Chapter~ 1
"KALI THAKUR" Om broke open the haveli door and shouted loudly.
"KALI THAKUR"
"itna sor kahe macha rahe ho" a lady replied from the corridor.
Om turned his head towards the owner of the voice. A lady draped in a purple saree resembling that of the thakurain's descended the stairs holding the aarti plate in her hands. The fog hid her face.
The fog of diya cleared and Om was flabbergasted to see her. The same woman whom he despises with his every fibre of being, Gauri Kumari Sharma. A woman whom he believed was a devil, a home wrecker and gold digger under the mask of an innocent bubbly village girl.
Gauri lifted her gaze and saw him. The very same man who hurled insulting words when ever they met. The man who saved her from the evil schemes of Kali Thakur and blidfolded villagers. The man who hates her from the bottom of his heart and unfortunately the man whom she admires and maybe loves, Omkara Singh Oberoi.
Memories of their symbolic wedding flashed in his mind. Care, concern, love, thousands of emotions flickered in her eyes for a nanosecond before they turned stoic.
You can't fall weak, Gauri! She reprimanded herself.
She looked at him with piercing gaze and did his aarti. She extended her hand to apply tikka when he stopping her raising his hand. She behaves ignorant about his actions and applies the tikka. She, then, bends down and drops few rice grains on his feet.
"stop you drama."
"ye koi drama nahi hai, Omkara ji. Ye humari thakuron ki parampara. Jise main nibhaa rahi hoon." she retorted back.
"your are one of the most disgusting people I have ever met in my life. Jab tumhe shaadi karna tha to bhaagi kyun. Tumhari wajah se is haveli ki asli thakurain mar chuki hai. Aur tum yaha thankurain bankar ghoom rahi ho. Tum ek zehrili naagin se bhi badtar ho. Chi." he spat in anger.
"any ways mujhe tumse koi baat nahi karni. Ye batao ki Chulbul kaha hai."
"kaun chulbul."
"mera dost, mera humraz, mera humdard aur mera dost, mera Chulbul. Batao kaha chupaa kar rakha hai use."
Gauri wanted to cry on the irony in their lives. She is Gauri and she is Chulbul. But Om hates Gauri like anything and considers Chulbul to be his humraz, humdard, best buddy. Composing herself from the inner turmoil, she did whatever was the best that moment.
"hum koi Chulbul ko nahi jaante. Aur hum maante bhi nahi ki koi insaan itna acha ho sakta hai. Is duniya mein log sirf paison ke liye kaam karte hain. Pyaar, viswas jaisi cheezon ki to koi mahatv hi nahi. Zarur wo bhi dhokha de raha hoga."
Om became furious listening her speak bad about Chulbul. He threw the aarti plate in the air and looked at her dangerously.
"yaha ho kya raha hai?" Kali Thakur came down hearing the noises.
Om walked towards him like an angry lion and held his collar.
"Chulbul kaha hai?" rage dripping in his voice.
Kali removed Om's hands from his collar and wiped it removing the invisible dust on his over coat.
"mil jayega. Meri aur gouri ki shaadi ke baad." he replied.
He clapped his hands and a sevak from inside.
"humare mehmaan ka khaas khyaal rakha jaye, aakhir wo humare liye hai hi bohot khaas."
Om left with the servant after giving a deadly glare to Kali Thakur and Gauri.
"agar tumne use kuch batane ki koshish ki to... tum jaanti ho main kya kar sakta hoon." Kali left leaving Gauri alone in the living hall cry over her condition. Neither could she help nor could she tell anything to Omkara. He would never take help nor listen to any of her pleads. Dejected, she left to her room.
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So, here ends the first hcapter.
Edited by Nivijo - 8 years ago
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