A Cursed Up Love T1 - Page 40

Chapter 10: Cursed Before or After

Geet fell to the ground with a thud, the papers still in hand. The curse was indeed fated in her destiny, what she presumed to be a curse before marriage was actually her golden age. The man she began to love turned out to be a cold stone. He was no knight in shining armour, he wasn't here to save her from the deathly curse, and he wasn't here to even provide her a shield. In reality, he was actually here to push her to her death, to her rejection, to her suffering. To expose her to deathly pain, predisposing her to her grave.

'I curse you and your family on this fateful day that the next daughter in the Handa family will never be loved'

'Your daughter too shall die a death no different than mine'

'May she also experience rejection in love'

A hard gust of wind blew in blowing off all the candles, leaving her behind in total darkness; much like her life. All the past love turned into a speck of dust in front of this rejection. Black shadow slowly seeped into the room and drenched her colourful life. Her heart heaved in immense pain almost as if a knife cut through and pulled out its existence. The chiming of the bells fazed in the background, making her deaf to her surroundings because over her broken heart she could hear nothing; she wanted to hear nothing. The flowers that decorated the room fell on its own account as if trying to share her pain, crying along with the broken girl. She was where she wanted to be, but all alone; totally alone in absolute darkness. Her beautiful past flashed though in a lightning leaving behind a solitude of black hollowness. Tears flowed like a waterfall but no sound escaped from her mouth, this was what she feared the most. She turned mute to the outcome of her life, not even a whisper echoed in the silent frozen room. This was her fate, this was the answer to the curse and most probably the reason for her death. The papers still lay in her hands but she was to lifeless to uplift those heavy weights that will decide her future. She was broken, pained and rejected, so easily; so heartlessly; so mercilessly by the man she accepted as hers.

The strong howling of the wind woke Dadima, it looked as if a storm was brewing. A cold, callous and strong force of wind gnawed against the window panes. The same force responsible for uprooting nature and defeating human to a standstill. Feeling quite out of touch, she decided to fetch some water as the jug was empty; warning bells were ringing loud and clear in her heart. Something just felt wrong, so very wrong. The mansion was blanketed into darkness, no one would have known there had been a wedding had it not been for the floral decoration. Taking slow steady steps Dadi decided to walk past Maan's bedroom, just so she could calm her ever beating mind. With no intention to disturb them she got to the door, seeing it slightly ajar left her confused but nevertheless Dadi wished for the best. It was only when she peeped inside had she realised nothing was right. There on the hard flow sat the bride a day looking like a ragged doll in brutal darkness.

'Beta kya hua' Dadi rushed in trying to get attention but Geet was in a far off land, in a no man's land where the sky was coloured blood red and the ground was stricken in gruelling green.

'Geet kya hua' she shouted louder shaking Geet a bit but still there was no reaction, seeing a frozen Geet scared Dadima to no ends

'Maan, VICKY' she screamed feeling the pain in her chest increase with each tear that dropped from the innocent girls eyes

'Kya...' even before she could ask again of what happened the documents lying quietly caught her attention, 'DIVORCE AGREEMENT' written in bold and underlined highlighting what her grandson had in mind.

'beta main' she tried but words failed her seeing the girl look her way in accusation, she had wronged. In the hopes of bettering her grandson she had unintentionally pushed an innocent girl into hell.

'I didn't mean ... main ... I' she quivered feeling like a fish out of water, this wasn't meant to be like this

'I want to go home' she heard her new daughter-in-law rasp whisper, before getting up and running for the bathroom

'Geet samalke beta' she heard Dadi cry seeing her fall over the long skirt but that did nothing to faze her from running into the bathroom, she needed to be alone. Anyway away from this darkness, away from this pain that crushed her mind and soul. Once inside she fell to the marble floor with a crash, the glass bangles pierced through her delicate flesh much like his words stabbed through her soft heart. Never in her life had she been faced with so much pain, she didn't know how to exactly manage such difficult package. Ripping the headscarf off she flung it to the floor, the pain she felt then was nothing to the pain erupting from her heart. Falling beads could be heard in the otherwise silent bathroom. Well it felt like too much she screamed into her bunched up scarf in agony, choking the sound within. Tears were now mixed with blood, fresh red liquid oozed from outside and in. Was she living through all that pain just for this? Was she an imprisoned bird to face this? Was this the future to her life? What did she ever do to deserve so much pain? Why was she ever cursed?

