2000.
She ran behind the tram, oblivious of the rushing traffic around her, obviously hindered by the laptop bag, the bulky bind of her P.Hd synopsis, and the lovingly packed, mom cooked snack pack, and her phone, with only one thought in her mind, as to how to reach the university for her final submission on time. But right now, she was sure that she won’t be able to make it at any cost. Suddenly, she saw the stretched hand at the door. She caught it hesitantly and was pulled inwards the tram, and looked straight into a pair of brown eyes. As she heard the husky voice inquiring if she was doing fine, Zoya was sure that things would never be the same again.
2005.
She felt petrified and scared, wishing with all her might to disappear from this house once and for all. Her father , who had just found out about her and Jeremy, and that they had been together for five years, with every intention of getting married the week after, was furious with them. Although, in these past years, she had soared academically and professionally and was now working as a respected Professor of Physiology at the Central University. Right now,both of them were standing in front of him like criminals. His parents , who had come with the proposal, had already been shown the door. And her mother was sobbing in a corner after being reprimanded thoroughly for showing support to her daughter. Lots of heated lectures about religion, class difference, financial disparity followed. Amidst her teary eyes, she looked at the outstretched hand, and heard a voice that whether she was ready to make a decision. She looked at her parents once more, but took hold of the hand, and followed him out of the door of the sprawling , huge villa which had been her home since her childhood. As Zoya stepped outside, she was sure that things would never be the same again.
2010.
She felt desperate and defeated as she entered the door of the ground floor apartment and was met with the same blaring television sounds ,the trash and empty bottles sprawled all over, and her husband lying in the same sofa, obviously having done nothing for another day. Yes, her father’s premonition had come true. Here she was, stuck in a loveless, difficult alliance with a difficult person who refused to budge from his place. He had totally been sponging off her money all these years and had frequently also resorted to physical abuse to ward off the verbal discussions about his lifestyle.Not only she had become the sole bread winner for the family, she was the sole care taker to their toddler also. Along with all these mental and physical hardships, the closed door of her family had never reopened , barring her any much wanted support. Her days were a rush of managing at all the fronts and protecting her daughter from a charred childhood. Just like always, she proceeded with the cooking and cleaning, so that she could bring back her daughter from the day care. After everything done, she was putting the little one to the bed, when she was hit by a heavy hand enquiring about the lack of funds in his credit card. Something snapped in her, and she placed her hand in the smaller hand, picked her up and without even looking behind once, walked out of the door and Zoya was sure that things would never be the same again.
She was going to make sure that things would never be the same again.
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