Humari Adhuri Kahani (chapter 14 updated) : LAST CHAPTER - Page 45

Originally posted by: Shinning_Stuti

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Chapter 13:

"All right sir... Will call you back.

Pragya ended the call and sighed looking at the disoriented notes and pieces piled inside the laptop. From a long time she was trying to make a fresh report tracking the complete progress she made in Rohan's case in vein. She has gone through each of her previous notes, listened to each of the recordings that has been witnessed Rohan's confessions multiple times, but whenever she is trying to write a professional case-study about it, strangely she is failing. It is not that she cannot see the whole story building in front of her eyes, it is not that she has lost the track of the case while investigating the route of it inside the maze of Rohan's mind... thing is, she is unable to see this from her professional eyes anymore. The formal lines of the case-study is unable to bear the emotion and pain Rohan's past is trying to convey in his every confession; and Pragya is lost inside that sea of despair... every time...

Pragya sat in front of her laptop, stared at the incomplete report she had just started to write and promised Dr. Sen to send it to him by tomorrow night. It is very important for Rohan, Dr. Sen has particularly told. Especially the whole development in Rohan's mental stature, from the strange incident of Rohan's discovery of that secret passage in the fort to the bizarre change in Rohan's attitude followed by the fight with those rouges of the street. She is not sure where Rohan is lost, and is he still able to come back, and so is Dr. Sen. The mystery of reincarnation is one of the darkest corner of the dark alley of subconscious mind... and if he is completely consumed by it then...

She sighed. She cannot forget Rohan's eyes just after the full-on combat he had with those bunch of goons... that terrifying vacantness of his pupils, the chillness of his stare... Pragya no more knew who that man was, but he was not Rohan... It seemed like someone has possessed Rohan's body and soul completely, in a desperate urge of finding solace in life after spending years of curse.

Or Rohan was not Rohan... had never been Rohan... Maybe he had just hidden himself in a different world under that identity, unable to remember, unable to connect his reality. Maybe he does not belong to the place from where he thinks he is supposed to be... Maybe this is his place... this is the place he belongs to... this is the place he reigns... Maybe this is his reality, and everyone is trying to bring him back to the maze of lie where he will lose himself again... maybe...

Or maybe everyone is lost in their own world of lie...hidden behind a different face... hiding from the reality... Does Pragya belong to the place where she is really supposed to belong? Does Pragya know what is the root of her entity? Or she is also floating in the ocean of uncertainty covering herself in a faade of a secure life... just like Rohan... Only difference is Rohan tries to connect himself from the root of his entity... Pragya does not... She floats... and she floats like a blind...

What the hell was she thinking?? She readily blocked her thought-process scolding herself in mind. Is she going insane? Why the hell does she allow to distract her mind in these baseless thoughts when Rohan needs help? Rohan is not floating in the sea of uncertainty... he is drowning... he is losing himself in the black hole of the mysterious subconsciousness... in the black hole of non-existence... where he will find nothing except loneliness; except vacancy... he will rotate round and round inside his own maze of mind without any destination, without any cause, desperate to find the cause of his existence until death... or maybe after death... after this life... lives after lives... like a cursed soul!

Until he finds a point to return. And that point to return will be the key from his past. The key will be the purpose of his past that his subconscious is trying to remind him. Rohan needs to know it. Pragya can't fail Rohan. Because if she fails Rohan, she will fail herself... Because this has gone too far... it's not just another case in Pragya's career. Rohan's case has a strong connection with her life. She can't understand how... but she can feel it. She has felt it all the day in the fort. She feels it every time Rohan tells her his story. She feels it every time when she tries to accumulate all the bits and pieces of Rohan's past to build a complete story...

And this is the reason she cannot complete the report!

Pragya smiled faintly and pressed the backspace key from the key-pad. The document file became white in no time. She stared at the white page for a long time. Then slowly, very slowly, she touched the keypad... The black letters became visible on the white screen rhythmically.

Pragya started writing... A story of a Princess...'

Long long time ago there lived a princess... God knows how much long time ago... because History only noted the dates of victories and defeats of the powerful kings... it didn't have the time to note down the story of a princess's life... story of her life... story of her defeat... story of her tears... story of her love...'

