The Wedding SS - Ek Duje Ke Vaaste - Page 6

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I was so damned sure Shravan was listening and he was!

Nice update!

I like how sumo is all about food even after running away from her marriage!

Can't wait to see Shravan's reaction!

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Sumo has opened up her feelings which were somewhere hidden corner of her heart.
Pushkar is bestest friend of Sumo more than Shravan. because he doesn't have any expectation from her.

So vakeel saab ne sunli
poori baat sunli ya phir ada adhura sunke phir koi conclusion mein toh nehin ayega na.

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Chapter 3

AN:- Again. Filled with Hindi dialogues because feels...

PS. This is not edited so if you find any errors do let me know!

Enjoy!

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"Itni baar bola ki best friend ho voh dimag mein kabhi nahi betha par ek baar bola gusse mein ki sab kuch khatam toh dil par le kar beth gayi?"

I quickly turn around and what I find behind me leaves me rooted to the bench.

"Shravan... Tum yahan?"

"Jawab do Suman. Ek baar bola hummari dosti khatam to jhaat se maan liya. Phele jab gusse mein itna sunaya tumko tab to haq se aakar takkar ka jawab deti thi to ab kya hua?" The anger in his voice grows with each word he says and each step he takes towards me until the only thing separating us is the bench that I was sitting on.

"Tumhe kaise pata chala mein yahan hoon?"

"That is not the answer to my question Ms. Tiwari," Shravan says with barely restrained anger.

"Bhaiya..."

"Chote bas." He says to Pushkar without looking at him. "Aaj mein sawal puchunga aur yeh jawab degi."

"Nahi. Mujhse sawal puchne ka haq tum kho chuke ho. Aur rahi baat sawal puchne ki to please don't, kyunki jo sawal tumhe puchna chahiye voh to tum puchoge nahi aur jo tum puchoge uske jawab tumhe pasand nahi. So please, ek aakhri baar mehrbaan hokar mujhse aur koi sawal mat puchna." I finish.

I pick up my the lower part of my lehenga and go around the bench to get away from him. For the first time since his return, I truly don't want nor wish to be around him.

A hand on my wrist stops me from going further away from him. I am roughly turned around and I feel the grip tighten and a pinching pain shoots through my arm

"Bola na kahi nahi jaogi bina mere sawalo ka jawab diye."

"Shravan mera haath chodo, mujhe dard ho raha hai," I say with gritted teeth.

"That's enough!" Bellows Pushkar. He comes around, snatches my hand away from Shravan and stands like a wall between us, his back facing towards me. I can feel the restrained anger radiating off of him in waves and for the first time, two brothers who stood by each other through thick and thin are standing on opposite ends of the arbitrary line drawn.

"That is enough, Bhaiya. Aur nahi."

"Chote tu"

"Bola na bas!" He cuts Shravan in the middle. "Aapne abhi jisko manhandle kiya voh aapki kya lagti hai mujhe nahi pata par voh meri best friend hai aur mein kisiko bhi uske saath aise behave nahi karne dunga, chahe voh mera bhai hi kyu na ho."

"Chote, voh meri best friend"

"Aapki best friend?" He cuts in again "Kabse? Kyunki jahan tak mujhe pata hai aapne toh saare rishte khatam kar diye the toh ab kahan se hui yeh aapki best friend?"

"Pushy..." I try to stop him from the verbal vomit that I know is going to ensue and I am afraid that he might say something he will regret and won't be able to come back from.

"Nahi Sumo. Aaj bolne de. Itne saal pehle tune hi mujhe bola tha ki mein kabhi bhi beech mein na bolu jab tak tu nahi bolegi par aaj nahi. Aaj mein bolunga aur tu bhi nahi rok sakti.

"Anyway, kahan the hum? Oh, right "best friend". Mujhe yeh batao Bhaiya , London se aane ke baad aapne kaunsa "best friend" vala kaam kara hai? Jabse aye ho tabse rula hi rahe ho. Pata hai pichle 10 saalo mein mene isse itna rote hue nahi dekha jitna mene pichle kuch mahino mein dekha hai. Aur haan, aap toh point of views ki baat karte ho na. Aapna point of view dikhane ne ke liye Reunion Party rakhi, PCT ke against case fight kara toh usme aapka point of view dekha, abhi meri shaadi ke time bhi bola tha na "Sumo ko Chachi ka point of view samajhna chaiye"; toh mujhe yeh batao Bhaiya kya aapne kabhi uska point of view jaanne ki koshish kari? Maanta hoon ki she hasn't taken some of the best decisions lately par kya aapne usse samajhne ki koshish kari, ki ussne aisa kyu kara, uske peeche kya reason ho sakta hai? Sumo toh aapki best friend hai na, toh kaise nahi dikhai diya uska dard, uski khamoshi ke peeche chupa reason? Ussne 10 pehle joh kiya uski itni lambi or badi sazaa dedi?"

