Lakshya’s pov
“Lakshya, what happened?? How come your hand bleeding?? Again fight…Who are you Lakshya..a street fighter?? Atleast care about your reputation now??”
Red…All I can see is Red…
“These care words doesn’t suits your tongue…Switch it off Mrs.Sharma..”
“Lakshya!!!! Is this the tone to speak at your MOTHER” The bald man along her said…Yaa you heard it right…That is my Mother…
” Don’t act like you care for me when in real you doesn’t…Chameleon…”
She glared at me as if ready to kill me…Like I care…I stormed off..I m least interested in her matters….Seeing her appearance it’s not hard to guess she is upto a party…That’s what she always does…
I looked at my wrists…Surely it needs treatment…I can’t concentrate…HER words ringing around me….Is she really mad at me for interrupting that…Rewinding the scene made my blood boil….I should do something about this soon…That blo*dy Rohan should be in ICU for the stunt she pulled on Ragini…..But why would I do that?? She herself says me to don’t interfere in her matters….Damn….
A shower…Yes I need that…….
I stand under the cold water…It’s so cooling…LAKSHYA loves hot water…But I like Hot Showers…because this is no more Lakshya…I changed along with the name..Should I say precisely I m forced to change……..
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Lakshya Ahuja…….but my mother is not Mrs.Ahuja…She is Mrs.Sharma….
My paapa was my everything…My childhood was precious..precise..clear..
Pure..because of my paapa…Mr.Randeep Ahuja….He was a struggling businessman..I m used to my parent’s fighting…She always wanted a luxurious life which was secondary for my father..He holds my education as the primary need and sent me to good school and made every arrangements…He adores my love for music and supports me on it..I share everything with him…HE WAS MY MOTHER AND FATHER………
My mother always cared for society and reputation…She always judge everyone by their appearance and status…
I was only 14 when my father died….My half soul is gone…I m partially incomplete..It was an accident…A freaking truck accident and my paapa died due to heavy bloodloss…Nobody was there to save him….
Not even a month she remarried and get me a new PAAPA…That’s what she said…Does she really knows who the man was to me?? How much I love him…She switched soon…A Chameleon..yes she reminds me a chameleon…
I hate to be inside house…Mr.Sharma is a rich man…I hate him..I hate him when he refer my paapa as a loser…I m no longer the old Lakshya…I want to share my every secrets with my papa..He’s gone..forever..breaking the promise he had given……..
Sanky was my solace on that time…I always thought Sanky as a irritation who needs me to help him in his studies….But no…He gave me strength to see my life…Lead way to my future..We hangout every time because I hate to be in home…
After 1 year I saw her….RAGINI….Sanky’s sister…She was crying…Her black orbs filled with tears reminds me the Lakshya on his Paapa’s funeral…Something hit me when I saw her cry….A beautiful girl with a flawless hair shouldn’t cry…Smiling will redefine her beauty…I want her to LAUGH…
I sacrificed my sleep…broke into someone’s house…And done the hilarious crime ever..I bathed the girl in Oil and steal all the soaps and shampoos….I had a reason..How dare she call that flawless beautiful hair an ‘Oil Tank’…..
I saw her laugh…..I laughed along with her…After my paapa’s demise I laugh…Ragini…..She was an addiction…I feel to hold her…protect her….
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I turn off the shower….I put on my pants and stared at the wall at dark…..
Those days was best….I cared for her…I protect her like Sanky did…I can’t help but break the gym’s trainers jaw when he tries to touch her…I protect her as a Big Brother..For namesake but the feelings I had for her was just opposite to that…
Every thing ended on that day when I eavesdrop the conversation of my mother and my stepdad…I was relieved after completing the formalities for my Newyork trip…..
I saw her drunk and confessing how she cheated on my father with that Bald Sharma….I fell down when I heard her saying the accident they created to shove my father off their way..
It’s her luck that Bald sharma pulls me back…Or else she is dead by my hold on her neck then….
All I can see was Betrayal…My paapa was betrayed..because he can’t provide her money to bath and money to sleep…That f**king Sharma gave her that and she simply betrayed….She never loved me…She is a cheater…She is a chameleon….
I wanted to be alone…I run away from there…..
I started hating human with Long hairs, br*asts, Womb and Vagina…Simply they call them Women……
“But you can’t hate Ragini..” My subconscious snapped at me…
NO SHE IS NOT DIFFERENT…SHE IS A WOMEN AND SHE HAD TO BE A CHEATER BETRAYER…IF NOT NOW SHE WILL BECOME IN FUTURE…….
A/N: Guys, I know this is so wrong..But the situations those bitter truth leads him in this way…..Every guy judge women looking at his mother same as we want our men to be like our father…If it goes wrong, then things will not be smooth…..I don’t know how much reliable this is but trust me..This is happening around us….Comments are welcomed even if it is flowers or tomatoes ????
And you may feel this as girly even if it’s a male’s pov…pls don’t blame me…I can’t think like a male…I was giving a try as you all wants this…Next part will be the continuation of his pov