Ranveer's POV
The voice of the thunder woke me up.
I sat on the bed and looked around.
The sound of the thunder was frightening me.
Mom!
Mom!
I took the teddy bear in my hand and went toward's mom's room.
I love this teddy bear.
Mom gifted me this today.
Today was my seventh birthday.
Mom has invited everybody.
I cut the cake and fed everyone and then played games with my friends.
I was so happy today.
I don't want to disturb mom and dad but today I don't want to sleep alone.
I went towards the room and saw that the door was open.
I clutched the teddy bear tightly as I saw dad was beating mom with a belt.
Why is he beating mom ?
"please stop," mom was crying but dad didn't stop.
He pushed mom on the ground and pulled the pleats of her saree and started beating her more.
"Ashok please stop," she was crying but dad didn't stop.
"M..om." I stuttered and both of them looked at me.
Their eyes widened as they saw me and then again dad went back to beating her and after a few minutes he left the room.
I went into the room as mom wiped her tears and adjusted her saree.
I sat on her lap and hugged her.
She hugged me and started crying once again.
"Mom why was dad beating you?" I asked.
"I don't know Ranveer,"she said and once again started crying.
I got up, went into my room and took out the first aid kit.
I opened it and took out an ointment.
Mom always applies this on me when I am hurt.
I took it to her and sat in front of her.
"What is this?" she asked.
"For you, mommy," I said as I opened it and started applying on her hand which had become red.
She kept the ointment aside and took me in her arms and once again started crying.
Why was dad beating mom?"
End of flashback.
I woke up from my sleep and felt that I was sweating.
Again that dream?
Every year I dream of this on my birthday.
When will this stop?
It has been so many years but still I can't totally move on.
I freshened up and cleaned my whole room.
The door rang and I went downstairs and opened the door for Daya uncle.
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