FF:MERI ADHURI KAHAANI last part pg-62& nt -64 - Page 7

This time, it's not my fault, blame my internet service provider, the whole city is suffering from net connectivity, but rosie, aaj puri kayanat bhi mujhe comment karne se nahin rok sakti😆

Bhikari khawaiyeshein…lol. Quite interesting typo…….sonee too? Great mind thinks alike!😎 And Jeeja like ravi🤢, bhagwaan jee thank you 4 not giving me a sister like sups, rose ne meri aankhein khol di hain by reminding the hazardous consequences of having a sis like sups.

Ranjishein👏….. claps for the title, "ranjishein" has been a prompt emotion in tasha's relationship. So, this time the update is dutta's narration, interesting….I thought that only initial two is going to be in first person, but now seems that the whole FF will be following this pattern, congratulations for attempting something new and different and till now being successful in it. Though I wonder who among the two will be narrating the SR episode. You'll be keeping the SR in the ff na *puppy face* lol

Opening scene..muah! a neend se jaaga, disheveled hairs waala dutta,😍 the actions followed after he woke, like scanning the shattered room and symbolizing it with his life, even when he popped in the asprin…..smart move, very subtly it prepared me as a reader for the coming misdeeds he's gonna commit, even when I'll feel that he's being harsh, this particular sequences will remind me of his pov behind those misdeeds. (our biggest sauten is gonna get harsh treatment….gee I'm so excited😈😆)

Loved the mini eye lock (best thing about tasha, they don't have 'never ending eye lock sessions') he noticed the calmness of her eyes unlike his…good, but you know, what was the best part, he sensed that her eyes "TRIED" to appear calm and unaffected, he managed to read her eyes so perfectly in a time span of a second or two, kaun gadhi kehti hai that he has been unattentive towards her..lol.

Okay, so he blames sups and her for all the havoc he's being been through! Justified, still, I believe that his prejudice towards naku is not solemnly because she's sups sister, more than that her forced presence in his life being the reason for the hatred. (Sorry, but when it comes to him, I biased, can't help defending him😳).

OMG, look at her, she has partial amnesia or what? Don't she remember under which circumstances they got married, here she's acting so wifey wifey using his towel?😲 I loved the way he got back the towel by pulling it from her hairs, though it was an angry gesture, it had that little, very little essence of those "newly wed's romance" The sequences where she corrects the "Aye ladki" reminding him her name (that too twice)……it's remarkable!! This time DSP has a tough competition. (Though I wonder if any girl would mind him addressing her "aye ladki" he sounds so chauvinistically sexy while doing so!☺️)

BEST thing about this dutta of your ff, he's always eager to spend bucks on shopping.😆 No, seriously, why I raised this point is because I'm finding it really interesting, how dutta is being confused about naku, whether she's materialistic or not, I hope this track is a little lengthy one. I loved the look you have prescribed for naku, simple elegant and beautiful, typical naku and typical rosie too!

Look at this man, you say you don't care for her, and here you are noticing even the bells of her duppatta..lol and it doesn't ends here, DSP is wondering why his wife took a shower when only a change was need, ye toh gaya kaam se!

All the parts where he's giving cold shoulders are up to the mark! Four things which I loved to the core and which deserves a special mention are:

Where naku gathered the broken glass piece, though he was angry and didn't appreciated the kind gesture, but later he'll realize that finally that someone who'll weed off all the negativity from his life!

Where he saw her image in the broken mirror, had this scene visualized, on screen, it would have been a beauty, dutta's heart symbolizing the shattered mirror, and naku giving a knock at it!

Where he kicked sups's picture, thand par gayi dil mein!

As usual the end note, where he accepts that how much he would have loved to admire her and how helpless he is to dislike her, and then the unwanted and undesired part, felt really bad for both of them!