'Geet beta open the door' Dadi screamed panicking, not exactly sure of how a girl could handle such news? How would a bride of not even a day take the news of her divorce, Maan was wrong, so very wrong in doing this and somewhere Dadi was responsible.

'Vicky dekho na, she's not opening the door' Dadi cried seeing her grandson walk in the room in worry

'Please open the door' he requested pushing at the door. Vicky was restlessly working in the study, not knowing what the future of the girl his brother married will be. There was guilt, uncertainty and fear building up within him acting like a fire to his already raising temper. It was Dadi's agonised screams that forced him into the newly married couple's room. The state of the room was much the same, but seeing the darkness around had heightened his fear.

OPEN' he kicked but the locked door stood in between rigidly stopping them from meeting the broken princess

'Maan how could you?' Sameera cried into her hands

'You got married just like that'

'Sam please this was your idea so stop being such a big drama queen' he spoke in frustration, he wouldn't have married had she not told him yet now she was the one accusing him

'Are you going to divorce her?' she asked throwing herself to him

'Ofcourse I am, I told her to sign the papers already' he said caressing her back. Sameera and her feelings mattered the most, she was his love and his rightful partner.

'Geet don't make me break it open' Vicky shouted in anger, his good-for-nothing brother was nowhere around and the woman he married seemed to have locked herself in the bathroom. Just what did his brother say?

It was the loud thud that stopped his banging to the door, behind him his dadi had fallen to the ground clutching her heart.

'DADI DADI, GEEET NAKULL' He shouted seeing her squirming in pain, his dadi was his life; his only reason to bearing all this pain

Inside the bathroom Geet withered away in fear, this was all new to her. Finding a lone corner she rocked back and forth, hoping it to be one big nightmare. She'll wake up to her mother next morning and her papa would be feeding her, everything will turn back to the way it was. 'It's all a dream, it's just a dream' she persuaded herself with her eyes closed but the banging and kicking at the door brought her back. Each time she heard the violent noises, she jumped in fear. The ache in her heart never seized to decrease nor did pain in her wrist. 'Mama please, I'm scared' she cried pushing deeper within the wall

'DADI WAKE UP, DADI' it was the fearful shouting of someone outside the bathroom that finally managed to break into her zoned out system. Quietly and slowing unlocking the door, she saw the woman known to be his dadima lay on the ground with another guy tapping her cheek.

'Nakul call the ambulance now' he shouted making Geet rush towards him

'Dadi please open your eyes' he whimpered gathering her to his lap

'Unko kya hua' Vicky turned towards Geet hearing her speak, he was left in shock seeing her state. The innocence in her voice and the outlook of her being caused a contrast. This wasn't the bride that got married today, this woman looked more like someone that was subjected to immense pain over several years. Her broken voice, her tear stricken face, her blooded hands all told of a story of how they wronged an innocent girl? How they brought a girl to her destruction? If Maan didn't have the guts at least he could have stopped this mess from ever occurring. She didn't deserve this, no one did!

'Sir the ambulance are here' soon Vicky was following the stretcher into the ambulance but he made sure to hold onto Geet delicately by her arm, he wasn't going to leave her alone especially with her looking like this! She might just do anything, he was scared of what she'll do to herself in their stone cold mansion. On the other hand, Geet was too involved in the scene before her that she forget about her pain temporarily. So when Vicky guided her to sit beside him, she did it mechanically; too occupied by the pain in the elderly woman's face who was been tended to by two paramedics.