I don't know why I feel like writing OSs for this show after I read very gruesome and horrible cases for my criminal law class. There's something wrong with my sanity. This might be a rather weak attempt though. Police transfers are done by the state home departments. They can't be stopped by families, not even by officers themselves. I'm a police officer's daughter. Trust me, it just doesn't happen that way.
Healing
Getting hurt is normal. We get hurt mentally, physically, emotionally. We get hurt voluntarily and involuntarily. We don't even know that we're getting hurt. Sometimes it happens from the decisions we take. Something more normal than getting hurt, is healing. When your heart takes a hit after hit, when your body takes a hit after hit, we stop healing. We get resigned to the idea of getting hurt and giving hurt. Physical wounds get septic if not treated. Emotional wounds unlike their physical counterpart, get toxic. They spread to the ones that reside with us. If not treated, they turn us into monsters.
Samrat drove back to his home after dropping Sai in her college after a little detour, the previous night's conversation running through his mind. His family members need to be spoken to. Some more than others, Virat most than the others. His brother was hurting from what he thinks is Sai's denial of his love and is hurting Sai in return. He knew if this pattern is not stopped, he'll end up losing Sai, and because of that loss, Virat.
He walked to Virat's room, to see his brother sitting in a chair, looking forlorn. He saw the way his body was tensed up with frustration, helplessness and anger. He also knew the reason behind it. Virat did not get an outlet. In normal circumstances, it probably would've involved with him Virat shouting his head off at Sai and hurting her. Probably. Instead, Virat was robbed of that opportunity by him last night. Fortunately for him, Virat just didn't know that. "Makes my life easier", thought Samrat.
"Virat..", he called out to him, to see Virat look at him, shocked. "He didn't expect me here, did he?", chuckled Samrat to himself.
"I need to talk to you. I have amends to begin. Could you spare some time for me?", he questioned, trying his level best to hide his sarcasm. He wasn't exactly in a mood to be patient with Virat. All he could see was Sai's face. But starting a blame game on Virat, would take them no where.
"Of..Ofcourse Jeeva. I'll always have time for you. And what amends are you talking about? I can't seem to make a head or tail out of it", Virat replied, surprised at seeing his brother talk without any judgement in his voice.
"I wanted to apologise. For not giving you a chance-", he was cut off by Virat who began to speak.
"NO..Jeeva, you have nothing to apologise for", Virat stood up swiftly, only to be met with a disappointed look from Samrat. Samrat saw his little brother sinking back into his seat.
"I do Virat. I want to apologise for not giving you a chance and hearing your side of the story. It was wrong of me to pass a judgement without listening you out. I, unfortunately, took the coward's way out. I'm sorry for leaving the house's responsibility on you. I'm sorry for making you feel like MY wife was your responsibility and forcing you look after her in my absence. I'm sorry for the direct or indirect role I played in every damn thing that happened in your life, in the past year. You deserve this apology and I deserve a closure", he finished, taking a deep breathe. Strangely, he felt lighter of a heaviness, he did not know, he was carrying.
"I..I don't know what to say Jeeva, what brought this on?", Virat questioned skeptically.
"Because the consequences of my actions, direct or indirect, are destroying my little sister. I hate seeing her hurt. You're hurting Sai and I want you to stop doing that. No questions asked", he replied in a no nonsense tone.
"Don't do this Samrat. Don't speak for Sai. She probably cried out to you last night and you're here, playing her advocate. I wish she'll confront me herself. Looks the brave woman isn't so brave any more", Virat taunted, his voice raising with each word.
"Don't raise your voice, Virat. And Sai is a child. A 19 year old child. Just because a fool decided to marry a legal adult wouldn't make her an actual adult", Samrat spat out, to see hurt flash in Virat's eyes," What did you say? 'Confront you' ? The last time she confronted you, you locked her in a room like a wild animal. Which part of your "samajhdaar" brain made you ask this question ?".
"I was trying to teach her!!. The family can't take her immaturity anymore. I did not find another way", Virat replied.
"SHE WAS KIDNAPPED BY HER HARASSER, YOU MORON !! And you repeated the same thing. Imagine what she must have gone through when she realised that she had no way out. She risked her life to get out. That wasn't her stubbornness to attend college. That was a natural human response to captivity. You reminded her of her nightmares", he stopped to see if his brother was listening.
He saw Virat in deep thought, with very little flashes of regret in his eyes. Something which he didn't see yesterday. He was on the right path.
