Dreaming Freedom
Author's Note~
Hey guys! I hope you all are doing well.
Hmm...so have u ever considered reading something like giving you a headache or the story is too overwhelming or making you uneasy?
Well well well I was thinking of writing this story a long time ago, but I was afraid of being judged... Ugh y'know the feeling when people mentally attack through the comments, right 😮💨?
It is a story about I guess everyone's life. Some of you could relate to it 🙂.
Disclaimer: Some readers may find this story disturbing, If this story isn’t your cup of tea, feel free to stop here 🤚
Let's begin the journey ~
Reminder: THIS IS NOT A ROM-COM
Let me introduce my main lead—
Ridhi— 17 years old, has dusky skin, silky black hair, is good in everything except studies.
(My first language isn't English. I may make some mistakes, feel free to point out)
Trigger Warning:
This story touches on bullying, harassment, emotional manipulation, depression, and other mental health struggles.
If any of these topics are distressing for you, please feel free to skip this story. Take care of yourself first.
Ridhi
Hello! I'm Ridhi, and I'm 17 years old
Ridhi
I love my parents and my sibling but do they love me? I always had this question in my mind when my parents started seeing me as a bank.
Ridhi
You must be thinking what am I saying, right?
Ridhi
You read my story yourself, and then you decide.
Ridhi
If you liked the story, please give it a like. What do you lose by giving it a like? I just feel happy when I see even one like.
Ridhi
Hmm...now where should I start the story?
Ridhi
When I was born or now?
Ridhi
I don't even know what I did after I was born because I was very small 😐
Ridhi
Okay then, let’s begin from the time I stepped into my teenage years 💁♀️
Ridhi
But my father told me how notorious I was back then. Haha
Episode 1
Ridhi
Many people from middle-class families, especially in traditional or pressure-filled environments, grow up being told to "be practical" instead of chasing dreams.
I come from a middle-class family where dreams and passions have no place—only survival matters. No matter how hard I try, it's never enough for my family.
Ridhi
At first, my father wanted a boy, since my uncle already had three daughters, and they hoped a son would carry on the family name. But instead, a girl was born—me, But my father never complained—he accepted me wholeheartedly as his daughter.
Ridhi
In the same hospital ward, where my mother lay unconscious after giving birth to me, there was a woman beside her who had just delivered a baby boy. She was in unbearable pain, unable to move even an inch.
Ridhi
The woman was going insane from her unbearable pain, doctor came and gave her a sleeping injection to help her rest.
Ridhi
Now both the ladies are laying unconscious on their beds. Neither of them had seen their babies since giving birth.
Ridhi
My father and the woman’s husband were waiting outside because the nurse was cleaning the ward.
Ridhi
Now both men rushed to their wives after the nurse finished cleaning.
Ridhi
Somehow, both men ended up exchanging names—I’m not sure how it happened, but you know how men make friends, haha.
Mr. Bhattacharya
I gotta tell you something...
Mr. Bhattacharya
We already have three sons, and now another has just been born... Would it be too much to ask if we gave him to you, and you gave us your daughter?
Mr. Chaturvedi (Dad)
I’m truly sorry… but I can’t give you my daughter. She’s not just my child—she’s a piece of my soul, my own flesh and blood.
Mr. Bhattacharya
I see, I'm sorry
Mr. Chaturvedi (Dad)
it's okay
Ridhi
Slowly, both women began to regain consciousness. As their eyes fluttered open, they were finally met with the sight of their newborns—for the very first time.
Ridhi
My mother smiled the moment she saw me. After all, I was pretty adorable back then.
Ridhi
After spending some days in the hospital. We were discharged and came back home.
Episode 2
These photos are from Pinterest not mine.
Ridhi
My father told me that when I had just started walking, I used to do many notorious things like pulling my elders’ hair, biting them, spitting on them, hitting kids my age, and being very stubborn.
Ridhi
My cousins used to call me 'Chhoti Gundi' (Little gangster) 😭
Ridhi
My father used to bring me dolls to play with, but I didn’t really play with them. Instead, I took off their hands, legs, and heads, and placed them in the wrong places—like hands where the legs should be, and legs where the hands should be. I even put the head on backwards! I invented new types of creatures, felt proud of them, and showed them to my dad.
Ridhi
Honestly, I felt a little guilty when my dad told me, that I used to break those dolls and create strange creatures out of them—dolls that my father bought with his hard-earned money just to bring a smile to my face.
Ridhi
When I grew up, I understood that I wasn’t breaking—I was just curious. Children often explore the world in curious, creative ways. I was inventing, imagining, and expressing my creativity in my own way. His gift did bring me joy. And now that I understand its value, that’s growth and maturity.
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