Hi all - This has started out as a one shot based off today's epi. So I'm not sure yet if I will update. I will try though if there are enough people to read it. Let me know if you like it, and want me to continue.
REVELATIONS
He felt someone collide with his back, and automatically spun around, while trying to steady himself. Thrown slightly off balance, he stepped quickly to the side, as he watched her continue on her way, head bowed, as if she hadn't just walked right into him. 'Something is definitely up with this girl' he thought to himself, as he shook his head and made his way across the room to his sister, who was talking to her husband, and La. He reached them just as La, grabbing his arm, leaned over his shoulder and shouted "Chamkeli! I think I left my bracelet up in ASR's room, go get it for me.. Please." She added as an afterthought. Not sure whether the familiar way she held his arm, or that she had barked out an order at her like that annoyed him more, but he caught her hand, and less than gently pushed it away, turning to chat with his sister about upcoming events, his eyes unconsciously following her as she made her way up the stairs, crossed the landing, and disappeared, as if she were sleepwalking. Distracted once again a few minutes later by yet another arm clutch from La, he missed Shayam excuse himself from the group, and head up the upstairs. A few minutes later, growing tired of the talk of Poojas and engagements, and his eyes flitting to the stairs every few seconds, he broke away from the group, circling around the room, before reaching the stairs, which he slowly began to climb.
Her mind was numb, she had no idea what she was still doing here, no idea what she'd do when she finally made it home, and no idea how she had gotten through Angali's introduction of Shayam as he husband, without screaming in shock and helplessness. She wasn't sad, she noticed, as she entered the bedroom, pausing just inside the doorway, lost in thought. Shocked yes, because it was unexpected, and unthinkable and sick in such a perverted way, she refused to concentrate on it. Helplessness, because she knew she was trapped, but she didn't know how yet, or what form it would take, but deep in her very bones, she knew she was doomed.
He grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around, apologies and explanations falling from his lips in desperation. She refused to listen, backing away, her eyes filled with anger, and disgust. But, he needed to explain, needed her to understand why he had done, what he had done, why he couldn't let her go, why she must help him with his plan for their happiness. 'And, if words wouldn't do it,' he thought, the terror of losing her fuelling his already twisted mind, 'then surely his actions would.' And, without hesitating, he launched himself at her, a thick, beefy hand clamping over her mouth, another grabbing her wrist, ignoring her struggles, and muffled pleas, as he backed her into the wall, pinning her against it with his body, freeing his hand which grazed up her arm, feverishly to her neck, stroking lightly with his fingers, as he whispered soothingly into her ear, promising her the world, if only she would stop struggling, and then suddenly she did. Her body went limp, and slumped forward slightly against his, her arms relaxed, and her head eased back slightly. Feeling a surge of triumph and a rush of passion, he relaxed his palm over her mouth, smiling, and starting to relax his weight against her, when the smile turned into a grimace of pain, as he felt sharp teeth sink into his open palm. Recoiling in shock, he let go, grabbing his palm, inspecting it briefly, and she ducked, then bolted, across the room, reaching the door before he realized what was happening.
He made his way up the stairs in long easy strides, his brain switching effortlessly from the morning's events, to the work he had scheduled for the afternoon. His gaze downturned, he had nearly reached the landing when for the second time that day he was almost thrown off his feet, feeling not just a collision, but hands shoving him to the side as she streaked past him down the stairs. Unconsciously reaching out to steady himself, he froze as he caught a glimpse of her face as she bounded down the stairs, tripping repeatedly, and drawing every eye in the room below to herself. 'She's terrified' he thought, and his feet almost as if commanded by that thought, began to give chase. Ignoring the uproar occurring in the room, the loud shouts of her name by almost every member of the family, and even the sudden rush of bodies moving after her as she weaved her way through the furniture, past the large columns and stumbled down the entryway, he caught up with her just as she reached the front doors, grabbing at the handles, frantically tugging at them, sobbing uncontrollably. He approached slowly, and afraid to startle, or add to her hysteria, turned around and threw a warning look at the crowd his family was forming, some distance behind him. "Khushi" He said softly, turning back, stepping as close as he dared, his eyes taking in her shoulders as they jerked repeatedly, while she tried to open the door, how in her hysterical state she didn't notice the latch secured into place, how her head remained bowed seemingly unaware of anyone, or anything. He waited a few seconds before inching closer, planting himself firmly behind her, "Khushi" He said again, his voice still low, soothing "Let me open the door for you." He waited, watching as her shoulders lost some of their frantic rhythm, then slowly stopped jerking, hands still firmly gripping the door handles, the knuckles on her fingers, white and rigid. Hardly daring to breathe, he moved his arm around her, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the sounds of her ragged breathing, the choked sobs, he kept moving his hand towards the handle, then slid his fingers between hers and the door, clasping them, then gently easing each one free, before drawing her hand out, careful not to exert too much pressure, and bringing it down slowly to her side. Her hand was icy cold, he noticed, just as he heard the voice boom out from behind him, while he simultaneously watched her other hand drop from the door, and she unconsciously moved backwards into him, her whole body stiffening, her fingers digging into his palm, eyes never leaving the floor. Instinctively, he moved his arm around her shoulder, then reflexively half turned towards the voice, his body tensing, as alarm bells sounded in his mind.
His eyes took in the scene in one glance, drifting over each player, gaging their impending reactions from their present expressions, dismissing them, then zeroing in on the final one, who stood the furthest away, solidly blocking her from view. "What's going on over here?" He called out loudly, forcing a note of confusion into his voice. They all turned, one by one, flashing him looks of uncertainty, mingled with fear at what they were trying to understand. 'All but one' he noted, his eyes drifting back to the figure near the door. Moving forward almost casually, he stopped near them, smile firmly in place, eyes passing over the clasped hands, the two bodies almost glued together, and he forced his mind to focus on the situation at hand, refused to let the rage take control. 'What's going on Saleh Sahib?' He asked curiously, a half smile on his face, looking inquiringly into his eyes, then glancing back at his wife. "If Khushiji is upset, maybe it would be better to let someone else take care of her." He said still smiling, then dropping his voice "Instead of you doing it in this fashion" he said in a low disapproving voice. Suddenly speaking louder, he reached his hand out towards her wrist "Here, let me take over." He said, his voice carrying across the hall, then stopped as he suddenly saw him shift slightly, dropping her hand, then reaching out almost lazily, before he felt his hand lightly grip his forearm. He snapped his head up, startled further to see his brother-in-law's eyes rest on him for a moment, then drift over to the stairs, then back again, and lock. "It's OK, Jij" He said casually, before he raised his voice slightly, eyes holding steady "Lavanya." He called, "Take Khushi upstairs to my room now." ' It all happened in a rush, as she stopped near them, took Khushi's hand in hers, tugging her forward, then stopping, her eyes widening in alarm, and hesitating before fearfully requesting he remove his hand from her shoulder, which he did after gently telling her to go upstairs with Lavanya, and that everything was going to be fine. Throwing him a look of dread mixed with awe, Lavanya led her away, both moving robotically, while the rest stood watching, no one daring to interfere. He stood stock still for a moment, his eyes following them, his mind urging him to act, and act fast, before all was lost, before he'd have to plan again, from scratch. He turned slowly, and eyes once again scanning the faces around him he started to step forward before he felt the hand that had never left his arm, close around it like a vice. Head snapping up, he looked into the dark eyes of his wife's brother, eyes, no longer unreadable, but burning instead with barely controlled fury.
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