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I wrote This OS on harman and saumya. I hope you like it.
I know it's a little long, but please do take the time out to read it. It would mean a lot to me.😊
A loud 'CLASH' filled the air in the entire house. Something had been broken. Most likely on purpose, yet no one even even flinched let alone getting up to see what had happened. It had become the norm for such noises to be heard in the Singh household. Harak singh's only son as always was in one of his now famous moods.
Preeto sat on the sofa in the living room and sighed at the noise.
"haye rabba..oh ja sukhi, jaake saaf karde jo bhi toda hai harman ne."
She dismissed sukhi with a flick of the hand.
No sooner had she sent Sukhi off to clean up the result of harman's anger, harman himself walked into her view. Visibly irritated he stormed towards the front door.
"Harman! Kithe chala?" Preeto called out even though she already had a hunch about the answer.
"Saumya ko dhoondne" he replied curtly
Preeto nodded knowingly. She had given up on trying to stop him just as she was about to let him go, the brown bag in his hand caught her eye.
"Iss bag vich ki hai?"
"Ek do din ke kapre mere liye aur isse pehle tu pooche main kapron ka kya karoonga main tenu das doon, main Mumbai jaraha hoon."
Preeto was taken aback, this was the last answer she was expecting.
"Lekin Mumbai ka saumya se ki Lena dena? Harman!!" Preeto hollered after him but her efforts were futile. Harman had ignored her and already walked out.
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Harman climbed onto his jeep and sat down. He looked around for a minute and took in his surrounding. It was pitch black and not a sign of any light anywhere.
Much like his life.
"What time is it" Harman wondered. He had left as soon as he received that phone call not even bothering to check the time. It was 6:45. A cold winter night...November to be precise.
Yes it was true that they weren't going to live together forever but he had consoled himself by thinking that he would call her everyday.
He closed his eyes and let the wind rush towards him, hoping that maybe this was the same wind that had surrounded saumya.
He gradually opened his eyes half hoping to see saumya in front him.
"Mujhe nahi pata woh kis haal main hai kahan hai, lekin main usse tab tak dhoondoon ga jab tak woh mujhe mil na jaye..pata nahi koi meri dua sun bhi raha hai ya nahi.
Harman took a deep breath and started his jeep with determination in his eyes and hope in his heart.
"Vroom" the engine's noise cut through the silence of the night, as if declaring it was on a mission was not going to back down. The jeep raced ahead leaving only smoke and dirt behind...
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She stared at her reflection, the same reflection she had Been staring at for many years.
"I hate you tarana, I hate you" she whispered, completely defeated.
Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let anyone hear a sob. Life had hardened her. She had buried all her sobs deep inside her.
Saumya heard the click of the door and heard someone walk in. She didn't bother face whoever had walked in.
"Chal tarana, kaam pe jaane ka waqt hogaya hai."
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Harman frantically drove, his patience wearing thin.
"Ugghh!" he yelled, punching the steering wheel in frustration.
Harman came to a halt at the traffic light.
"Kahan ho? Kahan ho saumya?" He whispered as he scanned his surroundings for the slightest bit of hope.
"Will I ever find you? You told me you loved me through that letter. Will I ever get to express my feelings?
He had closed his eyes in dismay when he heard the distant sound of clapping. But not regular clapping, the kind of clapping that--
Harman opened his eyes and jerked his head up. Across the road he saw someone in a bright red sari, clapping and asking for money. A eunuch.
As soon as the light turned green
Harman took a u-turn and parked his jeep in front of a shop.
He got out hurriedly and ran to catch up to her.
"Suniye! Excuse me," he called out as he ran.
Harman finally caught up and put his hand on her shoulder to halt her.
"Phew, thank God you stopped mujhe aap se kuch pooch na tha."
He turned her around to face him.
"Kya aap saumya--"
Silence.
"Saumya" Harman breathed in disbelief.
