Hello!!! This is a two shot... Enjoy!!!😃
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ll Words I couldn't Say ll
In a book, in a box, in the closet'
In a line, in a song, I once heard.
He felt numb, as he looked around the room. Everything kept neatly in its place- exactly where it belonged. The curtains had been drawn back- to let the sun into his gloomy room. The bed had been neatly made; everything was perfect' except that one crucial thing. Her. How many times had he accused her, taunted her, of being a filthy gold-digger? How many times had he sneered in her face, that she was nothing more than an obstacle, that he'd opted to remove form his sister's life?
In a moment on the front porch late one June.
In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon.
What hurt most, was the fact that she'd tried- time and again- to explain to him, to prove her innocence. She had begged him' begged him to trust her- to see what a monster his Brother-in-law was. And every single time, he'd turned away. He'd not given her what she needed, what she deserved. Why, oh, why had he been so heartless? Why had she casually brushed aside every single thing she had done for him? Why hadn't he paid attention when she would stay up late for him to arrive from work? Why had dubbed it all as meaningless drama on her part, when she had told him- over and over again- that it was Love?
There it was at the tips of my fingers;
There it was at the tip of my tongue.
There you were and I had never been that far;
There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms;
And I let it all slip away.
Tears cascaded down his cheeks, as he clutched desperately at his hair. He got up- restless- and paced across the room, coming to a halt in front of his closet. His hand reached out, as it touched the door, he remembered the time, when she'd hidden inside it- her childish innocence and mischief shining through those doe-like eyes. He had turned those eyes cold. They didn't shine anymore- neither with glee, nor with tears. He had robbed her off of every emotion. He'd broken her- piece by precious piece- and he'd relished in it.
What do I do now, that you're gone?
No back-up plan, no second chance;
No one else to blame.
All I can hear in the silence that remains,
Are the words I couldn't say.
Oh, they'd had their moments. There had been times when she'd almost succeeded in melting him- melting his heart. The time when he'd fallen ill- and she had been there at his every beck and call. She had fed him, bathed him, dressed him- hell she had not slept for a week so that she could tend to him! But when he had recovered- he had thrown barbed insults in her face- calling her a conniving witch, telling her that he was long past the foolishness of trusting her. But by the time he realized that he had been foolish by not trusting her, it was too late.
There's a rain that'll never stop falling;
There's a wall that I tried to take down.
What I should've said just wouldn't pass my lips;
So I held back and now we've come to this.
And it's too late now.
What do I do now, that you're gone?
No back-up plans, no second-chance;
No one else to blame!
All I can hear in the silence that remains,
Are the words I couldn't say.
But she had fought through it all. She had endured it and still she had gone on. Not succumbing to the darkness and pain around her, smiling through it all- day in and day out. But even she had limits, and he had pushed her to them-beyond them. Even when she'd been pushed to the brink- the wonderful brave woman- had held on by a single thread of hope. But alas, that hadn't been enough.
And it had all come to its peak a day ago.
He had just entered the house, when he heard the shrill scream. A cold weight settled in his stomach. Only one thought running through his mind. Di. He'd rushed through to the living room, but when he got there- he'd stopped dead. He watched as Di strode over to her- anger and repulsion literally coming off of her in waves- and slapped her, hard. He saw her wince- and hated himself in that moment for being so weak. He watched as his Di shouted herself hoarse, his Nani and Mami adding their own insults into the fray. His family raved and ranted at her, so much so that, after a while, she stopped trying to persuade them of her innocence. She just stood there, hearing everything, tears dripping down her face. And then-
"You- you filthy woman! You petty wh**re! I brought you home! And you turned on me? You couldn't trap my husband; instead you set your sights on my Brother? Was that how your filthy no-good Father-"
"ENOUGH!" she said. And the words in Di's mouth died there. The voice that she had used, was not even remotely anywhere near what Khushi's used to be. It was cold. And when she looked up- he barely restrained himself from shuddering.
"Enough. I won't tolerate a word against my Father!" she had said, her eyes filled with cold rage. She had looked at him then, and at that moment he'd seen the brave lioness break. Throwing a contemptuous glance at him and the others, she had stridden out, past him, out of his house- out of his life.
I should've found a way to tell you how I felt;
Now the only one I'm telling is myself.
What do I do now, that you're gone?
No back-up plans, no second-chance;
No one else to blame!
All I can hear in the silence that remains,
Are the words I couldn't say.
"What have you done?" a soft and trembling voice had brought him out of the dead silence that had surrounded them. But unlike the usual uncertain and meek tremble to it- the voice was trembling with barely controlled rage- it held a fury so cold and vast, that Arnav Singh Raizada wanted to turn away from it. but he hadn't been able to do that- and neither had the others.
Payal Akash Raizada, the lamb- the meek one- had stepped up to each and every one of them, and had asked them to remember what they'd done to her innocent, loving, caring sister. She'd raged at them, she yelled at them. But worse, she had told them the truth about their mistake. She had revealed each and every thing about Shhyaam Manohar Jha. And her husband- his younger, but much better brother had taken it upon himself to prove each and every thing that his wife uttered. She had not cared then, that she was breaking people's hearts. No. why would she? When these same people had broken and thrown away her baby sister, ruthlessly? And then she had come to him.
"I had thought that you were in love with her. I thought you were right for her- that you would cherish her like the precious treasure that she was' but you Arnav Singh Raizada don't deserve someone as pure as My Khushi. She was right' you are a monster." She had turned to the others then, "All of you! None of you is any better than that disgusting creature, Shyaam! You are even worse! Monsters!" she had cried and had left them standing there, stunned.
And then' then he had crumpled to the floor in anguish. For, it was then that he'd realized that she had been telling the truth all along. That he was singularly responsible for letting her walk out of his life. That he could have avoided all of this, had he listened to her- trusted her, just once. But he hadn't.. Oh! He Hadn't!
What do I do now, that you're gone?
No back-up plans, no second-chance;
No one else to blame!
All I can hear in the silence that remains,
Are the words I couldn't say.
And now, for a whole day, his wife had been missing. They had searched and searched and searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found. And Arnav Singh Raizada wished that he was given only one chance to see her, to tell her that he loved her' to apologize to her' to call her back' to promise her that he would never ever do it again' but more than anything- to ask her for a chance- a second chance'
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So? Hows it? I was in a really angsty mood and my over-stuffed mind came up with this...😛 Oh, and I also love the song... Please Comment!
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Gargee😳
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