The Undefined

CHAPTER 10: The Unveiling of Pain

Father: (defensively) "She's been working hard to build her career. We will find her a suitable match soon."

Uncle: "See, Senthil, this isn't about your daughter alone. This is our family pride. Don't forget that."

Mother:(frustrated) "You think we don't care about the family's reputation? We're doing our best to find a solution."

Aunt:"Well, your best isn't good enough. She's a grown woman now, and her actions reflect on all of us."

Father: "We are handling it. Vrindha has been through a lot, and we need to support her, not tear her down."

Vrindha pulled the covers over her head, trying to block out the noise. She felt trapped, caught between her family's expectations and the painful reality of her own failures. As she lay there, tears welled up in her eyes. The world beyond the NGO seemed more daunting than ever.

The very thought of marriage was terrifying for Vrindha. She had always believed that marriage was not her cup of tea and that anyone who married her would be ruined because of her. She felt utterly unprepared for such a commitment, and the pressure from her family only intensified her anxiety.

In the solitude of her room, Vrindha felt a crushing loneliness. She knew she needed to find a way to move forward, but at that moment, it seemed like an impossible task. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty and fear, and she had no idea where to begin.

Vrindha stepped into the quiet, dimly lit hallway of her home, the weight of her recent ordeal pressing down on her like an iron mantle. She tried to steady her breathing, but the sobs threatened to escape with every shaky inhale. As she approached her room, she nearly bumped into her cousin, Meera, who had been waiting for her.

Meera: "Vrindha, what really happened?"

The question cut through Vrindha's fragile composure. She broke down, the tears she had held back bursting forth in a torrent. She cried silently, yet each sob was a heart-wrenching sound that filled the space between them. Meera wrapped her arms around Vrindha, letting the poor soul vent her anguish.

Meera understand the seriousness and dragged the broken soul into the room and locked it inside.

Meera: Now tell me, what happened?

Vrindha's body trembled as she spoke, her voice choked with grief.

Vrindha: "You know how much I was worried about the mistakes I have done. The NGO gave me a chance to atone for those mistakes. Now they've thrown me out."

Meera: "What? Why?"

Vrindha: "I made a grave mistake, but I never thought he could punish me like this. He could have better taken my life."

Meera: "Hey, why are you talking like that?"

Vrindha's eyes were wide and filled with pain as she revealed her neck.

Vrindha: "I thought this act would make him realize my angst and dedication to the organization... But he threw me away... Uggghhh..."

She buried her face into a pillow, her scream muffled but still piercing. Meera hugged her tightly, trying to provide a sense of comfort, though she knew it was impossible to soothe the burning grief within Vrindha.

Meera handed Vrindha a glass of water, but Vrindha refused it, her hands shaking as she set it down.

Vrindha: "I don't want it. How could he do this to me?"

Her voice was a roar, filled with rage and betrayal. Meera looked at her helplessly, unable to find the words to console her.

Meera: "Vrindha, I, I..."

Vrindha: "It's okay, Meera... You don't have to look over this mess. Just leave me alone."

Meera: "Are you sure? What if..."

Vrindha: "Don't worry. Even if I attempt... Yama Dharma is clearly not interested in me. I am so tired of trying. I won't... Be rest assured."

She affirmed her words with a hollow certainty. Meera, though reluctant, left the room, feeling helpless.

Alone, Vrindha turned to face the mirror. She stared at the reflection, seeing a face that now seemed foreign to her. She moved closer, her fingers gently caressing the image.

Vrindha: "Adi... Why did you leave me?"

Her voice was a whisper, filled with sorrow. Her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke to the reflection, her voice breaking.

Vrindha: "I'm sorry for what I did. I was always aware of your true self. Yet, I don't know what devil in me spoke like that. I should have celebrated the news you told me... I was the first person you told, though I already knew. You came out of the closet, and yet I ruined you... I killed you... I'm a f...ing killer... I killed you..."

Her voice, strained from the stitches, was barely above a whisper, yet the words carried a weight that crushed her spirit. She collapsed to the floor, her body racked with sobs. Each tear seemed to pull from the deepest part of her soul, her every cell crying out for the one she had lost.

Adi's death had flashed everywhere on the TV screens, a car accident that had shattered her world. It had been five years since that terrible day, five long years filled with regret and self-loathing. She had never forgiven herself, never moved past the moment that had changed everything.

Vrindha: "Please come back. Or take me with you. Won't you come back? You like teasing me , right? See, I am a mess now. Come back, tease me, Say I look like a joker or something...Please.....

Her words to her very own messy face in the mirror.

Her words were a plea, a desperate cry to the void. She clung to the memory of Adi, refusing to let go, even as the pain threatened to consume her.

Her helpless words echoed in the empty room, a stark reminder of the grief and guilt that had become her constant companions. She lay there, her tears soaking into the carpet, her heart heavy with sorrow.

No matter what anyone said, she would wait for Adi's return. In her mind, there was no other choice. The tears continued to flow, a silent testament to the depth of her pain and the unresolved wounds that time could not heal.

In the solitude of her room, Vrindha's tears finally slowed, leaving her feeling drained and hollow. She knew she had to find a way forward, but for now, she allowed herself to be lost in the memories, seeking comfort in the past even as it tormented her.

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As she lay there, Vrindha's thoughts drifted back to the last conversation she had with Adi, the words they exchanged replaying in her mind like a cruel, never-ending loop. She had always known Adi's true self, had loved him deeply for it. But in a moment of weakness, she had said things she could never take back.

Her words in the room were not really a cry or a lament.. Those were words she wanted to tell him....She wish he could hear her and be with her like before .But the realisation only could hit her again and again....and those words couldn't stop coming from her.

Vrindha: "I killed you, Adi... I killed you with my words. I was supposed to be there for you, and I failed. I'm so sorry."

Her voice broke as she spoke to the empty room, her eyes staring blankly ahead. She could still see Adi's face, hear his laughter, feel his presence. But he was gone, and she was left with the unbearable weight of her guilt.

Vrindha: "Please, come back. Or take me with you. I don't know how to live without you."

Her sobs grew quieter, more exhausted, until they finally ceased. She lay there, her body shaking with the remnants of her grief, her heart aching with a pain that would never fully heal. But even in her darkest moments, a small, flickering hope remained. A hope that one day, she would find him to forgive her,release her from this guilt and maybe, just maybe, find a way to live again.

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To be continued.....

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