PaRud TS::Ansh-A Thread holding them last part up PG11 [COMPLETED] - Page 5

Originally posted by: rangprab

a very fresh good and interesting perspective on the favourite PaRud...

Waiting earnestly to read more...

Really loved ur story...Plz Plz update ASAP...😳

Can't wait to read the next part...

Originally posted by: ..Jyoti..

Awesome start

Part 2

White!

A color of purity, a color that symbolizes positivism. Wasn't this the same color Colonel Fernandez's bride had wore on her wedding? He faintly recollected Colonel Fernandez's mother preaching her audience about the significance of white color.

It speaks for virginity, a beginning of new life. It conveys that the new bride can blend in any color the new journey of her life will blend her in.

But for him the color which now surrounded him from all side speaks for faith, trust, hope, a loose thread of hope he was hanging on. Fighting every day to strengthen that thread because if that threads slips away, then...then that will be the end of Major Rudra Pratab Ranawat.

It will be the end of Rudra Pratab Ranawat.

And this time, it will not be the end of an innocent 13 year old boy, his faith, his childhood, his belief that one day his mother will return back to him.

This time it will be the end of Rudra Pratab Ranawat, plainly!

Rudra looked at the sharp scissor laying on the bedside table. A lewd smile graced his lips. Just a slit across his wrist and everything would end.

Gone were the days when Major Rudra Pratab Ranawat believed suicide was a cowardly act.

He looked at the scissor. It will hurt, bleed, pain...pain till he gave up his last breath. Than how can suicide be entitled as a cowardly act? It needs courage, fortitude, guts to take that sharp thing and slit it against his wrist.

His gaze moved on the bed. The figure lying there unconscious. A needle poked on the back of her palm, the other running under the sleeve of her loose hospital gown. Various wires and machines attached to her tiny frame. She looked tinier than before, her slender wrist looked almost lifeless, laying on her side. Her pink full petals now dry. And her eyes, the eyes that has the power to wrench his heart from his chest and lay bare in front of her, at her mercy, now closed, not allowing him to have a peek at his soulmate.

She was the only chasm between him and that neatly kept sharp scissor.

A shrieking sound of pulling a stool filled the otherwise quiet room as Rudra pulled the stool near the bed.

He looked at the tiny thing in his arms, his tiny head resting on his shoulder. Picking him in his hand, he kept his son beside her. And like everytime, he saw his son standing on his two pair of tiny hands and feet, and crawling on his mother.He rested his head on his mother's warm and comforting bosom, trying to imbibe as much love as he can.

Rudra averted his gaze from the scene in front of him. The held tears, burning his eyes. Swallowing the big painful lump in his throat, he looked at his wife.

"Paro..." He whispered. "Thaare ko pata hai?...Kal raat phir uth gaya ye...na khud sota hai na hi maare ko soone deta hai...Na sambhal sakta main ab isse...tu uth aur sambhal apne bete ko...maare se na sambhala jaata...tujhe pata hai koi maari neend kharab karta hai toh maare ko kitna gusaa aata hai...Chillaya main ispe...roone laga thaara beta...tujhe ye bhi pata hai roona dhoona mujhe pasand na hai...ab bohot ho gaya...main na sambhalunga thaare bete ko...ab uth aur tu hi sambhal...uth na Paro...Warna...warna na sambhalunga thaare bete ko...main dhamki na de raha...saach bol raha hoon...tu jaanti hai main khaali dhamki na deta...chal ab uth..."(You know what?...he again woke up last night...neither he sleeps nor he allows me to sleep...I can't take care of him anymore...You get up and take care of him...I can't do it anymore...You know I don't like when someone disturbs my sleep...I scolded him...and your Son started crying...You also know that I don't like all this crying thing...It's enough now...I can't do it anymore...You get up and take care of him...wake up Paro...Otherwise I will not take care of your Son...I am not just threatening you...I can do that...You know I don't give empty threats...come now, get up now!)

He threatened, like everyday! But she lay there, not saying anything.

Rudra's blurry vision took in his Son, who was trying to wrap his tiny hands around his mother. His heart pained, pained like never before.

"Paro..." his earlier rough voice lost in the darkest abyss. "Paro, tujhe pata hai?...Maare ko neend nahi aati...jab bhi aankhen band karta hoon, aisa lagta hai tu apna haath maare baal me phira rahi hai...aisa lagta hai tu paas me baithi hi...aur agar maine aankhen nahi kholi toh tu chali jayegi...Neend hi nahi aati Paro. ...Maare ko...maare ko bhook bhi nahi lagti...Bapusa ki jali hui rooti aur aadhi paki hui sabzi khaane ka man nahi karta Paro...tune maari aadat kharab kar di hai...uth na...ghar chal...please Paro...uth ja...thaare bin kuch aacha nahi lagta...thaare ko pata hai na Paro?...Thaare ko sab pata hai...phir bhi tu naa uth ti hai...uth na Paro...thaare bin ghar jaane ka man nahi karta...uth ja...uth ja please..."(Paro, you know?...I can't sleep...Whenever I close my eyes,I feel like...like you are running your soft hands in my hair...I feel like...like you are sitting beside me..and If I close my eyes, you will leave me...Sleep eludes me Paro...I ...I no longer feel hungry... I don't like eating Bapu-sa's burned roti and half cooked sabzi...You have spoiled me Paro...wake up, Paro...came back home...Please Paro, get up...I don't like anything without you...You know that right?...You know everything...Still you stay quiet...please get up Paro...I don't feel like going back home without you...please get up na...)

