OS: Truth and Betrayl

Pyaar hai ya sazaa ae mere dil bata

Toota kyun nahi dard ka silsala

Is pyaar mein ho kaise kaise imthaan,

Yeh pyaar likhe kaisi kaisi daastaan,

Ya rabba dede koi jaan bhi agar,

Dilbar pe ho na dilbar pe ho na koi asar-2

Koi na sune siskete aahon ko

Koi na thame tadapti bahon ko

Aadhi aadhi poori khawayeshein

Tooti phooti sab farmayeshein,

Kahin shaq kahin nafrat ke deewar ki hai

Kahin jeet mein bhi shamil pal pal haar hai,

Ya rabba dede koi jaan bhi agar,

Dilbar pe ho na dilbar pe ho na koi asar-2

I stood there watching him walk away. I could read in his
eyes he was hurt. I knew not what he knew wht he did not but the pain in his
eyes had killed me. I was forlorn and devastated. He was all that I had, and
now I had given him pain too. He was the reason I was alive, he was the reason I
smiled, he was the reason I could act childish and live the life I had lost and
here I was taking away from him everything that mattered to him. "Trust and
Faith" that's what he defined love as and today I had broken his trust. I had
failed to confide in him. I had failed to tell him the truth that mattered to
him the most. I had not only given him pain by keeping a secret but also by allowing a man near me whom he hated the most. Hated the most, yes he hated his own brother and the reason of hatred was me and here I was an unsuccessful wife, a failed daughter and now even a failed lover.

I walked back into the room to tell him but I couldn't find him there. I knew he was angry and the only place he would take refuge in was his gym. Though I had never been forbidden but I could never watch him there. His bare body , his well carved torso would always take over my senses and would leave me hyperventilating. But right now I needed to talk to him and if
the only place I could talk to him was the gym then I would go there.

I walked down to the gym and right I was. I could hear his rugged breathing, and the air being cut by his moves.

But that was enough to make him notice me. I was still
staring at his hand. I walked forward towards him but he took a step back and
raised his bleeding hand to stop me.

I looked at him with tears in his eyes but he just turned
his face away as if my tears made no difference to him. I knew that was not
possible, if one thing he could never see , it was the tears in my eyes and if
he chose to ignore them I could fathom the pain he must be in. he took a step
back towards the exit of the room without looking at me but not turning his
back to me too.

I said in a hoarse whisper " maan aapke haath se khoon.."

He looked at me with those piercing eyes. His eyes held me to
him and it spoke what he could never bring to his lips," U are bothered about
my bleeding hand GEET, what about my heart that is bleeding Geet, why did u not tell me geet, why?"

I took a step forward and said "maan main," but he turned
and walked out of the room. I stood there for a while choking on my own tears .
I walked back to my room and I saw him lying on the bed. I had to talk to him I
approached him but he turned his face away. I sat on the chair for a while and
again I turned to see him. I saw he was awake and staring at the ceiling. I called
out again,"Maan" but he chose to ignore it again.

I sat there looking at him. His silence was now killing me. His
anger, his frustration, his harsh words were all much better than this. I would
have been happier if he would scolded me, questioned me, vilified me or even
raised a hand at me for not telling me anything but his silent treatment of the
whole situation was just making me weak. I knew not how long I could take it
in. I knew not how long could I bear his silence and his aloof behavior to me.
I knew he would never raise a hand at me, but I would have cared less at least
that would have been some reaction from him, not this cold behavior.

I just went and lay on the bed crying. I kept looking at him
but he still didn't look at me. I was now desperate to talk to him. I just couldn't
take his silence anymore.

I sat up and switched on the light and looked at him.

He turned towards me with those cold eyes which made me feel
more guilty than ever.

He didn't turn away that meant that I could talk. Without wasting
anytime I started to tell him what was on my mind.

"maan I am sorry, sorry isliye ki maine aap se itni badi
baat chupayi, isliye ki jo baat mujhe aapko usi waqt bata deni chahiye thi who itne dino tak maine apne andar chupa kar rakhi, use sirf mujhe nahi jaane anjaane
maine aapko bhi dard diya hai..kya aap muje kabhi iske liye maaf kar sakte
hain.."

I looked at him for a response but he still didn't say
anything but he didn't look away either so that meant he would listen.

"maan jab aap hospital mein the toh doctors ko aapka blood
group kahin se nahi mil raha tha, adi sir ne delhi aur chandigarh se bhi pooch
liya tha par kahin se koi intezaam nahi ho paa raha that..woh kuch ghante
shaayad meri zindagi ke sabse lambe kuch ghante the. Mujhe aisa lag raha tha ki
jaise main aapko kho doongi, aur appke bina apne baare mein sochna…" I choked
on my tears and in the past few hours it was the first time I saw him looking
at me.

"tab us waqt daadi ne
kaha ki aapka aur dev ka blood group ek he hai..aur mujhe us waqt apni zindagi
apni mohabbat aur apni nafrat mein chunav karna tha, aur sach maniye maan meri mohabbat mere nafrat se kayi gunah badi thi..bas isilye maine dev se madad maangi..aur usne shart rakhi thi.."

"shart". It was the first time he had spoken since the
evening.

I nodded my head in agreement " ji, usne shart rakhi thi ki
main aapko kuch nahi batongi aur phir daadi ne bhi kaha ki jab tak aap theek.."

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They flowed
relentlessly now and in few moments I was enveloped in strong pair of arms. I had found the solace I was looking for in the past few days. I didn't hold myself and stop crying but I let my tears flow and wet him. Coz I knew my tears would wash away not only my guilt but his pain too. He sat there holding me in his arms and consoling me but not telling me to stop. He knew that these were the tears I was holding back since he was in hospital, since I had seen him fight for life and now I wanted to let them all out.

And in those strong arms not only I found the way to ease my
pain but also the path to my happiness and his smile. I left him after a while
and looked up at him he smiled at me and at that moment I felt my heart would
burst with happiness he had not only forgiven me but he had also accepted that had chosen the wrong path. I went ahead and kissed him on the cheek once again. He was caught off guard. Before he could react I ran into the bathroom to change. And when I came back I saw that I was ready to be accepted into the cocoon that I always lived in. and with that I slept peacefully with my head resting against his chest and his hand holding my waist as if protecting me from all the misery of the world. And it was true till he was holding me nothing could harm me ever,never.