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His Diwali
Diwali the Festival of Lights which signifies the victory of light over darkness, of knowledge over ignorance, of good over evil, of hope over despair!!
Raman flinched with pain and disgust. It was the eve of Diwali.
Diwali!! His Diwali was just the opposite of what the festival spiritually signifies. Tomorrow he would have nothing else to do but sit in darkness and despair completely ignorant of what he had done in his past and present life to face so much pain and hurt every time he foolishly started to believe that life would stop ditching him so cruelly.
Raman dropped himself in bed completely drained of all energy and devoid of all feelings. Numb and shattered, he slept crying his heart out to his pillow, to the loneliness and darkness which had engulfed him.
Tears streaming down her eyes
No. No. No.
This is not true
She did not know how many hours she sat there
She felt her whole life had fallen apart. Her Raman ! Raman would never...but...
You go. But Ruhi stays here!
Did he just mean what he said?
Did he believe she was so cheap?
Did he believe she was like his ex? Would...cheat on him?
Ishita felt disgusted as sobs racked her body.
He had avoided the confrontation for so long. He had kept everything bottled in his heart till now.
The way she had crumbled in front of his eyes still pinched at his heart.
Her crestfallen face refused to leave his mind.
She had deserved it. Then why did it hurt him , just why?
And why did her stoic silence kill him and deafen his world?
'So are you going to explain?' He asked with all the rage he could muster.
'No.'she said.
'You cannot justify yourself or you will not? Case of the guilty mind?' He asked cruelly, more out of frustration at not getting a denial from her.
'No because you are not worth it. No man who asks for proofs about his wife's character is worth it. I don't owe you a character certification Mr Raman Kumar Bhalla. Go and look for proofs. Find the truth. Do whatever you want. I don't care anymore.'
Ishita had wanted to pull him to her and slap him hard and put some sense in his brain but then...
But then she had stopped short. Why should she prove herself? If a woman never had any proof would she be considered characterless though she had never committed the crime she was accused of? She had no character certificate to give to anyone and definitely not to her husband!! A husband she had come to respect and love and admire and who she had thought had the same mutual feelings for her.
Ishita had stormed out of the room.
Raman had watched her go, too stunned to speak.
Slowly, her words sank in and he realized he had wanted her to be innocent. He had wanted her to deny anything between her and Mani. He had wanted her to plead for a life with him. Wanted her to break down and say his trust mattered to her because she loved him. But she had done nothing of that. She was gone. She had banged and shut the door. Light would not filtered through and only darkness would prevail now.
He woke up with a dreadful headache, his dry eyes pricking and burning due to excessive crying but an unusual sight caught his attention. A flash of white and red at the door step of his bedroom. He sat upright and watched.
No...he was only dreaming of her. She was there at his door step, in her white kanjivaram saree and her jasmine gajra adorning her beautiful, long hair. She was looking at him with a complacent smile... She looked like the goddess of light personified, the goddess of his life...How he wished it was true!
She was walking up to him and Raman kept staring at her, gazing in her eyes which were loaded with love and unshed tears.
Afraid that he would woke up from this beautiful dream and would step in his nightmarish life again, Raman looked at her unblinkingly.
The "illusion" sat beside him and stared lovingly at him and without a word...and...threw herself in his arms.
Shock ran through him. It was no dream. It was too real to be one. Her scent was filling his nostrils, her warmth was engulfing him, her tears her wetting his shirt and her breaths were fanning his skin near his ear as she whispered: Happy Diwali Raman.
Raman stiffened and tried to get away but her grip around him tightened and she whispered in his ear again: sshhh... Stay right here please, Ruhi...
Raman didn't even bother to check if what she was saying was true or not but stayed glued in her arms and listened to her. Deep inside he knew their daughter was not there. But they had always used Ruhi as an excuse and it would always be so.
- I am not going anywhere. I am not leaving my daughter and my husband at any cost. I am staying with you, under the same roof, in this bedroom, in your life for many years to come. We have many diwalis to celebrate together in this lifetime. Agley janam shayad aap mujhe se chutkaara paa sakte ho but iss janam nahin.
Finally, he lifted his arms and took her in his embrace as tears rolled down his eyes. In a choking tone he only hissed: I am sorry!
He never asked her for any explanation for her action because her coming back to him to be his Diwali and brighten his life was in itself the explanation, the proof of her love for him.
Minutes later she lifted her face to him and stared in his eyes.
- I am sorry too Raman. I promised to keep you happy but unknowingly I hurt you so much...
- No...don't... I am not worth it.
- No. My husband is a worthy man.
- You deserve better Ishita...
- Yes. Ishita wants only Raman.
- Don't make me feel worse than I am feeling right now ...I don't deserve it...
- My husband deserves the best and...it's me!
He chuckled and turned his face away to wipe his tears as she smiled with tears flowing down her cheeks.
- I am...
Putting her index on his lips, she shook her head, stopping him to say a word.
- Just promise me one thing Raman.
- Kya?
- You will never manage without me not only in this lifetime but also in the coming seven births also.
Raman looked at her with awe and love. Every woman is not the same and there was no such woman as his wife!
His wife!!
His beautiful Diwali! The light of his life!
A Side Note:
Ishita went away angry and hurt but Ishita being the sensible and sensitive soul she was, immediately sat and reflected on the past events in their life. When her mother in law finally disclosed the secret of the wet pillow, she finally joined the dots and realized what Raman was going through.
She came back to him with the promise to give him the happiness he so rightly deserved and to help him in freeing himself of his deep buried demons of insecurity...
As for Raman, the demons inside him did played mind games with him but deep inside he knew that his Ishita was not Shagun but...he only felt weak for a moment and realized his folly once she went away.
P.S
I know I am Late in reading and replying in my previous thread and fiction. Sorry!! I will do it very soon. I am very late latiff n a bit lazy type I admit hands down. Sorry! 😳
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