Shravan stands quietly listening to everything that Pushkar had said to him. I can feel Shravan staring at me and willing me to look at him, but I just can't make myself to do that. For the first time, I wish that he couldn't read me better than anyone else, but then again, he failed to see the pain I had been trying convey through my actions because my words were bound by a promise.

"Sumo." Shravan calls out in a whisper. "Mujhe tumse baat karni hai. Please."

"Abhi nahi." I tell him. I want to talk to him, I really do but there are more pressing matters that I have to focus on before I can sit down and have the much-needed talk with him.

"Toh kab?"

"Pata nahi." I turn towards him when I say this, feeling the a tear of frustation roll down my cheek. "Kuch cheeze hain joh mujhe sort out karni hai tumse baat karne se phele kyunki poori raat khatam ho jayegi Shrava, par joh baat hume karni hai voh nahi." I answer truthfully.

"Sumo, please. Aaj baat karni hai," He reiterates.

I see Pushkar gearing up to reprimand him again but I interrupt before he has the chance to say anything else.

"Shravan? I am not ignoring you but as I said there are some things that I want to clear out before I sit down and talk to you and answer any question you have and once that is out of the way I'll let you know." I reiterate. "But right now, the things that I going to be dealing requires my best friend's support." I request looking into his eyes. "Both of my best friends's actually if you don't mind. I don't want to do this alone." I say looking at Pushkar and giving them both a small smile.

The three of us are standing in front of the gate with Puskar on my left and Shravan on my right, staring at it like it's going to eat us at any point.

The butterflies in my stomach are creating a havoc in my stomach because what is waiting for me at the other side of the door is going to be nothing short of the fireworks on Diwali. The difference? It's not going to be as pretty as those fireworks.

"Sumo?" Pushkar calls out.

"Hmm?"

"Ready?"

"Not at all," I replied still staring at the door. "Let's do this." A small laugh leaves both the brother's lips.

"I'm glad you two find this amusing." I retort.

"You've got to admit, though. It is kinda funny." Pushkar says still chuckling like an idiot. "You ran away from your own wedding and now you are scared to face your family."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Pushy. And of course, you are going to find it funny. You are not the one who has to face mamiji's wrath." I end on a heavy sigh.

I feel my right pinky finger being pulled and I look down to see Shravan's interlacing his little finger with mine. I look up in surprise to find him staring at me intently. "Don't forget. Tumhara naam Sumo hai. Mene yeh naam tumhe kisi reason ki vajah se diya hai. You can do anything once you put your mind to it, Suman Tiwari. And anyway, I won't let you face this alone."

"It's a little too late for that reassurance, Shravan," I tell him sadly.

"It's not." He says softly, his eyes intent with conviction. "It's never too late to right your wrongs. That's what you always told me, right?" I nod my head slowly in acknowledgement, surprised that he remembered something I mentioned fleetingly in the passing of a moment. "Then let me do this. And remember my promise? I won't let you fall. I know I have not kept up with this promise and have disappointed you with my actions and words, but as you best friend can you allow me this chance and let me do this?"

I take a deep breath and tighten my pinky finger around his in acknowledgement and acceptance. "Okay," I whisper, reassuring him and myself with the fact that this time he is going to be there to catch me before I fall.

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All three of us walk into Tiwari Killa to face the chaos that I created and left behind. Walking into the Drawing Room, I can see my family and Nirmala Aunty sitting quietly. When they hear the tinkling of my payal all faces rise up and relief washes all over their faces before varying emotions take over.

The only person my eyes are fixed on is Nanu and I leave my human sheild behind as I walk towards him and kneel down in front of him, staring at his lap because no matter what, I am still ashamed and sad that I never let my hearts desires be known to him.

"Suman." He calls out to me softly and lovingly caresses my head. "Meri taraf deko beta."

I look up to see a soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes full of understanding, love and above all acceptance.

"Nanu"

"Beta, mujhe maaf kar payegi?" He continues to talk softly so that even in a room full of people there is just the two of us and no one can hear our conversation.

"Nanu... Yeh... Yeh aap kya bol rahe ho? Maafi kis baat ki? Aap"

"Tera dukh, tera dard main nahi dekh paya. Apni zid mein teri khushi, joh mere liye bahut mayiney rakhti hai, mein usse kurbaan karne chala tha."

"Nahi Nanu," I whisper softly, trying to speak past the painful lump in my throat. "Galti meri hai," I confess because even though he was wrong in forcing me I was more at fault because I never did tell him the whole, even when I had multiple chances to do so. "Mene bhi toh aapse kabhi kuch nahi kaha. Aur aisa toh hai nahi ki mein bolti aur aap nahi sunte, haina?"

I see him answer my question by giving me a nod. Both of us are so lost in our little bubble and conversation we didn't hear when mamiji, who was not in the room when I came, entered and so did the outburst that I knew was going to follow.

"Aaha! Aa gayi madam jahan bhaag kar gayi thi?"

I stand up and turn towards her and prepare myself for the onslaught of harsh words that she of going to rain on me. She walks towards me in quick steps, and from the corner of my eye, I can see Shravan and Pushkar coming towards me and subtly flanking both my sides. Mamiji is almost on my face when it starts.

