Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Arpit's POV

Over time, I have realized that I love my girl the most. Missing her hugs and morning kisses over the weekends, I got up from my bed on Saturday morning, I realized she is indeed, the elixir of my life and how perfect our lives would be once we get married and stay together everyday.

I am indeed, in love with her efforts. Once she prepared the elaborate dinner for me on Friday night with a hectic work schedule in the office and that too, without complaining. I wish to cook for her and feed her the best of my dishes. I am indeed, good at cooking.

I was going home yesterday when my mother asked me to come home and she had to talk something over breakfast. I lied to Niharika that I am visiting my sister's place for dinner because I knew she won't be convinced with the truth. I, myself, wonder what my mother wants to talk today morning and why she couldn't discuss it the previous night.

My mother has been behaving weirdly since last day. Well! It's her old age, people tend to freak out in her age. It was nine in the morning, so I left my bed and finished my daily chores. I went towards the dining room to find my mother having her breakfast. My plate was kept ready but she didn't call me. I wondered what's in her mind. I felt a little annoyed but ignoring everything, I sat near her to have my breakfast.

Clearing my throat for her attention, I said, "Morning, mom."

"Stop being a personal whore to her." She said bluntly pretending to be busy with her food.

I lost my temper at her. How could she?..Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to control my anger and said, "Mom, mind your words."

"Your boss is using you for your lust and you are acting like a whore to her", she said again. I could sense anger and disgust in her voice.

"What the hell are you talking about? We love each other and you have no right to point at her character." I shouted over my mother.

"She is staying with a man before marriage and you talk about her character. She is a characterless woman." My mother shouted at me. Disgust was dripping from her voice.

A tear crept from my eye. I wondered how a woman, who is my mother, could think about another woman, who is my girlfriend I am about to marry in three-four months. I couldn't digest anything at once. I had to speak.

Calming myself, I said, "I didn't expect a woman whom I highly respected would talk about any other woman like this. Your mentality is indeed, disgusting." Taking a deep breath, I continued, "You are judging my girlfriend, Niharika for spending quality time with me. We are planning to marry each other. We are indeed made for each other. It's are wish that we have sex with each other. We love each other and we express it. Our love is pious. Moreover, my girl is pious. You have no right to interfere in my life and point out at her character. I am telling you this first and last time."

I almost screamed at my mother. I was weeping and regretting that my mother thought so much to such an extent about my love. Tears brimmed in my eyes. Cleaning my tears from my eyes, I shouted, "Mom, wait a minute. Why is she characterless? Is your rascal son not equally responsible?" I banged my fists in anger upon the dining table.

My mother stood straight clapping. "That's great. Your relationship is not love, it's pure lust. She has trapped you in her charm. She must be having several others for satisfying her needs. You are speaking her words today. Get out of my house and go, live in her lap. She will throw you out like a fly soon."

I stood still hearing everything. I wondered how mothers could think in such a way. She never had a problem with me meeting her. She met her and appreciated her. She knew we stayed together even then. This is not her. I was expecting someone to poison my mother's mind.

Gaining my lost strength, I asked my mother, "Mom, I am your son. Trust me, I never spoiled the life of any girl. Niharika is brought up by a virtuous woman like you. She has also not poisoned anyone's life. I know her since college and she is indeed, a virtuous lady. I love her and she also feels the same. We plan to marry after the launch of her anti-aging product-lines. She is fulfilling her mother's dream. Why do you feel so bad about her? As far as I know you never foul-mouthed anyone?" I finished my sentence placing my hands at my mother's hand hoping for a better response.

"Arpit, she is wearing a mask. Wait a minute." My mother said in a distressed tone. She hurriedly got up and went inside her room. My heartbeat raced and I wondered why my mother went off.

She came with a big yellow-colored envelope and handed it over to me. She said, "I received them yesterday. Someone left it in the letter-box yesterday."

I was shocked to see the contents inside. There were photographs of intimate photos with different men. Looking at the background of the pictures and realized that the photographs were morphed. I realized it wasn't even Niharika's body.

I said, "Mom, these pictures are morphed."

"I knew you would say this only. How can I make you understand, my son?" My mother said snapping her head.

"Mom, I know her very well. Moreover, I know her body, her body language, and everything about her. Please try to understand." I said to my mother.

"I trust you, my dear. If you believe that these pictures are morphed, do anything to save her dignity." My mother said as she wiped her tears. She patted my back and said, "I am sorry to say so many disgusting words about her. I will be glad to be proved wrong. I give you ten days, go prove it."

I was relieved that my mother was convinced. I left the house informing her that I am leaving at her house to confront her and inform her about the worst.