ANUSHKA - THE UNHEARD TRUTH
Ep 11
The air in the house is suffocating. Anushka stands in the middle of the room, eyes red, chest rising and falling rapidly, clutching the last threads of hope that maybe—just maybe—her parents would hear her out.
Anushka Sharma (Fl )
(desperately):
Papa, just five minutes—just five minutes I’m begging you—please let me speak!
Monika Sharma ( Fl aunt )
(calmly, from behind):
Let her speak? What more filth is left to spill?
Anushka Sharma (Fl )
(turning):
Please stop interfering! You don’t even—
Manoj Sharma (fl dad)
*(slams his hand on the table):
ENOUGH!
Her voice dies in her throat. The room freezes.
Manoj Sharma (fl dad)
(breathing heavily):
Not. Another. Word.
*He walks toward her, his face unreadable, and stands inches away.*
(low and sharp):
Go. Back. To your room, Anushka.
Her name doesn’t sound like love anymore. It sounds like shame.
Anushka Sharma (Fl )
(barely audible):
Papa, I didn't—
Manoj Sharma (fl dad)
(shouting):
I SAID BACK TO YOUR ROOM!
She flinches. A lump rises in her throat. She wants to scream. To cry. To fight. But the weight in her chest is too heavy. Her legs move before her heart can protest.
She turns, defeated, each step back to her room echoing louder than any scream she could’ve made.
Behind her, she hears her mother sob quietly… and her aunt’s fake sigh of sorrow.
But not a single voice calls her back.
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