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Needed to see the white day episode to write this second part. Hadn't seen it before. Not easy thing to do, I tell you 😵
I knowwwwww!!
I haven't seen it yet!! Have legit skipped those 2 episodes. 😵
Part Two
Shimla:
Abhimanyu continued to pace in the confines of the hospital’s VIP room. The wounds from the accident were almost healed, bruises on his arm had begun turning from purple to various shades of blue and yellow. The cut on his forehead no longer required a bandage. It was healing well but would most likely leave a small, thin scar near his eyebrow. But despite the body healing at such a rapid pace, he looked sick. The pale blue in-patient shirt and pyjama hung loose over his once tough, muscular body. The sweat rolling off his body had begun turning the shirt into a darker shade. His hair needed a cut and a thorough wash, a seven day growth of beard and moustache covered his chiseled cheeks and those sensuous lips and there was a wild desperation in his brown-black eyes.
“Yeh Akshu kyu nahi aayi ab tak?” he mumbled to himself. “I told sir that I’d go and bring her myself. But no! He mouthed some nonsense about me taking rest and went off. I hope he didn’t say anything to hurt Akshu. Aur yeh mera phone bhi kaam nahi kar raha! Pata nahi kya hogaya isko!”
His pacing and his mumbling screeched to a stop, his palm automatically touching his chest where his heart bet for his Akshu. His entire face lit up like he’d swallowed a light bulb. Akshu was here! He just knew it. He could feel like as surely as the beat of his heart. He whirled around towards the door just as a soft knock echoed in the room.
“Akshu!” He breathed her name as he watched her step into the room. A loose cotton chudidar with flowers strewn all over it, a plain baby pink dupatta, hair in a plait, a tiny nose ring, dark, thick kajal over her eyes… he frowned. Her eyes. Why did they look so different? She didn’t look like the Akshara who had been coming to meet him every day ever since he'd come to Shimla. This one looked different. He blinked and shook his head. What did it matter? It was still his Akshu.
“Akshu! Why are you so late today?” he rasped, as he strode towards the still, silent figure. “And why did you go off last night without telling me? Do you have any idea how worried I’d been?”
His palms cupped her face, his frown deepening when she stumbled back, away from him, the panicked rejection on her face cutting through his insanity, reaching the rational part of his mind. He dropped his hands when she took a stumbling step away from him.
“Akshu? Kya hua? Naaraz ho mujhse? Meri Akshu ko gussa aagaya mujhpe? Bolo na! Dekho agar tum bataogi nahi toh mujhe kaise pata chalega? Humne promise kiya tha na, ki ek doosre se sab share karenge, kuch bhi nahi chupayenge?”
His eyes began turning dark and desperate when she continued to show him her back. He was lost to everything and everyone. His mind didn’t even register the doctor or Harshvardhan who were looking at him through the glass partition.
“Akshu? Aisa kya hogaya ki meri taraf dekhogi bhi nahi?” Something about those stiff shoulders stopped him from holding her and forcefully turning her towards him.
Akshara swallowed. And swallowed again. When the doctor had said Abhimanyu was disconnected from reality, that he thought and believed that she was still with him, she thought she’d understood. When he told her she needed to behave like before with him and make sure he took the meds, she thought she could do it. But…
“H-help him, Akshara! Help my son! Please!”
Harshvardhan’s words echoed in her heart. Squaring her shoulders, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and turned.
“Tumhe sachh mein nahi pata mein gusse mein kyu hoon?” she asked with a scowl. He shook his head innocently, the worry still creasing his forehead. “You said you’d take me out for a walk in the garden. That was yesterday evening and I’m still waiting.” She declared, head tilted to the side, the alluring pout on her lips almost natural. Almost like the Akshu from all those years ago.
Abhimanyu’s breath shuddered out in relief, his lips stretching into an indulgent smile. “You like scaring me, don’t you? OK baba, sorry. Sachh mein sorry. Tumhe walk pe jaana haina. Toh chalo. Abhi chalte hain!”
Her lips lost their pout, a smile taking over. “Sachh?”
“Muchh!” He retorted and extended his hand. With another swallow and a faltering smile that quickly rightened itself, she placed her palm in his. He entwined their fingers and tugged, bringing her closer to his side. “Now this Abhimanyu Birla is complete. You complete me, Akshu.”
“Are we going for that walk or are you going to waste time buttering me up?”
