Middle class (alternative ending )

Dhriti pov

Things passed for day like that only, I didn't mind anything at all I just avoided my husband and try not to come in front of her.

I remember him telling me on the suhagraat that he married me just because of he wanted someone to handle the work load of his house and not to be much demanding as he already had a lot in his plate being the eldest son of the family.

I was disappointed but I went wth the flow but I didn't knew he still has the same thing I'm his head, I do my task of the house with practice ease and I can't help but feel bitter looking at megha, I know he doesn't see her in that way but I couldn't control myself when he accused me like that.

Making the tea I see from the window my daughter laughing and holding hand with a boy outside, the way her cheeks heated red, her glances at boy.

The fear of her doing or getting in the wrong hand crept me, I walked out of the kitchen, I held her hand while she looked at me shocked, taking her straight in the room.

"Kya kar rahi thi tu huh apne de tere papa ko batti hu tuje mai " She looks at me and speak " Kya batu gi huh mera friend hai vo "

"Toh itna chipak ke baat krne ke kya jarurat thi " I accused her " Oh please maa gav nahi hai yeh friend hai vo mera stop being nosy " Gav gav sab hi mujhe bolte rehte hai, iska yeh matlab kuch nahi pata mujhe.

"Tameej se baat kra kar tu mujhse " I say to her in calm voice "Deserve krti ho aap " She shouted at me.

I slap her with anger how dare she behave like this with me I will not take it, "Bhabhi kya kr rahi ho" Says megha coming inside the room and she hugs sara.

'Chachi dekho na mummy kese maar rahi hai " My daughter says to her looking at her like this makes me anger and jealous I feel she is making me away from my daughter as well.

"Tum durr raho megha " I point finger at her but she doesn't back down, I try to move to sara " Chachi mama mere friend ko mera bf bata kr maar rahi mujhe " Sara complains to her.

"Bhabhi please bachi hai vo " Megha says and I couldn't hold back " Tum dur raho meri beti samajhi beech mat aao" But looking at sara not leaving her I leave feeling rage and tears come out of my eyes, koi ni samjhata mujhe.

After serving dinner I move back to the room, my husband is down sitting with hall enjoying family time, I sometimes feel this is not my house, these are not my people even after twenty years in this family.

I sit on the bed I see him coming and he sit near me, "Dhrithi " He says my name amd I wince and close my eyes it felt like ages since he called my name with love.

"Tumhari beti ko chada ke rakho sarr par tum" I speak in low voice to him, he looked annoyed " Aage jayegi na sasural sari akal thikane aa jayegi apne pati ke ghar mai "

"Ese kisi ke ghar ma shadi nahi krunga mai apni beti Or vo bhot choti hai smjhi " He snap at me " Choti choti krte raho or chada lo sar pr abhi se haal hai uske aage kya kya kregi " I say this to him.

"Tu hmarai beti ko bolna band kregi, mujhe gussa mat dila faltu ka, usne batay mujhe kese mara tune usse" I look at him and say nothing, you will always look at others first than me.

"Khana nahi khaya usne aaj raat" He says feeling sad and what about me did it ever concern him, I feel like going crazy being jealous of my own daughter.

"Marr nahi jayegi ek din nahi kahegi toh " I say repeating my mil words she said many times to me, "Teri problem kya hai har vakt kyu chidi chidi rehti hai tu har vakt "

"Baat hi kyu krte ho mujhe tum phir mat karo " I says moving to the dressing table, I feel his presence behind me taking me in each embrace, he makes me lean my back on his body.

"I am sorry jaan chod tu sara ki baat, tune kuch khaya" He ask me, I look at him, "Kyu tumhe problem hai mene kuch kha liya toh " I say with bitterness but I see his face hardened.

But sighing he looks in the mirror and our eyes meet each other, I look away feeling my hurt emotions taking over me, I feel cold feeling in my neck and I look down to see a gold chain iny neck.

"Expensive gift tujhe chaiye tha na, I got this for you" I hold the chain in my hand and look back at him, I feel a bit mix emotion looking at it but I couldn't decipher if love me actually or not.

"Pyar krta ho aap mujhse?" I ask him to get assurance, he looks down at me with love" Of course I am sorry mujhe tujhe kal vo sab nahi bolna chaiye tha" He says.

"Yeh nahi chalye mujhe agar tum mujhse sach mai pyaar krte ho na toh tum mujhe leke alag ho jao mai nahi rehna chahti yaha pr" I said turning back at him and his face darkened at my words and I smirk knowing what he has to say.

"Dhrithi please dubara shuru mat ho" He says to me in a pleading voice but this time I don't show anymore mercy, I am not up to take anymore manipulation from this man.

Taking off the chain from my neck I take his hand and put the chain in his hand" Maaf kr dungi agar sara ki trip cancel kroge Or maan jaungi tum pyaar krte ho mujhse agar tum mujhe lekar alag ho jao ge varana muh mat lagana mujhe, dekh lo bhaar koi aur aurat pyaas bhujane ke liye apni "

With this I move back to the bed taking a seprate blanket I went to sleep , yah aar yah paar .