He pleaded. The pain of slicing his heart into pieces would have been less as compared to what he was feeling right now.

Begging was a new concept for him. He was always a alien to this word. Never ever thought or dwelled on this word. But as many other things, his wife has made him familiar with this word too.

"Paro,...main na jee sakta aise...na reh sakta thaari awaaz sune bina...na reh sakta thaari aankhon main dekhe bina...na reh sakta, Paro...uth ja please...mar jaunga Paro...main mar jaunga...uth ja...mar jaunga...phir kaun sambhalega thaare bacche ko?...bachale maare ko, Paro...please uth ja...uth na Paro..." (Paro, ...I can't live like this...I can't live without hearing your voice...I can't live without seeing in your eyes...I can't live, Paro...get up please...I will die, Paro...I will die...Get up...I will die...Then who will take care of your child?...Save me Paro...please get up...get up paro...)He rested his head near his Son, being careful not to put pressure on her, just wanting to search some comfort in her odor. "Maare ko marna na hai, Paro...jeena hai thaare saath..."(I don't want to die, Paro...I want to live with you...)he closed his eyes as, at last, the held tears spilled out. He don't want to die, he don't want. He wants to live all the dreams he had dared to dream with his wife. He don't want to die.

His eyes instantly flashed with anger, anger at his all pleading and begging being unheard. Why can't she just listen to him and open her eyes, talk to him, smile at him, came back home with him?

He lifted his head from her shoulder.

"Na sun rahi hai na...main bhi na sununga...Thaare ko jo karna tha, who tune kiya ...ab maare man main jo aayega main woh karunga..." (You won't listen to me?...I will also not listen to you...You have done what you wanted to,now I will do what I want...)he looked at his son. "Is ke liye maare ko chhod ke gayi na tu?...is ke liye...toh sun!...Aaj ke baad na sulaunga isse...koi gaana na gaunga iske liye...na pilaunga dood ise...na sambhalunga!...uth ja warna thaara bachhe bhookha hi rahega...tujhe pata hai main jallad hoon, kuch bhi kar sakta hoon main...uth ja Paro!"(You left me for him, right?...For him... So listen now!...From now I will not put him to sleep...I won't sing any song for him...I will not feed him...Will not take his responsibility...Get up or I will starve your Son...I know I am Jallad, I Can do anything...get up...) he threatened and hovered over her. "Kyun kiya aisa Paro? Maare saath aisa kyun kiya?...Thaare ko pata tha na ki main thaare bin nahi jee sakta?...tune maare se vaada kiya tha na, ki maare ko chhod ke kabhi nahi jayegi?...toh kyun gayi, Paro?...Kyun! " (Why you did this, Paro?...Why you did this to me?...You know that I can't live without you, don't you?...You had promised me to not leave me, hadn't you?...then why did you leave me, Paro?...Why?!) His desperate eyes seeking for an answer. "Ab...ab tune aur door jaane ki kosish ki na Paro toh thaare bacche ki kasam, main bhi aajaunga thaare peeche peeche,...reh jayega thaara beta akela...jiske liye tu maare ko chhod ke gayi, woh reh jayega akela yaha...ek baar bhi na sochunga uske baare main...jab tune maare baare main ek baar bhi na socha, toh main kyun sochun uske baare main?...So...SO DARE YOU LEAVE ME!!"(Now...now if you dared to go away from me that I swear on your Son, I will follow you too...Your Son will be left here all alone...For whom you left me alone, will be left all alone...Not for a second I will think about him...When you didn't paid a heed about me than why should I think about him?...So...SO DARE YOU LEAVE ME!!)the stool tumbled on the floor with the force he got up.

Rudra looked at the still sleeping figure, immune to his threat, pleas and begging. His palms fisted into a tight ball. Angry tears flowed down his cheek. Why?! Why isn't she opening her eyes?! Why?! He ran his hand in his thick hair. He can't take this, he simply can't. He wants her to speak, to look at him through her soulful eyes, to smile at him, to talk to him, to fight with him, he wants to see her stubbornness. He want it all. All!!

His legs gave up as he fell on his knees. He caught her hand in his and looked at his Son, who by now has lifted his head off his mother's chest, looking at him unsure of everything happening around him. He closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing.

