A couple of days ago, Achiel had met with Derek in a public garden. Achiel had met him to discuss with him the article that Derek had wanted to publish. Derek had wanted to publish an article about Miss Zoe having an affair with her new boss. He wanted to create a scandal. A scandal that would help bring his company back into the business world. Achiel had decided to discourage him. "I used to think that you were smart, Derek. But you are no different from Harold and his shitty brother." Achiel had mocked. "You shut the fuck up, scumbag! Or is it a trash bag?! Isn't that your title?" Derek had retorted, with a corny smile. "That they call me a trash bag doesn't mean I am that. But I mean, you are a different story. The way you think and address situations screams how dull you are." "You fucking piece of shit. I don't even know why I'm standing here with you?" Derek became furious and decided to leave. "I have a proposal for you." Achiel called him back. Derek had stopped walkin
All jaws dropped to the floor. Everyone was crushed to smithereens by confusion. Everyone was taken aback, knocked for a loop, stunned speechless, gobsmacked, flabbergasted, thunderstruck, dumbfounded,in disbelief, astounded, overwhelmed, and.... (words elude)The video was proof enough! What is grandmother doing? Why did she suddenly slap Achiel? What in the world!!!"Is this family a joke to you! Ah! Achiel! Is this family a joke to you? After all this family did for you?!!!" Grandmother raved in utmost rage. When Harold heard and saw this, his accelerated heartbeat slowly calmed. He suddenly became hopeful. Even Madam had just snapped out of a long trance.Was Grandma trying to ignore everything that Achiel had just said, looking away from the claims of the maids and proofs presented by Derek? None of the people could tell what was happening. Achiel was broken into confetti by the hammer of confusion. He could do nothing but stare inquisitively and bewildered at Grandma. "How c
"Ouch! Ouch! This hurts. This hurts so bad." Derek groaned as he tried to fight himself free. He couldn't possibly forcefully fight himself free. Though he was feeling pain, yet he wouldn't want to hurt the old woman. He has a father and knows what having an elderly person means. But this pain was becoming unbearable for him. Why is this old woman doing this to him? He wasn't even part of her family? While Derek was suffering the pain, he was trying to read the odds, too. "Please stop. This hurts." He reached his hand to touch the back of Grandma's hand. "It's not supposed to make you laugh. It's supposed to bring you to your senses." The old woman said, adding more pressure. Derek couldn't hold himself up anymore. He dropped on his knees. Grandma let go of his ears. "How can your finger be so strong? Ow." Derek made a fuss, groaning. "How dare you have an affair with a married woman? How dare you have an eye for someone who belongs to another man? What has the world beco
There was a long minute of silence. Everyone watched as the old woman walked out of the White Hall through her special door. This was an unusual and sad day in the history of Auroville Groups. And the family at large. None of the family members had ever been shut out of the group! None of them have had the reason never to be a part of the family anymore! Madam's family would be the first. Many of those present were still trying to decide whether or not this is real. They wanted to know whether or not this was not a sort of spell or trance they'd been launched into. "What a great torn in the flesh of this great family!" A voice out of nowhere ran across the hall. Every eye looked in the direction of the voice. No one could tell precisely what the intention behind the tone was. "This is such a sad day for all of us. One of us is no longer a part of us!" It was a young man with silver hair. "Bullshit! They deserved it! That's what you get when you don't know how to keep your family
Achiel's reflexes took control of his body. Involuntarily, he threw his other arm in the direction of the force and felt a contact. "Ouch! Ow, Achiel. That hurts." A man groaned, staggering to the back as he clutched his hand to his nose. Achiel turned to see Derek. "Oh shit, Derek. It's you." Achiel sounded very concerned. His feelings and reactions at that moment were very genuine. "Of course it's me. What's the matter with you? Why would you suddenly do that?" Derek was not willing to drop this. He must be suffering from some pain. Achiel had struck him where the old woman had made a feast of his ear. "I'm sorry, man. Let's drop this. I didn't know you would be there. You could have just called my name. What happened to that? Was that not how you would do in the past?" While Achiel tried to apologise, he tried to create a fort, too. "What if it was a kid behind you? Would you have done that, too?" Derek kept on arguing. "Okay, let it pass. Let's just get out of here. We ca
Achiel had a couple of things going on in his mind. Things were beginning to go in his direction, and he couldn't feel any better. He'd watched as grandma had laid a curse on Madam. He should feel a little ounce of pity for Madam, but he couldn't bring himself to that remote emotion. If there was anyone who should suffer a terrible fate, it was that wicked woman. Achiel was prepared to do no other thing but enjoy the bliss of watching Madam crumble to dust. As much as it seemed as though he had brought her down, he knew that he was just getting started. There were still a lot of things to do. He still had a long way to go. "For now, I should let her tend to her wound for a while. And when the wound is about to be healed, I'd dig deeper into it and make a larger gore." He nodded, a gentle smile pacing his face.He was driving in a responsible speed, his grip slowly moving on the wheels. Suddenly, his mind stumbled upon something. "Oh shit, why did I forget this?" He exclaimed. He
In Auroville Mansion, Madam's home, there were chills and pangs. Harold, Marion, and Fabien were on their knees staring up ahead. Their faces were solemn and troubled. Their cheeks were flushed, and their eyes were growing weary. It was as though there was no life in there. They were all staring at someone who was seated in a fancy as well as an expensive chair. Madam. She was seated in the chair, staring into the space. For a few seconds, it felt like it was a staring contest between the children and their mother. It was hard to tell who the winner would be. Though Madam hardly blinked, compared to the rest who blinked every second as though their lives depended on it. "Please say something, Mother. Please." Fabien was the first to severe the choking silence. "It is as though our life will end if you keep quiet all day long." Marion added emphatically. "Since we have arrived from the white hall, you have been silent. Speak to us, Mother. Whatever. Anything." Harold, the eldest
Madam pushed the door to Hannah's room opened. She could hear her sons calling her name, but she didn't seem to care. Her face was too solemn to house a shade of concern or empathy. Hannah was lying on the bed. A doctor had come to check her immediately after they arrived from the white hall. The doctor had told them that Hannah needed to rest for a long time. As soon as her body system adjusts to the natural order of the stimulus, then she would wake up of her own accord. That was the exact reason that they had left her alone. But now, suddenly, Madam had barged into her room. Knowing fully well that the doctor had warned that a forceful waking could affect Hannah's mental state of mind. That was the exact reason why the sons were very worried. They couldn't begin to imagine what their mother might be up to. Madam didn't walk straight to her bed. Instead, she changed her route in the direction of the restroom. She headed into the restroom. "Where is she?" Harold had rushed into