Chapter 0003

"I hate the feeling unwanted to the people that are the most wanted to me."

Chapter 5 Unwanted.

I was feeling horrible from the time I ask Aryan Ji for divorce. He didn't reply or say anything just hang up the call after a few seconds.

I don't know if he really heard me or not as he simply cut the phone without saying anything.

I took out my old suitcase and starts to fill it my clothes, some necesarry things and last not forgetting my mother's jewellery box, kept the suitcase aside, as I heard footsteps coming from downstairs near the living area.

It's time for kids to be back from school and as an auto machine my body, my legs take me to the kitchen.

I open the fridge to taking out all the ingredients to prepare some snacks for kids but I stop myself from doing it.

I am willing myself to control and not do anything as I do every day.

~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~

Today my sons turn 10. It's their birthday today. I got up earlier than I usually get up and make them something special.

I make them Gulab Jamun, Jalebi, with their regular breakfast hotcake, toast, eggs, fruits salad and orange juice and coffee for Aryan Ji and a birthday cake a dark coffee chocolate cake. After getting everything done, I set breakfast on the table.

"Mom, did you made breakfast?" My sweet little seven years old daughter, Anaya asks as she comes to the dining table.

"Yes! Take a seat, I will call your brothers first" I say I keep the last plate on the table.

"But mom, dad is taking us out for breakfast today as it's their birthday. We have planed it, all day. Dad, Arjun Bhai, Arpan Bhai and I are going out for today." she said frowning a little.

"Didn't you know?, Mom?" she asked me with a little frown still present. "What?... Where?" I ask little shock, but not completely surprised, as Aryan Ji, Arjun and Arpan come downstairs.

"Aryan Ji, are you taking the kids out?" I dare to ask him.

"Yes, it's my son's birthday today. I am going to make it a memorable one for them. Unlike someone who doesn't even know, how do it's and even know their sons birthday." he growls at me. "Guys, let's go we are getting late, come on."

"Wait! I made breakfast and I even made their favourite ca-kee..." my voice died down as no one stops and left from the front entrance.

Shortly, after a few seconds, I heard the sound gear of the car's motor engine and soon the car driving away.

I turn towards the table where the breakfast, Gulab Jamun, jalebi and cake was placed.

A tear flow from my right eye thinking I didn't even get to wish them. They didn't even acknowledge, my presents.

I felt like an unwanted person.

~~~~~~~~Flashback over~~~~~~~~~

It's not like we don't have a servant, but I like to do, so I do everything for them. It's just that we don't have a cook.

I was always home so as a housewife, I use to cook in the beginning. Not it's my duty or a housewife duty, because I truly cared so, I want them to be happy and appreciate me.

But then I slowly started to like making food, a new recipe, trying a different method, trying some weird experiment with food, so we never really needed a cook.

I took the complete responsibility of the kitchen as we had maids for other things like for laundry, cleaning, even gardening and some times I did do other some minor work too.

When I married Aryan Ji, I was just a high school graduate. Then after coming here my mother-in-law or mom as I call her, got me into an open online school (college).

I had to do the first year online from home since this was a new place for me Mom wanted me to first know the place and get used to it before I starting regular college for the rest and other things.

But after the first year, I had fallen pregnant, I still managed to somehow to pass entire college online.

No one other than me and mom knew about my college degree, that I had completed.