This part is dedicated to Nir_Jaanu who had a birthday recently. Hope you are feeling well Niru...
I wanted to end this here, but due to other commitments, I am splitting this in half and made it a short update.
One more thing, this short story started in the direction of Sweet Home Alabama, but I had to put my own twist and now I think it is a lot different from the movie. So I apologize if you get confused.
Part 6A
Tarun couldn't help but notice the dirty looks Jai slid toward him several times that afternoon. He never felt more like a kebab mein haddi than now, it seemed like he committed a big faux pas by intruding on whatever transpired downstairs on the lower deck.
Bani, on the hand felt relieved that the kiss was broken. She couldn't look into Jai's face. She felt guilt weighing heavily, she came to divorce Jai, not make up with him, and what would she do with Daksh? She had agreed to marry him in front of every one, and now she was folding without a fight in front of Jai. She needed to get out of here and soon.
She was always decisive about her life, except around Jai. She made the most stupid decisions when she was around Jai. She married him at eighteen when her mind was telling her to finish her education, her heart told her to stay around with him when her mind took her to New York, now signals were flashing in her brain about getting a divorce and to run away from danger, but her heart was telling her to do something entirely different.
She closed her eyes and she saw herself heavily pregnant in the small cottage amidst the palm trees, cleaning the fish that Jai and her five year old son caught in the kitchen sink. The child looked just like Jai, tall for his age, with unruly hair curling at his neck, his long lashes thick and curling as he looked down intently at the fish.
That was her recurring dream, a dream that was incessant and regular during the long separation of seven years.
She breathed in heavily, she needs to stop dreaming about what is not to be. She can't afford to have her heart broken one more time.
She marched to where Jai was sitting and stared at him. Strong, muscular legs peeped from the long shorts as he sat carelessly on the step. She had an incredible urge to smooth over the fine hair on his calves.
"Jai, I want the divorce, I am marrying Daksh and that's final. Please, I am begging you! I can't stay in a loveless marriage. If you have any kindness in you, you would let me go!" She beseeched him.
He lifted his head sharply to look at her. She was taken aback at the look of bitterness in his eyes and took a step back when he rose to his full height and overpowered her small stature. He caught her upper arms with brutal force, bruising her.
"What about me? Bani! I have been kind to you, I did let you go seven years ago, you trampled on my heart when you left me and took off to New York, I thought that you needed to quench your thirst with the taste of success. You made it to the highest echelons of your career, don't you think it's time to come back and fulfill your duties to your parents, to your family, and to your husband. What the hell do you think I am, Bani?…some kind of doormat, who will keep on taking the shitty treatment? Hear me out, Bani! And hear me well. I am not divorcing you and that is final! You got that?"
She shook in fear at the venom in his voice.
He flung her as quickly as he held her and walked away in anger. The first thing that she thought was, how magnificent he looked in his anger. He was always handsome, tall, dark and handsome with a deadly smile, but the forceful, angry man with the steely muscular form and dark eyes that changed with deep emotion was something else altogether. Suddenly she felt weak in the knees with a yearning she didn't feel in the last seven years. She blushed to a deep red when she caught the stares of the fishermen on the deck. She stumbled and walked indignantly in the direction of Jai.
He was busy helping with bringing down the sails to dock the boat. He ignored her deliberately, making her stew in anger.
"You are moving in to my house, I will pick you up this evening, and you will call your boyfriend to tell him that you are calling off your wedding." Ice dripped from his voice.
She stared at him with futility. "You don't understand, I am not the same Bani you married seven years ago, I changed! I am not the young, nave girl who was docile and smitten by your good looks."
"Docile, that's a laugh!" his shoulders shook with mirth. "You were anything but docile. Fierce, aggressive and independent, a girl who knew what she wanted in life. A girl who set her aims high and pushed me to aim high." She saw the pride reflecting in his eyes. Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks and she turned away to hide them.
"This is not going to work, we are so different now, what am I going to here in Goa? What will I do with my boutiques? I can't drop everything!" She sounded desperate to her own ears.
"We will make it work, Bani!" he reached out to her. "We can live in anywhere these days. The world has become smaller, communications are great these days, you can work remotely, I can work remotely. This time, I promise you – I will make it work!!" The earnestness moved her.
"I will still make your life miserable!" she hiccupped.
"It's better than you being away, Bani! Please?" he brought her struggling body against him.
"I am not promising anything!" she muttered helplessly, she wanted to lean in and lay her head against his shoulder.
"OK, don't promise anything then, let's take it one day at a time." He smiled against her cheek.
"I won't sleep with you!" she whispered.
"Who said anything about sleeping?" He stiffened against her. She turned sharply in astonishment.
When she saw his twinkling eyes, she blushed. "I mean it, JW!" she repeated. "I don't want to go to bed with you until I figure out if this will work between us."
He sighed. "Damn you, you always have to make it tougher than what it is…"
"Take it or leave it!" Her eyes held him a prisoner.
"I will take it!" he answered knowing that he didn't have much choice.
"Daksh is coming to town!" Bani looked down, expecting fireworks.
"Is he now?" he tried hard not to show his feelings, but she could feel him stiffening.
"Yes, along with his mother and some of his campaign managers." She bit her lip.
"Why, is he standing in the elections in Goa?" Tarun joined them.
"No, he is going to strategize on how to run the election in New York and one more thing…" she was reluctant to continue.
"Yes…go ahead, Bani! If you have some thing to say, I want you to go ahead!" Jai squared his jaw.
"His mother, Karuna aunty wants Daksh and I to get married here, she thinks that Goa is quaint, rustic and charming, and she thinks it's a great way to get some advertising for Daksh."
"Over my dead body!" Jai muttered under his breath.
"But…"
"When is he planning to come, Bani?" he calmed enough to ask, but the glitter in his eyes belied his calm.
"In about a week." She pulled her T-shirt down nervously.
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Thank you to Cheeze, Swathi, Rimpy, Niru, Nimmie, Hima and Janitha...Thank you all for the lovely comments.
On a personal note, I am very happy again for various reasons...that's a good thing...
I have a pot luck at work tomorrow and have to cook for a gazillion people. All the managers have to cook and clean... So I am saving my energies for an early morning shift. That's a bad thing...I am not an early morning person.
Love to you all. Mwahhhh and good night!
Edited by Sheena_Row - 17 years ago