Whose game is it?

Posted on by Reena Saxena

Sania’s indignation is visible more in her red eyes and tight fists, rather than in her broken words, “I did not expect this from you.”

“You expected me to keep giving without taking care of my own needs first,” Anju’s response is cold.

“For years, I gave in to the wishes of the family, and the expectations only kept growing. I observed keenly how successful people operate, but it took me a while to ace the game.”

“We did not know you were playing a game,” Sania’s tears are streaming now.

“It was always a game – first yours, now mine.”

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