“How mean! I speak the truth and you’re saying it’s a waste of time! OK, OK, OK! Gussa mat ho. Let’s go for that walk. Where do you want to start from?” She began leading him outside even though it looked like he was the one taking her.
Harshvardhan watched his son step out of the room and the premises of the hospital for the first time since he’d been admitted. Dr Feroz, who was standing beside him smiled. “In cases like these, the patient needs fresh air, good lighting, participating in some normal activities… these things help him disconnect from his illusions, connecting him back to the reality. All of us tried getting him to come out and failed miserably.”
Harshvardhan nodded. “I tried too, Feroz. But,” he shook his head. “Every time it had been the same thing. Akshu aayegi, mujhe yahi rehna hain. Now one word from her and he…” His smile was mirthless. “At one time it seemed like her every wish was his command and I used to hate that. Now I’m grateful for it.” Feroz patted Harshvardhan gently on the shoulder and walked away towards his cabin.
****
Kasauli:
Abhinav got down from his taxi and came up to sit one step below Akshara, who was sitting on the front steps that led to her small, safe world. Her house.
“Nicki ji kaha hain?” he asked looking around.
“Bade papa and Kairav bhaiya took him to the nearby park.” Kairav bhaiya had put Abhir on his shoulders. Abhir had been screaming mamu mamu in excited joy as his mamu carried him away to the park. She didn’t know what changed but both bade papa and Kairav bhaiya seemed different. Probably because Arohi was not here, they were being closer to Abhir. She was too exhausted to delve into it so for now, she let it be. She’d find a way to caution her son to not count on these moments later.
“Bhai ji kaise hain?” he asked softly.
Akshara had her head buried in the crook of his arm. She lifted it slowly, revealing a face that seemed like it was carved from stone. Still. Expressionless. As if all the acting had leached the life out of her. “Recovering. He is not as disconnected anymore, I think. Yesterday he mentioned Roohi and his ma. He began talking and then stopped as if he was confused by what he was saying.”
“You’ve been going back and forth to Shimla for how many days now? Four?”
“Five. Doctor says he has a strong mind so he’ll be back to normal soon. Then he’ll go back to his life, and I can…”
“And you can what, Akshara? You’ve hit a pause button for yourself but for how long?”
“I haven’t, Abhinav. I really haven’t.” Her eyes seemed to be looking into the unseen future. “I’m trying to rebuild it. Agreed that I haven’t been focusing much the last few days but I’m going to resume my exam preparation from this weekend. I spoke to a couple of law firms in Shimla. One of them is interested. Once I clear the exam, I’ll join there as a junior. The pay is also good. It’ll be a change for Abhir. I know I didn’t discuss it with you…”
Abhinav smiled. “What’s there to discuss? It’s a great chance ji. Mera kya hain? Yahaa ka taxi wahaa chala loonga! Ya idhar udhar aata jaata rahunga.” Akshara smiled in relief. “Aren’t you glad that I insisted on the annulment?” Akshara lost her smile and looked away from those understanding eyes. “Agreed that ours had been a marriage on paper only. You did it to give a father to Nicki ji and I went along with it because I wanted someone to call my own. But it was still a marriage that would’ve prevented you from helping bhai ji at a time like this. Now at least, you didn’t have to choose. Haina ji?”
Akshara couldn’t disagree.
****
Shimla:
“What are you thinking, Abhimanyu?” Harshvardhan asked, noting the way he was gripping the window grill so tight that his knuckles were looking slightly pale. And the ticking jaw was another indication of the storm brewing inside.
There was a sea change in the guy who was brought to the hospital in the ambulance in the semi-conscious state as he chanted Akshu, Akshu to the man standing before him now. His hair was neatly trimmed and brushed away from his face, his beard once again replaced by that attractive stubble and now instead of the hospital dress, he was dressed in dark blue jeans and a round-necked t-shirt. He had even seemed to have gained a little weight. Akshara brought his breakfast and lunch every day and he devoured it like there was no tomorrow. In fact, that was the only time when he didn’t converse even with his Akshu, his whole attention on gobbling up the food despite her scolding him to slow down and chew.
“Akshu, tere haathon mein na, ek dum jaadu hain! Pet tho bhar jaata hain par dil nahi bharta!” he’d said as he stuffed his mouth with one more momo.
But the previous evening it had gotten later than usual and Akshara had to rush out because her son would’ve gotten back from school. In that panic, she let it slip – mujhe jaana hoga. Abhir aata hi hoga.
