I am Roshni, I am new here. This is my 1st story for MEET forum though I have been writing for long, I have written stories for YUDKBH and KUDCA before. Hopefully you'll will like it.
This is my take on what should happen once Papaji is out of the jail and the truth about Meety's father's murder is out.
LET GO- MEET OS
"Pata hai mujhe yeh tohpa hua rishta tha, lekin socha tha ki dheere dheere samjhenge aur apnayenge ek duje ko... Par kya pata tha ki tujhe pyaar toh hoga par bharosa nahi?"
My voice echoed in the house.... This is the very place which was my home but no more. It was a building of bricks, there was no relations that bound me to here. Choking from within, I questioned a very minimal thing to my husband, rather my ex-husband. I was going to put him behind my back and walk my life alone now... After all I was just a door mat for the people here.
"Meet... Meet... I am sorry" He pleaded with tears brimming his eyes.
"Teri sorry ka kya mein achaar dalu? Kitne kasme vaade kiye the tune ki bharosa karega aur saath dega lekin ek baar bhi nahi kiya... Aur main toh yahi umeed mein thi ki ek baar galti samajhke dusri baar nahi karega.... Lekin main hi pagal thi, yeh sochne ke liye... " I exclaimed with my shaky voice. I could see eyes with tears around begging me to stay yet I turned and stepped across the threshold.
"Meet!" His hands inched forward and held mine.... Stopping me.
"Janta hu ki galti hui hai lekin maafi bhi toh maang raha hu... Janta hu bharosa thoda hai par... Par.."
"Tune galti nahi ki... Dil todha hai mera... Maine iss rishte se kuch chaha tak nahi tha... Lekin tune itne saare vaade kiye ki mujhe bhi umeed di... Uss umeed ko toh tune chur chur kar diya... Aur saath hi humare pyaar par bhi sawaal uthaya... "
I held back the tears, they need not roll off right now. I cannot make myself vulnerable, it has taken a ton of courage to even think of breaking off from him.... The only person I had wholeheartedly loved.
"Meet.. Usi ke liye toh maafi maang raha hu... Kya karu mein jisse hum phirse pehle jaise ho jaaye?" He questioned as he pleaded.
"Chod de mujhe.... Jab main uss din ghar aayi thi tab toh mujhe dakke maarkar bahar phek raha tha na... Abhi main khud jaa rahi hu!"
"Meet.... Kyu kar rahi ho aise? Kya mera pyaar tumhare kiye kaafi nahi hai?"
"Rishte naa sirf pyaar se nahi bante... Vishwas se banta hai... Aur uska tukda tukda kar diya tune... Aur chahe bhi toh nahi judega woh!"
"Nahi Meet... Hum jodenge use... Humare pyaar se jodenge! Lekin tum ruk jao... Main vada karta hu ki main humesha tumpe bharosa karunga.... "
"Ek aur vaada! Bas hogaya Meet! Kitne saare vaade kiye the? Nibhaya tha kya? Nahi! Aur rahi baat pyaar se phirse jodne ki toh bata du ki ussi pyaar pe tune sawaal utaya tha!"
I remember that day crystal clear... It was two days after papaji was arrested in the crime he did not commit. He had barged into the room and pushed me against the wall... And locked me. His eyes we're those of questions...
"Uss raat...tumne... Woh sab... Kyu kiya?" His piercing stare with his rough tone questioned.
"Kyu matlab.... Pyaar karte hai hum dono... Isiliye"
"Juth! Bilkul juth... Mujhe fasaya aur woh pendrive uta liya haina?" The strong hold hurt me, but what hurt me more was him questioning those moments we spent together. They were special moments that we had in his low time but never did it occur to me to use it against him.
I couldn't believe my ears... How I wish I did not hear these words! Surely, this coming from his mouth hit me hard, he was not only questioning my actions but also the love we shared.
"Agar tujhe lagta hai ki maine tera fayada utaya hai toh iss rishte ko nibhane ka koi matlab hi nahi hai... Behtar hoga ki hum dono alag alag ho jaaye.... " I spoke while blinking off that little bit of tear.
"Nahi Meet... Aise nahi ho sakta... Tumhare bina main kya karunga? Pyaar toh tumse kiya hai... Aur pyaar dikhana bhi chahta hu..." He pleaded.
"Pyaar pe sawal utake tune woh haq bhi koh diya..."
I walked out with tears rolling down my face but I knew I can't stay here and crush myself... I knew I was going to miss my dauduram but I just can't let this go....
Is it always my fault? Is it always me who had to face all the tests in this house? Should the fingers always point at me? How many times should I gulp down the humiliation?
Some questions were going to be unanswered. But I want an answer for one question... Wasn't my love enough for our relationship?
Months later, I still miss him.... Miss the bond we shared but I was moving on. Moving out of Chandigarh was the first step out of this mess, thankfully I had got a transfer in the right time.
Serving people in the same uniform as my father, surely was a dream come true.
I did hold on to the old memories, of us... But I made new ones... Those of happiness... That I got by helping people... By protecting them.... By following my fathers footsteps... Rightfully so I have become SI Meet Hooda.
Welcoming all the chappals and tamatars.
Arjun
Cricket
Indian Mythology
