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I saw that promo where KaIra are officially divorced. I was numb at first but then this story crossed my mind. This is just a little story that I would try to finish in 10-15 chapters. This is how I want KaIra milan of course. Temme if I should continue or not. It will be continued solely on your feedback. Not proofread so please excuse the mistakes.
"Naira! Tu apna project bhool rahi." Naksh came running from inside Singhania Sadan with a black file that had Naira's six night and seven day's hard work. "Oh Ganga Mayyia. Thanks Bhai." She took the file from him and kept safely in her bag. It was worth thirty marks of her internal assessment. She quickly gave him a hug and bid him bye. She was already late for her college today. "Drive safely." Naksh shouted from behind when he saw the car speeding a bit. Naitik didn't want her to drive to the college, "Princess. Khud drive karke jaane ki kya zaroorat? We have drivers for the same thing. It's not safe." Losing his wife in a car accident, it was difficult for Naitik to let anyone drive, especially his Princess. "Papa, please. Mujhe pata hai aapko meri fikr hai but aap hi chahte the na main independent banu? Main nahi chahti Papa ki mujhe phir kisika wait karna pade. Papa, main phirse kisike chod jaane ka dukh nahi seh paungi." She had that lump in her throat. "Okay beta. But promise me you'll drive safely. Please." Naitik asked. Naira had hugged him and soaked his shirt in her tears. He knew his princess needed him. They have divorced but the broken pieces of yesterday still did pierce her.
"Kartik. Mujhe tumse kuch baat karni thi beta. Tum free ho abhi?" Suwarna asked Kartik who was sitting on the study table since yesterday night preparing some presentation. Workaholic was his word. He wanted to get back to drinking but every time he opened the bottle two faces crossed his mind; his Dad and HER. Haan. Ab usko bhulane ke liye drink bhi nahi kar sakta tha vo. So he decided to drown himself in work. Shayad usse kaam ban jaaye. "Haan boliye Maa?" Kartik looked at her closing the laptop he was working on. "Main soch rahi thi ki...ki kab tak tum yun hi jeeoge. I mean tumhara divorce hue ek mahina ho gya hai. I think you should remarry. Maine ladki bhi dekh li hai. I'm sure tumhein pasand aayegi." Suwarna was cheerful once again. What! Remarry? Kartik was too numb to say anything. "It's okay if you don't want to say anything as of now. We can talk about it some time later. But beta tum aise hi toh puri zindagi nahi kaat sakte. Tumhein kisi ki toh zaroorat padegi. Pyaar toh chahiye hi hota hai life mein. Meri baaton ke baare mein sochna zaroor." Suwarna left him with that. It was again stinging there where his heart lies. "Uska pyaar toh hai Maa. Maana ki humara divorce ho gya hai par ab bhi vo mujhe har jagah har ghadi nazar aati hai. Main kya karu Maa. Mujhse nhi ho pa raha. Main bhula nhi paa raha usko. I'm sorry Maa." Tears did tickle down his eyes.
"Good morning Naira. You done with the project?" Kunal asked from behind. She smiled and turned back to look at him, her one of the source of happiness. "Good morning. Haan mera project toh ho gya. I'm sure tera nhi hua hoga." She smacked on his biceps playfully and giggled. "Haan yaar. Tu toh jaanti hi hai mera. Yeh project and all humse na ho payega. Dad nhi chahte na ki main udaipur aake apni padhai complete karu toh I swear main Mumbai se kabhi nhi aata. Udaipur mein koi life hai. Huh." He said and looked sideways and smiled. He loved teasing her. "Haww. Ek samundra ke alawa sab kuch toh hain yahan Udaipur mein. Aur uski tujhe koi zaroorat to padti nahi. Tune dekha hi kitna hai Udaipur ko." Naira defended her city. Though most of her life she had lived out of it but her love for this city never went away. "Kabse toh keh raha hoon mujhe ghuma de apne sheher mein but tu maane tab na." Kunal laughed. "Okay okay. Chal diya vaada, tujhe iss Sunday ko pakka ghuma dungi voh bhi Tina style mein." Her eyes sparkled on that name. Haan voh Rishikesh apne bure waqt mein gyi thi but she spent some of the best years of her life. "Ab yeh Tina kaun hai?" Kunal was confused. "Hai ek ladki, thodi pagal si, chanchal si, jiske aankhon mein sapne the aur jisse vo pyaar karti thi unke liye kuch karne ka junoon. Lambhi kahani hai. Baad mein batati hoon. Abhi class ke liye late ho raha. Let's go." Both went inside the classroom.
"Sunn. Tu ghar aa raha na aaj? Dadi kitne dino se tujhe yaad kar rahi thi. Tu aa jaana aaj. Otherwise woh naraz-waraz ho gayi toh I'm not taking the responsibility of it." Naira said stuffing in the Aaloo Paratha Badi Dadi gave. "Oh I forgot. Yeh Badi Dadi ne tere liye bheja hai." She kept the extra tiffin box that was in her bag on the table. "Oh wow. Mera favourite, gulab jamun. Badi Dadi is such a sweetheart. I love her. God!" Kunal put one of those delicious gulab jamuns in her mouth that melted in no time. "Yum!!" He licked his fingers and put some more in his mouth. "Naira, tu meko lift degi apne ghar tak?" Kunal said still licking his fingers. "Sure." Naira said laughing at his antics. "Bas kar. Ab ungliyan kha jaayega kya?" Naira chuckled looking at him. "Badi Dadi ne itna accha banaya hi hai." Kunal said sheepishly. And their jokes and banter continued till the bell rang for the next lecture.
"What the hell!" Kartik growled throwing the file on the floor that slid and stopped near the feet of the employee who was bowing his head down standing in front of the monster, that's what they called him. "What's this Singh? Itni galtiyan in just one file. Bloody hell! I pay you for doing your job right and not for doing these mistakes. Mere paas itna time nahi hai ki har ek employee ki har file ko correct karta firu. Take the file and get lost." His face was red. "Tum gussa karte ho toh tumhara chehra laal ho jaata hai bilkul tamatar ki tarah. You look hotter." He saw Naira sensually moving her fingers on his face. And he smiled looking at her. "Sorry Sir." The employee grabbed the file and ran out of the cabin as fast as he could. His voice brought Kartik out of his dreamland. He looked here and there but there was no Naira. It was one of those beautiful hallucinations he gets every single day. He couldn't take it, and there it was, all the things on the table, on the ground. The photo frame broke and the glass pieces pierced his skin and the flesh tearing it apart cutting some of the blood vessels and blood oozed out without control and he sat at the foot if the table looking in oblivion letting his hand drown in the blood. It hurts no more, he told himself. It does hurt sweetheart, his heart replied.
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PS: Sorry for the crap title 😆. Suggest me something new please 😳
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