Tears formed at the brim of his eyes threatening to make their way down. But why he was crying he didn't know.
"Saumya, saumya i- I can't believe I finally found you. Maine tumhe itna yaad kiya. Mujhe maaf kardo main tumhara khayal nahi rakh saka. Tumhe protect nahi karsaka. Meri wajah se tumhe aaj yeh sab--" Harman broke into sobs.
Her eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Aapko koi ghalti hui hai main saumya nahi hoon, mera naam tarana hai. Aap kaun hain?"
Saumya resumed her clapping.
Harman couldn't stand to see that sight and stopped her.
"Meri yehi pehchan hai, mujhe yehi karna hoga."
With saumya started walking away leaving a shattered harman.
"Gulabo"
Saumya stopped dead in her tracks, eyes full of tears.
"Tum aise kyun bolrahi ho? Please aise mat behave karo na. Main nahi bardash karpaonga. Please. Kyun karrahi ho aisa?"
"Kyunke main aapke layak nahi hoon."
"Pehle main aapki biwi ban ne ke layak nahi thi. Ab toh main aapse baat karne ke layak tak nahi hoon."
Harman came in front of saumya and grabbed her by the arms.
"Iska faisla main karoonga tum nahi, chalo mere saath."
He began to pull her but saumya was quick to let go.
"nahi yehi meri duniya hai"
"Tumhari duniya mere saath hai. Samjhi"
For the first time saumya looked up into harman's eyes.
"Kab tak? Kab tak bacheynge aap aur ma mujhe?
Harman angrily grabbed her arms and shook her as if to shake some sense into her.
"Mujhe. Farak. Parhta. Hai! Samjhi? Kya meri feelings ki koi ahmiyat nahi hai? Tumne apna pyaar ka bata diya mujhe.
Saumya couldn't believe her ears. Her fate. Was this really happening? Her feelings were being reciprocated.
"Humare rishtey ko koi accept-" Saumya began.
" I don't care. Mujhe koi farak nahi parhta. Main bas itna janta hoon ke main tumhare beghair nahi reh paoonga"
Neither of them had any words to express after this they just kept staring at each other.
"Tum saumya ko nahi le ja sakte." A voice broke in.
Harman turned around and came face to face with saya.
"Saumya humari hai. Woh meri beti hai."
"Saumya koi cheez nahi hai. Jispe tum apna haq jatao aur na hi woh tumhari beti hai. Kuch nahi lagti woh tumhari.
With that he held saumya's wrist and took her with him.
He couldn't even imagine the pain she had Been through in these last few months. Harman wished he could take it all away. But he couldn't.
But what he could do was fill the rest of her life with happiness.
Harman swore to himself He would help her gain self confidence so she could go through life with her head held high.
It's not like harman was ever a calm or gentle natured person, he had always had a quick temper. But he had also been a very jolly person who enjoyed making people smile. However these last few months had changed him completely. He had been stripped of any and every positive emotion in him.
He had not been happy ever since she left. Preeto yearned to see his boyish charm back even if only for a second. She had never thought a single decision of hers that was taken for harman's betterment would crush her son altogether.
Preeto sat on the sofa in the living room and sighed at the noise.
"haye rabba..oh ja sukhi, jaake saaf karde jo bhi toda hai harman ne."
She dismissed sukhi with a flick of the hand.
No sooner had she sent Sukhi off to clean up the result of harman's anger, harman himself walked into her view. Visibly irritated he stormed towards the front door.
"Harman! Kithe chala?" Preeto called out even though she already had a hunch about the answer.
"Saumya ko dhoondne" he replied curtly
Preeto nodded knowingly. She had given up on trying to stop him just as she was about to let him go, the brown bag in his hand caught her eye.
"Iss bag vich ki hai?"
"Ek do din ke kapre mere liye aur isse pehle tu pooche main kapron ka kya karoonga main tenu das doon, main Mumbai jaraha hoon."
Preeto was taken aback, this was the last answer she was expecting.
