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The Lady in Red is back! 😉
Well, not really.. I'm posting a tiny-weeny Part here.. Still have to edit the other half.. I'm going to be busy with an assignment for the next couple of days.. So here's a short one for now.. 😊
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Read on for more.. This one takes off from Chapter 5..
Chapter 7-A
"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It is the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared."
Lois Lowry, The Giver..
"Just when you think, an individual memory has made you miserable enough and has softened over time; it retains its original shape, all bony fingers and pointy elbows. And every time it returns, you get a quick poke in the eye or jab in the stomach."
Cameron Dokey..
Khopoli, Raigad, Maharashtra.
Rathore had been flustered by now; they hadn't returned yet.. It had been more than an hour.. They were stranded in the middle of the road with a man suspected of having assisted in homicide..
And two of his best officers had chosen the very moment for a stroll along the countryside!
He barked at Shree, "Dono ke phones phir se try karo, Dammit!"
Shree looked up and gulped, "Sir.. Ayesha aur Arjun Sir, dono ke phones out of range hain.."
Rathore looked around and got into the car,
"Let's leave.. Hum aur intezaar nahi kar sakte.. Agar Mumbai mein isske saathidaaron ko bhanak lag gayi, ki yeh pakda gaya hai, toh kaatil chaukanna ho sakta hai.. Let's go.."
Chottu took the wheel while Rathore got in next to him. He saw the duo exchange a quick look, "Ab kya muhurat ka intezaar kar rahe ho; Come on!"
Chottu turned the ignition on and the car zoomed past the signboard, back to where they had come from..
While two souls sat still, a few feet away from the place they truly belonged to..
He recollected having walked out of those very gates, with a bag flung over his shoulder as the family stood in the verandah, watching his retreating back..
One had pride etched on his face, the other had hurt mirrored on hers while the third had tears streaming down her face..
And yet, a fourth one had bid him farewell standing right across the spot where he now sat.. He spun around and glanced at the locked house, across the road..
His legs carried him into the gates..
Aisha heard a pair of gates swing open and her head shot up.. She saw him step into the neighboring house and watched his steps.. Her initial disappointment was soon replaced by pity and hurt..
How had she overlooked that bit? She had been his friend too.. And later, his only confidante..
She was an integral part of his memories as much as they all were.. Maybe a lot more..
And before she knew it, she herself was standing in front of the house, with her back turned towards theirs
Arjun walked in and the familiar tranquility, often associated with her gripped his heart.. He sat on the marble step, resting his head against a pillar..
Her faint voice echoed at the back of his mind,
Ek pyaar ka nagma hai..
His palms clamped tightly on his ears and the melodious voice had disappeared..
Ayesha saw him bury his head between his drawn knees and pain surged through her..
Today, for the umpteenth time in her life, she couldn't help but question the Almighty, if He indeed existed..
They hadn't been the only ones who had been wronged..
Yes, they had lost their parents and their friends..
But probably, Arjun was the most hurt amongst all of them.. He had lost his father, a second time and the little girls who had instantly warmed up to him and had probably molded him into the man he was, unknowingly. He had loved and lost them all..
Was this how it was always meant to be? Was he going to suffer for no fault of his, always? Was there no ray of hope in a life full of hollowness and despair for him?
Ayesha stood still as another tear rolled out of her eye.. But was all lost, really?
The very fact, that she had survived the blazing fire with just a scar on her leg, was proof enough that all was not lost..
She glanced at his defeated form..
And made a quick promise to the woman he had loved; she would bring him back to life. Come what may..
It wasn't going to be easy, at all.. And the already complicated task, was being made more difficult by the man himself..
Arjun had shut himself out to emotions.. Selectively, she reminded herself..
He was as human as she was; both made of flesh and blood.. And the sooner he understood and accepted it; the sooner would his suffering be alleviated..
From what she had gathered about his life after he had left them; it hadn't been smooth sailing for him either..
On the contrary, that move of his had broken a part of him.. And years later, Roshni's brutal murder had been the ultimate blow..
There was only so much pain a man could bear.. And Arjun had not only pain but the accompanying larger fraction of guilt clawing at him, all these years..
She had known it all along..
However, she was done with him pretending to be an epitome of machismo; because she knew better..
She had to make him feel human.. And if that involved hurting him in the process; so be it!
But how, was the question.. What was that one thing that Arjun Rawte hadn't been able to immunize himself against?
She needed to know.. To be able to capitalise on his sole weakness..
She realized that she was probably going to betray a friend, for the second time in her life..
However, they were the only family she was left with.. And if this was the only way out, Ayesha Gupte wasn't going to back out..
A few seconds later, she had her answer.. A clichd one though..
She clenched her eyes shut, Do it Ayesha.. You're only helping him heal..
ACP Arjun had to be reverted back into the Arjun that he had been years ago.
That would make his heart come alive..
And she would also end up fulfilling her promise to both her friends.. And maybe then, she would rest in peace beside them..
Only she couldn't do it alone.. She wasn't strong enough to handle his tantrums and his mood swings.. She had never been the one..
It hurt her terribly each time when he walked past her shooting a glare her way as if he barely knew her..
She needed an accomplice.. Someone, she could entrust Arjun with..
Because, as much as she wanted to bring him back to life, she knew he was hanging by a frail thread.. One wrong move and she would lose him forever..
A dimpled face swayed in front of her and she had made up her mind.
Rosanna would have to be kept in the dark as well..
Six months back, when Ayesha and Rosanna had first discussed the case in Goa, this hadn't been on the agenda.
But somehow, now that she thought over it, she had always known that Arjun's path would somehow end up being entwined with theirs..
Ayesha lifted her moist eyelids and glanced at him, one last time, silently apologising to him.. She was going to betray him, a second time..
The mission in Goa was definitely going to be more than just busting a racket..
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