Emptiness

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A 17 years old girl sat on the floor beside her bed, curled up in a corner with her face buried in her knees, crying silently.

The words spoken by her own family pierced her heart like knives.

But perhaps…

it was no longer something new for her.

Her name is Anya Tripathi.

age-17

She is the main character of this story.

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Vedant Rathore

age - 30 years old CEO, Mafia

Cold, dominant, Ruthless , highly controlling, egoist.

Anya belongs to a large joint family.

At the center of the household stands her grandmother, Lalita Devi, the head of the family. She has two sons and one daughter, who was married many years ago.

Her elder son is Brijesh Tripathi.

His first wife was Arunima, who is no longer alive. They had two daughters together Himani, twenty-eight, who is married now, and Sarika twenty-four, who is currently studying at Delhi University( India)

Arunima passed away while giving birth to Sarika.

After her death, the responsibility of raising both daughters fell entirely on Brijesh’s shoulders.

Unable to balance grief and responsibility, he had to leave his job. With time, his condition worsened, and he slowly became addicted to alcohol.

Watching his son fall apart, Brijesh’s father, Ramanand Tripathi, a retired officer, arranged his second marriage against his will.

That marriage brought Nisha ji into this house.

And from that marriage… Anya was born.

Lalita Devi’s younger son is Shantanu, whose wife is Damini. They have two sons ,Atul twenty-three, and Sahil, twenty.

The whole family lived together under one roof, appearing like the perfect family from the outside.

But happiness never stayed with them for long.

Just sixteen days after Anya was born, her grandfather suffered a heart attack and passed away.

A newborn had just arrived…

and before the joy could settle....

the house was swallowed by mourning.

Yet not everyone had welcomed Anya's birth with happiness.

Everyone in the family had hoped for a boy.

Her grandfather had proudly announced to the entire village, after consulting a priest, that this time the family would be blessed with a grandson.

But fate had chosen otherwise.

A girl was born.

And from that day…

Anya carried the blame for her grandfather's death.

Even now, people whispered that she was responsible.

A bad omen.

A stain.

A curse the family never let her forget.

From the very first day Nisha entered her husband’s home, Lalita Devi made her a promise in front of all the relatives

that she would love her husband’s daughters from his first marriage more than her own child…

or there would be no place for a “tainted” woman like her in this house.

Those words wounded Nisha deeply.

A wound that never truly healed.

But she accepted it quietly… as if it were simply her fate.

And so she continued living.

In the house, Damini received the most respect.

She was the daughter of a wealthy landlord, and above all, she had given the family two sons the heirs everyone wanted.

Even now, she carried pride because of it.

◆Present Day◆

Anya kept crying in silence.

But there was no one beside her to comfort her.

It was already late at night.

Just then, Brijesh returned home and walked straight toward his room.

Seeing him enter, Nisha finally let out a breath she had been holding in.

She quickly washed her hands in the kitchen,

wiped them on the edge of her saree, and hurried into the room behind him.

“You’re late today… Was there some important work?” she asked softly.

“No… nothing. I was just sitting outside for a while.”

Brijesh looked at her wife carefully.

“Then what happened? Why do you look so worried?”

“Yes… it’s just a small matter… nothing serious.”

Nisha ji spoke hesitantly, twisting the edge of her saree in her fingers.

“The school called today… Anya’s school is taking the students on a trip. It’s the first time she’ll be going somewhere like that…”

She paused before continuing.

“This year, the school got the best results… so they’re organizing it for the students. Anya really wants to go… so if… maybe… two thousand rupees…”

Before she could finish, Brijesh suddenly got up from the bed in anger.

He stepped toward her, his voice rising sharply.

“So… you need money?”

“What do you think? Have I planted a money tree here? That whenever you shake it, money will fall into your hands?”

“Every single time, that useless girl needs something.”

“School… notebooks… coaching fees… this… that…”

“She studies so much, yet she doesn’t have a bit of sense.”

“She’s a fool.”

“And whenever I look at her, she’s sick with something or the other.”

“I already have one daughter studying in such a big university. Do you even know how hard it is for me to send money there?”

He clenched his jaw.

“But even she is a thousand times better than her.”

“That girl just stays quiet like she’s mute… doesn’t talk to anyone… doesn’t consider anyone her own…”

“I’m tired of her.”

“I don’t even know from what cursed fate she entered my life.”

Tears welled up in Nisha’s eyes.

She looked at him helplessly.

But her silence only made Brijesh angrier.

“Then what should I do, huh?” he shouted.

“Should I kill her?”

“Yes? Would that solve everything?”

Nisha ji suddenly broke down.

“Then kill me too…”

“If both of us are a curse to this house… then end it with your own hands…”

“Kill us…”

“What have we ever done to all of you?”

“She’s still just a child…”

Her voice trembled between sobs.

Brijesh turned away angrily, opened the cupboard with force, and pulled out two thousand rupees.

He threw the money toward her hand.

“Here.”

“Now leave me alone.”

Nisha stared at the notes in shock.

“But… these were kept aside for your elder daughter… so when she comes home, you could celebrate her birthday properly…”

For a moment Brijesh stayed silent.

Then he said coldly

“Yes… they were for her.”

“Now go give them to that ill-fated girl.”

“And tell her she doesn’t need to come in front of me.”

Nisha lowered her eyes.

“Dinner is ready… wash up and come outside.”

Her voice had become quiet again.

She tied the money carefully into the corner of her saree and walked toward the kitchen with heavy steps.

Inside, Damini was already serving food.

She glanced at Nisha’s tearful face and immediately understood what must have happened.

But instead of sympathy

something almost pleased flashed across her face.

“Jiji… is the food ready?”

“Has everyone come outside?” Damini ji asked in a lowered voice, hiding the satisfaction behind a calm expression.

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