"Lekin Mumbai ka saumya se ki Lena dena? Harman!!" Preeto hollered after him but her efforts were futile. Harman had ignored her and already walked out.
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Harman climbed onto his jeep and sat down. He looked around for a minute and took in his surrounding. It was pitch black and not a sign of any light anywhere.
Much like his life.
"What time is it" Harman wondered. He had left as soon as he received that phone call not even bothering to check the time. It was 6:45. A cold winter night...November to be precise.
He had lost saumya in September.
3 months..
3 long months without her, 3 months without knowing her whereabouts, the condition she is living in.
3 long months without her, 3 months without knowing her whereabouts, the condition she is living in.
Yes it was true that they weren't going to live together forever but he had consoled himself by thinking that he would call her everyday.
But today, today he had no inkling about her. He hadn't given up searching for her,but he was losing hope gradually.
He closed his eyes and let the wind rush towards him, hoping that maybe this was the same wind that had surrounded saumya.
And just that thought rejuvenated him.
Somehow in that moment he felt close to her, as if he was in her presence.
He gradually opened his eyes half hoping to see saumya in front him.
But wishful thinking is just wishful thinking, never the truth.
"Mujhe nahi pata woh kis haal main hai kahan hai, lekin main usse tab tak dhoondoon ga jab tak woh mujhe mil na jaye..pata nahi koi meri dua sun bhi raha hai ya nahi.
Lekin please mujhe usse milwado. Mujhe woh bohut yaad aati hai, pata nahi kyun.
Nahi aani chahiye lekin aati hai. Sirf kuch Dino ke liye aayi woh meri zindagi main.
Lekin ab usse 2 minutes ke liye bhi bhulna impossible hogaya hai mere liye.
Jab aankhein band karta hoon, toh woh samne aati hai. Raat ko jab sota hoon, Toh uske rone ki awaz aati hai. Jaise pata nahi kitna bura horaha ho uske saath.
Dil karta hai ke abhi uska paas bhag ke jaoon aur usse wahan se bacha loon.
Lekin bhag ke jaoon kahan?
Mujhe pata nahi woh hain kahan. Lekin yeh baat mujhe rokti nahi hai main phir bhi beth ta hoon gadi main aur usse dhoond ta hoon unhi jagaoon pe jahan pe hazaar baar dhoond chuka hoon. Iss umeed main ke woh kahin mil jaye.
Main roz dua karta hoon ke woh theek ho khush ho, ke mere saare dreams aur khayal ghalat ho.
Pata hai na kitni bholi hain. Aansoo toh uski aankhon pe bethe hote hai iss intezaar Main ke woh kab giren.
Wahan pe koi uske aansoo saaf karta bhi hoga ya nahi. Agar woh mujhe kabhi na mila toh kaam se kaam itna hojaye ke woh kabhi roye nahi humesha khush rahe.
Woh jaisi bhi hai usme uski kya ghalti hai. Infact woh jaisi hai usme ghalat hi kya hai.
Yeh male female ka fark humne banaya hai. Pata nahi hum itne chote soch ke log kyun hai.
Aaj phir chal para hoon usko dhoondne. Lekin aaj dil main ek choti si umeed hai ke shayad woh mil jaye.
Mujhe apne ek dost se call aayi thi usne pata karke bataya ke yahan humare hi pind se kaafi kinnar ko Mumbai leke jaya jaata hai.
Taake wahan pe zyada kamaya jasake.
Please kash mujhe aaj woh mil jaye. Phir usse kabhi apne se door nahi jane doonga. Kabhi nahi.
Usse door rehna din ba din mushkil hota jaraha hai. Aaj jis kaam se nikla hoon kash woh hojaye"
Harman took a deep breath and started his jeep with determination in his eyes and hope in his heart.
Maybe just maybe his efforts won't go in vain this time.
