Hi i have always been a silent reader of FF and enjoy each and everyone thoroughly. i am no writer, and do not watch KS any longer. but i do read the updates eagerly and here si my take of how I would like to see KS end.
London
Aprajit Deb looked at the paper in front of him and smashed his hand against the glass counter. He was livid. 6 years ago he had handed his beloved Bani in a golden plate to Jai Walia and buried his love deep into the recesses of his heart. And yet once again Walia had insulted, maligned and tormented his Bani. But what irked him most was that the man had the audacity to get "married" to another woman.
Where was that undying love, the fierce bonds that entwined their hearts. His so called hell without Bani.? These questions plagued him, and this time AD promised himself that Jai Walia will face the full wrath of his anger. The man had to be destroyed.
When AD stormed away from the room, slamming the door so hard that the house shook, a petite woman stepped out of the shadows and picked up the papers that had angered her husband so much. Reading the contents the woman's green eyes brimmed with tears. It had been 5 years since she had married the debonair and handsome AD, he had made sure that her every wish and desire was fulfilled. She had no reason to want anything, and his family had accepted her with open arms.
But the one thing that she craved for the most was his unconditional love, but that was not to be because his unconditional unrequited love was for Bani, and wherever Bani Walia was whether in this world or the next she knew that that is the one thing that would never be hers.
It was after 2 months of intense investigation that AD had started, that the pieces of Bani's shattered life lay bare on his mahogany desk. He had called in every favour that he could muster, paid huge sums of money to some rather shady characters until he had traced the path of his beloved's tormented life. Tapes, pictures, confessions lay there staring him into his face, but it was the doctor's report on Bani's health condition that he sat staring at for hours.
He wished with all his heart that the words that he read was incorrect, he wished that the moment he saw the article about Walia and Bani was when he should have turned his back on the newspaper article that resurrected Bani in his heart and had not started looking for clues, and reasons for Walia's disgusting and cowardly deeds.
But the damage was done. Jai Walia the man that had risen like a phoenix from the charred ashes of his life with the help of Bani had become a monster. what had he given her?.
Accusations of murdering her twins. Children that he had stolen away from her for 5 years. Irrespective of the reasons why he did so.
Accusations of an extra marital affair even though Bani left him for Walia.
Bani's complete breakdown when she thought that Walia won't be hers.
The destruction of her house.
The deprivation of food and shelter.
The deprivation of basic needs and support for his own child Ganga.
Where was the morality of this man, that she dies a thousands deaths for?
With these thoughts he set about his plans in motion. AD was a man on a mission. A mission very possible!
Mumbai
Meera sat stoned faced in Jai's study. She knew that she was barred form entering his domain, but there was no where else that she could hide. Something was terribly wrong. Although she had accused Bani with those terrible words, deep down Meera knew that Bani was innocent.
She understood too that she had no claim against Jai Walia but with the things that was told to her about Bani and her deceit she had began to hate her, how could she do that to her own kids, and to shatter Jai's life. The man was kind, and had showed utmost respect to her and she could not fathom how Bani whom he loved with all his heart could betray him in that way. And what about Ganga? Bani had deprived her own daughter of a father.
But Bani's words haunted her " I am dying" look after Ganga" that was not a ploy of a vindictive woman. No it was a plea from a desperate lonely mother. She had to act and she had to act fast.
Jai Walia looked at the gloomy sky outside. There were so many mixed emotions that he was processing in his over active mind. He kicked himself for getting so close to Meera last night. But there was something that troubled him. She felt like Bani, she smelled of Bani, it felt so right to hold her. For 6 years he had not allowed any wanton thoughts of a woman to enter his mind and heart because, despite what he may have thought of Bani he still loved her dearly. He wanted so much to forget the terrible things that she had done to him over the years, yet somehow he could not NO will not allow his weaknesses to show. Just like how she had come into his life filling it with love and sunshine so too had she destroyed it in one single night. The images of his children burnt in his heart, therefore he had not allowed anyone to see their tortured pained faces. He had instructed the pandit to have their bodies ensconced in the burial shroud denying him also the traumatic sight. He wanted to remember them just as they were, laughing, crying being naughty. He did not want to see their eyes closed for ever.