After that Abhimanyu didn’t try to stop her and he’d gone all silent on everyone. He’d skipped dinner and the nurse told him that he hadn’t slept all night.
“Abhimanyu?” Harshvardhan called out again.
“You asked her to come, didn’t you?” Abhimanyu’s voice was a bare rumble. Like a low, distant thunder. “Your son lost his mind, so you went and asked her… a married woman… a mother of a small child to come and playact.”
Harshvardhan sighed. Abhimanyu seemed to come to his senses as suddenly as he’d lost them all those days ago. Was it the meds or Akshara, he wondered. Probably a combination. But those meds wouldn’t have worked if not for Akshara. “Yes. Yes, I did. Aur mein kya karta? The way you were behaving… we were all so worried…”
“You should’ve let me be!” He roared; his control completely shattered. “You should’ve locked me up in an asylum and left me! Why call her?” He shook his head, eyes cringing in shame as he recalled the way he grabbed her, those long walks with his arm around her shoulders…hell! He’d slept with his head in her lap! He closed his eyes in utter self-disgust. “She is a married woman! She belongs to someone else now!” he groaned, fingers digging into his hair. “She belongs to someone else, and you let me… How did she let me come near her? Why did she do that?” A sudden thought brought his head up as his face darkened in fury. “Did you threaten her? Blackmail her? Sharma ji…J-Junior! Are they fine? Where are they? Sir, I swear to God if…”
“Shut up, Abhimanyu!” Harshvardhan snapped, equally furious. “I accept that I come with a lot of faults but I’m not a complete monster. Itna bhi gira nahi hoon mein! And-and I like Akshara. I would never…I would never think of hurting her or her family.”
“Then why did she agree to this-this charade?” His Akshu…Akshara! He corrected himself. What made Akshara accept this? And he got his answer.
“Because she thinks I lost one son because of her and wants to save the remaining one.” Harshvardhan barely gave Abhimanyu to process that information. “I have no idea why she would think something so horrible! Did anyone put that kind of blame on her? Even if they did, you would’ve reassured her…been there for her!” Harshavardhan shook his head in confusion.
Abhimanyu staggered back, collapsing into the chair that was thankfully behind him, as his mind hurtled him to the day he’d kicked her out of his life. To Akshara’s tear stained face. Her hiccupping voice as she said,
“Neel humaare liye humare bachhe jaisa tha! Humne apne teeno bachhon ko khodiya!”
His own furious shout. “Sirf tumhaari wajah se! Iss barbadi ki sirf ek wajah hain. Woh toh tum!”
“Maa ki jo haalat hain woh sirf tumhaari wajah se hain!”
“Mera bhai, tumhari wajah se meine apne bachho ko kho diya!”
Her body wracking with tremors, face pale, eyes scared. So so scared as she pleaded. “Abhi, buss karo! Please! Nahi haalat meri!”
“Yeh batao tum apne aap ko face kaise karti ho? Aaj jo bhi hua tumhari wajah se hua, tab kya hua mujhe kya pata! Shayad aise hi kuch hua ho!”
Harshvardhan wanted to press the issue but refrained. He didn’t want to send his son on another downward spiral. He was back to normal and that was all that mattered.
“Let it go,” he inserted in a soft voice. “You’re fine and that’s the important thing. I’ll talk to the doctor and get the discharge papers ready. And I think we should meet Akshara and her…family. I would like to thank her.” Squeezing his son’s shoulder, he left the room to go and speak to the doctor.
****
Kasauli:
“Akshara?”
Akshara, who was watering the plants, turned at Harshvardhan’s voice. One look at his smiling face and she knew. “He is back to normal,” she stated.
“Yes, beti. He is back to normal. Doctor said he will need to continue some meds for a few more weeks but he can go home. He has been discharged. We’re going back to Udaipur. I’ll drop him there and go back to Mumbai. But I wanted to meet you before leaving.”
Akshara nodded. Her smile was now both tired and forced. “I’m glad I could help. Aap apna khayal rakhiye.”
Harshvardhan hesitated for a few seconds before extending the flat gift-wrapped box to her. “I can never thank you enough for what you did. But wanted to give this to you. Please, don’t say no.”
Akshara continued to shake her head, arms wrapped around herself. Hugging herself. “I-I didn’t do it for…I’m a normal middleclass woman now. I can’t accept such expensive jewelry…”
“It’s not jewelry, beti. Please take it.”
