AHEA Chapter 10: Progress

Chapter 10: Progress

It had been 4 months since Anjili moved out of the Raizada Mansion and she was slowly getting better. The family would often come visit her in her apartment which wasn’t too far away from the mansion and she in turn would visit them at RM. A month after leaving, she had introduced her family to her therapist and they began working out some stuff together as a family. It had helped them through a lot and they had become a lot closer. Now they frequently went with Anjili.

Her therapist knew that she was 90% better. He had even worked through her anger issues and her limp was now gone but there was something that needed to be done before she could fully become a new person. And he knew just what to do. After one of the family sessions, he had asked Khushi to stay behind.

“Mrs Raizada, would you mind helping me with something?” he asked Khushi.

“That depends on what it is.” She replied.

When the therapist explained what needed to be done, she was all game.

It was a bright Sunday morning and Anjili was sleeping in when she heard a knock on her door. She groaned. She didn’t want to wake up now, she had stayed up all night working on her college project. She turned over and pulled the pillow to cover her ears but the knocking didn’t stop.

She got up and stalked to the door getting ready to unleash the famous Raizada wrath. She ripped open the door to find her sister-in-law standing there.

“Babhi?” she said in surprise. “I don’t mean to be rude but why are you waking me up so early?”

“Your phone was off. What if there was a family emergency?”

“There’s a family emergency?!” asked Anjili in alarm.

“No no.” said Khushi trying to calm her down. “I was just saying that you shouldn’t turn your phone off because if there was a family emergency, we wouldn’t be able to reach you.”

“Oh ok. But the question still remains, what are you doing here?”

“It’s a surprise. Get dressed.”

Anjili’s eyes lit up. She loved surprises. “Surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Now get dressed.”

Anjili quickly got dressed and followed Khushi to the car.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“It’s a surprise.”

Soon the car pulled up outside her therapist’s clinic. Anjili gave Khushi a look.

“Just trust me ok.” Said Khushi before entering.

Khushi had a brief conversation with the receptionist and they were directed in to a big room with a lot of gym mats on the floor. Anjili’s therapist was there sitting on a bench.

“Ah you’re both here. Good. Now put on these fat suits.” He said and handed them their fat suits.

“Is this a joke?” asked Anjili.

“No, now come on.” Said Khushi pulling her into a changing room.

A few minutes later, both of them came out of the changing room in their fat suits.

“I feel stupid.” Said Anjili.

“You’re about to feel a whole lot better.” Said Khushi.

Anjili’s therapist handed her a long foam bat.

“Go on.” He said. “Take your anger out on Khushi.”

“This is ridiculous. I don’t hate Khushiji.”

“Di, we are just trying to help you.” Said Khushi. “You’ve already had your revenge on Shyam but you haven’t had your revenge on me. So go on hit me. I am the cause of all of this-”

Khushi didn’t get to finish her sentence because Anjili had whacked her with the foam bat. She continued whacking her and Khushi just stood there and took it.

“I hate you! It’s all your fault! I’m miserable now and you are happy. It’s not fair. You’ve taken away everything I hold dear. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” She screamed at Khushi.

After a while, Anjili dropped her bat and started crying. Khushi waddled close to her.

“I’m sorry Khushiji. I don’t really hate you.” She hiccupped.

“I know Di.” She said whilst trying to pat Anjili’s back. It was hard to comfort her because they were wearing fat suits. “You just needed to get that pent up frustration and anger out.”

“I know it’s not your fault and I didn’t mean anything I said. Honest-”

“I know, I know. I agreed to do this to help you. How do you feel?”

“Like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” She said honestly.

“Are you ready to come home or are you going to stay in your apartment still?”

“No, I want to come home. I miss my family.”

Khushi smiled. “It’s good to have you back Di.”

Anjili returned her smile. “It’s good to be back babhi.”