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Sun teri daastaan, O Mirzyaaa...
Hello! Haven't posted anything for a long time now. Was busy with this and that. This was originally supposed to be a oneshot but then it got longer so I had to divide it into two!
Let me know if you guys are interested in the second part. Also, your thoughts and ideas on the ending of this one will be much appreciated!
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She chooses the night, because the dead of the night is the perfect time to leave without any trace. She walks out without taking anything after placing the symbols of her marriage beside his lamp. The keys of her car, a gift from Shivaay, goes beside it in the small tray. The Shankar murti which is a gift from Rudra and Saumya stays beside the tiny box which is still wrapped in a shiny paper, a gift from Omkara on the table. She hasn't opened it and doesn't plan on doing it. Everything in the room stays untouched as she walks out softly closing the door behind her.
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He wakes up to an unfamiliar feeling of emptiness that overwhems him. The reason, he finds out is her absence beside him. Before he can check the nursery for her, his eyes catch sight of the things placed neatly on the table. It is enough to confirm the fact that his very worst nightmare I coming true.
It takes him just a little over an hour to find her after destroying almost everything that can be shattered in his room. She is still within the city limits, walking aimlessly or so it seems. The first glimpse of her sends relief rushing through him harder than any drug he has been addicted to.
He has her locked in his arms within moments, breathing her in. Because in the hour that he has spent looking for her, he has died over a thousand deaths. She doesn't hug him back, a fact he notices with a sinking heart. He pulls back to look at her face which is devoid of any emotion, it is jarring to see her like this. Pure agony, to see the girl once so full of life, standing before him like a statue.
"How dare you? How dare you walk out like this?" his angry tone does nothing to shake her resolve.
"Don't I deserve at least a bloody letter?" he asks with barely controlled anger.
"Humaare paas kehne ke liye kuch tha hi nahi. Kya likhte? she answers back finally, not daring to look him in the eyes.
"Really? Fine words after more than a year of marriage and a pair of twins. You're saying you have nothing to say after taking a step that has the potential to destroy both of us? Lafzon ki kachhi to kabhi nahi thi tum Gauri, he taunts.
"Aap hume jaante hi kitna hai?" she raises her eyes to his in challenge even as she flushes at the reminder. The storm raging behind the dark orbs is quite clear and it hurts. Just looking at him hurts because he is everything she has wanted and the pain is something she is not ready to deal with. She suppresses a shiver of fear that threatens to run through her.
"Biwi ho meri. Bohot ache se jaanta hu mai tumhe," he again tries to curve an arm around her waist. She immediately steps back, not trusting herself to not break down completely at his proximity.
"Nahi hai hum aapki biwi. Nahi maante aap iss shaadi ko," she yells back at him.
"So you'll just leave?" he asks with narrowed eyes. He stays indifferent to the sudden raise of her voice.
"Yes. Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" she asks with confusion.
"There are a lot of things that I want Gauri and I'm not even close to getting even one of them!" he's angry, its clear. But she is unable and too tired to comprehend the reason behind it. As far as she is concerned, he should actually be throwing a party.
"Aap hi ne to jaane ke liye kaha tha. Agar hum bachho ko le jaane ki baat karte to aap phir hume galat samajhte aur kehte ki mai unhe bhi Oberoi khaandaan ke paison ke liye istemaal karungi. Issiliye hum bas chale aaye," she sniffs as she explains out her actions to him.
"saari galat jagah tumhaare dimaag ka chalna zaruri hota hai? Kal jab vo dono mujhse apni maa ke baare me puchenge tab mai unhe kya jawaab du?" he asks when she refuses to look at him.
"tell them that their mother is dead. Or better yet tell them that their mother is the one that you are married to, the woman you will marry. Bas yeh mat bataana ki unki maa ek badchalan..." she is too overwhelmed to complete her sentence as she struggles to hold back tears.
"Gauri!" he roars her name. Because he knows, he just knows that she is nothing that he has previously labelled her to be.
"just tell them I'm dead, please," she replies in an alarmingly dead tone.
"So, our kids will grow up without their parents?" he holds back the urge to shake some sense in her.
The realisation of what he is implying wrenches a scream of his name from her. "Omkara!"
A faint hope takes hold of him at the sound of his name from her lips without the 'ji' tagging along.
"I'll die bef-"a moment later she has her palm flattened against his lips, cutting off his ability to talk.
"Let me go, Omkara," her voice is lifeless, tone begging. She again uses his name and he is sure he would have gladly agreed to anything and everything that she asks for using it. Except for this. He covers her hand with his, pressing his lips to her palm in a warm kiss. She tries to pull her hand away but he tightens his hold.
"I simply refuse to let you go." He says with a note of finality. Had it been anyone else, they would have backed down, known that the argument is lost. But no, it isn't anyone else. It is this infuriating, stubborn woman, his tiny wife who also happens to have an inexplicable hold on his heart. It astonishes him, this hold that she has on him, it grows stronger by the second, because Omkara Singh Oberoi never does anything for anyone. But for this woman, he knows he will do all kinds of crazy things.
"Yeh kehne ka aur koi tareeqa nahi hai humaare paas aur hum aapko chot bhi nahi pohochaana chahte par... hum Maaji nahi banna chahte. Nahi jee sakte hum uss tarah aur naa hi apne bacchho ko ek aur Omkara bante dekh sakte hai. Hume maaf kar dijiye," she tries to pull her hand away. He lets her only to press it against his cheek, savouring the warmth.
"Gauri, tum Mom kabhi nahi ban sakti. Yeh tumne aaj prove kar diya. You are strong enough to walk away from me and everything you hold dear. Mom yeh kabhi nahi kar paayi. Aur dusra Omkara? Kya tumhe sach me lagta hai mai apne bachhe ke saath aisa hone dunga?" his words force her to look at him.
"Gauri, tum meri wo aadat ho jo ab nasha ban chuki hai. Aadatein badli jaa sakti hai par nasha? Nasha nahi badla jaata," he tugs on her hand to pull her closer, this time she doesn't resist.
He is right, she has the courage to walk away. His words make sense; then his arms come around her, enveloping her in a familiar warmth and the train of thoughts stops for a while. But it is all wrong. He is not supposed to be here sprouting out words that jeopardise her resolve. He isn't supposed to be here, period. He isn't supposed to be asking her the reasons for leaving when it is he who has been so adamant on throwing her out of his life. And his words... As much as she wants to, she can't believe them. She doesn't want to pace her trust in them.
"So, you just woke up to the realization that you need me? Khilona samjha hai aapne mujhe? Jab marzi pade tab le kar khel lo, matlab nikal jaane par use phenk do. Yeh situation me, uss khilone ko apni zindagi se dafa hone ke liye keh do. Aaj aap yeh sab keh rahe hai, phir do din baad kahenge dur ho jaao meri nazron se. tum jaisi giri hui ladki ke saath koi rishta nahi hai mera. Sach kahe? Hum me ab yeh sab sunne ki taaqat nahi hai aur na hi har din apna dill tudvaane ka koi shauq hai hume. Ha hai hum ek giri hui ladki; aur ab yeh giri hui ladki aapse bina kuch maange humesha ke liye aapki zindagi jaa rahi hai. Khush ho jaiye." She screams at him, trying to jerk herself out of his hold.
She stumbles as he suddenly lets her go...
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What do you guys want Gauri to do? This could go both ways. I have most of the second part written, just need to insert a little bit of angst. Omkie already knows the right words to use to make her come with him and he will definitely try.
And did you get the title of this? Sound off in the comments!
Part 2: page 7
Part 3: page 13
