I came home late from work, and as soon as I entered the house, I heard my daughter crying upstairs. Sensing something was wrong, I ran upstairs and saw that his face was red, sweaty, and flushed with thirst for milk. Her milk bottle was empty, while right next to her, little Aarav – her husband’s son – was drinking heavily from the milk box I had bought just yesterday.

I was stunned. For the past few days, I have been noticing that my daughter has become very thin, always crying at night due to hunger. I thought it was because of her physical appearance, but a cruel truth unfolded before my eyes.

My mother-in-law came upstairs from the kitchen. When Kamala saw me standing there, she paused for a moment and then defended herself:

“Yes… I feed Aarav now, there is still a lot of milk. It is important to take care of my grandson, he will grow up quickly and be healthy, and my daughter can eat less, no problem. ”

My ears were ringing, and I was trembling with rage:

“I had bought milk for my daughter, not to feed the whole family! She is still young and has a weak stomach, how can you bear to give her all share to others?”

Mrs. Kamala raised her chin, her voice stiffening:

“It’s okay for the daughter to eat less, when she gets married, why spend so much? Talk about the eldest grandson of the Sharma family, if you don’t take care of him, who will you keep?”

These words were like stabbing me in the heart. I picked up my daughter, and saw her crying red eyes, and tears welled up in my eyes. At the same time, my husband – Rajesh – came home from work, and my brother-in-law – Anil – also arrived. My mother-in-law immediately changed her tone, pretending to sigh:

“Your daughter-in-law is so selfish, she doesn’t care about her grandson, and when she saw you feeding Aarav, she created a ruckus. ”

I clutched my daughter tightly in my arms, choking my throat. If I kept quiet, my daughter would suffer forever. But if I spoke in front of everyone, family ties would break down immediately. The whole house fell silent, except for the sound of my daughter crying…

I hugged my daughter tightly, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling but firm voice:

“Mom, I can’t stand it anymore. My daughter is also your granddaughter. Why do you discriminate like this?”

Rajesh frowned, looking straight at his mother:

“Mom… Is that true?”

Mrs. Kamala paused for a moment, then immediately changed the subject:

“Oh my God, just a little milk. What do you guys know? I have brought them up since childhood, I should know what is good for them. Aarav is the eldest grandson, what’s the harm in giving him a little more?”

Anil, who was standing next to me, spoke too, his voice half joking and half serious:

“Okay, my sister should eat less, give me some milk too.” And there will be no harm in sharing the milk that you have bought. ”

Hearing this, I felt as if cold water had been poured on me. I looked at Rajesh, hoping he would defend me. But he remained silent, his eyes wavering, as if he understood the difference between me and my mother.

I choked up:

“If you also think that your daughter will have to starve to give milk to someone else, I have nothing more to say. ”

I put the empty milk bottle on the table, my voice faltering:

“From now on, I will buy, store and feed my baby myself. Now no one has the right to take away his share. ”

The atmosphere of the room was as tense as wire. Mrs. Kamala turned red with anger, was about to speak up to protest when my daughter cried again, her weak scream heartbreaking.

Rajesh came near, trembling, saw the slender baby in my lap, then turned to see the half-empty milk box in Aarav’s hands. His eyes slowly turned…

Part 2 – Rajesh’s Choice

There was a deep silence in the room. My daughter was still sobbing in my lap, her weak screams piercing my heart. Rajesh took another step forward, his eyes fixed on the empty milk carton in Aarav’s hand, then he turned and looked at me.

“That’s it, Mom. His voice trembled, but firm.

Kamala was shocked, raising a slight eyebrow:
“Rajesh, what are you saying? She is the eldest granddaughter. A daughter… You can eat less. ”

Rajesh clenched his fists:
“Don’t say that again, Mom. My daughter is also your granddaughter. She’s so weak, how can you give her share to someone else? Ever since I was little, I have seen you taking Anil’s side, but today, I can’t keep quiet for a moment. ”

The whole room was stunned. Anil was about to interrupt with a frown:

“Rajesh, you are exaggerating. It’s just a little bit of milk, why are you making so much of it? ”

Rajesh turned, his voice cold:
“Shut up, Anil. It’s not “a little milk.” This is my child’s life. Look at how skinny he is, he cries every night. While your baby is filling up. Have you ever thought about the pain of a hungry child?”