"Vroom" the engine's noise cut through the silence of the night, as if declaring it was on a mission was not going to back down. The jeep raced ahead leaving only smoke and dirt behind...
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She stared at her reflection, the same reflection she had Been staring at for many years.
The only difference was when she saw her reflection back then all she saw was a girl, full of questions.
Why does her father not like her?
Why does her dadi not shower love on her like she does on choti?
Why is she not allowed to see the outside world?
Why? why? why?
The only clarity she had then was her identity. The only thing she was sure about was her identity.
She is a girl.
But that is a thing of the past. The girl staring at her reflection today his different.
Much different.
Today she has the answers to all those questions. And ironically they all have the same answer.
Why did her father not like her? Because she is a kinner
Why did her dadi not shower love on her like she does on choti? Because she is a kinner.
Why was she not allowed to see the outside world? Because she is a kinner.
Kinner kinner kinner.
She should be happy she has the answers to all her questions today.
Then why isn't she? Because the one thing she was sure about all her life was a lie.
She isn't a girl. She just isn't...
"Aaj mujhe apni khud ki pehchan se hi nafrat hai."
She picked up the stool beside her and hurled it at the mirror in a desperate attempt to shatter this identity of hers.
"I hate you tarana, I hate you" she whispered, completely defeated.
Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let anyone hear a sob. Life had hardened her. She had buried all her sobs deep inside her.
Saumya heard the click of the door and heard someone walk in. She didn't bother face whoever had walked in.
"Chal tarana, kaam pe jaane ka waqt hogaya hai."
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Harman frantically drove, his patience wearing thin.
Everything was getting on his nerves, the honking of the cars, the constant ringing of his phone,even the barking of unsuspecting dogs.
He had been in Mumbai for 2 days already and there was no progress.
He had barely slept or eaten just so he wouldn't lose time and could continue to search for saumya but to no avail.
Each time he felt he had caught the sand it just ended up slipping through his fingers.
It didn't matter how tightly he closed his fist.
"Ugghh!" he yelled, punching the steering wheel in frustration.
Harman came to a halt at the traffic light.
"Kahan ho? Kahan ho saumya?" He whispered as he scanned his surroundings for the slightest bit of hope.
"Will I ever find you? You told me you loved me through that letter. Will I ever get to express my feelings?
Is our relationship, our love really not meant to be?" Harman whispered in a broken voice.
He had closed his eyes in dismay when he heard the distant sound of clapping. But not regular clapping, the kind of clapping that--
Harman opened his eyes and jerked his head up. Across the road he saw someone in a bright red sari, clapping and asking for money. A eunuch.
"Shayad inhe kuch pata ho, ke saumya kahan hai"
As soon as the light turned green
Harman took a u-turn and parked his jeep in front of a shop.
He got out hurriedly and ran to catch up to her.
"Suniye! Excuse me," he called out as he ran.
Desperate to get hold of her, his one clue to saumya.
Harman finally caught up and put his hand on her shoulder to halt her.
"Phew, thank God you stopped mujhe aap se kuch pooch na tha."
He turned her around to face him.
"Kya aap saumya--"
Silence.
That's all there was despite being on the side of a busy road. Atleast that's what It felt like to harman.
Every sound in the world had been drowned out by the sound of harman's heartbeats.
"Saumya" Harman breathed in disbelief.
Tears formed at the brim of his eyes threatening to make their way down. But why he was crying he didn't know.
Partly because he had finally found her, partly because he found her doing exactly what she never wanted to do. Ever.
Partly because she looked so defeated in life. It just broke his heart in two.
"Saumya, saumya i- I can't believe I finally found you. Maine tumhe itna yaad kiya. Mujhe maaf kardo main tumhara khayal nahi rakh saka. Tumhe protect nahi karsaka. Meri wajah se tumhe aaj yeh sab--" Harman broke into sobs.
Unable to control himself pulled saumya to his chest and engulfed her in a warm embrace. He buried his head in her hair as he mumbled 'I missed you' repeatedly.
