Bhav's Bookstore|Ruk Ja O Dil...[Pg 107][30/3] - Page 5

Aawaz De Kahin Se

She sits on their bed, still in her suhaag ka joda, her ghoonghat covering her face. She hugs her knees, fighting back her tears. She can hear the ladies outside bribing her husband before they let him in, determined to get the most out of him.

As of tonight, she is officially Mrs. Meher Juneja. She should be smiling. She should be happy. She should be nervous.

The door opens, and he comes in. Meher hugs her knees tighter, making herself smaller. She feels the edge of the bed sink down as he sits down, both of them awkward. She feels him looking at her, but she does not acknowledge it.

They sit silently like that for a moment, him unsure of how to break the silence, she, reluctant to do so.

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Main yahaan tukdon mein jee rahaa hoon

Main yahaan tukdon mein jee rahaa hoon

Tu kahin tukdon mein jee rahi hai

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Preet sets the bottle down on the counter. He buries his face in his hands. His face is wet, a mixture of perspiration and tears. He is frustrated, angry at himself. How could he have let that happen? How could he have let her get married to someone else?

He takes another swig of the alcohol, neat vodka, unflavoured, bitter, and above all else, the temporary medicine for his wounds.

He has never drunk before, and the liquid sears his throat, but he revels in it. The burning in his throat takes his mind off the ache in his heart.

But he cannot avoid the fact that he misses her.

That he was an idiot to let her go.

What had he been thinking?

Roz roz resham si hawa

Aate jaate kehti hai bata

Resham si hawa kehti hai bata

Woh jo doodh dhuli masoom kali

Woh hai kahaan, kahaan hai?

Woh roshni kahaan hai?

Woh jaan si kahaan hai?

Main adhoora, woh adhoori, jee rahein hai

"I'm getting married," Meher said to Preet's back. "To Harman."

"I know," Preet replied.

They stood in silence for a moment, Meher fidgeting with her dupatta, Preet staring resolutely out the window.

"Why did you tell him to?" Meher finally asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you tell him to propose to me?" she repeated.

Preet quietly formed his reply. "Because he loves you."

Meher bit her lip, closing her eyes and fighting back tears. "And you don't?"

Preet closed his eyes, another one fighting back tears. "Please don't say that, Meher."

"Preet, I thought you loved me. What happened to that?" she asked, a quiet anger in her voice. She wiped away the tears as they fell, struggling to keep her voice steady.

"I do love you, Meher. But Harman is my brother. He announced in front of the entire family that he was going to propose to you. What was I supposed to say? No, you can't, because I'm in love with your girlfriend?" Preet turned around to face Meher, and was momentarily taken aback by her tears. He moved closer to her and held her face, wiping her tears. "Please don't cry," he whispered.

Meher shook with silent sobs, closing her eyes, relishing his touch. She put her hands over his. "I can't do this, Preet. I can't."

Preet rested his forehead against hers, feeling his own tears escape.

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Main yahaan tukdon mein jee rahaa hoon

Main yahaan tukdon mein jee rahaa hoon

Tu kahin tukdon mein jee rahi hai

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Harman moves closer to Meher. He reaches out and takes off her ghoonghat. He is surprised to see twin streaks of tears staining her cheeks. He touches her face. She closes her eyes.

"Meher, sab kuch theek hai na?" he asks, worried for her.

She nods. She opens her eyes and puts on a bright smile. But her smile doesn't reach her eyes.

Harman frowns. He strokes her hair. "Meher, you know you can tell me what's wrong. We're married now, your problems are my problems."

It finally sinks in that she is married to Harman, and the tears start again. Harman hugs her.

"Kuch nahin, Harman," she manages to gasp, "I…I miss my parents."

Harman smiles. "Aisa hota hai, Meher. It'll pass."

Meher closes her eyes. She knows it will never pass.