Too tired to argue, she took it and tore open the gift wrapper. It was a photo frame. With a picture in it. A picture of herself with Neel. A candid shot that was clicked at Birla house. He had his arm around her and a wide, happy, proud grin adorning his face and she was cupping his cheek affectionately. The bond they’d shared glaringly obvious in that one single shot.
“Akshara!” Harshvardhan grabbed and held her up as her knees gave away.
She shook her head, stumbled away from him, ignoring his outstretched hands and the helpless despair in his eyes. “M-mein ziddi n-nahi hoon! M-meine apni manmaani nahi ki thi uss din. N-nahi ki thi. I wanted to leave b-but Neel said, we’re going to be parents and we can’t ignore if someone else’s kid is in danger. I-I called bade papa. I t-told him to call the cops. A-and…” she grabbed Harshvardhan’s jacket. “I wanted to get down along with him. S-sach mein! But Neel locked my door and said y-yeh meri Lakshman rekha hain aur mein paar nahi kar sakti!”
Harsh nodded, his own eyes brimming with tears. He could imagine his son saying those exact words. Neel really had been Akshara’s Lakshman in every way.
“T-then I thought of my babies, wanted to drive away but I-I couldn’t leave Neel. I couldn’t leave Neel,” she repeated, hiccupping, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her chudidar. “I t-tried. I really did try to save him.”
And for the first time she cried out loud. “I didn’t kill him. Meine apne Neel ko nahi maara! Meine mere bachhe ko nahi maara!” Falling down on her knees, she whimpered. “Meine Sirat maa ko nahi maara!”
Harshvardhan held her close as tremors wracked her body and her eyes finally, after 6 long years lost battle with tears. Tears for her best friend, brother and dewar all rolled into one. Tears for her Neel. The pain that finally found outlet in her eyes reached her voice as her shuddering breath turned into a wail. A cry of a battered, broken woman. She hugged the picture to her chest, brought it to her lips, kissed it, hugged it again. She made a futile attempt to wipe her eyes before giving up and hugging the picture to herself again.
“I’m sorry, Neel! So, so sorry!”
Abhimanyu, who had been standing hidden behind the tree forced himself not to shed the tears that were threatening to rip out of him. He had no right to cry. He had absolutely no right for that freedom. He had snatched it away from Akshara that day, didn’t he? He had destroyed her that day, didn’t he? Forget her being the love of his life, he hadn’t treated her like a human being that day. He wondered if there was even a punishment fit for the sin he’d committed. As if that was not enough, he, in his insanity, had treated her like she was his.
“Kaise hain aap, bhai ji?”
Abhimanyu couldn’t look at Abhinav. “Aap kis mitti ke bane hain, Sharma ji?” he asked. “How can you even pretend to be cordial with me? I committed a crime. A sin! Akshara aap ki hain aur meine…”
“You were not in your senses, bhai ji.”
“And that’s it? I’m forgiven?”
Abhinav smiled. “Meine yeh kab kaha ji? But I’m not the one who should punish you or forgive you. That’s someone else’s right.”
Abhimanyu’s smile was wry. “She has the right to punish me but I don’t have that right to ask her, Sharma ji. I shouldn’t ask her for anything.”
“What if I say that the rules of morality and society that are stopping you now no longer exist? What if I say that there is no law holding her or you back? What would you do then, bhai ji? Would you still walk away?”
If anything, Abhimanyu paled some more. “Y-you left her? Because of me? Because she came to meet me? Please! Please don’t do that to her! All she wanted to do was help! She didn’t do anything wrong. Mahadev ki kasam, she never crossed the line. She trusts you. Please. She has gone through enough! You have a beautiful kid…”
“I know that she didn’t and she would never do anything wrong. It had been a mutual decision taken well before she came to Shimla to meet you. That day you said I came between the two of you. Now I’m no longer there between the two of you. Rest assured, I was her friend, will always be her friend and be at her side no matter what. Ab aap ko sochna hain ki aap ko kya karna hain. Apna khayal rakhiye bhai ji.”
There you go! The second and the last part.
The reset button for Abhira is on from this point fwd. They needed a complete reset and I hope I have given them that.
Abhi aur Akshu ka journey khatam. Abhimanyu and Akshara can begin theirs.
I will not ask if you have “enjoyed” the OS because it has been an emotional one not a light-hearted one. But I feel it was needed so that they could reach this point.
Thank you all.
Love,
Suvika.
