Apple Of His Eyes

3. Reality of toppers

"You are a disgrace to our family. Such a nuisance you are. How can you score this low in the test? Is this what I taught you?" My mom yelled at me while I silently listened to her.

"You scored 8/10? Where are the other 2 marks? A simple calculation can't be done by you? Huh?" She kept yelling.

This has been my life ever since my childhood. This thing doesn't even bother me now. I am always scolded for this.

When she saw me not responding and looking at her with no expression, anger took over her and she went out of the room.

I know what's coming for me. This has been her regular routine. This doesn't even bother me anymore.

She entered the room with a broom and hit my jaw. It pained but I endured all my pain. This has been my life since childhood.

Everytime, I am beaten for this. For every silly mistake I do. I hate my mother with everything in me. She doesn't even care about me. She never looked at me as her child but instead, as her money machine.

When I was only 4, she got a trainer for me who would teach me basketball. I have been a basketball champ since so many years and am a state level player.

People always think that I have the best life. I am good at studying, good at sports, state level basketball player and I am very powerful. I can easily challenge anyone in a fight and still win.

But am I happy with all these? If you ask me then NO. No matter how happy I look from the outside, I am broken from within. I just pretend that I am happy with the life I have because that's what people expect from me.

I envy those children who go out with their parents, play with them and have parents who unconditionally love them. Unfortunately, this has never been in my life. I am always unlucky in things like these.

My father died 2 months before I was born. I have never seen my father in real life except his very old pic which doesn't look real at all.

My mother is very greedy. If she wants, she can even sell me for money. She used to pamper me with love until I was 6. After that, my whole life changed.

I don't know what happened to her but she started drinking and whenever she comes home drunk, she beats me.

I used to worry for her at first but now I hate her. She always pressures me to come first in exams. She just wants me to come first in school. Last year when I was in 10th, I tried hard to come first but instead, I came 8th. I had scored 97.6%. When she saw that I was not first, she beat me to pulp. I was bleeding heavily after that but she didn't cared.

That was when I started hating her.

"It's 7:30 already. You have school at 8:30. Get ready now." She said and went out of my room.

As soon as she went out of my room, a drop of tear fell from my eyes. I immediately wiped it off. I am never crying because of her.

I took my towel and went inside the bathroom to wash up. I entered and started the shower. As soon as the water hit my wounds, it pained at tears automatically fell from my eyes. I didn't stop myself this time.

My whole life rewind in front of me. Life has been so hard for me. Growing without a father figure, always beaten up by my mom, pressure of coming first in everything and still people assume that I have the best life.

After my crying session, I finished showering and came out of the bathroom with a towel around my hips. I was drying my hair when a notification popped on my phone screen.

I took my phone and checked the notification.

Happy Birthday Shuvam

It was my Callender who wished me. I had marked this date in my Callender as his birthday. I even forgot about my own birthday because what is the use of it when this date was a disgrace to the earth.

I placed my phone on the table and dressed up quickly for school. I have my chemistry test tomorrow so I have no time for celebrating my birthday. Also no one knows about my birthday so no one will wish me or even give me a surprise.

I packed my bags and went out of my house without having breakfast. I reached school and started studying for my chemistry test tomorrow. I reached the class first so there are a few students present now.

4 very cringe girls whom I never talked to because they are very cringe and annoying and 2 guys with whom I am not close. I don't like talking to girls. I have a few male friends. Many girls have proposed to me but I was never interested in them. Till date, I have never had any girlfriend because I never got any special interest in anyone.

I never thought of it tho since I have been pressured to always study.

Slowly, the students started coming and the classes started. The classes went on and now, it was the last period. It's winter, so many students are absent today. I was chilling with my friends in the class when our physical education teacher came.

"Everyone are instructed to escort me towards the ground." Sir instructed and since it was the last period, everyone took their bags and started going.

We reached the ground and the students were slowly being called from their roll nos.

Mine was called and I went to stand in the weight machine first.

"74kg." Sir announced.

Then I stood with the support of the door for getting my height measured.

"187 cm." Sir announced and I went away.

I started talking with my friends and just then, humanities students entered the ground.

"They are also called her for BMI report?" My friend asked.

"Maybe I don't know." I said and started talking with them about other random topics.

I was gossiping with them just when, I felt like someone was looking at me. I checked and it was a girl shamelessly checking me out while talking to one of my classmates whom I never talked to.

Since, I was not interested so I broke the eye contact we created for a few seconds. I looked back and saw that she broke the eye contact too and looked a bit embarrassed.

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Hey!

Today's update is out. This is Shuvam's pov.

Hope y'all liked it.

Next chapter will be out soon.

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