She was happy in her life... till the day her weary, hazel eyes in an exhausting sandstorm met two eyes. Two bright eyes, as glowing as fire, as clear as crystal... two eyes filled with the fierceness of valiance, the streak of confidence... and satisfaction of mesmerization... She could not help gazing at those eyes; she could not help being enthralled by those eyes... and she let herself to lose in the mystic of those eyes of the stranger...She drowned and drowned in that mystic, without thinking about anything else...

Was this love? The definition of love at first sight? If so, then love is defeat!

Because, the moment she fell in the mesmerizing mesh of those eyes, she was defeated in her life.

And she had to carry those burn of defeat inside her heart for her whole life.

Two drops of tears rolled down Pragya's cheek. She closed her eyes. Her heart was aching in an unknown pain. God knows why!

The river sings her own songs, the breeze of the cold night writes his own poem on the canvas of the clear sky... she keeps on staring at that dark blue canvas curved with small shining stars. Nights after night she keeps on gazing at those stars, counting them, trying to touch the rhyme of their loneliness. Her days go on counting the moments, her nights ends while listening to the poem of the darkness, the poem of loneliness, the poem of longing...

"Heil to Her Highness... Someone called from back. "His Majesty is here a visit.

She nods without turning back. With unmoving eyes slowly she uncovers the veil. She opens her hair, puts off her ornaments, uncovers her back... and closes her eyes.

The night also welcomes the tune of togetherness... still why her fate is rhythmed with the stain of melancholy only?

He comes... his warm touch on her bare back braces her heart. She takes a long breath, tightens the muscles of her eyes. He slowly buries his face on her collar bone, gently caresses her lips from back, takes smell of her long beautiful hair...

She tightens her eye-muscles even more... but her heart-beats ditches her.

He places his hands on her shoulder and turned her face towards him. His delicate fingers sweeps over the features of her face... her eyes, her nose, her lips... He draws her closer... he leans on her... he kisses on her ear, his lips bit her earlobes delicately... his nose touches her nose, his lips pressed against her lips, first sweetly, then with a raw, wild urge... He bit her lips, locks them with his own, pulls out the chunar maintaining her dignity...

She flinches. All the cells of her blood starts boiling in a wild excitement... Her whole entity rebels against herself to consume the complete warmth from him... to be complete...

She is accustomed with the loneliness of night. The melancholy of the night gives her a veil to hide behind, a cocoon to live safely, a reason to move on. The feel of togetherness is more complex, more hard to live...

She presses her eyes more tighter.

He wildly presses her body on the bed, fondling her passionately. His warm breath storming inside her blood, she keeps on drowning in the sea of passion... and slowly she opened her eyes... Two eyes gazing at her... two bright eyes, glowing like sun, streaming with passion was piercing through her eyes... And blindly she picked up her hand, and tenderly touched his face, the side of his forehead...

"Your Majesty is hurt! She whispered, feeling the sign of the deep scar on her finger-tip.

"A scar is a sign of victory for a warrior, my queen. He uttered in his husky voice, and brought his face closer to her eyes. She could see the scar properly in the moonlight now. There is a small yet deep gash on his forehead shining like a sign of triumph...

And she has seen the wound before... she knows the wound... and she knows the man...

Pragya woke up panting, her face drenched in sweat. What kind of dream was that? What is the meaning of this weird dream?

People dream a lot. Not all of them are clear, not all of them leaves any mark in memory. Normal people do not bother about useless dreams. But Pragya has to. She is not a normal people, her work is to decrypt the coded language the subconscious mind is conveying through dreams in order to converse with the conscious brain... And as Pragya knows it clearly, no matter how much weird this dream might felt, it is not a mere coincidence. She did not have the dream... she lived it. The warmth she felt, the passion she brew, all are still very much alive in her nervous system.

And those eyes... those same glowing, majestic eyes... the eyes Pragya witness every now and then nowadays as a part of her professional duty...

And the scar... She exactly knows where she has seen that scar before... The same scar Rohan achieved tonight while fighting with those lads of the street.

What her subconscious mind is trying to tell her? That the man of her dream is not any random guy with those pair of eyes? That the man with the scar is the person for whom she is here? That Rohan is...

