Ankita-Naren FF~Love will find a way! Ch1 on Page2

He sat, on the sofa seat, staring at the portrait in front of him. Gulping another glass of alcohol, he leaned back in the sofa seat, inhaling sharply. His eyes red and puffy, he looked as if he had cried a lot. The portrait in front of him was the only source of light in the darkness surrounding him. Wiping the stray tear off his cheek, his mind replayed all the thoughts that are stabbing his heart like poisoned knives.

"Somebody help me! This door isn't opening!"

"Main Ahaana ko bacha nahi paya, I couldn't save her Mom! She died Mom, I lost my love, I lost her Mom!"

"Naren Sir, mera naam Ankita hai, Ahaana nahi. Aap kyon mujhe baar baar Ahaana keh kar bulate hain?"

"Ahaana, you are alive, tum thik ho? Woh accident, main..tumm..I thought I lost you Ahaana!"

"Hamaari shaadi, jin halation mein hui, maine kabhi nahi socha thha ki main aapse yeh kahungi..I Love You Naren sir, I love you a lot!"

"I love you Ahaana, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye, main hamesha tumhaare saath rahunga, hamesha tumhaara saath doonga!"

"Tum..tum meri Ahaana nahi ho, meri Ahaana toh woh hai, tum nahi! You are a cheat, a fraud! I hate you!"

"Naren Sir please, main aapse bohot pyaar karti hoon, Naren Sir! Meri baat toh suniye..please!"

"Kamaal hai na Naren, jis ladki se tu pyaar karta hai, uss teri zara bhi fikar nahi hai. Arre woh zinda thhi, tab bhi tujhe akela chod gayi, she made you feel guilty and think that she was dead. Aurr ek woh ladki hai, jo tujhse pagalon ki tarah pyaar karti hai, tere liye marne tak ko tayaar hai, aurr tujhe uski zara si bhi fikar nahi!"

"Ankita kabhi galat thhi hi nahi. I made a mistake Naren, I made her wed you. Yehi meri life ki sabse badi galati hai!"

"Tum chahe hi kehte raho, kit um Ahaana se pyaar karte ho but believe me Naren, jo pyaar maine tumhaari aankhon mein dekha hai na, woh Ahaana yah Pari ke liye nahi, sirf aurr sirf Ankita ke liye. Tum chahe khud se jhoot bolte raho, but sachai ko jhutla nahi sakte! You love Ankita, and only Ankita!"

"Bohot galat kiya tumne Naren. Uss ladki ko khud se door kar liya, jiski duniya tum ho. Ankita ke liye, tum sirf uska pyaar hi nahi, uska junoon, uska sansaar ho. Main dekha hai usse, tumhaare liye usne saari hadein paar kar di. Mark my words Naren, you'll repent!"

"Aap mujhse jitni chaahe utni nafrat kijiye, par aapke liye mera pyaar kabhi kam nahi hoga!"

"Waqt aurr halat badal chuke hain sir, aurr main bhi. Aapke liye mera pyaar nahi badla, but ab uss pyaar ko nibhane ki himmat nahi hai mujhme!"

"Maine tumse kaha thha na, ki ek din aisa aayega, jab tumhe uski zaroorat hogi, aurr woh na toh tumhaare saath hogi, aurr na hi tumhaare paas."

"Aaarrrggghhh..." he cried throwing the glass, hard against the floor. The glass shattered into pieces that made him realize that even his life is shattered just like that glass. He was so much drunk, that he could hardly stand properly.

Moving close to the portrait, the portrait of the beautiful lady that made his life heaven and he made her life hell! The smile on her face, made his eyes shine with emotions, his lips curve into a smile, his hands moved on her portrait, as if caressing her cheeks. His fingers lingered up-on her lips, her smiling lips.

"Kitni ajeeb baat hai na Ankita!" he said, caressing the portrait, as if talking to her.

"Jab tum chahti thhi, ki main tumhe "I Love You" kahoon, tab main kehna nahi chahta thha, aurr aaj jab main tumse apne dil ki baat kehna chahta hoon, apne pyaar ka izhaar karna chahta hoon, tab tum sunna nahi chahti." He laughed a self-agonizing laugh.

"Meri zindagi, mera ishq, mera junoon, mera pyaar, sab tum ho Ankita. Jab tumhe meri zaroorat thhi, tab main tumhaare saath nahi thha! What a lover, I am!"

"Well done, Naren Karmarkar! You very successfully destroyed the love of your life! You very successfully destroyed the one and only girl, who loved you the most in the world, well done!" and he laughed, painfully, humourlessly and agonizingly.

Unknown to Naren, two pairs of eyes, watched him, as he cried, cried at the loss of his beloved wife, his love, his life..Ankita Naren Karmarkar.

"Vakra-Tunndda Maha-Kaaya Surya-Kotti Samaprabha

Nirvighnam Kuru Me Deva Sarva-Kaaryessu Sarvadaa" Ankita offered her prayers to Lord Ganesha, touching Lord Ganesha's idol, Ankita then, took some vermillion from the idol's feet and applied it in her hair partition. Dressed in a baby pink colored saree, she looked beautifully.

"Punya..Sanam..wake up!" yelled Ankita, making her way towards the kitchen.

"Yeh lijiye Di, Prasad." Ankita offered prasad to a lady, dressed in a white and red colored saree, and was making breakfast.