Thank you for a yet another wonderful installment

Waiting for the next❤️

Rose nice ud , once again nakku at the receiving end of dutta's anger. i think dutta will fall for nakku soon. it will be harder for her since she is going to have to put up with a lot of his attitude towards her also she is mourning her unrequited love although he is too but imo he will realise that supria isn't worthstaying angry over! oh, well we shall have to wait and see,where rose is going to take us this time what is nakku'sPOV coming monday! also she has a really caring nature,she doesn't want to see him hurt physicaly or mentaly.

thanks sonee for the siggie

Chapter 4 : Faasle Darmiyaan

Ever since I had a word with him that night, won't say a proper conversation, it was more of an outburst from his side which was much needed, things between us calmed down a bit. It didn't take me long to realize how much he hated my presence so I would avoid as much as possible coming before him. Most of the time would get spent in reading newspapers or my books of the last semester and that too not in front of him, if he'd came in the room and find me sitting near the window, then I would step out in the balcony silently and if he'd wish to have some fresh air then I would go to the room giving him his much desired space. In one day he showed me how possessive he was about his every little thing and didn't appreciate my even touching them, so I did just what he wanted, wouldn't do the routine chores that a normal wife does for her husband, for instance taking out clothes for him in the morning along with his other important things like wallet, watch etc. if I'd find his things scattered around then I would quietly keep them on the table where he could spot them easily. He wished to stay away from me and I was absolutely fine with it, even I wasn't interested in entering his private domain. Both of us shared the same room but still were complete strangers for each other yet pretty content with the way things were turning up. Until and unless it became inevitable words were not exchanged between us, not just words even glances were not exchanged. Both preferred to live in their own world, turning a blind eye to the existence of the other.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into a month but nothing changed between us, if staying aloof, breathing in the same air which he did but separately, spending the days alone watching outside the window, everybody leading a normal life and nights waiting for him to come back home drunk and not to forget having all the meals in isolation,( yes we never shared a meal together) meant living then I was very much alive. The deep and prolonged silence in our relationship was definitely better than the sound of breaking glasses and whiskey bottles.

I pulled the thread through the handkerchief and gazed at the pattern that I was stitching, apart from reading, handmade embroidery relaxed me a lot. A faint smile spread on my lips on seeing the letter M, madhu, simple and sweet person who would go out of her way to make me feel comfortable, though usually remained busy with her oil painting but still was always there for me, not only she but even AS and Baaji were always warm and nice to me," he indeed has a small and loving family though emotions are hardly expressed but still they can be felt, at least I can, not sure about him because he always likes to stay quiet and recluse." I told myself. There was an invisible glass wall between him and the rest of the family, through which they could easily see each other but couldn't reach out to him, probably he didn't want them to approach him or maybe even if they tried to his powerful cold aura didn't allow them to do so, whatever the reason maybe one thing that couldn't be overlooked was that he was a loner in spite of being with his family.

I sighed deeply and gazed at the wall clock it was past 12 and he had still not returned, either he would drown himself in his work or in alcohol. I continued to stitch different patterns for the remaining family members when all of a sudden the door opened and he came in carrying his trademark whiskey bottle, I shook my head and stood up gathering my things, with my eyes downcast I saw him walking slowly, his walk was steady, maybe he wasn't drunk tonight. He removed his waist coat and then took out his kurta, a sharp groan escaped his lips, I lifted my gaze hurriedly and was aghast to see a long deep cut on his back. For a moment my eyes were fixed on his back in disbelief, slowly my hand came up to cover my open mouth, I rushed to him and asked," sahab yeh kya hua?" he sat on the bed and looked at me through the mirror, wrinkling his nose he replied harshly," dutta shriram ki patni hai..in sab cheezon ki aadat daal le." Saying so he lifted the whiskey bottle and to my surprise poured it over his shoulder, the alcohol flowed down reaching his back, he squeezed his eyes tightly as the liquid stung his wound, my face creased on seeing him in pain and I held his hand to stop him from pouring more but he jerked my hand back and warned," peeche hatt." I moved back hearing him roar and ran out of the room.

