"Kaun ho tum haa? Kaun ho tum? Yeh... yeh bholi bhaali sweet si Gauri? Nahi... umhara asli chehra toh main jaanta hoon... tum voh Gauri ho jiski wajah se kaali thakur ki biwi nein apni jaan de di. Tum voh Gauri ho jo Bareilly mein kaali thakur se Shaadi karne waali thi still all of the hatred she saw in his eyes were visible in her heart.
Where was she wrong? What had she done? Were now nothing but words to her. Gauri never expected anything from her life... nor does she now, but the only thing that mattered for her was a place in his heart and respect in his eyes which she knew she would never get.
He was broken long time back. Never could he trust anyone or anything that came near him, except his brothers. Shattered by everyone he had his believe on; broken by each person he respected, he had decided to keep the mercilessly crushed pieces with him alone. Not to even let anyone come near him. Because he knew the one who came near it would also be someone like the people who already have made him the way he is.
But after knowing what the actual truth was, that he was wrong, that he was also like one of those people he hated, he had also crushed an innocent heart; Omkara held the edge of his table with his hand. "Sach bohot saitaan chirota hota hai, itni asaani se nahi dikhta, use bohot dundhna padta hai he remembered the time he had accused her. The time he would have made better.
Who was she for him? He didn't know the answer of. Why did she affect him this much? Was something he couldn't ever figure out. But somehow every single thing in his room reminded him of her. "Kahan ho Gauri was only he could speak. He had gone all through the city to find her, but certainly no traces of her could be noticed.
"Kitne paise chahiyen yahan se jaane ke liye... Iss parivaaar se zyada ghulne milne ki zaroorat nahi hai... Naahi main tumse pyaar karta hoon aur nahi tumhare aur mere beech kabhi bhi pati patni ka rishta ho sakta hai each single word that he spoke with his hatred had ripped her heart thousand times. Every time she tried to forget it; she would get even more drowned in her own misery
"Tum yeh gauri ho, ek giri hui, ghatiya, ghinauni aurat... manta hoon ki tumne mere liye bohot kuch kiya... lekin main tumhari fitrat bhul jaun... tumhe kya lagta hai do chaar din tumse achchi tarah kya baat kar li maine, rai badal di maine tumhare bare mein? Nahi, bilkul nahi... Areey sach toh main bolta hoon lekin kuch sach kadwe hote hain, aur unko dohrane se zindagi kadwi ho jaati hai... and she knew that she was that bitter truth in his life. She crashed down on the ground as she shook while crying. She wanted to shout, she wanted to scream, she wanted to throw herself and slap herself for believing this fairytale to become true.
"Aapke pati ka naam kya hai... Omkaraji he still remembers the small sweet smile on her face while she spoke his name. And every time she came to him he could not leave noticing those hopeful orbs asking him to share his love, to give her what every girl wants, to make her his wife. She never forced him, but the simple things that every girl needs were also not given to her.
What had she ever asked for? An acceptance, love and respect... that was it... and he could not give her even that. What had she ever expected? That he calls her, his wife and that was it... never had she asked for anything or forced him to do anything that he didn't wanted to, even if it shattered her. And what had he given her? "Tum jaise badchalan ladki maine aaj tak nahi dekhi... mujhe tumse aur tumhari sakal se nafrat hai all those words came back to him.
"Hayee kitna pyaar karne wala pati diya hai hume the smile lingering on her lips was something he still had in his mind. The only girl who could feed him anything she wanted to even panipuri and he took it without any objection. The note she left had her heart in it " jab aapko jante tak nahi the , aapse rishta jud gaya. Jab aapse dur nahi reh sakte toh ab jaa rahe hain... hum aapse dur jaa rahe hain Omkaraji, par aap humesha humare dil mein rahenge. The ink on the note was scattered and the words written themselves were the proof of how much had he crushed her innocent heart.
Stopping at the tree shade nearby, she looked at the small statue kept beneath it. Having her Shankerji only left as a hope now she dropped her bag down near the tree and kept her head on the base made for the statue as if trying to sleep in her father's lap "agar aap yahi chahte hain toh yahi sahi a lone tear dropped from her eye.
There was nothing in his room left that could resemble her. All the jewellery she wore or those designer wear didn't even had her essence. Now that he knows who Gauri was, he knew what all she said were actually true. That every single world that she spoke to him were not less than what he always wanted to hear. That she had no intensions of anything that he thought about him. That she loved him. And now what was left was just her memories which had a bit by bit broken soul whose heart was in the hands of a man who had crushed it mercilessly.
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