If It were up to him he would have never ended that hug. However saumya pulled away.
Her eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Aapko koi ghalti hui hai main saumya nahi hoon, mera naam tarana hai. Aap kaun hain?"
Saumya resumed her clapping.
Harman couldn't stand to see that sight and stopped her.
"Bas karo, please ab tumhe yeh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main aagaya hoon na."
"Meri yehi pehchan hai, mujhe yehi karna hoga."
With saumya started walking away leaving a shattered harman.
"Gulabo"
Saumya stopped dead in her tracks, eyes full of tears.
Still refusing to face him.
"Tum aise kyun bolrahi ho? Please aise mat behave karo na. Main nahi bardash karpaonga. Please. Kyun karrahi ho aisa?"
"Kyunke main aapke layak nahi hoon."
Saumya said in a small voice.
"Pehle main aapki biwi ban ne ke layak nahi thi. Ab toh main aapse baat karne ke layak tak nahi hoon."
Harman came in front of saumya and grabbed her by the arms.
"Iska faisla main karoonga tum nahi, chalo mere saath."
He began to pull her but saumya was quick to let go.
"nahi yehi meri duniya hai"
"Tumhari duniya mere saath hai. Samjhi"
For the first time saumya looked up into harman's eyes.
"Kab tak? Kab tak bacheynge aap aur ma mujhe?
Mujhe koi accept nahi karega. Kab tak main apne apno ko museebat main daloon gi. Aap mujhe mere haal pe chor dijiye. Meri koi ahmiyat nahi. Mere hone na hone se koi farak nahi parega."
Harman angrily grabbed her arms and shook her as if to shake some sense into her.
"Mujhe. Farak. Parhta. Hai! Samjhi? Kya meri feelings ki koi ahmiyat nahi hai? Tumne apna pyaar ka bata diya mujhe.
Lekin mujhe apna pyaar express karne ka mauka nahi dogi? I LOVE YOU. suna tumne I love you. I love you Gulabo."
Saumya couldn't believe her ears. Her fate. Was this really happening? Her feelings were being reciprocated.
"Humare rishtey ko koi accept-" Saumya began.
" I don't care. Mujhe koi farak nahi parhta. Main bas itna janta hoon ke main tumhare beghair nahi reh paoonga"
Neither of them had any words to express after this they just kept staring at each other.
"Tum saumya ko nahi le ja sakte." A voice broke in.
Harman turned around and came face to face with saya.
"Saumya humari hai. Woh meri beti hai."
"Saumya koi cheez nahi hai. Jispe tum apna haq jatao aur na hi woh tumhari beti hai. Kuch nahi lagti woh tumhari.
Woh meri biwi hai aur main usse lekar jaraha hoon. Aur agar tumne Mujhe rokne ki koshish ki. Ya usse kabhi dobara lejane ki koshish ki. Toh main wohi karoonga jo mujhe bohut pehle kardena chahiye tha. Main tumhare against kidnapping aur harassment ka case karoonga. Samjhi? Chalo saumya"
With that he held saumya's wrist and took her with him.
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Saumya hadn't said a word since she had sat down in the jeep. It's like she had been through months of mental stress and had just given up. Harman looked at her. She had fallen asleep an hour ago.
Saumya hadn't said a word since she had sat down in the jeep. It's like she had been through months of mental stress and had just given up. Harman looked at her. She had fallen asleep an hour ago.
He couldn't even imagine the pain she had Been through in these last few months. Harman wished he could take it all away. But he couldn't.
But what he could do was fill the rest of her life with happiness.
Harman swore to himself He would help her gain self confidence so she could go through life with her head held high.
Without needing anyone. Not even him. He would never leave her side.
This sunrise would mark the beginning of their life together.
Yes the road ahead would not be easy.
They would have to face a lot.
But they would take on the world together.
They may lose their way but they will always their way back to each other.
He will always find her...
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