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Khaab jal kar huye, faas jo khwaab the. heey adhuri meri dastaan.....
Eh khudaa karu main kya pata.. Eh khudda. Eh Khudaa karu main kya pata....
jo kehna tha mujhe main keh nah saka...
Three years later
Angad Khanna walked into his spacious veranda, and gazed at the silent night in the distance. His aristocratic features set into an icy mask, as he stood with his hands in his pocket whistling like a cool and composed person.
Crickets cribbed in the distance, and the sound of the running lake water could be heard from the right, as it ran between the well manicured park, and the deserted motels, while the rolling snake like hills surrounded the city of Cedar. Beyond the bunch of trees lined up in front the bright yellow streetlights were dearly visible casting their web of light on the floor, as shadows lurked around the corner.
Cedar Industries was primarily the heart and soul of Utah. The prosperity of the state lied solely in the hands of this one single industry, which had plantations that grew cotton, along with agricultural outputs of poultry, cattle, grains, vegetables, milk, soybeans, industrial outputs of iron, steel, paper, wood and lumber. And, also home to the automotive manufacturing industry, which managed to remain evergreen, despite various competitors rising in the market; in fact, it still retained it's number one position, after fifty years even, and remained to be a huge source of revenue to the Cedar families.
Like all small communities Cedar had a well-established social hierarchy, and the Khanna family were the primary head of the community, more like VIP's, since they were the prime owners of Cedar Industries, which managed to provide jobs to millions.
About three generations of the Khanna's had settled in this small town of Cedar, originally Indians by decent, the Khanna's did not have a huge family, unlike most Indians. However, somewhere along the line the only child of Dhruv Rai Khanna, much against his disapproval had married a British lady named Elizabeth Parker. As a result the children were considered to be half British, and half Indians.
The Khanna men always about six feet tall, well built handsome men known for their arrogance and recklessness, as per tradition took up Cedar Industries, the only exception being one, who was not at all interested in the family business was compelled to leave the house.
Angad Khanna happened to be the great grandchild of Dhruv Rai Khanna, merely a cop by profession, about three years ago had mysteriously left the profession due to the unknown reasons, and returned to his hometown, Cedar. Neighbors were appalled by this decision of his, since they were very familiar with his passion for his profession.
He had settled in New York for about two years, and during this period of separation, the family chose not to talk about him, rather they always remained distant when the subject of Angad Khanna was brought up. However, since his arrival the past was buried, and every forth night Angad Khanna happened to be a favorite topic for discussions.
Rumors flew back and forth, every now and then, about his abrupt departure from his profession; one such rumor was that apparently he had gotten fired. Constant discussions were held almost every forth night about this, some remarked that he had lost the girl, who was his responsibility in the last mission -- due to his foolishness she had gotten killed, while others went on to declare that he had fallen in love with her. Whether these rumors were true or not, no one could verify.
Nevertheless most of the community was pleased with his arrival, mainly because their distant dream of pairing up one of their daughters with him was going to come true. Girls put on their best appearance, as they reached the classy, rich, sophisticated, high & mighty parties. Call it their misfortune or bad luck, in these past three years the junior Khanna failed to pay attention to any of these girls. The easygoing laid back guy last seen about five years ago was replaced with someone else. Angad Khanna was a changed man, yet he still held that deadly charm of his.
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The cool breeze blew on Angad Khanna's face, as he threw the cigar away, and stepped on it, bringing forth, unpleasant memories of the past. That 'one' nightmainly, which changed the course of his entire life. If only, he wished many times, if only he could go back in the past, and erase that one night from his life.
Zindagi kya batayee... kis taraf leke jaaye...
Tutee bhi patoo main...
Dhunda hu main saaya...
She had flown like an angel in his life and changed everything. She was spoiled, promiscuous, arrogant, crazy, yet amazing.
Back then, he had considered it to be his misfortune to encounter such a wild, crazy brat, but somewhere deep down he had come to realize that a completely different individual lied behind this facade of hers. A complete different person lied at heart. A cute, sweet, and beautiful kid...
Yet, despite being aware of her past, her present, her everything. The jerk that he had been with her, he thought contemptuously, as he studied his surrounding, and suddenly banging his right fist on the wall, he winced a bit, as the pain crept through... god, would never ever forgive him for that...
Like, a cold person, he had planned and calculated everything, almost every single thing, every single detail, except, all his calculations went down the drain, since he failed to foresee one major thing. That one tiny thing cost him everything. The entire game, his entire life, her.
He made two major blunders, due to one, he almost lost her, but when he got her back, he made another blunder -- his 'words' proved to be very costly. They took away everything, his life, his sanity, his satisfaction, his peace, and his happiness... And, today he would be paying the ultimate price for it.
The darkness in his life would be the key proof for it.
But, somewhere the stubborn kid in him still felt that 'it was all her fault', he now thought the same bitterly, as he poured down the ugly liquid for himself, '.... all her stupid damn fault! If only she had never entered his life in the first place'. Pressing his fingers on the glass he stared down at the liquid, roll up and down.
Udasi ka manzar... lafz hain manzar...
Jo kehna tha mujhe main keh na saka...
Thinking back about the beautiful life he led once, those carefree, bright blue days had now turned into a nightmare.
Eh khudaa karu main kya pata.. Eh khuddaaaaaa.