PART 3 - PAGE 10
Part Two
Shimla:
Abhimanyu continued to pace in the confines of the hospital’s VIP room. The wounds from the accident were almost healed, bruises on his arm had begun turning from purple to various shades of blue and yellow. The cut on his forehead no longer required a bandage. It was healing well but would most likely leave a small, thin scar near his eyebrow. But despite the body healing at such a rapid pace, he looked sick. The pale blue in-patient shirt and pyjama hung loose over his once tough, muscular body. The sweat rolling off his body had begun turning the shirt into a darker shade. His hair needed a cut and a thorough wash, a seven day growth of beard and moustache covered his chiseled cheeks and those sensuous lips and there was a wild desperation in his brown-black eyes.
“Yeh Akshu kyu nahi aayi ab tak?” he mumbled to himself. “I told sir that I’d go and bring her myself. But no! He mouthed some nonsense about me taking rest and went off. I hope he didn’t say anything to hurt Akshu. Aur yeh mera phone bhi kaam nahi kar raha! Pata nahi kya hogaya isko!”
His pacing and his mumbling screeched to a stop, his palm automatically touching his chest where his heart bet for his Akshu. His entire face lit up like he’d swallowed a light bulb. Akshu was here! He just knew it. He could feel like as surely as the beat of his heart. He whirled around towards the door just as a soft knock echoed in the room.
“Akshu!” He breathed her name as he watched her step into the room. A loose cotton chudidar with flowers strewn all over it, a plain baby pink dupatta, hair in a plait, a tiny nose ring, dark, thick kajal over her eyes… he frowned. Her eyes. Why did they look so different? She didn’t look like the Akshara who had been coming to meet him every day ever since he'd come to Shimla. This one looked different. He blinked and shook his head. What did it matter? It was still his Akshu.
“Akshu! Why are you so late today?” he rasped, as he strode towards the still, silent figure. “And why did you go off last night without telling me? Do you have any idea how worried I’d been?”
His palms cupped her face, his frown deepening when she stumbled back, away from him, the panicked rejection on her face cutting through his insanity, reaching the rational part of his mind. He dropped his hands when she took a stumbling step away from him.
“Akshu? Kya hua? Naaraz ho mujhse? Meri Akshu ko gussa aagaya mujhpe? Bolo na! Dekho agar tum bataogi nahi toh mujhe kaise pata chalega? Humne promise kiya tha na, ki ek doosre se sab share karenge, kuch bhi nahi chupayenge?”
His eyes began turning dark and desperate when she continued to show him her back. He was lost to everything and everyone. His mind didn’t even register the doctor or Harshvardhan who were looking at him through the glass partition.
“Akshu? Aisa kya hogaya ki meri taraf dekhogi bhi nahi?” Something about those stiff shoulders stopped him from holding her and forcefully turning her towards him.
Akshara swallowed. And swallowed again. When the doctor had said Abhimanyu was disconnected from reality, that he thought and believed that she was still with him, she thought she’d understood. When he told her she needed to behave like before with him and make sure he took the meds, she thought she could do it. But…
“H-help him, Akshara! Help my son! Please!”
Harshvardhan’s words echoed in her heart. Squaring her shoulders, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and turned.
“Tumhe sachh mein nahi pata mein gusse mein kyu hoon?” she asked with a scowl. He shook his head innocently, the worry still creasing his forehead. “You said you’d take me out for a walk in the garden. That was yesterday evening and I’m still waiting.” She declared, head tilted to the side, the alluring pout on her lips almost natural. Almost like the Akshu from all those years ago.
Abhimanyu’s breath shuddered out in relief, his lips stretching into an indulgent smile. “You like scaring me, don’t you? OK baba, sorry. Sachh mein sorry. Tumhe walk pe jaana haina. Toh chalo. Abhi chalte hain!”
Her lips lost their pout, a smile taking over. “Sachh?”
“Muchh!” He retorted and extended his hand. With another swallow and a faltering smile that quickly rightened itself, she placed her palm in his. He entwined their fingers and tugged, bringing her closer to his side. “Now this Abhimanyu Birla is complete. You complete me, Akshu.”
“Are we going for that walk or are you going to waste time buttering me up?”
“How mean! I speak the truth and you’re saying it’s a waste of time! OK, OK, OK! Gussa mat ho. Let’s go for that walk. Where do you want to start from?” She began leading him outside even though it looked like he was the one taking her.
