Author's Note ⚠️: This chapter contains violence....people who aren't comfortable with that... please skip..that part and read rest.
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Days passed by quicker than usual...or so I felt... Tomorrow is the day I'm gonna have this fight.....I'm sitting by the Window.....while Ahana's house is in Hustle Bustle.... don't take it wrong they aren't excited for me...but for the marriage function they're gonna attend in delhi... they're getting ready.....for their flight..

Now why only they're going....there are 2 reasons....one is obviously because tomorrow's the match....and next one is that I usually avoid it....not that I hate them....but the fact that they despise me...hate me...why? Only reason...I'm adopted...more like I am not the same blood....so they think I'm a illegitimate child....which may be I am...I really don't have any idea about what's my origin or who my birth parents are....

I'm not interested in finding them out... obviously why because They didn't need me when they left me all alone in an orphanage....why should I behave like a desperate fool....but no wonder why these people treat me this bad...if my birth parents abandoned me on the day I was born....then what good should I expect from others....

So yeah....As a child I didn't understand their hatred and always tried to play around or talk to my cousins who were somewhat my age...only to get disgusted looks from their mothers and then eventually get pushed away because I'm a dirty blood....If I would stick around their kids it would affect them... obviously they yelled this on my face but as a child I usually didn't understand much and just cried because they shouted at the top of their lungs....but that doesn't stop my parents from getting angry....

No no...not on that particular relative but me....all because I caused embarrassment....and would beat me up when we reached home.... eventually I just stopped asking them to take me with them for any family functions... fearing the beatings....but as I grew I understood what their words meant....it stung....I felt like my heart was stabbed and torn apart....but as you can see now I'm pretty much used to it....as I knew Hatred is all I would ever get...

''Ayye!! Kiska sapna dekh rahi hai!!" Ahana asked smacking my head....I glared at her..
"Shut up Ahana!"

"Oh fuck you!! What do you think filthy orphan....you would live at my house and then give me ugly looks .... remember who you are?? A dirty blood....a bastard child....so yeah classless bitch next time onwards behave with respect and lower your eyes you're nothing but a charity case staying at my house....it wouldn't take 5 seconds to throw your stupid ass out on the streets where you would beg for food!!" She yelled insults as usual... reminding me of my origins.....and walked off flipping her hair...

Well yeah...I'm a charity case too I just forgot to mention...
Just then Mr. & Mrs.Gupta came....
"Ghar ka dhyaan rakhnaa!! Aur...hum yaha nahi hai iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki tu kisika bistar garam karne nikal padegi!! " She warned and fortunately didn't lock kitchen this time ...and I just wiped off the tears brimming my eyes ...

I know They are just fond of hurting me but I can't help but feel bad....how can I not feel bad....she's warning me as if I were a whore that goes around fucking everyone.....when I'm not....it Hurts when they accuse me of something I never ever did....I didn't even do something to them that they just keep hurting me....

"Humlog ek hafte k liye  Delhi jaa rahe hai!" Mr.Gupta declared walking out the door not waiting for my response....
....I really don't know.....I just have Rs.100 with me....I will have to manage with this week

I sighed and sat on sofa....when the bell rang...I went to answer the door
And there stood Khan baba....
"Hi champ! Mene khaana laaya hai!!"
He cheered....I shook my head at this man child or may I say a bipolar....how I mean he is all bossy , strict and intimidating while he trains me but outside of that he a big softy...I really sound so repetitive bit it's true... I don't know how am I ever gonna repay all of his favours....he's just so selfless even when I never did something for him.... while everyone else just waits for a chance to push me down and step over my head...and show me my place.....

"Oh hello...!! Chalo chalo khana khaate hai! '' he said waving hands in front of my face....

"Khan baba iski kya zaroorat hai?" I said

"Oh melodrama band karo....mujhe Maalum hai voh log vaise bhi tujhe khaana nahi dete hai....aaj toh bahar bhi jaa rahe hai....toh maalum thaa tu bhooki hogi....toh now!! Dinner time chup chaap khaa lo...kal match hai!!" He said with a playful glare and we ate together

"Champ...'' he called

I hummed in response

"Mei kal match mei nahi aa sakta hoon!" He said with a hint of sadness in his voice....I was shocked....he always accompanied me to my matches...but from last 2-3 matches he gets busy with some work...as he says....I didn't pry him about that..as it might be something personal...I felt bad.. because he is the only person that would cheer me....but it's okay....I have to get used to it....he is already so good to me... expecting more will be really selfish..

"I'm sorry bacche!" He said with sadness

"Khan baba it's all okay aap...apna kaam kijiye...mei dekh loongi!!" I assured him...he was hesitant but finally agreed....and went out after giving me some money to reach the place and keys to the classes so that I can train before I go to the match...

I smiled at his concern and waved him bye...then went to bed....but sleep was far away from my eyes...all I could do was stare blankly at the ceiling... thinking about the match next day