He walked out of the living hall in a nonchalant attitude, flicking his Coat over his right shoulder. She looked at his retreating figure. They were right. "Bhaiya badal gaye hai!" Not a glare. Not a word. Not a tiny bit of wave of anger on his face. How could it be? He was Sadu Singh Oberoi! "Gussa toh unke naak pe rehta hai, !" She said to herself in her head. Where was the Shivaay she knew? OmRu looked at her giving her the see-we-told-you look. She nodded at them, indicating that she will do something about it.
From spitting out Black Coffee and calling it Kaali Coffee, to insulting the chopper, oops, helicopter as she called it. She did everything. Not a response.
She purposefully, loitered around him all day, using her weirdest words, wrongly pronouncing all the words he had taught her, not a bit of frustration did he show.
She sighed and sat on the sofa, right opposite to the one on which he sat. He glanced up from his laptop screen and giving a cold look, he looked back into the screen.
She flipped through the pages of a magazine, thinking about all that, that could angry him. She went back in a mini-flashback, and she smiled as she found the clue. This one would surely work. She cleared her throat, unlocking her mobile she dialed a number.
He was paying attention to her though he dint look up to see her. He knew very well what she wanted. But he was no less, if she had a problem with him not screaming and getting angry at her, he would make sure she was irritated further. If his cold attitude din't go well with her, he would be as cold as ice. Serves her well for breaking him.
"Hello, Rohit...!"
At once his muscles tensed, the name setting a spark in his heart as he remembered a scene from the past. She looked at him, why wasn't he giving his typical SSO glare.!?
She dragged sweet sugar coated words, speaking to him like more than a friend. His blood boiled as he heard her out loud and clear, but he dint bulge a bit. Reminding himself-"Mujhe Farak Nahi Padta!"
Omkara on the other end of the line had a hard time not cracking up, as he not only heard his Bhaabhi out but also saw the scene from the upper floor. He had read his brother's eyes. He tried hard not to laugh out and spoil the game. Thank God, She had chosen to call him Over Rudra.!
"Good Going Bhaabhi..! Farak padh raha hai bas dikhna Baaki hai!" He said to her.
Anika was beyond annoyed. Does he really not care? Speak Mr.SSO, otherwise I m going to get angry !She frowned, grumpily.
And she played her masterstroke-"Kya...Aaj Raat Ko...? Dinner..! Nahi...Okay ab main mana kar sakti hoon kya..!? " she faked giggles and shyness. Omkara had to run inside his room to keep himself from Laughing.
While she ended the call, gave him a last look and proceeded to her room, purposely humming a peppy Bollywood number.
As soon as she went he looked at her leaving. Looked? No Glared. How dare she fix a dinner date with that stupid Rohit.
And leaving his laptop carelessly he walked out to the garden for some fresh air. He walked in back, far more composed, with "Mujhe Farak Nahi Padta Hai! " running in loop in his head.
He wanted his file which was in the room. Or maybe he just wanted to go to the room. He entered inside to see her running from one end to the other, clothes scattered, on the bed and she was over the phone talking to Chandra about which color suited her more.
"Red? Haan Red..theek thak lagta hai!"
What is she so excited about in life? About the dinner date, a voice in his head spoke up. Mujhe farak nahi padta hai.
He went to his cupboard brought out the file and walked back, out, without showcasing any emotion.
As he went she rushed to the window and saw him go towards his study. "Iss Baagad Bille Ko Kya Ho Gaya...Meow tak nahi kiya!" She sat by the bed, mad over her failed plan.she called Rudra, her to go person for plans. Omkara was anyway having a busy time with his pregnant wife, and he was the last person to encourage pretence.
She looked unconvinced listening to Rudra. "NAHI Rudra.. Wo kuch zyada ho jaayega...!"
He finally managed to convince her using his ever popular logic. And she gave a nod.
Rudra purposely stood outside Shivaay's study and spoke out loudly, "Arey Sumo... Aaj Bhaabhi ...I mean Anika Didi dinner pe jaa rahi hai, bas Nikalti Hi Hongi, toh aaj nahi kal Skype karenge...!" He purposely said, aloud and clear the words he wanted Bhaiya to hear, and ran out of there. He counted and within 30 his brother was out and walking towards his room."O Yee...Main itna smart kaise hoon...like How?" Praising himself he left his hiding position and walked towards his room.
Anika looked at herself, in the mirror. The moment she pulled the dress a little down from the bottom, she had to pull it up from the top. How did the models even wear the damn thing!? He would surely fume and kill her for sure. How she wished she had stuck to her first decision of not doing all this at all.
She heard footsteps. She was tempted to go hide under the bed. But no, she had to make him angry. He needed to be himself.
Sending up a prayer she started playing her part. "Arey ye lip gloss kahan gaya..! " She heard him enter the room but pretended to be lost in her own world oblivious to his presence.
Her alarm rang. Smiling she swiped it off and pretended to answer a call."Haan bas...main ready hoon...haan address hai ...!" Before she could speak further. The phone was in pieces, scattered over the floor. She smiled slightly and hiding it she looked up at him.
She trembled a bit as she saw his glistening green eyes with falme of rage. She gulped as he took slow steps towards her like a predator. She gulped hard and finally managed to let her voice out."Shivaay.."
He only came closer. Trembling, seeing the rage in his eyes she walked backwards until she hit the wall. She only wanted to anger him, let him shout and that's it. She had crossed the limit as she feared. She saw that Fire, That Burning Stubborn Fire in his eyes, the one which always left her in tears of pain. He hit the wall hard, caging her, bringing his face close to hers. His eyes digging into hers, barely any gap for air between them.
