Drabbles: 30. Episode XXXI- Return of the Jallad (Pg 95) [Note Pg 98] - Page 9

Originally posted by: NicklausBarbie

Update soon sweets , waiting eagerly :)

Originally posted by: SS88

Please send him home quickly. I can't stand this suspense. And heartbreak. Tejawat tu nark main jalega.

Originally posted by: shree10

Cant wait for major to be back and confirm that Paro has indeed not left.

Loved today's drabble. In all odds, a tiny ray of hope keeps you going isn't it?

Originally posted by: shreya_rc

See, so he got captured and thrown into enemy prison,maan hi maan mein I knew it all along...but the last line is ray of hope . Hope of reviving everything before they are lost forever. plz write soon !

Originally posted by: pinguunique

Omg I loveee your drabbles! Please do continue!

While it was strange that Parvati had burned the dal for the third time that week, it was even stranger that her carelessness had earned only one semi-caustic comment from Kakisa, followed by an admonishment to "go mess around in her room."

Nodding her head respectfully, Paro left the kitchen.

Of course the room was empty. Nobody ventured in here unless they had specifically to talk to the either of them. And yet, Paro walked softly, fearfully-- as she had done when he had first imprisoned her here. She opened the wardrobe and inhaled deeply. An aroma of mothballs mingled with traces of the scent of detergent greeted her-- impersonal and polite. Parvati felt a sudden urge to crawl under his blanket and sob until she fell into an exhausted sleep.

Instead, she walked over to the window and tightly gripped the bars, leaning her forehead against her right fist. She had dealt with loneliness and uncertainty since the fateful day of her first wedding. She was no stranger to this never-ending thump of her agitated heart, and this nausea swirling in her stomach.

A frustrated cry was torn from her lips.

Damn you, Major Ranawat! Initially there was no peace to be had with you, and now there is no peace without you!

Without warning, memories that she had done her best to repress arose from the depths of her mind-- the one month of rebellion when he'd done his best to make her confess to a crime she had not been part of. She'd hated him then with an intensity she hadn't believed herself capable of. She didn't know how she'd stood against him. She'd borne it all-- physical intimidation, threats, manipulative mind games, insults.

Until the day Sunaina had come back.

Sunaina-- two years older than Nandini Jiji, and her best friend who had been married the year before her.

Sunaina-- who had escaped and returned with such an unbelievable tale of torture, rape, and horror, that she had made Paro recoil physically from her and beg her to say it wasn't so.

But Sunaina had not been lying. And Paro had been forced to consider the possibility that Nandini Jiji may be in a similar position. That Varun may have been too good to be true. That Rudra may not have been lying when he'd accused her baarat of possessing arms and killing his men.

But how many people knew of this and were involved, whether Sunaina's story was an unfortunate twist of fate or the tip of an iceberg-- she had not known.

Innocent and guilty. If only she could have assigned labels to everyone in this terrifying maze. If only it had been that simple. She hadn't even been able to label the man in front of her-- the one who had shot her husband in cold blood. How on earth could she have labeled the people of Birpur-- the ones who had brought her up, cared for her, looked out for her?