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Okay. I don't know why I wrote this, or where it came from.
It's around the time they got married.
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He heard small sniffles from somewhere nearby. After all, that's what had woken him up. He decided to go see what the noise was.
He got up from bed, and silently, like a predator tracking prey, he tracked the noise. It was coming from the poolside.
Peeking through the large french windows, he saw her. There she was, shivering, curled up between by his beloved plants, looking up at the sky. Tear tracks ran the length of her face, and even down her neck.
Arnav Singh Raizada felt the image tugging at his heart-strings. He felt like he had wronged her. He felt guilty, and an immeasurable pain at seeing her tears. He didn't know why. He was supposed to hate her, with all his heart.
Khushi Kumari Gupta had single handedly managed to ruin his beloved Di's life, albeit with a little help from his Jijaji.
But it didn't matter. He was going to make it all right, make all of his Di's wrong-doers suffer, and regret every moment of their life. He had already started.
Khushi. She would never be fully accepted anywhere, ever again. Especially when news that she married ASR for six months leaks to the media, conveniently, after the six months' time. And he ensured she suffered every day of their "marriage"... She couldn't go anywhere without informing him. She had to change how she dressed, and behaved. She had to sleep outside, near the pool every night. He was also planning to make her replace her entire wardrobe - all her suits and sarees with western clothes, her joothis with pencil heels, and her ugly bags with sleek, sexy designer bags. He smirked imagining her extreme discomfort in those clothes.
His reverie was broken, by a few muttered, disjointed phrases...
"Amma...maafi...galti...dhoka...Arnav-ji..." And at that he heard louder sobs.
He moved closer to the window to hear better, standing in just in the dark, so as to not be seen.
The tears were flowing continuously now.
"Amma... kaash aap yahaan hote...toh shayad kam se kam aap toh meri baat sunte.. hume aise hi, ek pal mein paraya na karte..."
"Hamara koi nahi hai Amma...Na toh Buaji, na Amma, na Bauji, na Jiji..."
"Na toh yeh... Sab kuch kyon kiya inhone?
Jab maine kuch nahi kiya hai, kisi ko bhi taqleef dene ke liye...main kyun aisi akeli pad gayi hoon? Aisi sazaa mujhe kis baat ki di jaa rahi hai? Aap Bhagwaan se poochiye na Amma... Hume jaan-na ki humne kya kiya tha aisa..."
"Kyun apne aap se door rakhte hain hume...jaise hum koi raste ka jaanwar ho... kyun amma? kyun?"
She was now fully on the floor, in a foetal position, her head turned to look at the stars.
"Amma... Hume maaf kijiye...Aap ko aise tang karne ke liye... Par humari baatein sun-ne ko toh koi aur hain nahi... Jab bhi hum unse poochte hain ki humna kya..."
Arnav moved towards his bed, not wanting to listen anymore.
That's when he realised. His face was wet with tears.
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