MG SS Hamaari Prem Kahaani Thread 1 - Page 81

Sitting by the bank of the river I gazed at the waterfall which gushed down the cliff with extreme force making thousands of ripples in the otherwise calm river, slowly disappearing in the depths of the river as it moves ahead in its direction restoring the calm again. Geet had just like the waterfall shattered the wall I had built up through the years, my inner demons slowly disappearing paving a path for Our Blissful Life Ahead...

It has always been Geet, only she had the power to break all my not so worthy resolves, get me out of my darkness and push me to win over all my demons.

Now when I look back upon my life I feel to have wasted half of my life treasuring the hatred which was meaningless. I had drifted apart from my family to overcome my weaknesses but ended up being the weakest.

Yes I refrained from and was phobic to relations and marriage!!!

I always thought relations weakens a person, they make u vulnerable and enabling people to take advantage of u. But I was wrong and Geet had with such ease made me see through my shortcomings.

It is so rightly said that in our anger and prejudice we tend to overlook at the simple truths and logics that are right in front of our eyes, right under our nose. I had done the same seeing my Mom in pain, crying and breaking down my mind had decided relations make u weak and cause u so much pain. I was too small so had failed to see the true love and the strength of their relation.

It is said men are stronger physically but are weak emotionally but women are the strongest emotionally. They have immense strength and ability to tolerate, forgive and forget!!!!!

My Mom and Geet are the live examples, even after being put through endless pain and sufferings still they readily not only forgived us but also accepted us with open arms and clear hearts.

I know Geet had deliberately hurt me only to give me the much needed reality check!

The prejudice which had become a part of my being needed to be disposed off for a fresh start. Today I feel so chocked vulnerable and lost.

My conquest all these years to overcome my weaknesses was a pure waste!!!!

Gathering myself and doing the needful I walked up to our room only to see her resting her head against the bedpost with closed eyes. I knew she was feeling guilty to have hurt me. I slowly laid down resting my head on her lap she opened her eyes and looked at me with pure love and started caressing my hair. I felt at peace all my restlessness just vanished in an instance.

I close my eyes and all my bottled up prejudices and the painful past finds it way out as I confide to Geet.

I was 6yrs then. It was my open day I was super excited and happy cos I had again stood first in my class not only in studies but every other co-curricular activity also. I was sitting on my bench but my eyes fixed on the door of my class waiting for my parents to arrive, the open day was just about to begin. Dad had promised me that they would be the first ones to arrive and I will also be the first one to receive my report card.

That was the first promise he broke as none arrived and I kept waiting slowly my eyes started brimming with tears as all my friends parents had started arriving they all took their results and left with their parents. Some even teased me as I had announced earlier about the promise my Dad had made to me.

I kept mumbling to myself, "My Dad never breaks his promise"!!!!!

Yash and Arjun tried hard to divert my attention but to no success. Eventually even their parents had arrived and accompanying them was Dinukaka, our old and trusted chauffeur of Dadaji. He forwarded a letter to my class teacher and she gave him my report card.

I was angry and hurt, "Mom and Dad didn't come they promised me still they didn't come". I just walked out of my class. Dinukaka followed me and stopped me when I finally asked him, "Mummy - Papa kyun nahi aaye"? He was looking here and there and it made me suspicious that something was terribly wrong.

I at once wanted to go home but Dinukaka told me they were busy and also suggested that I could go and play with Yash and Arjun at their place. By that time even Yash and Arjun along with his parents had arrived in the school compound.

I sternly demanded, "Mujhe abhi ghar jaana hein aap aa rahe hein kaka ya mein akela chala jaoon". Having no other say he just followed me to our car. Little did I know what was awaiting for me in the Khurana mansion.

As the car came to a halt in the Khurana Mansion portico not even waiting for Dinukaka to help me with the seatbelt or the door I just ran in the mansion and the sight that braced me held me rooted to my place. I saw my Mom was crying, Dadima consoling her, Dad was standing in the middle of the huge hall with his head lowered.

There were two more people standing there I had never seen them ever a woman who was also crying and a small boy standing beside the women.

A meek cry slipped out of my mouth, "Maa"!!!! seeing my Mom totally broken, it is only then did they notice my presence. My Dad moved forward towards me when I heard my Mom's stern remark, "Ruk jaaiye, Maan ke paas ke jaane ki koshish bhi mat karna". I kept staring at them. They all seemed alien to me today.My Mom just rushed to me enveloping me in her embrace today I felt the hug very different as if she was trying to hide me from something.

