"Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?"

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The Present (contd.)

Her fingers pause in their exploration. She turns to leave the bed. A thousand tasks await her. As she moves away, she feels a sharp pull and finds herself held flat against his chest. She thinks of struggling, pulling away but then relaxes. A smile forms on her face. He lets out a drawn-out sigh of utter contentment. She swears he would purr if only he could. The early morning sun casts warm patterns around the two entwined bodies.... 


Flashback



"Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?"

(What are you doing here?)


Hooriya

The bustling energy of a house witnessing a marriage ceremony dies down as night descends. Sparkling streams of fairy lights however remain hanging as they cast a glow of softness on everything. The evening's horrors are supplanted by what to her eyes seemed like an almost otherworldly fantasy land. The haveli itself stands tall, palatial in the middle of what appeared to her like nowhere as they had arrived in the dark. Then there were the inmates, relatives she had been hurriedly introduced to by a father who himself was a stranger to her. There had been a few ladies who seemed busy with the ongoing festivities and meek servants marked out only by their desire to reflect nothing but an uncanny subservience. Back in the city, her mother lay comatose, attached to wires and a beeping machine that signaled the spark of life within her unresponsive body. The numb horror of that stark reality and the phantasmagoria of this place so alien and yet somehow familiar make sleep impossible. Tossing and turning in a bed that provides no comfort, she finally gives in to the mounting thirst within her and decides to go in search of water. Little does Hooriya know what awaits her at the bottom of the stairs.


Balaj

Not used to the thousand and one rituals, Balaj had escaped at the last moment for a breath of fresh air. A drive to the riverbank in the dark was just what he needed. The cooling breeze and a solitary smoke were enough to set him to rights. There had been some commotion in the house when he left. Chachu had found his daughters and he had brought them to the house. This will keep the women busy for a while now. Hopefully, that would mean cutting short these thousand and one wedding rituals though he very much doubted that. What he needed now was a good night's sleep. Never one to hold fancies in his heart, Balaj is not a groom plagued by visions of his future wife. Amber had looked lovely today but Malik Balaj had been too bothered by the thousand and one teasing taunts thrown at him by the ladies to think of anything apart from how to escape. 


Yet as he walks into the quiet slumbering house, she is the last person in the world he might have imagined running into there. Not in the city, but in his den, in his home. His surprise bursts out in the angry question and as expected that badtameez has the nerve, the audacity to ask him what he is doing in his own home! Tonight, her hair, which tied up in the city had made her look like a bristling tigress, hangs loose like a mane around her face. If only he could reach out and use it to strangle her, his mind would finally be calm. Her brashness rings even louder in these halls that had never echoed such tones in his memory. She stomps down the stairs like she owns the place, questions him about his presence in his own home, throws a challenge at him, and then asks him the direction to the kitchen all in a single breath! God help her. Her death is surely written at his hands.

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