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His head hurt too much. His body hurt too much. It seemed that everything hurt too much. Slowly, his sense started to send reports back to his brain. There were bruises and cuts and scrapes and maybe some breaks. He kept his eyes closed, not because he didn't want to see where he was, but he thought it would hurt too much to open them.
"So is this your final decision? You dont want our relation?" he looked up from his spot at her with pain sorrow and fear
She couldnt answer him. Is it that easy to forget everything. Forget how he had captivated her and forced into marriage and forced her to do all those things for which she cant forgive him ever.
She nods her head curtly and takes few step away from him.
Uma's face drains and he desperately nods his head in No.
" cant you...! ..can't you forget everything ...we can have fresh start. A new begining where there will be no remorse, no anger ..no pain...just you and me..."
Kanak's lips twisted upward in a smile. Her eyes holds pain yet she managed to take control of her feelings.
" I am doing same. I want to forget everything and go back to my old life. And thus i want my memories to not have you in it...i want to forget our marriage "
she turns her back to him , walks. Uma felt as if his heart is been tear from his chest seeing her leaving him.
" dharm me shadi marte dam tak hoti nahi tut sakti. Pati or patni ka sambandh, mere ya tumhare chahne se nahi tut sakta." his voice went firm , he stood in his full lenght yet a single tear rolled out of his eyes.
"Shadi do insano ka nahi. Do dilo ka rishta hai. Jaha do dil ki manzoori zaruri hai." she kept her feet firm in argument...
" sirf isliye ke ye rishta apki marzi ka nahi. Apka ye bhool jana ke humari shadi hui he nahi. Ye sahi nahi hai."
He took few slow steps towards her.
"Humari patni ho aap. Hume humare rishte ko mauka dena chahiye"
Kanak nods in no ..she lets out a laugh which didnt reach her eyes.
" ruko..thehro.. Thande dimag se socho...agar hum ek dhage me bandhe hai to koi marzi hogi us bhagwan ki. "
" bhagwan nahi.. Apki...ap apne ap ko samjhte kya ho..apki marzi aoke 63 ki ladnu zameen pe chalti hogi. Magar mere liye..ap kuch nahi ho...na bhagwann...na dharm ke thekedar...ap...sirf ek kamzor insan ho jise apni bat manwani ki aadat pad chuki hai..but sorry. Mujhpe apki itni shudh hindi or bogus bato ka koi asar nahi hoga. Isliye please...mujhe baksh dijiye.."
She took few hasty steps away from him. Her eyes grew wider when she felt her wrist in grip of a strong hand.
"...leave me...kya kr rahe ho aap?" she struggle to set her hand free.
" ap mano ya na mano...ap mere ho!" with that he lifted her in his arms and brought her back to his bed...shutting the door in process..
A soft whisper followed right after that like someine just retaliated his own firm decision.
" sirf mere..."