She just caught hold of my hand and we moved towards the staircase when she declared to all that we are leaving this house right now. Before we could move ahead Dadima's voice echoed in the hall," Hum abhi zinda hein Aparna, Ranjit abroad gaye hein aur jab tak woh wapas nahi aate tab tak aap aur bacche kahin nahin jaayenge. Aur yeh hamaara faisla hein"!!!!!

Even before we could react on Dadima's decision the other woman standing in the corner walked upto Dadima and pleaded holding her legs, "Mam mein kahan jaaon isse leke mere paas to koi ghar bhi nahi hein ab, Please Mam"...

Dadima looked at my Mom defeated and I was looking from Dadima to my Mom and then towards my Dad he too looked lost and defeated. Dadima directed one of our servants to escort that woman to one the guest rooms. Tears trickled down from my Mom's eyes.

It was evening and Vicky and I were playing in the garden with Annie nicely lying down in her stroller and Nakul keeping a watch on us. I had tried asking Mom what had happened why was she crying, did she n Dad have a fight, is she angry with me too, and why were those two people here but all I got in reply was her silence or her non stop tears. The realization that I was adding to her pain stopped me in my attempts to probe further.

I accompanied Vicky, my 3yr old brother to the garden even he was being difficult today and Annie who was a few months old was also very cranky today. Maybe thats why they say Mom's and children are always bonded emotionally and today we all could feel and relate to her pain in our own ways.

Suddenly Vicky's cries caught my attention and I saw that boy pushing Vicky and snatching away his ball. I had enough of them today first his mother had caused so much pain to Mom and now this boy is making Vicky cry. I marched towards him and at once ordered him," Yeh ball Vicky ka hein, seedhi tarah se ball wapis de do".

"Mujhe accha laga to meine le liya, ab yeh mera hein". he retorted back to me

He was testing my patience,"Kyun kal tumhe Taj Mahal accha lagega to kya woh bhi tumhaara ho jaayega, aakhri baar keh raha hoon ball de do warna accha nahi hoga".

" Nahi doonga, meri mummy ne kahan hein ke yeh ghar mere Papa Rajiv Khurana ka hein, to yahan ki saari cheeze meri hein to yeh ball bhi mera hua na".

"Yeh ghar tumhaare Papa ka hein! Hmmm, yeh ghar hamare Dadaji Mr Ranjit Singh Khurana ka hein, aur Rajiv Singh Khurana hamaare Papa hein mere, Vicky aur Annie ke tumhaare nahi aur yahan ki har cheez sirf hamaari hein, tumhaara yahaan kuch bhi nahi. Samjhe tum!!!!" That was it I snatched away the ball from him. By that time Mom also came down as Nakul had gone and called her.

She came up to me and questioned me, "Yeh sab kya ho raha hein Maan aur Vicky kyun ro rahan hein"?

"Mom iss ne Vicky ka ball le liya aur usse dhakka bhi maara aur yeh keh raha hein yeh ghar uske Papa ka hein, hamaare Papa ko apna Papa keh raha hein". I informed Mom before she could say something, we had another intruder.

"Woh sacch keh raha hein betaaa".That woman said I hated her she was bad . Confirming my assumptions she started spitting venom," Aparna tumhe apne bacchon ko samjhana chahiye aakhir hum sab ko ab saath mein hi reha hein, mere bete ka bhi iss sab par utna hi haque heinn jitna ke tumhaare bacchon ka". I so wanted to throw both mother son duo out of our house.

Each going second my temper was rising like sensing my intentions my mother held my hand tightly, ordering Nakul to take Annie and Vicky inside and making our move towards the door but not before answering that woman,"Mujhe kya karna hein aur kya nahi yeh mujhe tumse jaan ne ki koi zaroorat nahi, behtar yehi hoga ke tum mujhse aur mere bacchon se door raho aur rahi baat tumhaare yahan rehe ki to woh to waqt hi batayega ke kaun rehta hein aur kaun jaata hein".

She held my Mom's hand in anger and spoke,"Tumhaare pyaar aur shaadi mein tab bhi itni taaqat nahi thi ke woh Rajiv ko mere paas aane se rok sake aur na hi aaj hein. Tum kal bhi haari thi aur aaj bhi haarogi. Mein tumhe aur tumhaare inn bacchon ko Rajiv ke haathon se hi dhakke maar ke bahar nikalwaoongi bahot jald. U are a failure Aparna, a failure"!!!!!

"Those words still echo in my ears Geet, the venom in her voice just doesn't let me forget those words and the shattered sight of my Mom on hearing those words".

"THE SEED OF HATRED FOR MY DAD HAD BEEN SOWED IN MY MIND THAT INSTANT"!!!!!

"I started hating him for what he did to my Mom..."