||AsHlok SS~The Voice~ Chapter6 Pg62 Up*8Oct14|| - Page 43

Originally posted by: AshesToDust

okay janu rightnow i am hitting my head hard to let the words pour out you know what long breaks do to your creativity. feeling so dumb rightnow😆

Originally posted by: asyaarshilover

awww my poor baby😭

don't worry tum huma kuch bhe doge hum khushi khushi parh lenge...😳

Chapter 6

I remember Shlok's migraine getting worse at times and now when the doctor conversed in an unappealing exigency to Sofie, Sohai and I could pass frazzled looks only. Sofie was the one who could get the head or tale of Turkish language and it seemed like she was going to have a long comprehensive debate with the medical team. I rested my head back on the wall; Sohai took my hand in hers, pressing it between hers.

"What's wrong with them? He just has this obnoxious headache...what is the doctor telling her? "I sighed closing my eyes; something about everything was making my blood wobble inside my head.

"He is still not conscious..." Sohai trailed off; I looked at her all confused. So she knew what the doctor was telling Sofie and her exhausted face was giving all away. She wasn't telling me something evident, that I needed to know.

"What's wrong with him?" I stared at her; she seemed to have no notice of me at the moment. I motioned my hand in front of her and she looked at me distracted.

"What is wrong with him?"

"It's a tumor." Sofie, who came when I was all attentive towards Sohai, told sitting beside me. "So you better leave, Kavya must sleep now. Besides they don't allow more than one attendant."

I gaped at her and stared long, Sohai sighed and left my side to take Kavya home.

"Baba ain't coming?" She asked. Sohai shook her head and picked the girl in her arms.

"He will be home later tonight."

"It's not a tumor Sofie..its migraine." I heard myself. Sofie nodded her head.

"It's okay it can be operated... I need to make a phone call." She said and left. I looked at the door behind which he was lying oblivious of the world turning around me. I recalled him holding his entire head in the evening. Migraine makes one half of your brain ache. My mouth fell open. Sofie came back and sat beside me.

"It's getting late Astha... you should leave for home."

"I am not leaving... I am staying here. With him."

"It's okay... you go." I saw something in her eyes which I did not like. Something that told he was her's and not mine. I shook her head.

"No Sofie... I am fine staying here. They'll shift him in the room soon. I'll attend him for the night. I can't sleep knowing he is suffering some terrible tumor anyway. Besides Sameer is not home." I laid all the reasons on the table. Sofie must have seen the restlessness in my voice she didn't insist.

"If they tell you anything...call me. I'll talk to them."

I nodded and she left after Shlok was shifted in his room.

***

I looked out the window, perplexity written all over my face. A golden shimmer of sun rays shaking through the trees invaded the room falling directly on his eyes. I shifted myself as to function a shield between him and the rays. The night had been so long; for once I thought the sun would never come.

Shlok's eyes motioned beneath the sheath of his lids. I reckoned the calm invading his face.

"How long have you known?" I asked shifting on the couch to his left.

"Not long." He told me in his old tired voice.

"Be a moron..." I squealed in my own exasperation. He laughed hard and I knew he had what it took a man to go through any hard-hitting time.

"You shouldn't be staying here Astha..." he began; I jerked up glaring at him.

"We are not discussing it now."

***

Shlok was operated the following week after which the only thing that mattered was his regaining all that he had lost physically. When he shifted in the ward after the surgery I had hung the wind chime on his door, thankfully he was the only one tall enough to hit it so that it would tinkle.

"That's annoying Astha..."

"that's why it is there..."

Sameer was to come back today, his ever extended trip was over, I heard his bushed and jaded voice over the phone enlightening me of his homecoming. My spirits went down the groove, Shlok needed time to improve and I wanted to stay with him but there was no rational justification which I could lay down in front of Sameer without myself being ill at ease.

"When is Sameer coming back?" Shlok asked seeing me out of the frame he was in. I looked up startled. I guess being surprised now when I knew he knows what I think most of the time was no sense but for now I did not know whether to tell him the exact time or the news itself would be enough.

"Tonight." I nibbled on the word as it came out.

"That's great."

"Yeah be happy you are getting rid of me."