How much more could he punish Bani? What amount of torture could he inflict on her so that he raging heart would settle? Agreed that the lives of his children were taken by a coward inhuman beast, but what about her marriage to Daksh, she was his in body and soul. That body that had brought his so much of pleasure that mind that he could read from miles away, her smile that shattered a million hearts, the sly smile she shared with him after their intense lovemaking, her scent that still lingered in her unused clothes. This was his entirely his. How could Bani share that with another man?
What irritated and irked him most was her quite acceptance of his hatred, his temper, his insults and humiliation. She bore it with such grace and dignity. Even in her weakest moments she still came to work at his beck and call.
Walia mansion
Meera waited until she saw the car carrying Karuna and Jigyasa leave the gates. Like a thief she had stolen the keys of the outhouse and hid it in her sari. Running down the pathway to the cottage her heart pounded as though the devil himself was after her. But she guessed that the clues to this mystery lay behind those locked doors.
The door opened slowly and she stepped into a dusty room that smelled of stale food and un-cleaned toilets. She wanted to puke but her resolve grew stronger and she stepped into the bedroom. The sight before her startled her. There were pictures of Bani all over the floor and walls, her belongings were thrown in disarray around the room. Pictures of Arthava and Krishna with Jay and Bani were scattered on the huge bed. Various pictures of Jai and Bani together looking deeply into each others faces were displayed on the long stool alongside the window. Signs of candles being lit were amongst the oddities in the room. Strange Meera thought, there was electricity here why the candles? She was puzzled. Who had access to this room? Jai had specifically ordered that no one must enter the outhouse for ever? He had destroyed everything that reminded him of Bani even burning some items of her clothing in front of the family. Then it came to her, these were things that were happy memories of Jai, Bani and their kids. Her wedding outfit, her payaals, her sindoor box, the babies clothes. Krishna and Artharva's school books. With a lumpo in her throat she realised that Jai had warned no-one to go to the outshouse. He had made a show of destroying Bani's things in front of his family to fake his hatred for her. He did what he had to do in front of them because he was humiliated and broken hearted. Yet he saw it fit to turn the outhouse into a shrine of his children and his beloved wife.
Meera felt like an intruder. She felt disgusted with the way she had reacted when she saw Bani in Jai's arms, she ahd accussed Bani of stealing her husband, how could she? Jai and Bani were not even divorced.
Hearing noises outside she quickly stepped out and locked the door and hid behind a tree. Almost immediately she heard the footsteps she knew that it belonged to Jai. Looking around him for any signs of disturbance Jai opened the door and stepped in.
Meera crept up to the window and peeped in. a sob escaped from her and she quickly clamped her had to her mouth before making any noises. What she saw shattered her heart in a million pieces. Jai had lit the candle, kissed each picture of A and K and hugged Bani's wedding sari close to his heart. He seemed to drown into the folds of the cloth and when he looked up his face was awash with tears. Picking the sindoor box he dipped his thump and traced the line of Bani's forehead with the simple act of his love. Taking another smiling of Bani picture he clutched it tightly and wept like there was no tomorrow.
Meera slumped to the floor her own tears, mingling with the soft rain that began to fall. It seemed that even the God's had shed tears of grief with the man that occupied the room.
At supper time as everyone seated themselves around the table. Meera could only wonder to the resolve and strength of the man that had wept just hours before appear as nothing had happened and he was his old usual self. For Meera the pretence was over. It was time for her to take a stand and put an end to the farce that she was living in. jai Walia the man that had shown her respect and honour needed to get on with his life, with his true love beside him, with the daughter he did not know he had, before it was too late. Too late for her and far too late for Bani.
Ye Hai Mohabbatein