Harshvardhan watched his son step out of the room and the premises of the hospital for the first time since he’d been admitted. Dr Feroz, who was standing beside him smiled. “In cases like these, the patient needs fresh air, good lighting, participating in some normal activities… these things help him disconnect from his illusions, connecting him back to the reality. All of us tried getting him to come out and failed miserably.”
Harshvardhan nodded. “I tried too, Feroz. But,” he shook his head. “Every time it had been the same thing. Akshu aayegi, mujhe yahi rehna hain. Now one word from her and he…” His smile was mirthless. “At one time it seemed like her every wish was his command and I used to hate that. Now I’m grateful for it.” Feroz patted Harshvardhan gently on the shoulder and walked away towards his cabin.
****
Kasauli:
Abhinav got down from his taxi and came up to sit one step below Akshara, who was sitting on the front steps that led to her small, safe world. Her house.
“Nicki ji kaha hain?” he asked looking around.
“Bade papa and Kairav bhaiya took him to the nearby park.” Kairav bhaiya had put Abhir on his shoulders. Abhir had been screaming mamu mamu in excited joy as his mamu carried him away to the park. She didn’t know what changed but both bade papa and Kairav bhaiya seemed different. Probably because Arohi was not here, they were being closer to Abhir. She was too exhausted to delve into it so for now, she let it be. She’d find a way to caution her son to not count on these moments later.
“Bhai ji kaise hain?” he asked softly.
Akshara had her head buried in the crook of his arm. She lifted it slowly, revealing a face that seemed like it was carved from stone. Still. Expressionless. As if all the acting had leached the life out of her. “Recovering. He is not as disconnected anymore, I think. Yesterday he mentioned Roohi and his ma. He began talking and then stopped as if he was confused by what he was saying.”
“You’ve been going back and forth to Shimla for how many days now? Four?”
“Five. Doctor says he has a strong mind so he’ll be back to normal soon. Then he’ll go back to his life, and I can…”
“And you can what, Akshara? You’ve hit a pause button for yourself but for how long?”
“I haven’t, Abhinav. I really haven’t.” Her eyes seemed to be looking into the unseen future. “I’m trying to rebuild it. Agreed that I haven’t been focusing much the last few days but I’m going to resume my exam preparation from this weekend. I spoke to a couple of law firms in Shimla. One of them is interested. Once I clear the exam, I’ll join there as a junior. The pay is also good. It’ll be a change for Abhir. I know I didn’t discuss it with you…”
Abhinav smiled. “What’s there to discuss? It’s a great chance ji. Mera kya hain? Yahaa ka taxi wahaa chala loonga! Ya idhar udhar aata jaata rahunga.” Akshara smiled in relief. “Aren’t you glad that I insisted on the annulment?” Akshara lost her smile and looked away from those understanding eyes. “Agreed that ours had been a marriage on paper only. You did it to give a father to Nicki ji and I went along with it because I wanted someone to call my own. But it was still a marriage that would’ve prevented you from helping bhai ji at a time like this. Now at least, you didn’t have to choose. Haina ji?”
Akshara couldn’t disagree.
****
Shimla:
“What are you thinking, Abhimanyu?” Harshvardhan asked, noting the way he was gripping the window grill so tight that his knuckles were looking slightly pale. And the ticking jaw was another indication of the storm brewing inside.
There was a sea change in the guy who was brought to the hospital in the ambulance in the semi-conscious state as he chanted Akshu, Akshu to the man standing before him now. His hair was neatly trimmed and brushed away from his face, his beard once again replaced by that attractive stubble and now instead of the hospital dress, he was dressed in dark blue jeans and a round-necked t-shirt. He had even seemed to have gained a little weight. Akshara brought his breakfast and lunch every day and he devoured it like there was no tomorrow. In fact, that was the only time when he didn’t converse even with his Akshu, his whole attention on gobbling up the food despite her scolding him to slow down and chew.
“Akshu, tere haathon mein na, ek dum jaadu hain! Pet tho bhar jaata hain par dil nahi bharta!” he’d said as he stuffed his mouth with one more momo.
But the previous evening it had gotten later than usual and Akshara had to rush out because her son would’ve gotten back from school. In that panic, she let it slip – mujhe jaana hoga. Abhir aata hi hoga.
After that Abhimanyu didn’t try to stop her and he’d gone all silent on everyone. He’d skipped dinner and the nurse told him that he hadn’t slept all night.
“Abhimanyu?” Harshvardhan called out again.
