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Hey guys,
Before I begin, I'd like to mention that this has been inspired by Chhavi's latest tweet and I really wanted to write and share my own version of Naya Rang because only God knows what the CVs have in store but at least in this fan fiction, everything will happen the way I want it to. So please bear with me and my crappy writing and your feedback is always encouraging so keep the love or hate coming in 😊
NAYA RANG - CHAPTER ONE - THE NEW BEGINNING
"Mrityuinjay, can you please bring the milk quickly! Aditi, baby, please don't cry like this. See, look, aunty is right here with you. No one will hurt you here," reassured Tara while gently bouncing the baby in her arms.
The soft pattering of the rain on the window had been muffled by the loud cries of the baby who had been unsettled for the past 3 days. They had managed to somehow rent out this shanty house with the money that was under Mrityunjay's name but the money from the trust fund couldn't possibly last them their whole lifetime, not when they have little Aditi to support as well. Tara continued to pace the length of the small room with the howling baby when suddenly her cries had come to sudden halt. Tara felt something slimy and wet dribbling down her back when the wafting smell of vomit hit the tip of her nose.
"Oh no Aditi, is this why you were crying? Oh dear now we both have to change!" Tara sighed deeply as she placed the pacified child on the bed in front of her.
Tara opened her black duffel bag in which she had stuffed in all the clothes she could have possibly fit before fleeing from the mansion. From the tangle of clothes, Tara pulled out a lovely baby pink dress that Aditi had worn the day of her half b'day.
"Tara Bahu! Meethi Bahu! Where are you all?," Baba yelled excitedly as he struggled to maintain all the bags in his hands.
"What's wrong Baba? Why do you have so many bags in your hand. Is there something special today?," Tara inquired while peeking into the colourful bags Baba's arms had been adorned with.
"Today is our little Aditi's half-b'day so I bought balloons, party hats, cake and also a special dress for my beautiful granddaughter and every six months we'll have a party for this princess!" Baba chirped as he handed all the bags to Tara to carry a gurgling Aditi in his arms who rubbed her tiny nose against Baba's nose.
Tears began to spill out of her eyes as she clutched the pink dress to her chest. It was as if she could still see Baba's smiling face who waited every morning to have a cup of tea with his bahu, hear Meethi's ranting about how crazy motherhood is, taste the food Sasuma had prepared specially for her and feel the presence of Adi always teasing her and Mrityunjay. A soft cry emanated from Tara's mouth as she recalled the smear of blood on the floor that led her to a closed door. She began to sob when she remembered turning the doorknob slowly and finding the room lined with bodies of her family members which had been saturated in each other's blood. Tara screamed loudly and collapsed to the ground clutching the dress tighter to her chest.
"Tara! Tara! What happened? Why are you crying?" Mrityunjay enquired while engulfing Tara in his arms and gently coursing his fingers through her hair.
Tara buried her face in his warm chest and tightened her grip around his broad frame. Her shivering body began to relax as Mrityunjay took a clean cloth and wiped the vomit remnants from her back before coaxing her to stand up again. He took the dress from Tara's shaky hands and quickly changed Aditi who also seemed to have relaxed at the presence of her uncle, as he gave her little pecks on her cheek for being a good little girl.
"Here is your night gown. Go have a shower and change. I'll feed and put Aditi to sleep, ok?" Mrityunjay said as he placed the silky material in her hands and returned to the bed to feed Aditi.
The jet stream of the water from the shower head ran down Tara's petite frame washing away all the tension hidden deep beneath her skin.The heat of the perfectly shaped droplets hitting her skin almost lulled her to sleep when the pool of water beneath her feet started to turn a crimson red. Her breathing became erratic as slowly slowly the water droplets all turned red, completely drowning her in a tsunami of blood.
"Mrityunjay! Mrityunjay! There's blood everywhere!" Tara screamed at the top of her lungs as she propelled herself out of the shower and into the safe arms of Mrtyunjay who ran in afraid of what he would see.
"Tara calm down it's only water! See, no blood, just nice hot water," Mrityunjay whispered as he pulled Tara's naked body close to his own.
He grabbed the towel on the rack and began to wipe the drops of water on her velvety skin as her breathing slowed down to a steady pace. She huddled closer to him as he gently dried the brown strands of her long hair which snaked down to her hips. He hugged her tightly and placed little kissed on the curve of her neck before placing a peck on her forehead. He covered up her frail body with the silky garment and lifted her into his strong and safe arms where he noticed her burying her small face into his broad chest.
He placed Tara on the bed next to a sleeping Aditi who he had pacified just before he heard Tara screaming hysterically. He could visibly see the fear and desperation in the depths of her brown eyes dissipate as her fatigued body came into contact with the cushioned bed beneath. Tara had drifted off to sleep with the warmth of his body blanketing her from the coldness surrounding her. His eyes had also begun to droop when he saw a black shadow prance across the walls. He got up carefully, ensuring his sudden movement didn't wake either Tara or Aditi, and tiptoed to the curtain drawn windows. There was nothing outside except the mere puddles of rainwater in the potholes in the roads.
"Hmm must have been just my imagination,'" Mrityunjay thought to himself as he returned to the comfort of the bed.
"Don't worry Tara, as long as I am here, nothing will happen to you or Aditi. That's my promise," Mrityunjay whispered into their ears as the three huddled together under the covers.
Mrityunjay's eyes had finally surrendered to his drowsiness and soon the black shadow pranced across the walls once again.
So how was it? Good? Bad? Meh ok? Do let me know what you think so far and apologies for the poor expression! I hate creative writing because I can never express my thoughts coherently but you guys always encourage me to write so here it is 😊
Shegufta xx
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