SS: Bewafa THE END pg62 - Page 15

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Originally posted by: Arias

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Scottie, Baby

Lazing around in my hospital bed, I fly back to the good days. When I was not shameful and she was not cold. I remember the eventful night of our first date.

Dressed in a slick black pant suit, fabric dark enough to find its place in a coffin, she walked out of her ancient apartment. Sharp pencil heels made a signature sound as she bolted down the corridor blinding onlookers with her metallic belt. Her hair parted right in the middle and a letterbox red on the lips; a fairy had landed right from the Haute Couture runway.

"I am dancing with the Devil tonight", I kissed her hand.

"Say something?"

"Nothing. You look beautiful".

"So do you", she ruffled my perked hairs, claiming her possession even before we got in the car.

I followed her like a moth to the lamp. She took the lead at the reservations, some fancy raw food bar. I could not pay any less attention to the setting. I was busy exploring the hills and valleys of her back; the way that bone structure..

"Scottie, baby. What are you doing here?"

A middle aged man abruptly took her out of my hands and kissed her like they were long lost friends.

"Daddy", she managed to speak still tightly clasped in his grip. "Daddy, I am on a date".

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"Who do we have here? Hello young man".

A doctor makes his appearance carrying my chart in one hand and a pair of reading glasses in the other.

"Rish..where is Scottie? Why didn't she tell me?"

I am blindsided, foot in mouth. I have no words to explain this complication and he is patiently waiting for a response. His words from our first meeting are ringing in my head:

"Listen to me. I love my daughter. If it were up to me, I would cushion her path with rose petals. I would pick her up in my hands before she fell. But, I can't. She is her own woman and she will make her own mistakes. I don't you to be one of them. My Scottie is a hell of a person; treat her with the utmost respect".

"Yes sir. I will think of this night every day I am with her", I had responded with sheer pride and confidence; like I knew I would live up to my word. Did I, is a shaming question. I am disgusted in my own skin. I feel reptiles and rodents crawling underneath my veins reminding me of my cruelty and a broken promise.

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"Rishabh are you there?"

"Haan yes".

By now, he is checking my vitals and mumbling some physician jargon to the nurse. Suddenly, he signals the staff to leave and turns to me. He takes my hand in his and speaks heart to heart:

"Look, I am saying this not as your physician but as family. I don't know what you are going through but, I know my Scottie will fix it".

Madhu is hiding from Malik? I should have known. I am a bas***d child.

"You have so many reasons to live. It's not all about you anymore. There is Scottie and there is your child".

A child? Madhu...I feel numb. Joyous and numb. Guilty and numb. Beastly and numb. Disgusted and numb. I am now responsible for the destruction of three lives; an unborn one included. I do not deserve happiness.

"My child?" I pull my father in law into an embrace relieving my sorrows even if for the numbered moments he remains oblivious.