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Rikara OS- || Healing The Broken ||
"Why are you doing this Gauri?" He looked at her while she simply chose to ignore looking back at him.
She folded a scarf and put it into her bag." I m doing it for me, I get bored at home anyways. " she stated causally.
He folded his hands, "Jhooth!"
She paused what she was doing and sighed silently. She turned and walked to him. Gently lifting his hand she held it in her small hands.
"Hum apni khushi se ye kar rahe hain, majboori mein nahi!" She met his eyes.
He gave a straight smile. She turned to resume her work when he held her hand. "Do you have the same opinion about me?"
Lines drew on her forehead and she knitted her brows," What do you mean? " she blinked confused.
"Nikamma hoon main, apne parivaar ke liye kuch nahi kar sakta? Selfish! Selfish hoon main? Mere khwaab, Mere khayaal, My Passion is more important to me than my family! Kya tumhe bhi yeh lagta hai?"
"Omkara ji, ee aap kya keh rahe hain? Aap humaare liye kya hai yeh aap bhi nahi jaante!" She spoke honestly. "Yeah duniya chaahe Jo bhi kahe hum aapko jaante hain aur samjte bhi hain."
"So why are you doing this?" His eyes bored into her trying to fathom the truth in her words.
"Kya zaroorat hai tumhe kaam karne ki? Ab toh Sab theek hai, jaise pehle thaa." His voice grew solemn etched with a sort of mocking color quite evident due to a rage within.
"Humne kaha naa, Hum ye apni khushi ke liye kar rahe hain. Pehle hum Bhagwaan ji ke vastra banate thee, ab ek boutique mein kaam karenge. Is mein kaunsi badi baat hai? Baat agar pariwaar ke naam ki hai, toh wo designer, Bade Bhaiya ki dost hai. I have told her that I m doing this to be independent, and start from scratch. Humaaribwajah se iss parivaar ka naam kabhi nahi jhuke gaa.Yeh toh humne aapse seekha hai Omkara Ji!"
He squeezed his eyes slightly, his expression growing subtle , and thoughtful.
"Aapse seekha hai, apne dum pe udaan bhar naa,
Aapse seekha hai, apne hunar ke liye khade hona, phir chaahe duniya beech mein kyun naa aaye,
Aapse seekha hai Omkara Ji!"
His expression grew still soft. He had been so wrong yet again. He had thought she was doing all this, due to the world's words about him. To make him look smaller in front of her. To tell the world she would support him. Oh he shouldn't have got into Choti Maa's words. He should have believed his heart. But his heart was but broken pieces held together by the glue of few relations. But, he now felt that maybe one day, it would no longer be weak. Because she was becoming his strength. She was that healing fibre to his tormented torn heart.
"I m sorry, I was wrong!" He whispered, as he sat on the edge of the bed, a step away. She looked down at his hand she was till holding. His eyes glimmered with moisture. "Omkara Ji" she was suddenly taken aback as she diverted her gaze to meet his. He was vulnerable with tears in eyes and voice shaking with emotional force. She gently rubbed his shoulders and arms wondering what had gone wrong suddenly?
"Can I get a hug?" He asked innocently looking up at her slightly.
She blinked,her heart skipped a beat. At times he scared her. In a matter of seconds her small arms were around him. She placed her chin over his head holding his face close to her heart. He quickly held on to her waist pulling her close to himself. He cried in her arms. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks at his sudden emotional over burst.
She kissed his head. "I m always here for you!" She whispered.
He closed his eyes knowing no way to thank her for it. Very rarely would someone prefer to rebuild broken debris. He was broken and shattered to dust. She chose to stop by and blow off the dust and bring him together again.
Oh how could he ever thank her enough, for making him, Himself again?
Iss zamaane se chupa mujhe,
Tukdon mein hai dil,
Zara sambhaal isse,
Toota hoon, agar aaye chot,
Toh chaahe de chot mujhe,
Par apne she dhoor naa karna,
Kasam hai iss Ishq Ki, Tujhe.
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