“You asked her to come, didn’t you?” Abhimanyu’s voice was a bare rumble. Like a low, distant thunder. “Your son lost his mind, so you went and asked her… a married woman… a mother of a small child to come and playact.”
Harshvardhan sighed. Abhimanyu seemed to come to his senses as suddenly as he’d lost them all those days ago. Was it the meds or Akshara, he wondered. Probably a combination. But those meds wouldn’t have worked if not for Akshara. “Yes. Yes, I did. Aur mein kya karta? The way you were behaving… we were all so worried…”
“You should’ve let me be!” He roared; his control completely shattered. “You should’ve locked me up in an asylum and left me! Why call her?” He shook his head, eyes cringing in shame as he recalled the way he grabbed her, those long walks with his arm around her shoulders…hell! He’d slept with his head in her lap! He closed his eyes in utter self-disgust. “She is a married woman! She belongs to someone else now!” he groaned, fingers digging into his hair. “She belongs to someone else, and you let me… How did she let me come near her? Why did she do that?” A sudden thought brought his head up as his face darkened in fury. “Did you threaten her? Blackmail her? Sharma ji…J-Junior! Are they fine? Where are they? Sir, I swear to God if…”
“Shut up, Abhimanyu!” Harshvardhan snapped, equally furious. “I accept that I come with a lot of faults but I’m not a complete monster. Itna bhi gira nahi hoon mein! And-and I like Akshara. I would never…I would never think of hurting her or her family.”
“Then why did she agree to this-this charade?” His Akshu…Akshara! He corrected himself. What made Akshara accept this? And he got his answer.
“Because she thinks I lost one son because of her and wants to save the remaining one.” Harshvardhan barely gave Abhimanyu to process that information. “I have no idea why she would think something so horrible! Did anyone put that kind of blame on her? Even if they did, you would’ve reassured her…been there for her!” Harshavardhan shook his head in confusion.
Abhimanyu staggered back, collapsing into the chair that was thankfully behind him, as his mind hurtled him to the day he’d kicked her out of his life. To Akshara’s tear stained face. Her hiccupping voice as she said,
“Neel humaare liye humare bachhe jaisa tha! Humne apne teeno bachhon ko khodiya!”
His own furious shout. “Sirf tumhaari wajah se! Iss barbadi ki sirf ek wajah hain. Woh toh tum!”
“Maa ki jo haalat hain woh sirf tumhaari wajah se hain!”
“Mera bhai, tumhari wajah se meine apne bachho ko kho diya!”
Her body wracking with tremors, face pale, eyes scared. So so scared as she pleaded. “Abhi, buss karo! Please! Nahi haalat meri!”
“Yeh batao tum apne aap ko face kaise karti ho? Aaj jo bhi hua tumhari wajah se hua, tab kya hua mujhe kya pata! Shayad aise hi kuch hua ho!”
Harshvardhan wanted to press the issue but refrained. He didn’t want to send his son on another downward spiral. He was back to normal and that was all that mattered.
“Let it go,” he inserted in a soft voice. “You’re fine and that’s the important thing. I’ll talk to the doctor and get the discharge papers ready. And I think we should meet Akshara and her…family. I would like to thank her.” Squeezing his son’s shoulder, he left the room to go and speak to the doctor.
****
Kasauli:
“Akshara?”
Akshara, who was watering the plants, turned at Harshvardhan’s voice. One look at his smiling face and she knew. “He is back to normal,” she stated.
“Yes, beti. He is back to normal. Doctor said he will need to continue some meds for a few more weeks but he can go home. He has been discharged. We’re going back to Udaipur. I’ll drop him there and go back to Mumbai. But I wanted to meet you before leaving.”
Akshara nodded. Her smile was now both tired and forced. “I’m glad I could help. Aap apna khayal rakhiye.”
Harshvardhan hesitated for a few seconds before extending the flat gift-wrapped box to her. “I can never thank you enough for what you did. But wanted to give this to you. Please, don’t say no.”
Akshara continued to shake her head, arms wrapped around herself. Hugging herself. “I-I didn’t do it for…I’m a normal middleclass woman now. I can’t accept such expensive jewelry…”
“It’s not jewelry, beti. Please take it.”
Too tired to argue, she took it and tore open the gift wrapper. It was a photo frame. With a picture in it. A picture of herself with Neel. A candid shot that was clicked at Birla house. He had his arm around her and a wide, happy, proud grin adorning his face and she was cupping his cheek affectionately. The bond they’d shared glaringly obvious in that one single shot.
