:: Forbidden Relation ::
She sat on the floor, keeping her feet on a step built in the backyard of their house. The exotic yet sweet smell of the wet soil filled her nostrils, building a sense of calmness in her stance.
Inhaling a huge amount of oxygen, she sat there resting her head on the glass door that was parting the house from the backyard.
Though rains never fascinated her till now, always it got termed as sticky and watery in her vocabulary. But today the falling drops are looking more alluring then the idiot box of hers hanging on the wall of their living room, which she watched in her free time.
"Coffee?" A manly voice from behind pulled her out of the thought process that she's so into. Nodding readily, she slid the glass door more to make place for the person.
Taking one cup from his hand, she cupped it in her hands absorbing the warmth of the liquid through the hard substance. Her head rested on the shoulder of the one who has settled beside her just now.
Taking a sip, she smiled as he ruffled her hairs affectionately.
"Dad!" She whined with a small laugh as she snuggled more into her father's embrace who held her tight.
"Now with whom I'll enjoy like this?" She heard her father saying as he forwarded his cup a little. Getting married now nowhere seems exciting. Next month, she's going to betrothed to the one whom she fell for.
"I'll be here for this." Her tone low, throat clogged with sobs and tears ready to flow from those chocolaty brown orbs. A watery chuckle escaped from her father's lips. Her eyes snapped up as she saw the old wrinkles on his face contradicting more. His eyes held the unshed tears of separation from his little girl, who has grown up in a beautiful woman in front of his eyes.
Next she is bawling her eyes out in her father's embrace, clutching his lapels tightly as she can. Seems like afraid to go off the hold around her from the arms of the man, who's her first love, her hero, her father.
*
Her joint family was a conservative one, she'd brought her boyfriend home, with whom she's in a relationship since four years, on his insistence.
Everybody was outraged with her this move but the one who had stood silent was her father. Hearing everything with them, she and her boyfriend. All the accusations, taunts and what not.
Her eyes had accumulated with tears when her aunt has questioned her upbringing from her parents. But before her parents could say, he'd defended her.
"Aunty, I know, you people didn't like our relation. But please, don't point out at her parents. They aren't anywhere in this." He'd said making her aunt more raged with a back answer. Though how polite and respectful his tone was, her aunt has not so politely had pointed at his upbringing there.
"Like I said aunty, Please don't bring our parents in between this, they're not anywhere in this."
He'd replied in his previous polite tone. His calm and composed persona was the only thing that was holding her at one place. The hurtful words thrown at their way was breaking her bit by bit. Was this her same loving family, who'd pampered her like a princess.
Her loving chachu', had so brutally gripped her forearm and had tried to pull her away. When he caught the hold of her palm and gripped it tightly. Don't know why, it looks likes he needed her there as his strength. Her bearing power was on the edge, crossing its limit anytime.
"Rajesh!" A loud voice laced with authority boomed in the hall, hushing all the mind numbing talks going on there. That's her father, who was near her with his long strides, and her forearm got freed by the repulsive grip of her uncle's palm. A clear warning in her father's voice. Seems like daring her uncle to try holding her once and he will show the consequences towards his action. Turning towards them, his gaze was fixed on her, just her. And there she took out her palm from his palm.
"Since when?" The question from her father had completely thrown her off guard. She looked up to meet his raging eyes. Damn! Did she just let her father down?
"Since when Jodha?" Same question again resonated in the silent ambience, as the head of the house took charge from there.
"Four.. four years." Her stutter meek and clogged with tears, that just escaped out of her eyes. She had many arguments with her mother on the same topic, since a year when she'd revealed about this to her. But in front of her father, nothing made sense.
Whatever his decision would she would accept it, without any argument. His decisions, whether as small as like choosing the better between two dresses or the bigger decisions of her career choice, are always correct. Though how wrong they seems in the initial phase but as the time passes, her inner self would realize, that he was always correct.
If that means forgetting him, she's ready for that. Marrying someone of her family's choice, she's ready for that. But no arguments with her father, for any issue for that matter.
"Name?" Her father again asked maintaining the same tone as previous.
"Jalal Mohammad." This time the answer was delivered by the one who had been standing silent all along.
"A Muslim?" Her father staggered back in disbelief. And she knew somewhere, this religion difference will be huge blockage in their way.
"Dad.." She tried to take a step ahead to hold her father. But he just pushed the hands that came to his help. There the limits were crossed and she crumbled right there into a crying mess.
Jalal so wanted to hold his girl and comfort her but he knew, for now his priority is different. So rather giving a shoulder to cry, he kneeled down in front of her father who had his head held in his hands, clearly stressed.
"Sir, I don't understand why still in this 21st century, people are so concerned about the caste and that things. I've settled a career, a house of my own. I don't drink or smoke, not even occasionally and everything that needed to be fitted in the criteria of a ideal son in law. Even my parents are ready to accept her, with her religion."
He explained in sort of haste. Whatever he'd practiced in front of her, not a word of that had escaped his mouth but whatever he said and he was going to say, was same, just with more appropriate wordings.
Her father just has stared the man sitting on his toes in front him. His each and every word he'd heard sincerely and clearly. The thing he'd said made sense but the society they live in is senseless to understand this logic. They would mock, protest and even would detest them if this marriage happened but what matters to him was her, his daughter's happiness. Though much sincerity and honesty his orbs had shown but a father he's and albeit reluctantly had replied.
"Bring your parents here then."
She'd seen her family grimace at the order delivered to them. While both of them had rejoiced with the fact that he is at least giving a chance to them, if not permission.
*
Next day, the old couple has definitely came to the Singh's household, for their son. The Singh's were amazed with the modern yet different ideology that they'd presented in front of them. But not ready to leave their old beliefs behind and step up in the new era of modern thinking.
The much needed assurance happened when her uncle had met with a fatal accident and Jalal's father had donated the blood, because his was the rarest blood group that matched, O negative.
But what if that incident had never happened, would then also her family have agreed for her forbidden relation? Or they would have denied? Why such a strong push in form of the accident needed to convince them?
This is really so scandalous for our society but the bitter reality is that it happens.
*
"Dad, wouldn't you've agreed for our relation if that doesn't have happened?" The daughter asked her father the question which had been nagging her since all of her family had agreed.
Bharmal just stared at his daughter, not knowing the answer himself or his inner conscience held him from answering fearing the reaction he would get from his daughter. He would have definitely denied. Wouldn't he?
"I've some urgent call to make." Giving the first excuse that came in his mind, he retreated back inside the house as he carefully dodged the question.
While she looked ahead to see the rain still pouring but with less intensity.
!!*!!
Horrible? 🤢
I don't know, how's it? Tell me.
I don't want to hurt any one's feelings on their caste and religion. So, if anybody has get offended, then I apologize. It was unintentional. 😊
Okay, so this was for Shelly 🤗. My dear ... (you know what 😉 😆), This one is for you. Hope you liked the surprise. 😳
Le likh diya tere liye bhi. 😆
Sorry for the boring dedication. This was all I can think of today.😛
Now, don't come to me to beat me up.🤢 I was sitting at my house doing nothing, so this is the boring outcome while I was watching raining heavily outside.
Those who're waiting for broken hearts, that will be updated by Friday. So patience till than.😃
Sorry if its not worth reading. 😊
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