. Nandini was grieving the loss of her unborn child. Her husband was a kind hearted person and craved for a daughter. After Nandini’s miscarriage he discussed with her regarding adoption a daughter. Nandini gladly accepted and Alisha came into the family. Everything was so peaceful, like a dream, till the dream was rudely disrupted by the sudden death of Nandini’s husband. She now has the responsibility of two children, which she found more and more burdening with each passing day. She was unable to feel the same for Alisha, and gradually distanced herself from the orphan. Now times were so hard for her, losing the people she loved the most. It was so painful and she was so tired. She fell asleep.
Black Mirror
It was a cold winter night. The sound of the roaring cold wind tore through the silence of the night. It was just as cold and bitter as Nandini’s life had become. The 45 year old woman sat in the room of her bungalow sipping wine. Her face was weary, not so much from age as much from grief. Another tear drop rolled down her cheek from her red swollen eyes. The grief of losing her young son was tearing her heart apart. It was like the world had ended for her, at least everything that was good about the world was over. All she was left with was immense anguish due to loss of her son.
She could hear her daughter singing in the next room. Her voice stung Nandini’s ears like poison darts. She tried not to react but couldn’t hold herself back for too long. She got up and stormed into her daughter’s room.
“So you are very happy after killing my Nishant, aren’t you?” Nandini said bitterly.
Alisha was visibly hurt. “Why do you keep saying that mom?” she said with a distressed expression, “I didn’t kill him.”
“Don’t dare you call me Mom!” Nandini growled, “I am not your mom, hell, I despise that creature that gave birth to you. I brought you to my house, hoping to give you and a good life, and in return you ruined mine! I should have brought home a dog instead.”
Alisha broke into tears. “Please don’t say that mom” she said.
“Save your fake tears and drama for someone who believes your nonsense.” Nandini said and left the room.
Nandini went back to her room. She looked at her empty glass and yelled, “Bertha! Get me another bottle.”
A faithful maid brought in another bottle of wine for her, and poured some of it into her glass.
“May I say something Mistress?” Bertha humbly asked.
“What is it?” Nandini said.
“It is indeed sad, what happened to Nishant. But I feel you shouldn’t blame Alisha for it. I have served in this household for seventeen years. From what I know about Alisha, she is a good girl and would not have deliberately hurt anyone. Even the security officer investigation confirmed that Nishant’s death was an accident. He tripped and hit his head against the table, the wound was such, the security officer had clearly ruled out the possibility of murder. Besides, Nishant was physically much stronger for Alisha to have hurt him. His death was an unfortunate accident.” Bertha said.
Nandini was furious to hear that. “What do you mean accident?” she shouted, “That bitch Alisha killed him. I was at home that day. I heard his scream and went upstairs. She was in the same room with him, God knows what she was doing there. That shameless bitch would have shed all dignity and opened her legs for him. Nishant often told me how she made lewd gestures and how desperately she wanted to bed him. And when she failed to seduce him, she killed him. She wanted the property and I know she’d do anything for that. That’s how these lowlife bitches show their true colors when raised in a wealthy family..”
Nandini took a long pause after that and continued. “He was my son Bertha, my only son! Do you know how it feels like to lose a young child? That day I saw him lying on the floor with a bleeding wound on his head, I held him in my arms and he pointed towards Alisha, and he died before he could say anything” Nandini broke into tears, “He died in my arms, in these very arms and I could do nothing about it...he pointed at her before dying, people don’t lie in their last moments...I am sure she...”
“I am really sorry Mistress” Bertha interrupted, “But you must overcome it. Alisha needs you. She has been very depressed lately. She sings because it helps her lighten the burden of her heart. But she is just an innocent little girl who craves for the love of her mother. Please don’t let grief and bitterness get the better of you, blaming Alisha for what happened will not get you your son back, it will only take your daughter away from you.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Nandini yelled, “I don’t need any advice from you. You are a servant, and you’d better mind your place. Now get lost and don’t show me your face again.”
Bertha quietly left the room leaving Nandini with her bitterness and grief. Nandini sat back on the chair and tried to think about the happy times, when everything was beautiful, there was sunshine and hope for her bright future. Nandini was happily married to a wealthy man, and a son was born soon after their marriage. Her second pregnancy however led to miscarriage and a complication such that she wouldn’t be able to bear anymore children. Nandini was grieving the loss of her unborn child. Her husband was a kind hearted person and craved for a daughter. After Nandini’s miscarriage he discussed with her regarding adoption a daughter. Nandini gladly accepted and Alisha came into the family. Everything was so peaceful, like a dream, till the dream was rudely disrupted by the sudden death of Nandini’s husband. She now has the responsibility of two children, which she found more and more burdening with each passing day. She was unable to feel the same for Alisha, and gradually distanced herself from the orphan. Now times were so hard for her, losing the people she loved the most. It was so painful and she was so tired. She fell asleep.
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