That stupid damn name haunted him day and night, yet he could not hate that name, the name that would be on his lips, as he feel asleep every night, and would be the first thing he would think of, as he woke up every morning.
The name that was present everywhere, whether in articles, in soap operas, in movies, in magazines, be it anything, god damn it, he thought briskly, why the hell did it have to be such a common name?
And, that finally brought forth the desire to call out her name, just once, if last, then last it is. But, this would mark the first time in three years he would call out loud her name, Kripa, he whispered softly, he kept whispering it again. It gave him enormous satisfaction to hear her name - it made her alive, he called out her name over and over again.
Sipping the bitter liquid, which burned in his throat, he felt an intense clot, yet it was nothing to the pain he felt when his heart bled.
Eh Khudaa karu main kya pata....
Eh Khudaaa... aaa...
****
Elizabeth Khanna watched her grandson stand by the veranda, and caught sight of the glass in his hand, as he put it away hastily when he spotted her. Striding swiftly up the stone steps that led to the veranda she noticed his fingers tighten around the glass, not again, she thought grimly in her head, not another matter disturbing him this evening.
However, what interested her the most was the expression he put up when he noticed her from seconds he changed from tensed to calm and composed, she had to admit to her self, he was indeed excellent at masking his emotions. Yet that was some thing that made her more worried. She always got the impression that he put away all his feelings, all his problems, his worries aside, in front of everyone, and that was completely wrong on his part, because she was well aware one day he would break down. And, that happened to be her worst fear.
'Angad?' she called out wearily, 'what're you up to at three in the morning?' as she walked closer to him, watching her steps carefully, since the tiles below were made of marble, they could be very slippery when they wanted to. She had always warned her husband against them, yet he had never listened to her, he never did listen to her. He always did everything, as per his own wishes. And, his grandson was exactly the same, stubborn and rebellious, both qualities were abundant in the grandfather and grandson. Seconds later, she had managed to reach him, yet he had chosen not to respond to her question. Another quality inherited from his grandfather, Karan, also never managed to respond to any of her words.
'Kiddo' she called out fondly, 'Are you alright?' she asked ruffling through his hair, to which he moved away quickly looking far from pleased. To her surprise, he responded this time, grumpily a 'yes' was the simple calm response she received from him, as he walked out of the room looking annoyed.
Something was definitely eating him up from the inside. He was guilty of something.
****
Aaliya Khanna fiddled around with the pencil, drawing hearts all over the page, as Mr. Roger blabbered something about Vectors. Yawning out loud, she scribbled down the name, 'Leo' at the bottom left corner of the page. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her partner peeping at her page. Pretending to be engrossed in her work, she continued humming a weird tune she had heard on the radio last night, while she noticed her partner frown.
'Who is Leo?' he asked grimly, shaking his head in disapproval, as he wrote down the word Mr. Roger had just muttered out indignantly. Feeling pleased that she had accomplished such an important task bestowed upon her, she continued drawing hearts, and royally ignored him, as Mr. Roger left the room.
****
'Fetch me a glass of water, please.' He ordered sitting on the couch, as he stared at his brother sitting on the other end of the room engrossed in some paper work. Gripping the glass, he lazily muttered, 'Very well, thank you.' as he walked across the room to Angad Khanna.
'Are you alright?' Mahen asked in a concerned tone, as he stared at his brother's appearance. His curly hair all tousled across his forehead, would do better with some trimming, tired eyes appearing swollen, and red, as blood. He definitely hadn't shaven, since a day or two, and most importantly he needed some rest.
'Yes, thank you', replied Angad Khanna sullenly without taking his eyes off the papers, as Mahen watched him for a while, but said nothing, until...
'You would do better with some sleep' Mahen informed in a steely voice, as he snatched the papers out of his brother's hands, who appeared to be on the verge of exploding at this course of action, but really Mahen had enough of Angad Khanna's daily routine.
'Angad?' Mahen said calmly, 'Please...' he pleaded, 'you really need to take some rest'. When his brother did not look mighty pleased with this suggestion, he wailed, 'your body cannot function like this... just look at you, bro'. Mahen was deeply concerned with his brother's crazy lifestyle. He appeared less human, but more, like a Robot, devoid of any emotions or feelings, just no life.
'You can't be serious about all this!' Mahen said furiously, 'I have had enough of this thing of yours, Angad, I can't bear to see you living like this anymore.' His tone suddenly changing a bit, 'This is not normal! -----'
'I'm touched with your concern,' Angad said calmly, as his gaze lingered around the William's piano teacher for a second, who had just entered the wrong room, 'But, I would do much better, if you would quit giving me a lecture. It's my life, and I will live with it, the way I wish to' he finished finally taking his eyes off her the words clearly suggested, 'it was none of your business' to Mahen.
'When was the last time you glanced in the mirror, bro?' screamed Mahen, as Angad Khanna got up to leave, 'Go check yourself dude! You are starting to remind me of someone. And, that would be a stubborn old teenager, who refuses to head on the right path...'
Wordlessly Angad Khanna strolled out of the room, as Mahen wailed out, 'You killed her, Angad. You killed her!' Whether he heard the words or not, Angad did not acknowledge, but, if there was one thing, Mahen was aware, it was that his brother would never show it, but somewhere the guiltiness would seep through, and that's where the wine came into play.
Angad Khanna's life had hit a dead end, it was more like, 'the end'. And, he knew it.
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