Her disturbed, disoriented thoughts got interrupted by a loud noise. Someone was banging the door of her room.

The hotel was drown in silence at this late of night. There was no sound outside except the constant pouring of rain and thunderstorm. It was raining cats and dogs outside. The night itself was scary, and the sudden banging at the door added more chilling sensation into it.

"Who... who is this??

She was startled for a moment. Then a violent fear gripped her sanity. She could not pull her eyes back from Rohan's eyes which are turning more savage in odd desperation in every second. His hold on her arms getting tighter, as if he is not ready to let her go. Pragya's heartbeat increased. She can tame down her patients. She can talk back senses inside Rohan's lost, half-consumed mind... but how is she supposed to convince back a wounded and desperate soul of this majestic persona who is on the verge of insanity right now?

She had imagined a lot of different situations she might have to handle with Rohan. This one was certainly not one of them.

"Ro... She tried, but in a second had to back off. As Rohan had pulled her body closer to his chest and cupped her face. His eyes glowed as he took a long breath of passionate anger. "You have to speak me right now tonight! What do you want from me?? Why do you torture me this way? The hold of his strong fingers almost clawed into Pragya's cheek. She couldn't help but to shrink her eyes in terror. She has never seen such a violence in any man's eye before.

"You don't remember me? Or you are trying to play with me again and again? When will you end this pathetic sadistic game of yours, Begam Sahiba?? Talk to me! Talk! He hissed. Pragya's heart trembled by the chillness of his voice conveyed by his warm, angry breath. Shivering in fear, she opened her eyes...

"I...I...

She was pulled towards his chest, his nose touching her nose, his lips trying to touch her lips... It was more than uncomfortable, and Pragya should have hit Rohan with something and call someone for help for sure, but even in this situation she cannot deny that this unwanted proximity did something in the flow of her veins. She could not loath his touch... rather she felt she knows this touch, who knows the passionate urge of this touch hiding behind the blind rage.

"You are afraid...Are you... His voice toned down, as if he tried to calm himself down. "I don't want to hurt you! I just want to know what do you want from me! Ask for something! Ask for something! Don't torture me with your never-ending silence, your defenseless unhappy submissions... It hurts! It hurts... His voice trembled. "Look at me! Talk to me! Tell me that you don't know me! Tell me looking at my eyes that you...

"Y...your... M...Majesty... Please...please calm down... calm down a little...

His rageful eyes cooled a bit down. He loosed his grip, clutched her palm instead.

"I won't hurt you, Majesty... I would never hurt you. How can I... You want me to talk? You want me to have a complete conversation? We will... But you need to calm down first, Majesty. Please! For sake of me...

He lowered his eyes, breathing fast to control the emotion of this outburst. She hesitated first, then cupped his face affectionately. "It's okay! Everything will be alright. She caressed his unruly hairs. "Let's go to bed, okay? Let's get back to bed and sit... Then we will talk. We will talk the whole night.

Effortlessly, Rohan made it to the bed in a mechanical movement. Pragya kept her hand on his shoulder. "You need to drink water, Your Majesty? Let me give you a little water first.

She reached to the bedside table, fetched a glass of water. Along with that she pulled her small medical kit too.

"Here Majesty, your water... Drink it first! She kept on caressing his hairs.

He started drinking water slowly. His eyes started getting heavy. Maybe he also felt a little pinch of pain on his arm, he could not fathom. But slowly, darkness covered his vision, and he drifted off...

Pragya releases the breath she was holding from so long while keeping the syringe of sedative back. God knows from where did she gained the courage to handle this situation so swiftly. Rohan was completely out of control. He would not listen to her in sane way. His nerves need a good rest to calm down.

She adjusted Rohan's sleeping head on the pillow and sighed. Why did he came to her? Why on earth did he come to her at the first place?

Is this the missing place of her puzzle, the connection of her fate with his dreams?

When Rohan opened his eyes his surrounding was fade, everything was dizzy. Slowly he got back his composure back, but he did not remember any incident of yesterday... Yes, they had gone to Agra fort, and then... then everything is black to his memory. He saw something there... he remembered something there and... then they came back... before that they had a fight and he was hurt... and he was unable to sleep... and then something happened... something he cannot... cannot...