"Shivaay..!" She let out a trembling whisper which sounded more like a plea.
"How dare you?"
She breathed hard as he hit his hand on the wall harder than before. "I asked how dare you Anika!"
She had to be strong, she spoke up, "Meri Life hai Main Jo Karoon!"
"Aur kitna?" He glared.
She looked confused.
"Aur Kitna, Maarogi Mujhe.!" He aksed, and the next moment he turned throwing the vases and statues on the ground, letting them break into minute pieces.
She gasped."Shivaay!" She said aloud, trying to make him realise what he was doing, as he went on creating havoc in the room, kicking, punching and throwing things here and there. He hit a hard punch on the mirror, seeing her as his pain reflected in his eyes. He looked at her, and punched harder again the broken pieces piercing his fist. "Shivaay! " she screamed, moving towards him.
"No...Don't you come closer,...!" he warned, his eyes shining with a frantic madness. Her eyes widened and she stopped in track, nodding her head in a no.
" Aur Dard?" He smacked his fist yet again ! His hand now covered with blood and small pieces of the glass.
"Shivaay!" She ran to him holding his right wounded fist.
He pushed her slightly and stepped back, "Aur Dard doon...??" And he lifted his fist yet again to strike at the glass wall hanging. His eyes not leaving hers for a minute, making sure she witnessed every damn thing.She stopped his hand in time. And slapped him on his cheek. "Aap paagal ho gaye hain Shivaay!" she spoke in pain and hurt."Really?" Clenching his jaw muscles, he asked her to leave him-"Chodo..!"
"Nahi!" She said in anger.
He held her hand with his left twisting it behind her back. She winced in pain and he immediately loosened the hold, yet held it captive. He forced his other hand free. And yet again he striked the fist, this time at the glass wall hanging shattering into pieces, she cried his name, helpless as she witnessed him hurt himself.
"Shivaay.. Nahi...Please nahi...!" She cried. He looked at her still in anger. His arm pained but it was nothing compared to the pain she had given him. He raised his hand once again, a crazy madness ruling him, he moved his fist closer to the next wall hanging, she nodded in a no. And he moved his harm swiftly to strike it. Unable to see anymore she cried and let her forehead rest against his shoulder, while her right hand remained captive in his left at her back, and her left swayed helplessly in hand trying to get hold of his arm. But this time there was no clicking sound of the broken glass there was silence, occasionally pierced by her sobs. "Mat kijiye please...!" He had stopped his arm in mid air as he looked at her.
"Kyun Anika, See it, !! I want you to see it..!" He said his voice commanding. She din't bulge and continued to cry, her head against his shoulder. He let her arm loose and slightly jerking behind he made her look up. Cupping her chin gently with gis now free hand, he turned her face to his other hand."Anika dehko...!"
Her sobs grew into bitter cries. He clenched his jaw muscles and jerked slightly to hit the glass hanging. She stopped him. Pulling his arm back and hugged him in the process, pushing him away towards the other wall. She hugged him tighter. "Bas kariye..!" She cried. Her bare arms around his back, her body pasted into his, her chin over his shoulder. He let his hands be in mid air as he stood their like a stone. Staring at nothing but blank air.
"Leave . Me. Anika.!" He spoke in his stone har crisp voice.
She hugged him tighter.
"I said leave me!" He said his voice growing strong and loud.
He pushed her away slightly.
"Stay away! Aren't you happy, Anika? I m giving myself pain, you like to see me in pain? Yea...!" He said rocking her shoulders back and froth and then walked towards the unbroken hanging. She came in between and stood their, her gaze painful boring into his eyes. "Move!" He commanded. She nodded in a no.
She slapped him, "Shivaay please bas kijiye..! Please...!"
He looked at her devastated beyond repair.
He pulled her and she collided into his chest. "Please bas kijiye, bahut dard ho raha hai..mat kijiye.!" She dragged down unable to stand. He held her by the arm before she could fall. His eyes shining with tears of pain. Jerking her arm, he made her look at him. Her eyes red due to all the crying. She looked broken. "I m breaking myself Anika, this is what you wanted, right? Main toot raha hoon!"
She looked at him. She wanted to hate him forever at the moment.
"Aap me mujhe tod diya...!"
She fell to the floor crying.
He stepped backwards until he hit the wall. He stumped down on the floor against the wall, his eyes lifeless. The pain in his hand was nothing. His heart bled.
Both stayed there like that on the floor, broken.
Sometimes the situations go out of hand. And so did this one. She wanted to bring him back, little did she know, she had hurt him so much. He had pushed away the Shivaay whose hurt could be harmful, he din't want to hurt Her or himself, Never THEM.
His pain, his hurt, his vulnerability came out not as anger but as fire that left both of them burnt.
She cried not because she was hurt, but becauseshe realized how much she had hurt him.
He cried, because he always gave her pain, be it the pain of his own hurt.
Hopelessly in Love, They Only Knew Pain.
"Gum Ko Aazmaane De,
Dil Ko Chot Khaane De...!"
Let us feel the pain,
Let the heart hurt...
Because this emotion, called "Ishq"
Is a package.
It has Hurt Too..!
P.S
Okay this was supposed to be Comedy and Romance, but turned out to be this.
I m trying hard to write humour its just ain't happening.!!
Would love to read your reviews on this one.!
Seher Hone Ko Hai
Anupamaa