“Akshara!” Harshvardhan grabbed and held her up as her knees gave away.
She shook her head, stumbled away from him, ignoring his outstretched hands and the helpless despair in his eyes. “M-mein ziddi n-nahi hoon! M-meine apni manmaani nahi ki thi uss din. N-nahi ki thi. I wanted to leave b-but Neel said, we’re going to be parents and we can’t ignore if someone else’s kid is in danger. I-I called bade papa. I t-told him to call the cops. A-and…” she grabbed Harshvardhan’s jacket. “I wanted to get down along with him. S-sach mein! But Neel locked my door and said y-yeh meri Lakshman rekha hain aur mein paar nahi kar sakti!”
Harsh nodded, his own eyes brimming with tears. He could imagine his son saying those exact words. Neel really had been Akshara’s Lakshman in every way.
“T-then I thought of my babies, wanted to drive away but I-I couldn’t leave Neel. I couldn’t leave Neel,” she repeated, hiccupping, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her chudidar. “I t-tried. I really did try to save him.”
And for the first time she cried out loud. “I didn’t kill him. Meine apne Neel ko nahi maara! Meine mere bachhe ko nahi maara!” Falling down on her knees, she whimpered. “Meine Sirat maa ko nahi maara!”
Harshvardhan held her close as tremors wracked her body and her eyes finally, after 6 long years lost battle with tears. Tears for her best friend, brother and dewar all rolled into one. Tears for her Neel. The pain that finally found outlet in her eyes reached her voice as her shuddering breath turned into a wail. A cry of a battered, broken woman. She hugged the picture to her chest, brought it to her lips, kissed it, hugged it again. She made a futile attempt to wipe her eyes before giving up and hugging the picture to herself again.
“I’m sorry, Neel! So, so sorry!”
Abhimanyu, who had been standing hidden behind the tree forced himself not to shed the tears that were threatening to rip out of him. He had no right to cry. He had absolutely no right for that freedom. He had snatched it away from Akshara that day, didn’t he? He had destroyed her that day, didn’t he? Forget her being the love of his life, he hadn’t treated her like a human being that day. He wondered if there was even a punishment fit for the sin he’d committed. As if that was not enough, he, in his insanity, had treated her like she was his.
“Kaise hain aap, bhai ji?”
Abhimanyu couldn’t look at Abhinav. “Aap kis mitti ke bane hain, Sharma ji?” he asked. “How can you even pretend to be cordial with me? I committed a crime. A sin! Akshara aap ki hain aur meine…”
“You were not in your senses, bhai ji.”
“And that’s it? I’m forgiven?”
Abhinav smiled. “Meine yeh kab kaha ji? But I’m not the one who should punish you or forgive you. That’s someone else’s right.”
Abhimanyu’s smile was wry. “She has the right to punish me but I don’t have that right to ask her, Sharma ji. I shouldn’t ask her for anything.”
“What if I say that the rules of morality and society that are stopping you now no longer exist? What if I say that there is no law holding her or you back? What would you do then, bhai ji? Would you still walk away?”
If anything, Abhimanyu paled some more. “Y-you left her? Because of me? Because she came to meet me? Please! Please don’t do that to her! All she wanted to do was help! She didn’t do anything wrong. Mahadev ki kasam, she never crossed the line. She trusts you. Please. She has gone through enough! You have a beautiful kid…”
“I know that she didn’t and she would never do anything wrong. It had been a mutual decision taken well before she came to Shimla to meet you. That day you said I came between the two of you. Now I’m no longer there between the two of you. Rest assured, I was her friend, will always be her friend and be at her side no matter what. Ab aap ko sochna hain ki aap ko kya karna hain. Apna khayal rakhiye bhai ji.”
There you go! The second and the last part.
The reset button for Abhira is on from this point fwd. They needed a complete reset and I hope I have given them that.
Abhi aur Akshu ka journey khatam. Abhimanyu and Akshara can begin theirs.
I will not ask if you have “enjoyed” the OS because it has been an emotional one not a light-hearted one. But I feel it was needed so that they could reach this point.
Thank you all.
Love,
Suvika.
suvika, I loved this! This is what they need to show in the show! I am going to pretend this is what the show is showing and live in my bubble! You are an amazing writer! I had tears! I felt their pain!
Love it love it love it!
I am so glad I was able to connect with you! You are amazing!
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