So I just randomly thought about this which has got one or two more parts. Departed Souls made me mentally weak now and I am having some bad dreams. So, for now, I have changed my direction to this so that I can get over it easily. Don't worry; I'll update the FF too, but sometime later. ;) ;)
Happy Reading! :D :D
Dark Bedouin
I walked through the lanes of a lone street, secluding myself from everyone around me. It was a day now and I haven't gone back to the mansion; it's just that I don't want to. I don't see anything welcoming in the mansion. Not anymore. Walking along this loneliness gave me a strange feel that the mansion did not give. It was the pain. It's not that I haven't faced painful incidents in the mansion. But it was not much impacting than this feel. There were days when we were best friends, sharing our happiness and grieves with equal importance. I don't find those days anymore, save for the sweet, soft memories. The trees slowly pirouetted along, providing a shoulder for my ache as I slowly sauntered along, the main road now visible to me. It's the same old: traffic, traffic and traffic. Wee hours at the night and I am seeing lights and hearing numerous horns, in different decibels and sound. I checked my watch: It was 11.30 p.m. Should I go back home? No. Why should I? Who would be waiting for me, anyway?
I now sat down on an almost broken bench which was at the end of the road when I buried my face into my hands. How will I ever convince her? Who'll ever believe what I saw the other day? Endless thoughts gambled my peacefulness and now, I am on the losing side. No, I shouldn't accept my defeat. I have to somehow reveal it to her. Getting up, I caught my tummy in discomfort when I realised that I am yet to have my breakfast. I quickly walked aside to the mansion again, this time making sure that she would believe me.
I sneaked into the mansion slowly, making sure that no one saw me. Well, even if they, I won't answer them. What was wrong if I broke the engagement ties between both of them? He wasn't good and it was my duty to safeguard her. But all I got was brutal, merciless words from everyone, for that matter, even Mota Babuji did it. What did I do to be called as a manipulative maniac?
Taking two rotis, I walked through the corridors of the hall, searching for her, simultaneously munching them in bad hunger. From a distance, I now heard muffled sounds of tears when I turned towards the store-room. It should be her. I stormed into the room without her permission when she looked at me aghast with her fierce, red swollen eyes as my tranquil ones met hers.
"Why did you come here?" she asked me in a reprimanding fashion when I replied hastily, "To have a look at you. Look, Ishani, I have to set things al-"
"Who are you to do it?" she looked at me with her eyes agape as I retorted, "Who? Ishani! It's me, I am your Ranveer!"
"I don't want you, Ranveer. Please, go away of me," each of her words pierced into my heart brutally. Never has she ever told these words to me. For her, it was now her love which mattered more than her childhood and only friend. Well, they say, love changes you. And yes, she did.
"Ishani let me explain," I exclaimed, "Chirag is not the guy for you!"
"And why?" her voice was as cold as the ice when I continued, "Ishani, I saw him making out with another girl! Why don't you understand?"
"Oh, really? What did he do?"
"Ish- I, I cannot say such stuff to you. But trust me; he's not the guy for you. He is a cheat! A pervert! A philanderer!" I tried to use whatever adjectives I knew when she interrupted, "Oh, just stop it here, Ranveer! This is going overboard!"
"What?" I asked, my mouth agape, just like how her eyes were, a few minutes ago. Such a transformation from her was unexpected.
"I know your intentions," she folded her hands in distress and I just looked on. What should I infer? Thank God, she continued.
"Your Baba told me everything," she said almost to herself even though I heard them. Gosh, I am dead now. I did not know of how to react now. What did he say?
"About what?" I asked her, simply.
"You loved me, right?" her voice was stony when my heart missed a beat. What did she just say? Did Baba say this? What should I answer now? She is not going to believe me. Not anymore.
"Well, the thing is..." I dragged and she caught me lying.
"Yes or no?" she looked at me in sternly when I stuttered, "Ye-ye-yes. I did and I still do."
"Aren't you ashamed?" she asked me without wasting a millisecond when my heart thumped irregularly. My teary eyes obstructed my view when I wiped them and said, my voice choking, "Why should I? Can't a servant love?"
"And you broke this engagement for your own benefit, right?"
No. This wasn't true at all. My love wasn't to conquer her. I braved my tears and answered back, my voice now completely puny, "Ishani, you mistook my love. I have loved you since the first day I saw you. My love wasn't to attain you and I never wanted to marry or confess it you just because of our social differences. I wanted to become a respectable man and then ask for your hand. But trust me, I never wanted to attain you or your property," I tried to explain to my fullest. Talking was now the most difficult task for me. My tears never stopped but only increased in intensity when I realised that my eyes were also red like hers now.
She quickly approached me and caught my collar saying, "You perverted cheapo! I have never seen such a disgusting guy in my entire life. How do you expect me to love you, Ranveer? How can you even imagine me and you, together? You are good for nothing, Ranveer," she pushed me away, her voice at the topmost level when I saw her anger for the first time.
"Ishani...please, don't say that," I came forward when she remarked, "Don't come near me, you unfaithful servant," she said, her voice now reaching to the coldest when I stood still, hearing the last few words uttered by her. Unfaithful servant. Fourteen years now and this was the tag I earned. How can she forget everything and say blandly? Was I looking that bad? Don't servants too have feelings?
Was she the one who retorted when everyone called me a servant? Was she the one who hugged me when I cried? Was she the one who stood beside me when everyone insulted me? Everything seemed strange today. The atmosphere turned sultry and hot, the air slapping our cheeks when I looked at her eyes and said plainly, "Ishani, mind your language."
"Why should I?" she caught hold of my collar again and shouted, "You bloody jerk! How can you call my Chirag a womaniser?" I have never seen this change in her. What was so much in Chirag that she finds me unfaithful now? Where was I ever unfaithful to her? Why can't she even think before talking such harsh, brutal words? She once again pushed me before I spoke.
"Ishani! What's wrong with you?" I asked, "Can't you see through things? Why can't you trust me?"
"Because I hate you, Ranveer Vaghela! I hate you more than anyone in this world!" My heart sunk hearing those words from her. I never wanted this to happen. I thought she would at least consider me as her friend, if not her love. But none can happen now. How will I ever give her the assurance?
"Get lost, you lurch! Don't look at my face!"
"Goodbye, Ishani. I will never come back in your life. Ever," my words were bland and dry, without any emotion felt. Well, when everything's dead, how will the words have them?
"Don't come back, you coward! Don't ever come back! Not too far, you'll see both of us married and happy with kids and you'll remain the same!" she cursed me. I never cared. I cared for nothing today; be it Ishani or life. She is now changed. This is not the same Ishani I knew.
Dear Cupid, next time, hit both of us, at the same time.
I will never return back to this mansion. I can easily convince Baba and Maa. Money- That's what I should make now. Hearts don't have value in this world. The worst decision in my life was to love her. This is not the same Ishani. My Ishani is dead and she will never return. Gushing tears and the intense will power is my strength now.
One sided love is equal to suicide. This is my life lesson.
Done! Constructive Criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for typos :D :D
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
