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CHAPTER 37
"Being a sister to a sweet, kind, trusting Jiji who was the same clothes size, and liked to share her excellent wardrobe had its advantages" Khushi thought to herself, happily, as she watched Payal go back and forth between her own wardrobe and Khushi's luggage. They had been in Payal's bedroom since this morning, packing beautiful saris and kameezes into Khushi's duffle bag, chattering all the while. Khushi gleefully focused on the many new things she had managed to worm out of her Jiji, as Payal grabbed a particularly beautiful blue tissue sari with crystal work off of the hanger, and smilingly placed it into Khushi's bag.
"How did you convince Arnav-ji to let you go to Lukhnow, Khushi?" asked Payal, for the second time that morning. Even as she turned to place another set of clothes into Khushi's duffle bag, Payal noted the stammering murmer from Khushi as she tried to deflect Payal's mild query.
"Being a sister to a lying, impulsive, crazy little tornado came with its disadvantages," Payal thought to herself as Khushi plunged into speech:
"Wo sub choro, Jiji! Pata hai, Shyam ko ek raaz pata chal gaya! NK came this morning, he was looking for Aakash jiju and Arnavji, but I got him to tell me what he found out anyways! Turns out, the message we were all talking about last night came from a location in Lukhnow, Jiji! A place called Parveznagar! I don't know anything else, but the location is pukka- NK is going to go there today, to find out more.
When NK told me what "PN" stood for, I remembered that Happy Singh-ji is from that area of Lukhnow!! So I called Sarita this morning, and she confirmed that Happy Singh-ji's father still lives there, isn't that just an example of Devi Maiyya's guiding hand?!! NK will go with me to Lukhnow, I begged and begged and he has agreed to take me, so I will be fine, Jiji!
Arnav-ji is focused on hunting for Shyam in Delhi, apparently there are a lot of leads to Shyam's wherabouts to be had from his client files. I'm sure he is right, but at the same time, I thought that someone should go to Lukhnow, look into things there. And who better than me, Jiji? A girl from Lukhnow!"
Payal knew her sister, so she knew better than to reveal, even for a second, how completely horrified she was at Khushi's artless plans...
"So..I am currently packing a bag for you to go off to Lukhnow, without your husband's consent, to track down a man who tried to kill you four days ago?" Payal thought to herself as she surreptitiously picked up her cell phone as Khushi chattered on about train time tables and the need for a discreet exit from Raizada House. As much as there was a sibling code, Payal had realized, of late, that there was an equally important "Khushi" code between her and her Jeth-ji...And that code would expect no less from her than what she did next-- she texted Khushi's husband about Khushi's upcoming plans.
Darkly hinting about overprotective spouses who did not seem to think their wives had any sense at all, Khushi failed to notice the rapid movements of her sister's fingers on her cell phone. Khushi thus failed to realize that there were worse things than overprotective spouses to deal with in this life---a completely furious, enraged rakshas was no picnic, either.
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Rituals ground people, because people like repetition and being able to depend on things. Arnav Singh Raizada liked to get up at a certain time each morning, have his coffee served in a certain blue mug, and preferred the sense of continuity that his everyday rituals gave him. However, rituals don't take well to change, so being married to a whirlwind like Khushi of course, completely erased Arnav's peace of mind.
This calm structure had collapsed from the moment his cousin NK had had a whispered consultation with his wife in the early morning. Immediately grabbing her phone and murmuring how she needed to call Sarita, his quicksilver wife had rushed out, forcing him to choose between following her out the door like a besotted fool, or calmly getting dressed like he had done every morning, since well before his marriage.
Khushi's actions should have rung alarm bells, but Arnav had clung to the routine he had outlined for himself, and had promptly left with Aakash to head out for Shyam's office, to get their investigation into that madman's actions underway. Now, a text message from Payal had pretty much shot his well organized, well-planned day to hell.
This was what came of marrying a woman with more hair than wit Arnav gritted to himself, as he read Payal's message again.
Payal's SMS- "Why is Khushi going to Lukhnow with NK, Arnav-ji?" had plunged Arnav into a morass of panicked fear, and his calls to Khushi's cell, and to NK's had gone unanswered. He hated impulsive actions, but he still left Aakash in charge with the paperwork and the interviewing of staff members at Shyam's office, while he rushed back to Raizada House, to stop his wife's apparent suicide mission.
Arnav Singh Raizada had not started this morning in the best of moods. He had slept badly, if at all, and Di's words to him from last night still rankled as he suffered from a sense of helplessness and panic because of his own attachment to his wife. Now, Khushi's new, secretive mission to rush off and investigate Shyam's Lukhnow connections on her own set fire to Arnav's simmering anger.
Because of his conversation with his Di from the night before, Arnav had resolved to be less intense, more aloof, to give space to his wife and to himself. This marriage would only work if he did not obsess over his new wife, and lived his life the way he always had--with deliberation, with calm, with structure. Khushi would occupy her place, she would perform her roles as a wife and daughter in law. In turn, he would honor his roles-- as her husband, protector, and as the man of the house. This was the way things had to be, their love, his passion, all of this wild single-minded need would be governed through rigid control, through a system of checks and balances.
Arnav had decided on all this as he had forced himself to leave this morning. He was struggling with trying to maintain some kind of structure in the face of the frantic chaos that was life with Khushi Kumari Gupta. Now, as Arnav Singh Raizada bolted into his car, he found himself, for one second, longing for the evenly spaced rhythm of his life as it had been before his marriage. Rushing through morning traffic, frantically texting Payal to hold Khushi hostage if need be, until he got there, Arnav found himself churning with a mixture of rage, fear and irritation.
This was what came from marrying a child, he told himself savagely, as he screeched his car past traffic snarls. This was what came from ignoring all sensible instincts and giving himself over to a pure emotional free-fall. This was insane--this frantic, ridiculous dramatic existence--and this all would have to end. Now.
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The morning aarti with which she greeted her day was a soothing ritual of permanence for Anjali. Ever since she had been a little girl, she had stood, freshly showered, obedient and serene before the stature of Devi Maiyya, first with her mother and later on, with her grandmother by her side. This was a start to each day--praying to her deity for whatever needed to be given an extra dose of divine protection that day.
The prayers had always had been offered through good times and bad, with the steady earnestness of a truly pious woman. Being a Raizada, of course, there had to be, and there was, one key difference.
Most women who are pious pray for their families, for their loved ones, for the people of the world. They offer their devotion as a guarantee to their Gods to help safeguard and protect many people--their family and friends, their loved ones, their community and country. Given her nature, it is therefore important to note that for Anjali, prayers and protection for her entire life had centered around one being--Arnav Mallik/Singh Raizada.
All of her life, Anjali's prayers had been some form of wishes or boons for her brother. When she had been young, praying before Devi Maiyya in their Sheesh Mahal mandir, it had been Arnav who she had prayed for.
Chote's exam results would need Devi Maiyya's intervention, or Chote had to be made to stop doing something particularly naughty, or Amma had to be convinced to allow Chote to go on an overnight fishing trip with friends.
Now, those little problems gave way before huge ones.
This morning, as Anjali bowed her head in prayer, she, for the first time, prayed for something that was against Chote's interests, but still imbued with her love for him. She worshiped her Chote, and her adoration was as undimmed, as unequivocal as it had ever been. But there was a new dimension to what she wanted from her Devi Maiyya--she wanted Chote to never know. