Childless Mother (Part 3)
Equipped with all papers and files, keys and regrets. She tried to lock and forget every grudges in her heart while she was locking her house. "Surveen, may I drop you", Mrs. Dixit appeared with her car.
Mrs. Dixit come out of car and opened the door to her, she daily use the same trick so that Surveen can't deny.
Surveen keeps a constant smile on her face, that was the only way to show false emotions.
"Don't worry her test was good, Mia got A grade."
The curve of smile turned little genuine.
We all need a mode of communication, for Mia and Surveen it was Mrs.Dixit and her daughter. Its irony when a child is unable to understand the feeling of and the unspoken words of her or his creator. On a multistorey building offside of road Surveen read a hoarding, displaying "Every Chef's Choice.......". She got chocked for nanoseconds as she saw the bare knife in the hand of chef.
A knife, that night, his husband, her fingerprints and alcohol.
"Are you with me Surveen?" Mrs. Dixit looked at her sweating face.
Surveen dropped her jaw in nervousness. "Tell me! Anything wrong", she denied and brought that fake smile again on her face.
Mrs. Dixit knows that how good she was in acting and pretending, they finally reached their destination.
(To be Continued)
Mrs. Dixit come out of car and opened the door to her, she daily use the same trick so that Surveen can't deny.
Surveen keeps a constant smile on her face, that was the only way to show false emotions.
"Don't worry her test was good, Mia got A grade."
The curve of smile turned little genuine.
We all need a mode of communication, for Mia and Surveen it was Mrs.Dixit and her daughter. Its irony when a child is unable to understand the feeling of and the unspoken words of her or his creator. On a multistorey building offside of road Surveen read a hoarding, displaying "Every Chef's Choice.......". She got chocked for nanoseconds as she saw the bare knife in the hand of chef.
A knife, that night, his husband, her fingerprints and alcohol.
"Are you with me Surveen?" Mrs. Dixit looked at her sweating face.
Surveen dropped her jaw in nervousness. "Tell me! Anything wrong", she denied and brought that fake smile again on her face.
Mrs. Dixit knows that how good she was in acting and pretending, they finally reached their destination.
(To be Continued)
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