"Sharam nahi ayi tujhe aisa ghatiyaa kaam karne se pehle? Laaj, lajha kuch bhi? Naak kata di puri duniya ke saamne! Kahin bhi muh dikhane layak nahi choda tune! Zaara sa bhi khayal nahi aaya ki pure parivaar pe kya beetegi jab puri duniya baat karegi? Aur do choot isse! Dekh liya natija sabne?! Aapni marzi karne ki aadat hai"

"Pehli baar aapni marzi ki hai," I murmer.

"Kya? Kya boli tu?"

"Maine kaha, pehli baar aapni marzi kari hai," I say loudly and clearly so that everyone can hear me and look up to meet her eyes that are blazing in anger. "Kyun? Jhoot toh nahi bola na maine, mamiji?"

"Ab tu zabaan ladegi humse?"

"Itne saalo mein pheli baar aapne aap ke liye kuch bol rahi hu. Isme galat kya hai?"

"Vah! Dekho is ladki ki majal. Suman, yeh mat bhool"

"Kya?" I interrupt. "Kya nahi bhule, mummy? Ki meri Di anaath hai? Yah yeh ki aapne unhe iss ghar mein rakha hai jispe unko koi haq nahi hai. Yah yeh, ki Priya Bua ne aapse 20 lakh ka loan liya tha? Yeh sab voh kaise bhulungi mummy jab aapne koi kasar nahi chodi, ek minute aisa nahi choda jab aapne unhe yeh yaad nah dilaya ho. Aap toh unhe aapni beti ke samaan manti hai toh aaj tak ek parye jaisa kyu treat kara unko? Iss sawal ka jawaab aap de payengi, mummy?" Preeti comes forward and locks her arms with mine. I look at my sister in awe as she, the one who never said anything against her mother, not even when she wanted to marry Pushkar, stand up for me in front of anyone.

"Preeti!" Mamiji shouts.

"Kya hua? Bura laga mene joh bola? Maine toh pehli baar bola hai kuch, aap toh pichle 10 saalo se yeh bol rahe ho. Meri itni si kahi hui baat aapko itni buri lag gayi toh yeh socho ki Suman Di, joh itne saalo se sun rahi hai, loan aur iss ghar aur usko logo ke aehsaano ke neeche roz dabhi hai, unhe kaisa laga hoga? Yeh toh kissi ne nahi socha. Sach toh yeh hai mummy ki Tiwari Killa mein sirf aur sirf teen logo ko Suman Di ka dard dikhta tha. Dadu, Papa aur Daboo. Dadu ke saamne toh aapne sirf choti moti baat kahi hai, peet peeche bahut kuch. Papa isiliye kuch nahi bolte ek vaqt ke baad kyuki unhe pata hai ki aapse kuch bolna bhains ke aage been bajana hai. Aur Daboo? Itna chota hai par usko apni behen ke saare dukh, saare aason dikhte hai joh shaayad iss kamre mein khade kisi bhi insaan ne nahi dekhe. Na maine, na Pushkar ne aur na hi Shravan ne."

My heart hurts, there is a painful lump in my throat because I won't cry and tears are escaping my eyes in a silent plea to stop the pain that I am feeling. It is too much; this feeling inside of me. Preeti standing up for me and fighting with her mother saying all the things that I've wanted to say but could never let the words escape my lips. I feel a small hand hold mine, bringing me out of my thoughts and I see Daboo looking at me with tenderness and question in his eyes asking me if I am okay. I try to give him a small reassuring smile and nod my head letting him know that even though it hurts I can feel myself healing one tiny piece at a time with this confrontation.

"Bas!" Daboo shouts as much as his little voice will allow and I feel the whole room quiet down and look at the youngest family member with surprise because he has never raised his voice, even when he was throwing a tantrum. "Meri Suman Didi ki abhi bhi kisi ko chinta nahi hai. Voh yahan ro rahi hai aur mummy aap unko aur daati jaa rahi ho."

This. This is my breaking point. My little brother standing up for me is what finally breaks the dam and the tears come rushing out and a small painful sob escapes me.

"Suman Didi. Chalo mere saath." This little person pulls me by my hand and takes me in my room. He is about to shut the door when he says something that brings a small smile on my face.

"Meri Didi ko koi bhi tang nahi karega jab tak mein unhe bahar nahi leke aata. Aur haan. Shravan Bhaiya, Pushkar jiju aur Preeti Didi aap teeno abhi issi vakt iss kamre mein aayo."

Stunned by his demand the three of them shuffle into the room in a daze and stare at him in equal parts amusement and awe. The last thing I see before he shuts the door to my room is proud and smiling faces of Nanu and mamaji.

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I'm really sorry but I had to end it here because 2666 words for just one Chapter is way too long. I know most of you want the Shraman conversation and it will happen but these things needed to be sorted out before these two could sit and have "The Talk".

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PS. I won't make you wait this long for the next Chapter as with this one because with this once I started and I couldn't stop. The words kept coming and the emotions kept pouring out!

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Chapter 4