The eyesight became more clearer as he blinked, and then Rohan had to jump up on the bed.

It was not his bed. It was Pragya's room.

"Morning!

Rohan confusedly looked at the sofa. Pragya was staring at him with stern eyes.

"How... how did I...I get in here? Rohan asked in a trembling voice.

"You don't remember? Pragya's voice was not smooth. "You knocked my door at the middle of night, and demanded me to talk to you, to ask for something, to stop you from hurting...

"Whh...what...

"Yes... And you claimed yourself as Emperor Akbar, me being your wife. The sarcasm in Pragya's voice almost bent Rohan on floor in shame.

"I... I... He murmured. "Believe me, I don't remember any of this... I was not in sense... I was not... He clutched his head in agony. "Oh God! Ohh I... I am sorry Pragya... Don't misunderstand me... Believe me...

"I believe you. Pragya got up. "You are my patient, Rohan. I am bound to believe you. But you did not believe me enough to tell me the whole truth!

"I... I told you everything I...

"You didn't... Pragya snapped. "You remember the face of the woman of your dream clearly, but you did not tell me about it. Whom does your beloved' look like, Rohan?

"What did I do last night... Rohan uttered, his voice trembling in shame.

"This is the turn of my questions, Rohan... Pragya said. "Whom does your beloved look like? Why did you faint in excitement the first day you saw me in the hospital? Why did you come to me, a novice psychologist when you had so many better options for yourself? Her eyes became sharper. "You did not come to me to heal yourself, did you? You had come to me because I was the first piece of your puzzle. You had come to me because you wanted to find your woman-of-dream in me...It was never the journey to recover for you, it was a journey to come back to your past with being me hanging with you and your...

"No please... Rohan snapped. His eyes red, almost on verge of tear. "Yes, I admit I did not tell you. But I had no bad intension... believe me... I just! He could not hold his tears anymore and broke down. "I just wanted to be normal like before! Believe me... I want to be Rohan again. I have no intension to feel the power of the emperor inside me and live this double-life! I went to you because I knew you will heal me. I went to you because I knew you will unlock the door which I could not, and that will bring me back to my old life again. I had felt it inside me. I have no intension to get back my past life, to find out my past beloved... I just know this is an illness and I want to be cured! Please Pragya... He muttered. If you think I have insulted your dignity and you want to leave I am no one to stop you but I beg to you! Don't leave me alone in this path. I am too tired to end this alone. I am drowning Pragya, I am feeling it! Don't let me to drown! Please! I am begging you!

Rohan stopped and carelessly wiped out his tears. Pragya kept on staring at him. He looks so fragile, so broken from inside. So simple does he look, so different from the angry man of the last night. Pragya suddenly felt an ache inside her heart. The ache is not for the desperate emperor trying to find his love... not for the lonely empress trying to balance between pride and love... not for the two lovers trying hard to touch each other but failing... Her heart ached for the simple guy with simple dreams whole life has been destroyed in this sudden storm too strange to handle by himself. His simple life is like a small straw on the tide of a stormy ocean now. He is unable to drown, he is unable to float... he can only break while fighting this unequal battle.

How can Pragya leave him?

Pragya sighed and sat beside Rohan. She slowly put her hand on his shoulder. "I won't leave you, Rohan...

Rohan looked at her with confusion.

"I am with you in this entire journey Rohan. Pragya said in a grave voice. "Not because you need me... Because, this is not the journey of your own anymore...This story is my story too!

Originally posted by: eshalli

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Originally posted by: Shinning_Stuti

Hello everyone, how have you been?

I had been in a very long break these days I know, and sorry for my absence and abandoning my works all of a sudden. I love all of you, always had been grateful for your love and support you gave me and my write-ups, and I learnt a lot from this forum. I would always want to come back and end my works... There had been a change in my life and routines, and that's why it's taking time to cope up with it and getting time for writing and all. I hope I will manage eventually, and become a bit more regular. Thank you so much everyone.

I don't know how many of you still remember this story, and will still want to read it. 😆 I also don't know the level of deterioration of my writing 😆 But had to have a try. 😛 I will be grateful if you read it and give your valuable feedback to me.