"She was harassed, kidnapped, saw her father die while saving YOU, taunted, manhandled and finally met with an accident. It's a miracle that she even speaks with you. Did you ever think that it is absolutely unnatural for a 19 year old to go through so much? People of her age are supposed to enjoy life. Friends, parties, movies. Circumstances landed her in this family and she still took it all with a smile. Loved these people, cared for them and went against everything to give them justice. We don't deserve her. YOU don't deserve her. You call her immature don't you. She's supposed to be that. That's what we were at that age. She is supposed to be childish because she's a child. Giving birth to children for pearl necklaces isn't her duty at the age of NINETEEN", he stopped and took a breathe, reeling in his temper.
Samrat saw Virat, trying make sense of the obvious truths. He knew his brother had much bigger and harsher facts to face. He decided to continue.
"She most probably has PTSD. You know what it is, don't you?", he stopped to see his brother nodding his head in shock," Your actions seemed to have aggravated the latent trauma she had. She doesn't believe in promises anymore. Do you happen to know someone, that has an addiction to making promises? It's probably her reaction to these promises. I've decided to take her to my therapist. I'm informing you, because you're her husband. Don't worry, I'll pay the therapy fees. I told her it's free. Virat, I don't care what, when and why you talk with Patralekha. I trust you now, to know that you won't cheat behind my back. But I don't trust Patralekha yet. So, stay away from her. Don't let her interfere in your life. It will destroy whatever ruins of a relation you have with Sai. As for my interference in your life, I'm not doing it. I'm interfering in Sai's life and it's a misfortune that it's tied with yours. I don't care about what you do with your marriage. But I care about how you behave with your wife, because she's my sister."
"Virat, if you ever, even by a mistake of fact, repeat any of your previous wrongs with her, I will punch you in the face and not regret filing a police case against you. You would know the relevant sections, wouldn't you?", Samrat spoke in firm voice with an ashen but surreally silent Virat.
"Why are you doing this Jeeva? I realise now I've hurt Sai beyond redemption. But she hurt me too. She hurt me with her repeated ignorance of my love, of my gestures and my feelings. She has accused me of not being happy with YOUR return. I get that she doesn't return my feelings, but how can she not see my feeling in my gestures? Don't I deserve someone on my side too", Virat cried after a few minutes of thick silence.
"Have you acknowledged her gestures ? Have seen her feelings in her care towards you? It never works in a single way Virat. As for having someone on your side, you have a whole family to cater to you. It's time you face that truth.You have parents, uncle, aunts and brother and a Best Friend. Sai has IN-LAWS. In-laws who seem to be too self-centred to notice her plight. Sai has no one to look after her unconditionally and she's on the verge of a break down. I don't want Sai to grow up into an adult who's broken. I want her to be the vibrant butterfly, that I've been told she is", he answered Virat, with conviction in his voice.
"And Virat, I took Sai to your DIG sir's office today. She apologised to him for stopping your transfer without consulting you. Your transfer is back on and here's your transfer order. You have to report tomorrow", Samrat fished out an envelope from his pocket.
"I- I can't leave Sai like this and go. Please let me help you with her, Jeeva. I deserve a chance", pleaded Virat.
"This transfer is your chance Virat. Give your relationship some breathing space. Give some space to each other. I'll take care of her. Mohit is here too. Trust me Heal yourself. Your wound needs solitude and space to heal. Sai's wounds need support. Please do this for me. Take this transfer and move out for some months. It'll help you detox everything you've survived in the last one year. You can decide on what to do with your marriage later on. Go Heal yourself, Shiva ", he finished, giving Virat a quick but tight hug.
Samrat moved out of Virat's room, leaving a contemplative Virat behind. He knew he just took the first step in the repairs to this house.
First step in Healing Sai Kamal Joshi and Virat Chavan.
A/N
This OS just spiralled out of my control after a point. There was so much ground to cover that I have no idea what I wrote. Definitely not my best. I'll totally accept your criticism. As for those expecting Samrat to punch Virat, a man with a bleeding nose will not understand a word I guess. I didn't want Samrat to blame Virat and blow up on him. That wouldn't be a productive conversation. I wanted Virat to face some truths and Samrat was a medium for it. As for the rest of the family, maybe or maybe not. Also Virat at the end of this OS isn't completely reformed. There's a lot more ground for him to cover. He's just regretting. Please don't get confused between the two.
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