"Paro.." a tear rolled down his cheek and fell on her palm. "Paro, thaare ko, thaare bacche ki kasam tu maare ko chhod ke mat jaana...please Paro...please...main na jee sakta thaare bina...aur door mat jaana Paro...please...aur door gayi toh main maar jaunga... Yaheen rehna...aur...aur maare paas aane ki puri kosish karna Paro...please...please...itna toh kar maare liye..."(Paro, for your child's sake, don't leave me Paro...please...I can't live without you...Don't leave me Paro...please...If you will leave me than I will die...stay here...and ...and try to came back, Paro...atleast you can do this for me...) Rudra pleaded. What other choice his wife has left him with.

"Sir?"

Rudra lifted his head to look at Aman.

"Sir, Chaalein?" Aman asked, and saw his Sir nod at him.

Rudra picked his Son in his arms and bend over his wife to leave a long kiss on her forehead.

"Main wapas aaunga Paro...door mat jaana...wapas aata hoon..."(Paro, I will be back...don't leave me...I will came back...)

Aman saw the shattered man in front of him. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears. What has he came to? He was the witness to the transformation brought in the man in front of him. From Jallad to a man, who, just a moment ago, was on his knees, begging his wife to open her eyes, to give back his life to him.

"Chal.." Rudra stood in front of him.

Aman nodded his head and both the man exited the hospital room.

...

"Pooh..." The sweet angelic voice reached Rudra's ears. He looked at the cradle to his left. Tiny hand peeking out from the cradle. He again immersed himself in the file.

"Kya takleef hai thaare ko? Chup biathne ka kya lega?"(What is your problem? What will you take to keep quiet?)his rough voice filled his empty cabin.

"Pooh...Pooh...Pooh..." the volume increased as he heard his audience.

Rudra closed his file shut and walked towards the cradle.

"Samajh na aata thaare ko? ...bola na chup rehne ko? Chup reh..."(Can't you understand?...I told you to keep quiet, right? keep quiet...)

*giggle*

Rudra's fake angry eyes flashed at the tiny boy.

"Mazaak uda raha hai maara?...thaare ko ye sab mazaak lag raha hai? ...ab haasa na toh...toh.."(You think I am joking?...You think all this is funny?...If you giggled now..than...than..)

*giggle*

"Aree.." Rudra's wide eyes warned him.

*giggle*

"Hassi aa rahi hai?...ruk ja tu..." (You want to laugh, right?...wait...)bending over the cradle he picked his son along with his small mattress.

"Ab hass...hass na..."(Now laugh...laugh...) Rudra dared his son and laid him on his desk and sat on his chair.

"Hass..."(laugh)

"Pooh...Pooh..." Ansh giggled.

Rudra's eyes softened. He stared at his Son. The two eyes sparkling with laughter gazing back at him. Bending over the desk, he kept his head on Ansh's tiny shoulder, his head covering poor soul's whole frame.

"Maine...maine thaari maa ko jo kuch bhi kaha woh...woh...sacch na tha...tujhe bhookka na rakhunga main...woh toh...woh toh baas usse daarane ke liye kaha tha...tu dekhta hai na...woh maari baat hi na sunti...kitni baar bolta hoon main usse uth ne ke liye...par ...par woh uth ti hi na hai...baas usse utha ne ke liye jhoot bola usse...tu chinta mat kar...Par...par agar woh maare ko chhod ke gayi toh...toh maare ko kuch na pata...toh thaare ko doosra haath dhoondna padega jo tujhe dhoodh pila sake...maare ko maaf kardena...par thaari maa ke bina nahi jee sakta main...thaari maa maare se zyada pyaar karti hogi thaare se...par main...main usse zyada pyaar na karta thaare se...maaf karde par...par..."(Whatever...Whatever I told to your mother...that was a lie...I will not starve you...That was..that was just to threaten her...You see her, right?...She never listens to me...How many times I ask her to open her eyes...but she doesn't listen to me...I lied to her so that she opens her eyes...You don't worry...But ...but if she left me...then I don't know...Then you will have to search another hand that can feed you...Forgive me...But...but...I can't live without your mother...Your mother might love you more than me...but ...but I can't love you more than her...Forgive me...but...but...)

*giggle*

Rudra tilted his head up to look at his Son.

"Hass kyun raha hai tu? Main thaare ko joke suna raha hoon?...bawala ho gaya hai?" (Why are you laughing? Am I reciting a joke for you?...Are you mad?)Rudra asked.

*giggle*

Rudra's irritated eyes looked at him, and then landed on his moustache which was tickling his son's neck. He again looked at him.

"Toh thaare ko gudgudi ho rahi hai?" (Is it tickling you?)Rudra asked as he got up from him.

"Pooh..pooh..." Ansh replied, as if agreeing with his father.

"Chal...doodh pilata hoon thaare ko...aaj ke liye bohot hass liye tune..."(Come..I will feed you...Enough of your giggles for today..) picking him in his arms, he went towards the chair were Ansh's bag lay.

Taking the bottle, he again sat on his chair, feeding Ansh the milk from the bottle.

Rudra closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, while Ansh hungrily drank the milk from the bottle.

I had thought that I will be able to complete it in Two shot, But now I think I can't😆 So one more part is remaining(This time pakka😉)

So now comment and let me know you liked what I have dished or not :)