"Thanks Ankita." the lady replied, taking the prasad Ankita offered. "Waise bacche uth gaye kya? Aaj maine unki sabhi favourite dishes banayi hai! Ab birthday hai to khatirdaari toh banti hai na!" smiled the lady and chuckled Ankita.

"Sangeeta Di, aap bhi na! Aap hi ne unhe bigada hai, ab dekhiye na, subah ke 9 baj rahe hain and dono abhi tak so rahe hain." mocked complained Ankita.

"Oh phuleez..maine unhe bigada vigada nahi hai! Tum jaanti ho, yeh unki aadat hai, ki woh neend se jaagne ke baad humesha tumhaara, apni Mom ka chehra sabse pehle dekhna chahte hain. Ab jao, uthao unhe!" Sangeeta replied shaking her head.

Smiling sheepishly, Ankita ran upstairs towards her kids room, her son Punya and daughter Sanam. Though they are only 6 years old but they act like they are 16 years old. Entering the room, she saw her two angels sleeping holding each other's hands.

"Punya, Sanam, baby uth jao, don't you want to check out your gifts?" asked Ankita softly, caressing her children's hairs.

Both of them opened their eyes at the same moment, "Good morning Mom!" they both chirped in unison.

"Good Morning bacchas and wish you both a very very happy birthday!" replied Ankita, ruffling Punya and Sanam's hair.

While Sanam didn't argue at that, Punya huffed and said, "MOM..not my hair please!" he whined.

"Aawwiiee...mere baby Punnu ko bura laga?" said Ankita ruffling Punya's hair again.

"MOM...don't call me Punnu, it's so wacky." Punya whined again.

"Aren't you my Punnu?" pouted Ankita, pulling Sanam in her lap.

"Bro, don't make Mommy sad, that's bad!" Sanam added, in a strict tone.

"Fine, don't give me that faces!" Punya exclaimed and moved to hug Ankita and then kiss her cheek, before getting up and moving towards the bathroom.

"Chalo, baby you too get ready, don't you wanna check your presents too?" asked Ankita.

"Mommy, can I ask you something?" Sanam asked.

"Yeah baby, what do you want to ask?"

"Mommy, when will I get my Daddy?" asked Sanam, making Ankita's heart skip a beat.

This isn't the first time, Sanam asked for her Daddy, her father. From the past 2 years, she's been asking this same question, even Punya had asked her the same question. How can she answer this question? How can she tell a 6 year old that where is her Daddy? How can she tell her baby doll, that her father left her and her mother alone, when they needed him the most, that he left cause he thought that she cheated him? How?

Ankita didn't realize that she had been crying all the while she was thinking about Sanam and Punya's father, her husband, her love, Naren.

"I am sorry Mommy! I made you cry again. I will not ask you about Dadyy again." cried Sanam as she wiped Ankita's tears.

Smiling lightly, Ankita replied, "No baby it's OK. Your Daddy, didn't wanted to be with us, that's why he left us alone. But do you need Daddy when you have Mommy, Sangeeta Massi, Uncle Param, Sammy bhaiya and Preeti?"

"No!" mumbled Sanam, she kissed her cheek and went towards her separate bathroom.

Ankita, took a deep breath and moved outside the room and sat on the stairs. She remember how Naren blamed her for everything, how he pushed her out of his house and his life. She loved him with all she had and he hated her. Hatred so strong that it over-powered her love.

"Aaj phhir Sanam ne tumse uske Daddy ke baare mein poocha kya?" asked a deep, masculine voice.

"Param Jiju.." trailed off Ankita, crying.

"Hey..don't cry, and don't think about that fool. Woh na toh tumhe aurr na hi tumhaare aansuon ko deserve karta hai! Ankita tum aage badh chuki ho, ab tumhaari zindagi mein tumhaare bachhe hain, tumhaare Sanam aurr Punya. For their sake, please move away from Naren's memories. Naren tumhe dard deta hai aurr tumhaare dard se Sanam aurr Punya ko dard hota hai!" consoled Paran, holding Ankita's hand.

"Aap thik keh rahe hain Jiju, but main kya karoon, maine sirf aurr sirf Naren se pyaar kiya aurr unhone..I can't!" sobbed Ankita, and Paran just hugged her, giving Ankita his shoulder to cry. Sangeeta too came and sat besides Ankita and Param, and rubbed Ankita's back lightly.

Unaware to three of them, two pairs of eyes watched them, as Ankita cried and Param and Sangeeta consoled her.

Moving inside their room again, Punya and Sanam started whispering to each other.

"Mommy misses Daddy, Bro!" hushed Sanam.

"I know Sanam, Dad misses Mom too." replied Punya.

"Then why can't they be together! Jab bhi Mommy se Daddy ke bare pooch, Mommy starts crying, and I feel bad when she cries!" exclaimed Sanam.

"I know, and Dad is in very bad condition, he drinks that bad thing so much that he can't even stand properly, remember when we went to meet him, without informing Mom. I think now only he can tell us what happened between them." Punya replied, nodding his head.

"Wow!! I am so excited, we will make Mommy and Daddy together again!" chirped Sanam.

"Ssshhh..Idiot, itni zor se mat bolo, agar Mom ne sun liya na, band baj jayegi humaari.." chided Punya, like a big brother will do. Though they are twin, born at the same day but Punya is fifteen minutes older than Sanam.

"Sorry Bro! So mission "Get Moomy and Daddy together" started!" replied Sanam, shaking hand with her brother Punya.

To be continued...