Advik Dey:
Imagine walking into your home hoping to open a bottle of wine and relax on your bed only to come face to face with your supposed father-in-law.
I know. It was definitely not cool.
And the worst part was: I didn't notice him.
But he didn't react like the way I expected other fathers would. He just looked at me with kind eyes,
"Son, I guess you know that we have a little talk."
I nodded, almost struck at how calm he sounded. Of course any other father would murdered his one and only daughter's cheat of a husband on spot.
But he still stayed cool. Like real cool.
Oh, how lucky you are, bitch!
Just then, I heard footsteps. It was Mrs.Chatterjee who sat on the couch first, her perfume lingering in the air.
Lavender, I guess.
Then I remembered that it was the one I had been forced to gift Hridhi for our wedding.
"Please, sit down, son," said Mrs.Chatterjee.
I sat on the seat opposite her. It was almost impossible to disobey her or doubt her. Her voice was so strangely commanding.
"Hridhi," said Mrs.Chatterjee. "Sit here."
Hridhi didn't sit down. She stood beside her, like a human too petrified to move. I noticed the watch on her hands smashed into pieces. But she still wore it. Maybe she was too busy to notice the shards of glass on her wrist.
Or, maybe she got attacked by another of those angry interviewee again and was pretending to act normal with her silky hair blown over her forehead like second skin.
It looked kind of cute. Her hair no matter in what style always looked cute.
Come on, why would I care?
Let her die. I wouldn't even attend her funeral.
"Stop acting like a brat, Hridhi," said Mrs.Chatterjee, her tone stern as always. "Sit beside him. Now!"
She slowly sat beside me, her hands shielding her, her body taking as little space as possible.
"So, as I told your parents earlier, Advik, things don't fall apart suddenly. They fall apart because someone thinks they're smarter than consequences."
She was definitely in her lecture mode.
I looked at Mr.Chatterjee. He looked really uncomfortable...like really.
Oh, I felt bad for that guy.
"Advik, my son, I know that you had...other...uh...acquaintances before the marriage," said Mr. Chatterjee.
Mrs. Chatterjee's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes-sharp, deliberate, like a blade sliding through the room. She leaned forward, voice smooth as velvet, yet colder than ice:
"Yes, Advik. We all have pasts. But do you know what makes a man truly unforgivable?"
She let the question hand, as dramatic as her daughter, I must say.
"When you marry, you make a vow to yourself, to her and to both families," said Mrs.Chatterjee. "And you just broke it. Just like that."
I swallowed hard. Her words made my stomach clench harder than ever.
But her daughter had also broken the vows, hadn't she?
Maybe she noticed my thoughts or had the ability to read my mind. Mrs. Chatterjee's eyes softened, just a fraction, like sunlight grazing ice.
Her voice was still low, deliberate, carrying the weight of absolute authority:
"Hridhi... don't think this is only his crime. You are not innocent either."
Beside me, Hridhi stiffened.
"Ma, please--"
"No, Hridhi, you can't stop me from telling him," said Mrs.Chatterjee. "You both lied, you both hid things, and now you're stuck in the mess you created. You're equals in this."
She pointed toward the hallway.
"So go to your room. Sit down. Talk to each other. Say what you need to say.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxbUHrMdfq8
Figure this out yourselves."
"I'm not fucking talking to him, Ma!" shouted Hridhi, tears streaming down her face. The first time I had ever seen her swearing.
"So, this is what you do? Leave your poor daughter with a cheater?"
Mrs.Chatterjee didn't react. She was still calm.
"Stop insulting your mother in front of your husband, Hridhi," said Mrs.Chatterjee. "Your infidelities would soon go viral."
Hridhi got up.
"I'm not talking with him." said Hridhi.
She turned to go to her room but I caught her hand and whispered in her ears,
"Let's just get over it,"
She glared at me before she met her mother's glare.
"We'll be staying in your room, Hridhi," said Mrs.Chatterjee.
We watched as they walked into her room and closed the door, leaving both of us alone.
"So, now what?" I asked.
Hridhi didn't look at me.
"I'm tired. I have a lot of work tomorrow."
She turned to go to my room.
"Tomorrow is literally Saturday," I said.
"Whatever," muttered Hridhi.
Back in my room, I finally got to get rid of my stupid shirt smelling of the antiseptics and almost crashed on my bed, until I noticed her with a laptop.
"You will be working?" I asked.
She didn't answer.
She went on typing and typing, a shit of paper resting on the bedside table.
"Didn't Mrs.Chatterjee send us here to talk?" I further asked.
"You're most welcome to fuck her tonight," said Hridhi. "I don't care."
Anger rushed down my veins. How dare she say that now after everything?
"Then, why did you post that shitty poem, Hridhi!" I asked. "Why did you write those words?"
"I didn't write that poem today," said Hridhi, her eyes on the screen. "I wrote that long ago. I just posted it today."
"You're lying, bitch!" I said. "You're always lying. Everything about you is a lie."
She closed her laptop and inched closer towards me. For a moment, I thought she was going to do something like the other girls had done.
But instead, she slung her hands on my cheek.
"And your whole appearance in a lie, Advik Dey," said Hridhi. "Don't think that makes you feel like some intimidating wattpad hero. You look pathetic."
She gripped my collar and I gripped her hair.
"Just shut up, bitch," I said. "You don't even know what real life is."
I didn't remember what I said after that.
All I knew was us on the floor, one of us bleeding from the shards of glass on her wrist watch and the door banging open.
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