Shot one
Hi, welcome to this Two-shot that came to my mind.
It has been in the works for a few months.
This is a general fiction story and maybe I shall publish it in another language for people who do not understand English too well. So maybe in German, who knows🤔
And as you all know this story belongs solely to me!
This story may be triggering for some but I feel like society needs to open their eyes that some relationships are not worth saving as well as they should not involve themselves in others personal lives as it is none of their business so they should keep their noses to themselves.
Without any further ado…
Meera recently divorced her husband Param of four years because of his behaviour.
The man never understood what her desires were but would force his own on her.
She couldn’t do it anymore, it was killing her not just that she couldn’t look herself in the eyes.
She felt disgusted, hurt, angry, depressed and there was nothing left in her to fight for.
The loneliness, also often being misunderstood, just weakened her physically, emotionally as well as mentally.
Meera’s parents didn’t care that their daughter’s life was a mess as for them they already did their duty as parents. Also that she belongs with her in-laws, her rightful place as daughters are meant to be estranged from their childhood homes.
Her friends would tell her that one day everything is going to be fine and to stop whining.
Yet nothing had been fine, Param started to come home drunk, beat her up if she stood her ground, disrespected her in front of others, belittled her and whatever not!
When she had enough one night after being battered and bruised, she went to her friend Amla’s home.
Amla then told her, “your husband is not a bad person, he’s only showing his affection towards. You should count yourself lucky!”
“Lucky? This is not love but abuse! Do you even know what that means?”
Amla rolled her eyes before she could say something, Meera told her that, “You can keep your fantasy of abuse being love with you, because I don’t need people like you in my life!”
She didn’t turn back after walking away from her so-called friend.
She snaps out of her remembrance as she walks towards a modern apartment complex.
With light steps she walks closer, hoping that someone agrees to make her their tenant.
She cannot live her whole life in a hotel, can she?
She sees many people talking to each other, they stop when they see her walking towards the main entrance.
“Look at her, she is that divorcée!” An elderly woman says to her friend, and they begin to gossip about Meera loudly as if she is not here.
At first Meera ignores them but when they begin to question her character, she walks towards them asking them, “having fun talking about others, when you don’t know their situation?”
“We are not talking to you, bloody divorcée!”
“Yet you are talking about me as if you know me, when I do not recollect knowing you!”
They shut up because they do not have any way to counter attack her, so they stop yet continue to gossip about someone else.
She walks back to her destination when some men stop her, “well, well, isn’t the most known divorced woman in our town. What is she doing here, is she trying to find someone else to accuse of marital abuse?”
She is trying to control her anger at the stupidity of those people as if they have never learnt anything in their lives.
Another of the men then says, “oh, look at her, she is seething in rage. Who wants to be with a woman who cannot differentiate between love and physical harassment?”
She ignores them and pushes past them.
Coming inside more people make fun of her also saying that they do not believe her side of the story, as they think she has some kind of mental problems and cannot tell right apart from wrong.
She just smiles and walks further where she is greeted by uncomfortable stares, angry glares or others smirking at her.
She knows what her ex-husband, who is a narcissistic personality, must have said to people as he comes from a wealthy family and society is prone to believe someone like him over her.
As she is someone who comes from a middle class family, who earns enough to take care of their daily needs, pay rent but not enough to buy new things, yet enough for second hand.
“What is she doing here?” A man murmurs to his wife, who has a high pitched yet jeering laugh because she is mocking Meera.
Meera begins to feel worse, seeing how mean spirited some of them are.
It breaks heart as her personality likes to give a second chance to others, that is how she had been brought up.
Never sold her morals or dignity like others have.
A teenage girl comes quite close to her, elbowing her in the stomach while walking past, laughing at her like some of the other people are.
A man is seeing the happenings in a neutral perspective until that teenager elbowed the woman whilst not having any decency to apologise for her behaviour.
When the landlady finally comes, she rushes towards the front in an embarrassed manner.
But as soon as she lays her eyes on Meera, her embarrassed stance changes completely.
Her eyes show how disgusted she is by spitting out, “couples, families and singles, come with me!”
Dejectedly Meera is about to leave the premises, knowing fully well that the landlady is not being just towards her.
Those who can join to see their “prospective home” are about to leave.
The silent man opens his mouth and asks, “hang on a minute,” he pauses a bit dramatically as he looks at the landlady pointedly before continuing, “why can’t she come to see the open house?”
“Because she has no family, husband and nor is she single.”
“Ahh, now I understand that! Is it because she is a widow?”
“No, this one is a divorcèe, worse than being widowed.”
“How would you know that?” He questions her.
“Because Mr Shivansh Arora,” she reads his name from her notes as she then replies back, “she is corrupting other women’s minds.”
“She is a divorcèe, so what? A marriage can always end on a bad note, but that doesn’t mean you judge her on the basis of her relationship status!
“You don’t under…” he interrupts her without even looking sorry for doing so…
“Afterall she is also a human like you and me, so at least behave like that towards her and not like a pig.”
With that he walks out of the apartment complex. Meera followed him.
“Mr Arora, wait up,” she shouts from behind him, making people gasp at her “audacity” as they’d say.
“Yes Miss?” He asks not knowing her name.
“Thank you for what you said,” she tells him, “bye have a nice day.”
“What’s your name by the way, Miss?”
“It’s Meera Goenka.”
“There’s no need to thank me, Miss Goenka, would have done it for someone else too,” he honestly tells her.
She nods, before he bids farewell and good luck to her for a new start in life.
Yet again she thanks him, does that years later when they’d met again in better circumstances.
