Middle class (alternative ending )

Dhriti pov

I look at the corpse of my mother and only thing I feel is freedom, I just look at my mother until she is taken to cremate.

All the bad memories coming back to me, I remember coming back to my mother and crying to her to not let me go to my husband house anymore, as my mil use to torture me, her every word use to ring in my ear and use to irritate me.

No matter how hard I tried my mil was never happy, I remember begging my mom to take me back or make my husband live separately from the in laws.

But what she did, beated me with the stick until it didn't broke, accused me for being a burden, made me hate my life more than I ever could, of my father was alive back then he sure wouldn't have let me go in hell my mil created for me.

Always taunted me for being lazy not doing anything and always bad mouthed about me in my marriage, creating problems for me, she even asked to get another marriage of her son done, I just hated her, and more than that I hated my fil for not taking a stand for me while my husband never knew of his second marriage thing.

More than anything I hated my own mother for pushing me in messy hell, I still remember her words agar chahti hai ki tu apne pati se alag ho teri meri lash pr hona.

And looking at her corpse I feel nothing but freedom, finally I am free, I won't ever go back in that house I don't care anybody anymore, yes I couldn't be a good daughter, I couldn't be a good wife, dil, mother and what not but I don't care cause I am tired to play the characters that I don't want to anymore.

As the rituals were over I with my husband return to home, home that where I wanted to return so I hold hand of my husband and take him to neher(pond).

I sit with him and look at the serenity of the nature and lean on his shoulder taking in the goodbye moment of the man I love, yes I still love, yes I hate him with all mu heart but I still do love with all my heart as well.

I finally get up and tell him to go away to his home, I feel hurt in my chest as he already made his choice when I gave him a chance, it hurts like always he choose his family above me but I cannot blame he has always been a family man.

Jao apni family ke pass choose kar liya tha tumnhe " I said to him showing him a finger, " Pagal ho gyi ho kya dhriti" He says in a warning tone and I know he is very angry right now.

I laugh and laugh until my head hurt, my stomach hurt and my heart hurt and then I started feeling the angst of twenty years the pain buried deep in my heart, the betrayal as wife from her husband for always choosing other instead of his own wife.

"Jao yaha se tum mai tumhare sath nahi aaungi smhjhe tum" I shout in anger and all my energy to him, the birds fly away with my raging voice from the tree.

"Mai kahi nahi jaa raha hun or tujhe aapne sath hi lekar jaunga " He says while he jaw clenched and eyes held anger.

"Kyu kyu le jana chahte ho tum mujhe " I pretend to think keeping my finger on my head " Ohhb isliye na ki tumhare ghar ka kaam kon krega, rotiya kon belega, khana kon banega, saaf safai kon krega, kapde kon don ke iron kr ke dega, kon kon socho jara "

I mocked him but my voice held anger, I looked at him and went near him pushing him with all my energy, he stumbled back.

"Mai Mai krungi hena ek toh kaam hai gav ki gawar ka naukar bane ka toh voh kaam Mai krungi . Arrey tumne kabhi mujhe patni ki tarah dekha bhi shadi ki toh kaam ke liye, sher ki ladki kaha kar pati tumahare ghar ka kaam, kaha shambhal pati tumhare ghr ka kaam naukar ki tarah . Upar se tumhari chudail maa, maa nahi saali dalal hai dalal "

I shouted in anger and my husband looked at me raged his hand in mid air as he shouted my name "dhriti"

I push him and say with more rage in my voice

" Sahi bol rahi hu mai, Mai chote ghar se thi jyada dahej ni diya toh mujhe ache se treat ni krti

Megha layi chandi sona, dekho tumhari dalal lalchi maa ko palko par betha kr rakhti hai Or Mai kis liye hun kabhi socha mere dil ke bare Mai kabhi dekha mujhe apni patni ki tarah

Kabhi socha mujhe kesa lagata hai "

My voice crack at the heavy emotions I felt I harshly wipe mu face while he looks at me with guilty and soft look.

"Kabhi socha kesa lagta hoga mujhe tumhare papa or bhai ke gande mele kache doh kar

Nafrat hai mujhe uski shaadi hone ke baad bhi uske badbudar kapde Mai dhoti hun, or upar se uski biwi ki gandi innerwear chi

Ganda lagata hai mujhe, ganda mehsoos hota hai mujhe, tumhare pure ghar ko shmabalne ke baad kya

Gav ki gavar, krti hi kya hai, muft ki roti khati hai sab suno nahi khani koi roti tumhare ghar ki mujhe ab jao yaha se

I step closer to him and poke my finger at his chest while his teared face just look at me with pain in his eyes

Nafrat hai mujhe, nafrat hai tumse, tumhari beti se, tumhari maa se, tumhare papa se, tumhare bhai se, tumhari megha se, apni khud ki maa, sab se nafrat hai mujhe, sab se

Mai chahti hu tumhara pura khandaan mar jaye

I back away from him while he tried to embrace me saying sorry I wipe my tears and look calmly at him " Chale jap apne ghr vapis tumne unhe phele hi choose kr liya hai, jao" I say it to him softly.

I am sorry dhriti please baby I am sorry Mai sab thik kr dunga I am sorry, tum mere sath hi chalo gi" He repeat again and again while I look at him with just anger and pain.

Walking at the edge of the pond I look at him and smiles " Chup chap chale jao yaha se aur raho apni haramzadi lalchi maa ke sath "

Something in his face changed and he looked at me for a second and then left .

After he left I felt something inside me and that was happiness of being Dhriti again , being independent , Happiness of living the life away from his toxic mother , father , brother , daughter and his brother's wife.