A Short Story - Part Fourtyeight

Kokila rushed towards Sekhar.. Sekhar was crying hard.. he then said weepingly to his mom.. "Raghu hit me..." with blood stains on his shirt and tears in his eyes, all Kokila could do was to slap Raghu on the road, spit on him and rushed Sekhar back to home to wash him off and to attend to him..


Raghu followed them back to the house quietly.. Kokila was very furious at Raghu.. she was so furious on him that the anger towards him had just shielded her eyes towards the very fact that all the blood stains on Sekhar's shirt were not his own.. Sekhar was not infact hurt.. But as for Kokila was concerned, her beloved son was late from school.. he was crying and Raghu, had hit him..


She was cursing Raghu.. shouting at him, while at the same time as any mom would attend to her beloved injured son carefully attending to her precious, Sekhar.. Sekhar was put to sleep by Kokila.. she then came to the kitchen and was murmoring.. it was in the midst of these that Raghu could hear Kokila's words from his room..


"I knew this would happen one day.. I knew you would do this to my son... Afterall you are not my son in first place.. born without a dad.. we brought you up.. and this is how you repay us??"

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