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~Serendipity~
"an accidental discovery"
Chapter Three: Virility
"Aap jaante ho, Khushi ji? Chotte ko pakode bahut pasand hai. Palak ke pakode toh sab se zyaada! Bachpan mein jab... "
She smiled weakly as Anjali blabbered about how much her brother had enjoyed eating hot pakodas during his teenage years. Khushi had woken that morning, showered and retreated directly to the kitchen, assembling ingredients to make the Raizada family snacks and hot adrak wali chai. It distracted her occupied mind for a while, until Anjali came into the kitchen and demanded to assist her with the ongoing preparations. A small frown had pulled at the ends of Anjali's mouth as she noted the dull, pastel green sari her bhabhi had chosen to wear, soon replaced by a beaming grin as Khushi turned to thank her for the help. Khushi had immediately noticed Anjali's worrisome expression, but she was in mourning today. She could not dress in her bright, trademarke colors while her heart was breaking.
Khushi Kumari Gupta usually loved Anjali Jha's ramblings. Today, however, she was bothered by the mindless chatter and wished for nothing more but to bury herself under her covers and cry over the events of the previous night. But careful not to hurt or worry Anjali, she put up her best facade and tried to converse like her usual, animated self. As she released another forced chuckle for her sister-in-law's consent, a few strands of hair escaped from her tightly pulled ponytail and threatened to fall into the sticky batter she had prepared. Her hands covered in wet flour, she tried to push back the stubborn hair with her elbows, failing miserably and smearing besan all over her face.
"Hum hai naa... Khushi Ji."
She froze as the sickeningly sweet, cold voice penetrated the comfortable warmth radiating from Anjali's lively presence. Her anxious hazel eyes snapped up to meet a destructive fire dancing in the pair of piercing midnight. Shyam Manohar Jha stood leaning against the tiled kitchen wall. His face was grimaced with an objectifying smirk, as he studied a powerless Khushi up and down. She felt unbearably sick, feeling completely and embarrassingly defenseless against his nonverbal assault. Anjali's oblivious presence beside her served as a reminder that her hands were tied. She couldn't tell this brute to leave her alone.
"Arre, aap?"
Khushi stirred as the silence was broken by Anjali's voice. She observed the reddening blush of her sister-in-laws cheeks, the eyes shining with devotion and love. This degree of attachment was eerily dangerous. It was blinding her. Anjali was addicted to a drug... a fiend that would annihilate her in his path. Khushi hands itched to grab her by the shoulders and shake her out of her volatile fantasies -- to reveal the barbaric atrocities of the man she regarded as God. But reined by fear of Anjali's broken heart, she silently shifted her attention back the burning, black pakodas ruined in the scalding hot oil.
"Dekhiye naa. Khushi ji aur humare haatoh mein besan laga hua ha. Aap inki madat ka---"
"Nahiin!", Khushi bit out violently, cursing herself as Anjali's furrowed brows turned to her direction.
"Humara matlab hai... koi baat nahiin Anjali ji. Hum sambhal lenge"
"Lekin Khushi ji, aap---"
"Khushi Ji." Goosebumps erupted along her spine as her name rolled off his tongue.
"Hum kuch bhi nahiin sunenge. Ab agar Rani Sahiba ne humse itne pyaar se maanga hai, toh hume toh karna hi padega."
Anjali giggled and shook her head amusedly, enamored by her husband's charm and endearment, concentrating on the pakodas once again. Khushi was stuck. She felt her body numb as Shyam cornered her, his lecherous gaze scanning her as he trudged towards her direction. Her nails dug deep into her palms and her face twisted in revulsion as she felt her hair tie come loose, his fingers obscenely grazing the back of her stiffened neck as he leisurely fixed her fringe, completely at ease by the adjacent presence of his wife.
Tears pooled behind Khushi's closed lids at the indecency of his assault, and as soon as she felt the hair assembled properly, she scurried away from Shyam and moved stealthily to the other side of Anjali. She let the abstained tears flow freely, laughing at herself and reassuring Anjali it was nothing but the presence of the onions in the kitchen. She controlled her gaze from wandering towards him and only nodded meekly as he tried to initiate conversation, walking away slyly at every attempt he made to walk in her direction. She finally released a sigh of relief as she heard his frustrated mumbling and loud footsteps sauntering away.
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Behind a tall pillar, a pair of burning molten brown eyes observed the scene bitterly... ignoring the discomfort of his wife and the nearby presence of his sister in the kitchen.
For all he saw was a leech grazing the skin of the "other" woman, as she closed her eyes at the pleasure of his filthy touch.
The ache of seeking self redemption, forgotten.
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Edited by aamir18 - 9 years ago
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