Kalyani, the girl - no, the woman, who had grown up overnight because of him, but had still managed to keep her innocence, was certainly lost now too. She had once again lost his trust. It was no secret that their relationship was hanging by a thread, but looking at what it was now, he lost the trust he had within him too.
He knew, he knew that not trusting her was stupid. The last time he had not listened to her, and managed to destroy both their lives. And in his heart, he knew, that Kalyani would not lie to him, and she practically couldn't, even if she tried. But it didn't convince his head. It had seen too much pain to trust Kalyani in just one instance.
However, his eyes did not decieve him when he saw Raosaheb commit suicide. He knew now that he had once again made a mistake not trusting Kalyani. She and Maai really didn't know the truth of the accident. The truth, that Raosaheb was driving the car the night of the accident. And Aausaheb was just silent throughout the ordeal, because she was hiding this.
And as all settled down, he looked to Aausaheb, over Raosaheb's sleeping form, and he could notice in his periphery, that everyone was awaiting his reaction. He wanted to know only one thing, right now, at this moment, he just wanted to know how could Aausaheb do this to him. So when Aausaheb looked back at him, he asked, "Kyun Aausaheb, kyun kiya aapne aisa, aap toh sachai jaanti thi naa, aapne kyun nahi bataya mujhe? Ki aapne nahi Raosaheb ne accident kiya tha, aakhir kyun?"
And she got up from beside her husband, and went to Kalyani, she grabbed her by the arm and brought Kalyani with herself, in front of him, she looked him in the eye, and asked, "Kitne mahine huye hai tumhari shaadi ko?" And bewildered, he looked to Kalyani, who was looking at Aausaheb with the same expression as he imagined he himself had. He looked to Aausaheb and said, "Char mahine! Char mahine ho gaye humari shaadi ko." He answered.
Aausaheb looked at him and said, nostalgically, "Aur chalees saal hogaye hai humari shaadi ko." And once again, he had been rendered clueless. He knew nothing of the objective behind this line of questioning. He had questioned hardened criminals, but he could not crack the words of this older, experienced woman in her prime.
Noticing his confusion Aausaheb said, "Malhar, aaj jab bhi tum takleef mein hote ho, pareshan hote ho, musibat mein hote ho, toh humesha Kalyani ko apne pass paate ho. Woh humesha khadi hoti hai tumhara saath dene ke liye. Kya kabhi usse pucha hai ki woh tumhara saath kyun deti hai?"
Speechless, he looked to Kalyani and saw her looking away from him. He never had, actually asked her, why did she do all of these things for him? He looked to Aausaheb again and she smiled and said, "Humara rishta bhi humari marzi se nahi hua tha Malhar, par hum iss rishte se zyaada kissi bhi cheez ko ahmiyat nahi dete. Toh agar tumhari patni, joh tumse pyaar bhi nahi karti, jiski zindagi jeene ka haq tumne usse cheen liya hai, jiske saath tum kaisa bartaav karte ho, yeh hum sab ne dekha hai, wohi patni, jisse shaadi karke tumhe sirf chaar mahine hue hai, tumhare liye apni jaan daav par laga sakti hai toh hume toh Raosaheb ke saath 40 baras ho gaye. Unke liye ek accident ki zimmedaari toh hum le hi aakte hai na Malhar."
Malhar was stunned. He had never expected to be reprimanded in such a way. He was blown. He looked to Kalyani, and noticed how she avoided his gaze at all costs. He noticed Maai and Kaka looking at him. He was lost for words. All he could do was nothing. He was blank. So he did what he always did when he had nothing to say. He ran away, he ran away from the questions, question for which he was answerable. He ran away from taking responsibility, for actions for which he was accountable. He ran away from Kalyani, for Kalyani's own sake. He had vowed to himself, that he'd be nice to her, he had failed. He did what he had always done when he had failed he ran away.
He had always known, that it was always better to be slapped with a truth, than kissed with a lie.
He had experienced a slap today, in the form of truth.