Reaching the kitchen I found Baaji having water and asked him worriedly," sahab.. sahab ko itni kaise lag gayi?" he shook his head and replied proudly," kuch kamin**y patil vadi mein drugs ka dhandha kar rahe the…bhau ne bhi aisa dhoya unko ..yaad rekehnge." Surely he must have beaten the drug peddlers black and blue and got wounded in the process but couldn't they visit a doctor before coming back home? If he didn't bother then at least Baaji could have taken him there," sahab ko itni chot lagi hai ..tu unko doctor ke nahin leke jaa sakta tha?" I asked while making a turmeric powder paste, he scratched the back of his neck and replied with a grin on his face," bhau itni choti moti baaton ke liye doctor ke pass nahin jaata." His friend was so deeply hurt and instead of getting him treated he was supporting his mindless habit of not visiting the doctor for such injuries? Annoyed and surprised with his reply I left the kitchen, on the way back my gaze fell on some basil (tulsi) leaves kept for puja, picking some I crushed them with my hand and mixed with the turmeric paste. In the room he was struggling to cover the wound with a piece of cotton, I stood behind him and removed the cotton, his head shot up instantly and he growled," yeh kya.." before he could scold me further I interrupted and said sternly," sahab bus paanch minute ke liye shaant ho jao ..phir jitna gussa karna hai kar lena." His eyes glared at me in protest through the mirror but I lowered mine and started applying the paste on his cut carefully, he hissed in pain, the paste stung him but still it was far better than that alcohol, I bit my lower lip seeing the long and deep cut, why was he so careless when it came to protecting his own life? I wondered, My eyes travelled up and noticed that his neck was also bruised, I inched forward and stood before him, he raised his eyes and glanced at my hand, hesitantly approaching him, my fingers touched his neck gingerly, he moved back slightly in response, my eyes shifted from his wound to meet his dark intense ones, my heart thudded loudly inside my chest, gulping the lump in my throat I moved my hand one more time and applied the paste on his neck, without dropping my eyes and surrendering before his sharp gaze.

The clouds thundered and lightning struck hard outside thereby breaking our eye lock, he smirked seeing me startle, lowering my head I walked towards the open window when I heard him ask," kya hua ..dar gayi bijli se? tujhe baarish pasand nahin?" thundering of clouds and rain reminded me of my dreadful past, there was a time when I enjoyed rain but not anymore, gazing out I replied bitterly," nafrat..nafrat karti hoon baarish se." HATE, a very strong emotion but that's what I felt about the rain. He chuckled and said," chal kuch toh hai jo humdono ko napasand hai." He was glad that there was something common between us, if our likes didn't match then at least our dislikes matched somewhere. I lifted my hands and closed the window then turned around leaning against it, I coiled the edge of my dupatta around my forefinger and watched him silently as the bells hanging from the dupatta tingled. He brought the bottle to his lips and throwing his head back drank the liquid and said," aise hi baarish ho rahi thi ..jab pehli baar maine supriya ko dekha..andhera tha..uska asli chehra dekh nahin paaya." He shook his head in defeat, blaming himself for falling for the wrong girl that evening. I often thought, what hurt him more? tai's not loving him back or her leaving him stranded on the wedding day? Hardly afraid to open my mouth in front of him I asked," sahab apko kis baat ka gussa hai..tai ko pyar karne ka? Ya uska apko chod dene ka?" his head shot up at once and his eyes once again glared at me threatening for being so blunt and outspoken, probably my questions made him forcefully face the reality which he always tried to shy away from. Seeing me not getting disturbed by his angry glares, his eyes softened a bit and he dropped his gaze," agar sach bata deti ..toh main sapne hi nahin dekhta..mera mazaak nahin banta..aur dard shayad kam hota." I nodded my head, so I was right, it was tai's betrayal that hurt him and his ego more, had she refused his proposal in the beginning itself he would have been less hurt, he had the capacity to deal with rejection but she played with his feelings which he couldn't tolerate. I looked at him as he continued to immerse his sorrows in alcohol," sahab…sharab kisi dard ki dawa nahin..dard ko jitna bardasht karo uska ehsaas utna hi kam ho jata hai." I didn't know why but it pained me to see him punishing himself for no fault of his, every night he drank hoping that he would feel better later but did it really help him? Did it lessen his frustration? No, then why was he ruining his life for someone who didn't care for him? I picked up my sewing kit and handkerchiefs and opened the cupboard to keep them. My hands stopped in the middle when I heard him question," main toh phirbhi sharab pee kar kuch waqt ke liye apna dard kam kar leta hoon..par tu? Tu toh kabse bardasht kar rahi hai..phir teri ankhon mein dard kam kyun nahin hota?" I turned around and looked at him in surprise, I always believed that he was oblivious to what I was going through and maybe he even found pleasure on seeing me distressed, but no, he did notice the loneliness in my lifeless eyes, we both were suffering in our lives, the only difference being that he made it quite apparent whereas I didn't. His eyes hovered around my face demanding an answer to his question, I sighed deeply and said," main khana lati hai." My pain and grief solely belonged to me, which I didn't wish to share with anybody not even him.