I started it but I was in no moods of bickering, sneaking out of the picture seemed a better idea. Shlok followed me outside his room as I lead myself to the patchy olive lawns in the vicinity of the ward all thanks to my wind chime. When I bought it I never knew the thing would be used for such a purpose. The thought made me giggle to myself. I realized the past few weeks had made this grotesque change in me, I was giggling and smiling to myself and was in pretty high sensations most of the time, that moment when I realized this was somewhat enlightening.

I sat in a bunch of people who were listening to one of their comrade playing the guitar. Turks were passionate hosts; they welcomed you like they owned you. What else would you need to feel at home? Shlok had followed me outside; I wondered if the nurse on duty was sleeping while he broke out because as advised and as not followed, he was on strict bed rest. The man with the guitar passed it on to Shlok and spoke words my poor brain failed to recognize. Perhaps he was asking him to play a Bollywood tune because Shlok was ringing tuhe dekha tu ye jaana sanam' in the air. I laughed; because that is what I am doing these days, laughing when smile would suffice, drilling down the earth when laughing would suffice. Shlok rolled his eyes and took the round of appreciation from the lot who seemed to enjoy his amateur skills to a degree.

"You never rally in this arena Shlok, no offence to your passion."

"None taken but it's good to see you laugh my lady."

I gasped for air recalling how Shlok would use this my lady' tag whenever he would flirt around with women. The two words had a huge influx of memories flooding down the lane. I found Shlok gazing at me in what I would describe as a dusky path of a dream. I guess I was imagining what I wanted to. The comprehension is wretched though, there were inescapable hindrances in my path which led me to him and even if heart was running wild in his search the mind never gave up on the hitches paved in my way. Like he always read my mind, Shlok had come to a decision that I was leaving now for home.

"I don't want troubles brewing between you and Sameer." He said, I had nothing to say. I did not want to think that staying with Shlok when he needed me was wrong in any way. I did not want to think I was married and that I had a husband to inform about where and why I was where I was. No I did not want to think about any of this, wrong or right, I had taken this step. And now I wanted to head back still not willing to think any of this; I was okay pretending nothing went out of the way.

I came back home to find him fast asleep. He was back fifteen minutes ago; or so he had texted.

"Sameer" I called out. He did not reply perhaps he was indeed asleep. I went into the wardrobe to change when a strong women's scent stung my nostrils, I stopped dead for a minute thinking of an invader but it wasn't hard ignoring I was a yard away from Sameer's shirt hanging inoffensively on the hook. I loped out of the room towards the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. Running it down my parched throat I noticed it was cold. So Sameer was home a while back or perhaps... I did not want to think there. Whatever it was eventually lead to me being caught. Yes caught, for the first time I registered what I would go through if Sameer had any hint of what I was up to for the past couple of days. The flamey scent was long forgotten as I trembled in my own distress. Eventually I came up with the only sane choice and that was to confront Sameer directly.

***

Whenever Sameer came in front of me I realized how words failed to escape my mouth. Something inside me knotted my throat like guilt overtakes one. I assured myself I wasn't guilty, I wasnt at fault our failing marriage was; but who could fight the fact that our failing marriage was the fault of one on us or perhaps both of us.

Accolade, a funny name for a restaurant with the worst coffee's in Istanbul. I often came here for a cup; occasionally and usually alone. The only thing good in it was its mirror faade which allowed one to stare out unseeingly. I was doing so too when my eyes decided to see; and I saw a beautiful girl in the arms of a handsome man. Funny how I knew both the faces, how they had been in my life all along, how in a matter of minutes they had snatched away from me everything I ever wanted: love, happiness, a right to family, a friend, a soul...

The man took out his pocket book to deliver his phone, he tapped his fingers on the screen and in a matter of seconds I found my phone tinkling, I picked up.

"Where are you Astha?"

"In hell Shlok Agnihotri!"

***

Originally posted by: ...Ayesha...

res😳

Originally posted by: AshesToDust

A short update but after such a long tome could only push myself to write this much! But hopefully the next update wont take much long.

Happy reading!

Originally posted by: AshesToDust

am i amazed😆

Originally posted by: ...Ayesha...

you shouldn't be😎