Ok, here's part 1. It may seem somewhat vague and lame but there's a background story which will come in the later parts. Hope you all like it 😃
Part 1:
"Virat? Mr.Virat Singh Vadhera?" he heard someone call out to him and Virat turned to see his client's brother looking quizzically at him. He came out of his reverie and nodded his head. "Main aapko thank karna chahtha tha. Aaj aapke wajah se mere bhai ko insaaf mila hai. Thank you sir." the teenager shook hand with him and Virat mutely accepted his thanks. He was getting impatient now. His mom had called him 20 times when the session was on and had left a text message calling him home urgently. It had taken a long time today at court and Virat was in no mood for any more trouble. But when he saw the calls from his mom he knew that something was seriously wrong at home. His thoughts immediately went to her. "Kahin use kuch hua toh nahi..No, no…Manvi bilkul theek ho chuki hai right? Phir ? But mera dil kyun darr raha hai ki kuch galat hua hai?". He wanted to hurry home but his Chachu was stuck with some of their opposite lawyer team and they were exchanging formal pleasantries. Virat waited for almost 3 minutes before going over to the group and whispering to his Chachu that he was leaving. Inder didn't have any choice so nodded and Virat rushed to his car while trying Manvi's number for the umpteenth time. His wife had switched off her mobile and Virat hated it when she did that. It meant trouble and he didn't want trouble today. Not on his wedding anniversary. He sat into his car and whizzed through the lanes of Chandigarh, praying that his wife was ok.
"Manvi beta, please mat jaao! Bataao to sahi kya hua? Tum dono ke beech jhagda hua hai kya?" Vanshika tried one final time as she saw her daughter-in-law leave the house. Jeevika and Viren had gone to Rishikesh for her pregnancy's final month. Beeji had wanted the delivery at the place where Jeevika felt her parents were and the Vadheras had agreed. There was nobody who could stop Manvi now as Dadaji had gone to Delhi with Buaji for a few days. Vanshika felt helpless as she could see her third child, her Manvi leave her. Manvi hugged her mother-in-law who had become her mother "Ma, main yahan jis wajah se aayi thi, wo poora ho chuka hai. Main jaanti hoon ki mere is faisle se aapko kitna dukh pohunch raha hai par agar maine ye nahi kiya to aage jaakar is poore ghar ko dukh hoga. Aapko apne bete ki khushi important hai to mujhe jaane dijiye. " she consoled her and went out into the taxi she had booked. To take the journey back home from home. Unaware that as she went through the lanes of Chandigarh there was another car which was coming in search of her, to their home.
Virat reached home a little late thanks to an unexpected roadblock and a long diversion. As he entered the gates, he felt an emptiness set into him. Everything looked the same but he felt as though the air of happiness had been sucked out from him. An unknown fear clawing at his mind, he rushed inside "Manvi!" he involuntarily called out the name as he stepped into the hall. His eyes searched for her but fell on a dejected and broken figure sitting on the sofa. "Ma! Kya hua mom?" he asked worriedly and crouched near her, holding her hand as her saw tear stains on her face and looked at a lost looking Kadambari Chachi sitting nearby. "Chachi? Mom? Koi kuch bolta kyun nahi hai? Kya hua? Manvi!" he again called out the name but heard a slight sob escape his mother's mouth "Wo chali gayi beta. Hamare ghar ki lakshmi, meri beti , hame chod ke chali gayi. Apne ghar ko chod ke chali gayi." she said and started sobbing. Virat felt numb and turned towards his Chachi "Pata nahi Virat, kya hua pata nahi. Main bahar gayi thi, aur jab wapas aayi, to bhabhi ne mujhe bataaya ki Manvi chali gayi. Mujhe kuch samajh mein nahi aa raha hai Rabba! " she lamented to an almost lifeless Virat. She had left? Left him? Virat ran towards their room, unable to believe that he could no longer feel her presence there anymore.
Manvi felt the first drops of rain running down her face , mixing with her stale tears as she put her face near the window of the car. She had left behind a broken mother, snatched the joy of a happy family and perhaps earned the hatred of the whole clan. But somehow she felt some solace that she had at least set a man free. The man to whom she would be indebted throughout her life. The man who had her heart, her life and her soul with him. Her husband, her best friend. "Madamji, aap theek to hai na?" the driver asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Manvi closed her eyes again and let the rain fill her emptiness "Sab kuch theek hai. Ab sab kuch theek hoga." she replied and the driver continued driving towards Rishikesh.
Virat swung the door open and glanced into the eerie silence of their room. He felt as though the vibrance and the colour of his world had left with her. He walked into the room and saw the stereo switched on but paused. Mechanically he switched it on again and stood in front of the mirror, trying to find her in himself.
Darpan dekhun, roop niharun
Hoo darpan dekhun, roop niharun
Aur sola shringaar karun
Pher nazariya baitha bairi
The song playing washed over him and he glanced at her bangles and jewellery kept intact on the dressing table, none of them looking beautiful without adorning her. The box of sindoor was open and he could imagine the red powder sitting majestically on her parting, reminding him of their relation and his right over her. The red bangles she had worn during their wedding were scattered on the table and he felt their sparkle had decreased without her hands to wear them.
Kaise ankhiyan chaar karoon
Koi jatan ab, hoo koi jatan ab kaam na aave
Usse kacchu sohat naahin
Virat moved to the empty bed and caressed the ruffled up bed spread where she must have placed her bag, while packing it. Virat almost felt the subtle fragrance of Manvi emitting from the pillow, her wet hair's dampness spread on her side of the bed where she would have dried her hair before leaving. Suddenly his eyes fell on a stark white paper on the table and something magnetic pulled him towards it.
Mora piya mo se bolat naahin
Mora piya mo se bolat naahin
Virat took out the paper from underneath the heart shaped paper weight he had bought for her during her birthday. He tried to read the legal looking document with his tear blurred eyes and furiously wiped the tears. In a matter of second his pain changed to fury and then frustration as he saw the scawly writing of her's in a small paper attached to the document.
"Ab tum azaad ho. Hamesha khush rehna. " he read and slammed the papers back on the table. Damn! What was she thinking?! How could she set him free when his heart had already surrendered to her?! "I'm not taking this Manvi" he resolved to himself " Tumhe wapas aana hi hoga. Ab main tumhe dikhaaunga ki mujhe freedom ki nahi apni wife ki zaroorat hai. And you are not getting away from me , Mrs.Manvi Virat Vadhera!" he said and took out his own bag to pack. To start his mission of getting back his mad wife.
Ok, how bad was it? 😆 Comments please!!!