Minutes later I came back with a tray carrying two dinner plates, yes I wouldn't have food before him not because I was in anyway emotionally attached to him nor did I intend to get into his good books, it's simply because of the way I had been brought up, since childhood I had seen aayi waiting for baba to have his meal first, she would do it out of love and care whereas I was doing it as one of the marital duties bestowed on my shoulders. After laying down his plate I picked up mine and left the room, had it not been raining I would have gone to the balcony, that's what I usually did when he came back home late at night. He would drink, put a few morsels down his throat and then doze off unaware that someone would be watching him closely behind the curtains, waiting for him to sleep so that his legs could be placed properly on the bed and comforter pulled up covering him securely. I peeped inside the room, he was struggling to have rice and dal, I asked hesitantly," main ..madad .." before I could complete my sentence he raised his palm in the air, stopping me, I knew he would react like this, taking someone's help was just not him. I shook my head and turned around walking aimlessly in the porch, stopping midway I looked down at the hall and dining table, a place where we sat together just once and that too only for a brief moment, if he'd be having any meal of the day with the family then I would prefer to stay in the kitchen till he'd be done with and if he'd have any plans of eating out and madhu or anybody else had prior information of it then I would join the rest of the family at the dining table. I didn't have the right to call on his cell and know about his whereabouts, in fact I didn't even have his number. My eyes began to get heavy, one more time I glanced inside, this time he was sprawled on the huge bed by lying on his stomach , I tiptoed inside the room, then carefully lifted his falling head and placed it on the pillow, pursing my lips I wondered," why? Why tai? Why did you do this to him?" like always there was no one to answer me, I covered him with the comforter and walked to the couch, after lighting the lamp I flopped into the couch.

As per daily routine the next morning I brought in his breakfast tray, just like I wouldn't eat with him, I wouldn't cook for him as well, the very next day of our marriage he had clearly showed how much he disliked food made by me, so the cooks did the chores and I'd just make sure that the food was as per his taste. If one out of three dishes would be prepared by me then the one which was cooked by me wouldn't be offered to him. I didn't wish to force anything on him. He was trying to wear his favourite black kurta, his eyes squeezed a bit because of pain, the wound on his back was still a bit fresh, knowing well that he would not accept my suggestion even then I suggested," sahab ghaav theekh se bhara nahin hai..apko doctor ko dikha dena chaiye." With his back facing me he stared at my reflection in the mirror and replied coldly wearing his overcoat," koi zaroorat nahin hai." Making him understand the simplest of things is more than a difficult task for people around him. Disappointed, I left the room after keeping the tray, there was no point in arguing with him, he wouldn't listen.

