As this breeze touches my face and run away, my memories about him are also running away from me - yes his memories. I know it's not easy; it's never ever easy for me. But before he asks me to do so, I have to do it. HAVE TO...
We're going to Bareilly back to my home - in fact, I'm going back. Omkaraji - na , Omkara singh oberoi is just accompanying me. I had told him that I would go in a bus but he insisted on dropping me maybe to show dadi that he cares for me. She doesn't know about our badly broken rishta, actually no one knows much.
Even though shivay bhaiyya brought me back and we did all rasams, I was still a giri hui ladki for him - he always used to taunt and hurt me whenever I did anything for him; he used to call all those as an act.
@ First I thought everything would be fine, but no; this relation is only made for name sake.
I now feel that I'm a sunflower. The world always consider lotus as the devoted wife of Sun; but no one ever know about sunflower. Even when it always follows the path of sun, blooms in his presence, falls down in his absence, admire him and love him, the Sun doesn't seem to be known about that love. But still the poor thing continues to do all those. Yes I'M A SUNFLOWER.
Last week the whole family was happy as we came to know that anika bhabhi is from Sinha family - one of the richest families of Mahrashtra. Her family was destroyed by business rivals and the whole family got separated. But now she has only badima and chote papa and their family. They all came last week to the mansion and took her back to her home.
But what followed in the mansion was terrible. My sasurji, Tej singh oberoi asked Omkara to divorce me. He thought that bade bhaiyya had got a good rishta whereas Omkara got an adopted girl as wife.I wasn't sad as we had already planned for divoce days before; but just like pinky chotima used to taunt bhabhi, he raised question about my blood, lineage and parents. I was strong till then, but then I broke down.
After that incident, Omkara left the mansion the next day. He didn't tell me anything; he didn't even console me, I do not expect that but still. Then he came back yesterday and asked me to pack things and go back to my home.
I closed my eyes, I know tears are ready to fall down; but I wouldn't let them to wet my cheek. I wouldn't cry for this man; I don't hate him but it is something like hatred. Even though he is my patidev, I cannot - the dabang Gouri cannot tolerate anyone spoiling her character.
"What are you thinking so deeply?" I was startled to hear this. As I turned I met two deep black eyes which usually has hatred for me...but today , today I am seeing something different in them...Is it just my illusion...
"Don't dare to stare me."He shouted.
Ha... I was wrong, this pair of eyes can never have any other feeling except hatred for me, I know...But back in OM, I have seen some other softer feeling in his eyes for me - when I'm HURT, when I'm SILLY, when I TALK a lot, when I throw my KAMBAKHT...
"Will you miss me gouri". The answer is yes, but this is dabang gouri; I reminded myself.
"No I wouldn't." I lied to him!!!
Om: Ya, you never loved me right?
No answer.
O: you only had a devotion to this jatadhari pati.
G: are you complaining
Silence...
O: what if you will come back??
G: (irritated) I will never come back to you... I never want you back...I never want your love... (Panting)
I switched on the radio. But that song,
"Phir bhi tumko chahunga..." I felt that this song is what my mind is telling to me...
I switched it off immediately
Was his eyes being teary...no...It's mine being wet...his eyes will never be wet for me...
O: You will get a good life in future...for sure.
G: But you wouldn't!!!!
I just pretended to sleep to avoid more questions. But I felt that there was something different in him today...his way of talking...his way of looking...it was more soft...I wondered why??
Maybe as this is the last day of us being together , I might be hallucinating things.We are going to be separated next week...
But as I woke up, I saw that I had reached my home. I was cooking up stories in my mind to tell aayi as to why I had come back.
I reached the doorstep of my home...
But...why is bade bhaiyya opening the door?