The atmosphere was tense, as if it was going to explode. Kamala’s face turned pale, her face stammering:
“You… Do you dare to talk to me like that?”

Rajesh looked up at his mother, her eyes red:
“I never wanted to argue with you. But this time, I choose my wife and my daughter. If you continue to discriminate, I will throw my wife out of this house. I would rather rent a small room and take care of my family by myself, rather than let my daughter behave like a stranger in her own house. ”

These words were like thunder in the clear sky. I was stunned, my heart pounding, I couldn’t believe that Rajesh dared to say what I had always wanted.

भाग 3 – चरमोत्कर्ष

Mrs. Kamala turned red with anger:
“How dare you put your daughter-in-law above your mother? Rajesh, how long have women been provoking this family?”

I hugged my daughter, tears streaming down my face, but this time I didn’t stay silent:
“Mom, I didn’t provoke anyone. I was just protecting my child. It is also the blood of this family. If you can’t love him, please don’t take his life. ”

Anil slammed his hand on the table angrily:
“You’re right! This family has always given importance to sons. As a daughter-in-law, you should know how to bow down. Don’t let Rajesh come behind you and go against the whole family. ”

Rajesh suddenly stepped forward and stood right in front of me and my daughter. His voice echoed like a knife that shattered all plans:

“Anil, I am not against my family. I’m just protecting my wife and kids. If you want to call it betrayal, I agree. But I will never see my children starving in this house. ”

As soon as he said this, the whole house shook. Mrs. Kamala was stunned, her eyes full of anger, but at the same time a confusion.

Rajesh turned to me, put his hand on my shoulder, his voice choked but firm:

“Don’t worry. From now on, no one can take away our daughter’s share. I promise. ”

I hugged my daughter tightly, tears flowing continuously. Amidst this storm of family, Rajesh finally decided to stand by me and my daughter. A ray of hope arose in my heart.

Outside, the night breeze whistled through the window, signaling a storm that had not yet subsided. But at least this time, I’m not alone.

– Secret tricks and shocking decisions

After that tense evening, the atmosphere in the Sharma family’s home had become as heavy as a dark cloud. I kept my promise: I locked the milk in the cupboard, fed my daughter myself, and then didn’t let anyone touch her. But I knew that Kamala’s mother-in-law would not give up easily.

In the days that followed, her attitude towards Rajesh began to change. In front of him, she looked tired, complaining with a sigh:

“Your daughter-in-law is so good, you obey everything she says. Now your mother and I are like strangers. Ever since she came here, I have lost my son…”

She deliberately narrated this to Rajesh, whispering to the neighbours:

“Rajesh is not like a child nowadays. It’s all because of his wife. Women these days are really scary.”

Anil also whispered:
“Rajesh, I have been seduced by my wife. It’s just a matter of milk, nothing. But now everyone in the family looks at me differently. ”

I could clearly see that Rajesh was in a dilemma. Each time he returned, he would be silent, silent, and his eyes would be heavy. I was afraid that he would waver under pressure from his mother and brother.

One evening, while I was putting my baby to bed, Rajesh suddenly sat down next to me and held my hand tightly:

“I’ve made up my mind. ”

I was shocked, my heart sank:

“You… What are you going to do?”

He looked at me, his eyes firm:

“Tomorrow, I will get you and the baby out of this house.” I’ve got a small apartment near my workplace. She’s not luxurious, but no one can touch our daughter anymore. ”

I was stunned, I couldn’t believe my ears.

The next morning, as the whole family was having breakfast, Rajesh placed the new keys of the house on the table, his voice echoing like a hammer:

“Today, we’re going to move out of here. I can’t hurt my wife anymore, and I can’t hurt my daughter either. This is not betrayal, but the responsibility of a husband and a father. ”

The whole family was stunned. Anil opened his mouth. Mrs. Kamala turned pale and stood up:

“Rajesh! Do you dare to leave me? Just for one daughter?”

Rajesh squeezed my hand and said firmly:

“Not for my daughter. But for my real family. You may not appreciate it, but to me it is my world. ”

Kamala choked up, her eyes filled with anger, and I burst into tears in Rajesh’s arms.

It was at that moment that I understood: No matter how severe the storm ahead, my husband had made the right choice. He chose his wife, his children, and chose a new path – a path that may break up the big family, but will protect our small family.