(This happens after she had gone back after the exchange and successfully executed the chehara bigadna mission. I have not strayed far from the story line. This is more like how I see the characters would think and act in the given situation...pl tell me what u feel abt it. )
Thara was lost...lost in thoughts about what all happened in her life in the past few months...it was as if she had lived so many years in those few months...had won and lost the love of her life ...her family...all within a matter of days...Her heart felt empty, bereft of emotions except that of hatred...intense hatred... towards the man-woman responsible for all of that.
She sighed... getting up from the window sill of her room overlooking the backyard of the house she had called home till a few weeks back. Now it felt more like a prison. The stable was just visible...smoke coming out of the makeshift kitchen. Meethi must be cooking ...Oh...what she would not give to go to the stable and share a meal with the family...but now is not the time...not yet.
The house was silent...RP was holed up in his room...even servants made themselves scarce fearing RP's temper. He had been like that ever since Nandini had that accident. She felt a twinge of regret for what had happened to Nandini...what she had made happen...she always knew Nandini loved herself...but to lose her senses and end up in Psychiatric ward just because her face got scarred!..., what Ma must be going through???
She curbed the thought immediately..."No Thara bacchu...now is not the time for sentiments.. you know that was necessary...as baba said...necessary to break Nandini-Kalavati axis...to chip away kalavati's support system at the core"...and it seemed as if their ploy was working too.
Her mind again strayed to ponder over dadu's will...how thoughtfulness of an ailing old man had won her six months of extended life time. ...few precious months...to achieve her goal of finishing off Kalawathi...of avenging her Mrityunjay's death...Radha's death, dadu's and of God knows how many others who lost their lives and happiness at her hands...
She suddenly realised she was impatient...and irritated at not hearing from the leader...she had no means of communicating with the gang at jungle...the leader always initiated the contact and never the other way around...strange...how he never spoke directly to her...or even aloud in her presence...likhke dethe hain jo bathana hai...or speaks through Baba...itna bhaav kyon khate hain pata nahin...jaise munh me moti bhare ho. And she didn't even know his name..Baba had explained that it was better not to know...what with she being around Kala .. what if she tortured her for the leader's name. That reasoning had sounded plausible then...but now...
She felt a little uneasy...it had been a while. Were they all safe? What if Kalavati had outwitted them...No... that may not be the case...otherwise she would have announced it to the world. Sabar karo Thara...intezaar karna hi padega.
Her eyes suddenly fell on the empty cupboard which was Mrityunjay's...The clothes had been packed away long back...in fact he himself had done that...before leaving for jail. Now only an unopened package remained on it...she had not been able to muster courage to open it yet. It had come from the jail one week back . The messenger had said that the packet contained his clothes which he had worn to jail and some personal effects...Thara's legs involuntarily started moving towards the cupboard. Her hands trembled while she picked up and tore the packet open...His clothes ...she pressed them close to her heart imagining holding him close...inhaling his faint scent still lingering on them... and realised that tears flowing from her eyes were making the clothes damp. She softly stroked them ...and felt something inside one of the pockets...through the tears she saw the red coloured bandana and her moti!!!!!! Strange...how the Moti came back to her now...after he was no more...when there was no chance of her getting him back...the tears started flowing harder...she sank on to the floor and cried her heart out.
Something suddenly fell at her side on the floor...as if it was thrown from outside...with a start Thara realised that this could be a message from the leader. She pulled herself together and picked up the stone around which was wrapped a red paper...coming to think of it,...it was a funny choice...who writes on a red paper? Damn difficult to read...but red was the colour which looked best on Mrityunjay... Thara gave herself a mental shake...willed herself from going down that road...she knew she will not be able to stop crying if she continued... and started reading.
Chapter 2 coming shortly (Pls tell me how is it...this is my first attempt in any forum..pls bear with me..)
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