The day went by doing the normal daily chores, cooking, reading, stitching etc. AS wasn't feeling well and wished to have something light for dinner, I thought of making khichdi for her so stood on the stool to take out the necessary ingredients from the upper shelf, god knows what had gotten into me that I decided to pick both the heavy jars containing rice and lentils together, as a result was about to trip when I heard him call out," NAKKU ! " thereafter I couldn't balance myself and fell down, he was there by my side in a flash and asked with concern filled eyes," tu theekh toh hai?" I frowned and looked back at him, what was it that had made me actually fall, the heavy jars or his taking my name for the first time ever since we got married? Seeing him look down at me waiting for an answer, I nodded my head in a daze, "theekh hoon." My back was hurting badly, rice and lentils were all over me, the kitchen was in a complete mess, I had no clue as to what had happened just a while back, totally in a state of shock, still I guess I was fine. He shook his head and went out, I stood up gazing at the floor then slapped my forehead, how clumsy could I be? I wondered.

His deep intense voice resonated in my ears as I combed my wet hair with my fingers sitting before the dressing table. It felt different to hear my name from his lips, I closed my eyes and his worried face flashed before me. My heart still raced rapidly as his voice continued to echo in my ears, getting irritated by myself I opened my eyes and saw him entering the room. I turned around immediately on noticing his bruised neck swollen a bit, few hours back he looked fine or did I fail to take notice?," sahab ..apki gardan(neck) mein toh sujan hai." He is so careless, I thought while standing up and went close to him and found that even the cut was bleeding slightly, creasing my forehead I said," thoda khoon bhi nikal raha hai." I opened the cupboard hurriedly to take out cotton but it had finished, I grabbed the embroidered handkerchief which came in my hand and went back to him and pressed the wound slightly with it," sahab main barf (ice pack) lati hai ..sujan kam karne ke liye." To my surprise he didn't protest and cleaned the cut with the handkerchief, before he changed his mind I rushed out to get the ice pack for his swollen neck. But when I came back, I found the handkerchief thrown on the floor, I narrowed my eyes as my gaze travelled from the letter S embroidered on it to his furious face," mujhe supriya ki koi bhi cheez nahin chaiye." Annoyed with his outburst, I silently handed him the ice pack and turned to leave, stopping at the door, I looked over my shoulder and replied," mere liye S se supriya nahin Sahab shuru hota hai." That handkerchief was not for supriya tai but him, if he wished to live in his past forever then I could hardly do anything about it.

Moving on in life is not easy, even I had not moved on , was still standing where I did more than a month back, but unlike him if I hadn't taken a step forward then I hadn't taken a step back either. He failed to acknowledge that what tai had done to him, had affected not only his but my life too.

I wanted to say," now no matter how much we distance from each other, our lives are closely connected. It is not only about your incomplete story but mine too."

Originally posted by: Yuvika_15

Finally got a chance to read the update... gr8 update...felt sori 4 naku throughout...i guess its not going to be an easy journey for her... who was her love btw? one thing i like about naku is definitely her courage which she shows along with respect at the same time...like she had her eyes lowered out of possibly respect/fear yet showed her courage by correcting her name not once but twice... ders defo so much abt her thts so unknown 2 dutta...he wil need 2 explore the person he's married on a deeper level, but 4 tht he has 2 stop lukin @ her as "sups" sis and luk @ her as naku...jus naku...i guess it wil take time 4 him 2 understand tht she's the opposite of sups...while sups likes expensive stuff etc, naku's mre grounded 2 simple things...evn the description of the type of outfits she wears reflects a lot on hw she doesnt believe in the "showing" part of dressing up... i reali like naku's character in this ff...bt theres stil so much 2 discover abt her...i wud hav liked 2 c dutta dress her wound bt i guess its too early...wil b interesting 2 c hw they fall in love