Tu toh nahin lekin teri muskurahatein hain

Chehra nahin hai par teri aahatein hain

Tu hai kahaan kahaan hai

Tera nishaan kahaan kahaan hai

Mera jahaan kahaan hai

Main adhoora tu adhoori jee rahein hai

Preet's head is heavy. He cannot think straight. He knows the alcohol is affecting his brain. He hasn't even downed half of it yet.

He lets his head fall into his hands. His mind's eye sees Meher in her suhaag ka joda, coming down the stairs, with Heer and Ashlesha on either side of her. Her gaze is fixed on the floor. Her expression is blank. As she passes Preet, she looks up at him. Her eyes are accusing, sad, wistful, angry, all at the same time. She looks away.

Preet raises his head. The tears blur his vision. He takes another swig of vodka.

He needs to call her.

He reaches out for his phone and dials her number without really looking at the keypad.

He holds it up to his ear. He listens to it ring. His heart races as he anticipates her voice on the phone.

"Preet? Kya baat hai?"

Preet stares at the phone. As far away as the phone is, he can still hear Harman calling his name.

Rage bubbles up in him. He throws the phone against a wall, glaring at it. He takes another sip of the vodka. The taste suddenly disgusts him, and he hurls the bottle against the wall.

He slumps down on the floor, back against the counter. He cries.

Meher really is gone.

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Main yahaan tukdon mein jee rahaa hoon

Main yahaan tukdon mein jee rahaa hoon

Tu kahin tokdon mein jee rahi hai

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

Aye ajnabi tu bhi kabhi aawaz de kahin se

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So here it was, my second tragic one-shot songfic! I hope you liked it, and do note that Kuch Kum and The Handmaiden's Tale will be updated today as well!

Love,

Bhav (:

Originally posted by: Anhdara13

Bhav, next one has to be fluff, then you can go back to writing tragic kay??

I've only got two tragic ones to the zillion fluff ones, and you want me to write more fluff? Sigh...*resigned* Fine. You're the Pope. *glares*

This was heartbreaking. Seriously, I almost cried, I complained about that yesterday, and rereading it now, I almost cried again!

Damn...Why didn't you cry?? Where did I go wrong? WHERE???

Love,

Radz

Originally posted by: -Ravjot-

Are you trying to make me cry? Honestly, reading that was heart breaking. You're so good at writing tragic fics and I hate it😆

Yup! Of course I'm trying to make you cry! I'm trying to make people in general cry! 😆 Thank you! 😳 You should see my fictionpress stuff...It's a lotta crap on requited love...It's embarrassing, really...😳

The way you described the pain was awesome! It almost brought tears to my eyes. I have nothing else to say cuz well...I dunno what else to say. It was amazgin

Awww! Thank you! 😳

Originally posted by: shabo24

*giggles* I keep thinking about like the 3-4 Meet fluff shots I have planned, just can't WAIT for your reaction! =]
*squeals* YAY! Meet fluff shots! *pokes Shabz* WriteitwriteitwriteitwriteitWRITEIT! Quick!
But YES! YOU WROTE ANOTHER ONE! *chicken dance* I love this tragedy stuff you churn out....loveitloveitloveit. Cuz you just KILL IT! No one expects you to write them and when you do you blow everyone away! omg it was just heartbreaking...with Meher being married to the wrong Juneja and just IT KILLED ME AND FOR THAT I LOVE YOU!
...chicken dance?...Yay but thank you though! 😳 Coming from such an awesome tragedy writer like you, I feel so 😳😳-ed. I'm a little surprised no one commented on Preet drinking though...*pouts*
Ignore Radz di. In about a week and a half, I'll be writng evough fluff to last everyone a lifetime. TRAGEDY!
Whooooo yeah! Yay!
--shabz
P.S. Thanks a lot, Shabz. Thanks to you my sister thinks I'm crazy........

...Well, not that she didn't already, but she thinks I'm crazier now! 😛