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Sumitra Karmakar Romance

;Prajakta and me
I could feel the pain and betrayal rising in me as Bhubanesh spoke those hurtful words. It seemed like the boiling anger inside me was finally boiling over, and I could no longer keep quiet.
This wasn't the first time Bhubanesh had verbally attacked me, but it felt like the last straw. I had always been the the one to go to my mother and complain about Bhubanesh's cruel words, but this time, I refused to play her game.
Instead, I decided to respond to her in her language. I took a deep breath and said, 'It's not me, it's you who doesn't belong here. You're a witch. You're the reason for all the fights between our parents. I hope you die soon.' I even used a cursed word whose meaning I didn't know, but I didn't care.
Bhubanesh was taken aback by my words. They cut deep, just like hers did. She lost control and before I knew it, she had slapped me hard across the face.
Our parents, Narendra kaka and even Prajakta didi, intervened to stop the fight. But somehow, in that moment, all the blame fell on me. It was as if I had been the one to start the whole thing.
Bhubanesh, with her crocodile tears, played the victim and accused me of slapping her first. My parents immediately believed her without even listening to my side of the story. They scolded and beat me harshly, as if I was the worst person in the world.
I couldn't believe that in just a matter of seconds, my entire family had turned against me. It felt like they had never truly cared for me, as if I was just a burden on them.
Growing up, I had always felt like the odd one out in my family. My parents were always more attached to my elder sister, Rashmi didi, who was exceptionally good at studies. She was their first born, and they had always favored her over me and Prajakta didi.
Rashmi didi always got what she asked for, while we had to make compromises and sacrifices to fulfill her desires. It felt like we were just pawns in her game, meant to serve her every wish.
Sometimes, I wondered if I was adopted, or if my parents had just forgotten about me. But deep down, I knew that wasn't true. I was their child, and I deserved their love and support just as much as Rashmi didi did.
But with this latest incident, I couldn't help but question everything. Was I really the black sheep of the family? Would I ever be accepted and loved for who I was?
As I lay in bed, nursing my bruises and feeling the weight of my parents' disappointment crushing me, I couldn't help but wish for a new family. One where I would be loved and cherished just as much as any other member. Because in this family, I felt like a stranger, and I didn't know how much longer I could bear it.
I wiped away my tears quickly as my uncle, Kaka, walked into my room. He could always tell when I had been crying, even though I tried my best to hide it.
'What's wrong, beta?' he asked, using the affectionate term for 'son' that he always used with me.
'I just don't understand why my parents never come to me for help or even talk to me about their problems,' I said, my voice trembling with emotion.
Kaka sat down next to me on the bed and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. 'They love you, beta. They just have different ways of showing it.'
'But why do they always go to Rashmi didi? Even when I was the one taking care of my father when he was sick,' I said, feeling frustrated.
'I think you already know the answer to that, beta. Rashmi didi is their weakness, and you are their strength,' Kaka said, his voice filled with understanding.
I frowned, not fully comprehending what he meant. 'What do you mean by that?'
Kaka let out a sigh and looked at me with compassion. 'Sometimes, people don't realize who truly loves them until it's too late. Your parents know that you will always be there for them, so they take you for granted. But they also know that Rashmi didi loves them unconditionally, so they turn to her in their times of need.'
I sat there in silence, absorbing his words. It was a hard truth to accept, but deep down, I knew it was true. Rashmi didi, my older sister, had always been my parents' favorite. I was the responsible one, always taking care of things while she was the carefree one, always getting their attention and affection.
'But why do parents have favorites?' I finally asked, feeling a sense of resentment towards my sister.
Kaka let out a sad smile. 'I don't think they consciously choose a favorite, it just happens. They see a part of themselves in Rashmi didi, and that draws them to her.'
'I understand, but it still hurts,' I admitted, feeling the weight of disappointment and hurt in my chest.
'I know, beta. It's not easy, but just remember that your parents love you in their own way. And one day, they will realize how much you mean to them,' Kaka said, giving me a gentle hug.
As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but reflect on Kaka's words. It was true, my parents did love me, they just didn't know how to show it. And as for Rashmi didi,

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