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1 day ago...
He sat reading a book on his bed in the only space free of his littered clothes. It was beyond him why he could not get to it nowadays before they formed dunes of soiled clothes around the room or let the maid pick up after him. His personal space was too personal to let others make it impersonal for him and he couldn't be any more indifferent to everything around him to care about it himself.
Reading wasn't for him either, but that was only a truth of his past. He was a reformed man now, unable to welcome slumber on those nights he wasn't devouring tens of pages in the least. Then again the last couple of weeks had been a struggle to get past even a few chapters without drifting off into the clatter of his mind, persisting on the one subject that was forbidden if he was to keep a sane head. That is if his sanity was something worth holding onto when she was no longer part of it.
Frustration peaked in him, as he focused and re-focused to assimilate the lines that he scoured on the page. When he'd to go back to re-read a few lines from having lost the context again, he felt a scalding pressure build up in seconds and snap his insides into two.
In the next instant, the book went flying across the room, bouncing against the hard wall and land with an angry force that broke its withering spine neatly along the middle.
It would be much later before he would regret that impulse. For a small army of his family came marching inside his room throwing his door ajar, his mother leading the undefeatable platoon of his dad and his twenty two year old sister - Aashi. He threw his head back for a moment, knowing well that he didn't possess the wit or the patience to win over an argument with his mom then. Gone were the cloying charms he would douse the women of his house with and he was forced to pick up a shirt in quick succession to get out.
"Do you think this is fair to us Abhinav?" His mom - Ritu Shukla - started, "It's been a month of you throwing books and clothes around. How long do you plan to continue like this?"
"Mom...please...Can we not do this now?" His words came out grimly steeled for a bitter rejection.
"Enough Abhi beta..." her voice lost its former hardness and he sensed the beginnings of an open plea there. He had his back to them as he changed from his t-shirt to the shirt he'd just picked up. However, he was forced to face them again, when his mom broke into a murmuring sob. He watched his father walk to his mother and seat her by the edge of his bed. He resisted an invisible tug to go sit by his mother's feet, realizing it wouldn't take her minutes to bowl him over to her side.
"Why don't you at least tell us now what exactly happened between the two of you?" His father - Anurag Shukla - asked of him.
"Papa...I'm going out with a friend. We can talk over the weekend" He managed to speak with the same liquid stubbornness that pooled in his mother's eyes.
"It's 11.30 in the night and I'm sure as hell you had no such plans made before we walked through that door" His father had a look on his face that showed reasonable contempt for his son.
As he bent down, searching for his lost jeans that must have his wallet tucked in the back pocket, his mother addressed him again in that decisively relenting tone of hers "We want to talk to her once. Even if you think you don't owe an explanation to her, I know I do"
"Mom, she understands why things turned out the way it did between us. She is not a teenager like the way you and Simmi aunty make her to be. For god sakes" He bit out and realized his vexation was being displaced and gradually softened his voice, "just leave her alone out of all this"
His mother broke into another bout of fresh tears, which threw his father into an angry fit - the kind he reserved for their office boardrooms. "You stop doing this to your mother Abhinav. You better remember that this is still my house"
For a moment he was proud of his father for having his mother's back, but that still wasn't good enough for him to remain silent when they thrust themselves into his non-existent love life. Hesitating for about a second, he barked back at his father.
"No one will call her...is that understood dad?" Finding his wallet in his office trouser, he removed it to take it along with him. "I will talk to you at breakfast to..." His father cut in rather impatiently, his eyes widened with a reddening wrath perhaps at the mulishness his sons' dour speech betrayed of.
"You listen to me Abhinav" His father drew a sharp breath in before adding pressingly, "There is an invite sent out for a pooja at Mr. Agarwal's place. Geet is going to be there" He felt a slight alertness come over his senses upon hearing her name and turned away fearing for it to show in his eyes. He began looking for nothing in particular in the pile of clothes on the floor as his father spoke on.
"Your mom is going too. As for you, you better pick them up at 7.30 tomorrow after the pooja is done and come home straight if you ever want to call us family again"
Threats...he muttered expletives under his breath. Damn threats! Whatever it was with parents and blackmails. Blackmails that they are willing to follow through no more than they would when they promise to let their children live their lives.
Though it didn't take him long to indulge in visions of her standing under the same roof once again, he couldn't bring himself to believe that it was the right thing to do. She didn't deserve that ambush amidst hundred other folks and he did not want any part of that act which would corner her.
His hand went up to his forehead, plowing though his hair in annoyance as he met his sister's eyes and took in a pleading on behalf of their parents.
"Don't do it Mom...Please..." He found himself speaking in a manner that came nothing short of an implore for her sake, while his thoughts collected itself around everything that had led up to that moment. And he detested himself for that one slip that'd changed their lives permanently, shifting them onto parallel paths that threatened to never coincide even at the horizon.
It seemed like their families would stop at nothing from bringing them together. He didn't know what could have them see all that lay for them in plain sight. How can it be anything but love? When he was slowly losing a part of him with passing time ever since he left her a month ago. That he'd to walk away when he could no longer bear to see her want for a marriage for all sorts of reasons, but him.
That old stinging burn flared up in his chest as he finished that thought...Every damn thing, except him. The irony of it all being that it was indeed anything but love on her front.
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