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Bollywood Diwali bash pics.
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Originally posted by: P4rveen12
Amazing and superb Drabble,
Wow the tension and atmosphere between them both was very tense,Poor Paro crying and Rudra thinking his victory is not a happy one,Loved the Drabble,Wonderful writing xx
Lovely piece of writing, do continue.
Awesome read. You've a way with words. Do continue. Waiting for the next drabble.
Originally posted by: Rushitaa
ahhh who are you and why do you write so beautifully! 😲
Originally posted by: sariarshi97
Loved it !! You know so beautifully that it hurts:)
its aweoms...write more..!
"Why didn't you tell me?"
The forbidding frown on his face would have daunted any lesser mortal. Five months ago it would have daunted her as well.
"Why didn't you tell me about Thakurain Maasa?"
Rudra's dark eyes flashed in warning, a muscle ticking in jaw. But an air of dangerous recklessness had seized Paro. It had been growing steadily since the tragedy on her wedding day, but last week's disclosure had done what months of uncertainty about the future and grief for a life lost forever couldn't do. Parvati no longer feared anything. Everything she'd once loved and believed in had been blown to smithereens. And now, all that remained was to seek answers. She didn't need anything except closure. And that is what she told herself again and again. She repeated it thrice daily along with her meals. She reminded herself when she felt a glimmer of sympathy for the ruthless Major Saab who spent nights staring aimlessly out of the window. She brought it up when her heart longed to let go and dream.
She just wanted answers. So she repeated her question loudly and as firmly as she could.
"Why didn't you tell me that Thakurain Maasa is your mother? You told me what Sunaina said. You told me what your Bade Saheb at the headquarters said. You told me about what happened in Birpur. Why didn't you tell me about Thakurain Maasa?"
Nostrils flared and eyes narrowed in disbelief, Rudra finally let loose.
"I told you exactly what I needed to. And why would I tell you anything of the sort? Why would I tell you that I've been wrong for more than fifteen years, about my own mother? Why do you need to know, Parvati? So that some of your beliefs about the BSD are reaffirmed? So that you can read me another lecture about what I should have done and what I should have not? Go ahead. Make your judgments and leave! Why are you still around to watch the fun?"
She couldn't help taking a small startled step backwards as he screamed. Wrapping her arms defensively around herself, she shook her head. A tremor she tried hard to control slipped into her voice.
"After Mami Sa, Nandini Jiji and Bindi, Thakurain Maasa was the closest thing I had to family-- a mother. You should have told me, Major Saab. She is important to me."
Pacing restlessly to the other end of the room and sitting down heavily on the bed, Rudra gripped fistfuls of the patchwork quilt Paro had recently finished making.
"Why are you still here, Parvati?"
Following quietly in his footsteps, she sat on the bed beside him, carefully maintaining a few inches between them. When she realized that he was still waiting for a response, she gave a small shrug of her shoulders.
"Where would I go, Major Saab? Where does a woman leave her husband's house and go?"
"Where would I go, Major Saab? Where does a woman leave her husband's house and go?"
The last drabble was slightly confusing for me.
Paro continues to stay with Major even after truth is out."Where would I go, Major Saab? Where does a woman leave her husband's house and go?"
What does she mean? As her husband has been killed, she has nowhere to go or now she belongs to Rudra?
Also could you please add index to the drabbles with page no? Thanks.
Originally posted by: shagun-rocks
loved this installment as well, but the last part confused me...
Originally posted by: CravingKhana
Again not many words but the drabbles have me hook line and sinker,,,
Originally posted by: basicquestion1
I like your work. It surely seems seasoned. Thanx 4 a lovely read.
Rudra exhaled quietly in relief the moment he spotted a splash of magenta near his wardrobe.
She hadn't left. She was still here.
After having issued her a free-pass out of the Haveli, Rudra returned home every evening with a sinking feeling in his stomach. A feeling that miraculously disappeared the moment he spotted her in a corner of his room, engaged in one of her million household chores.
She had said she wouldn't leave. She had implied that the fragile chain of black beads around her neck tied her to him in some way. Rudra wanted to believe it, but he didn't. And then he was glad that he didn't believe her, because what business had he with things like belief anyway?
He knew that it was a matter of time before she decided to take his word and disappear from his life. He knew that she had managed to trace her aunt to Jaipur. She would leave soon. And he would be glad to see her go. She had been a menace.
But for one more evening, he would indulge himself in this game of Happy Families.' He would pretend that there was nothing wrong. She would hand him his kurta and tea, and the sound of her bangles would sooth his restless spirit just a little. Even her favourite deity-- his namesake-- wouldn't grudge him another evening.
.~.
Paro knew he'd come back home. It was rather hard to miss his arrival given the sharp tread of his boots down the Haveli's tiled corridors. She knew the exact moment he'd entered the room.
She quietly continued stacking the clothes into neat piles even as every sense was attuned to his movements. She knew his routine by heart now. He would unbuckle his belt, unpin his badges, and undo the top two buttons of his uniform. Then he would sit down on the hard chair near the bed and take off his shoes and socks. At this point he would reach for a kurta-pajama to change into, and she would silently hand him a set. He would disappear into the bathroom for exactly twelve and a half minutes for a quick shower and when he came out, she would hand him a cup of piping hot tea spiced with adrak.
The teacup rattled in its saucer as she handed it over. When he bent his head to take the first sip in an achingly familiar manner, Paro almost smiled.
It was completely beyond her comprehension, but she was incapable of leaving, of walking out on him and this farce of a marriage. Logic told her that she ought to go as far away from him as possible and attempt to rebuild whatever was left of her life.
Maybe he would make her go-- like he'd made her do so many things over the last six months.
But she wouldn't think of that today. Today she would pretend that she belonged. To a home, a hearth, and this man.
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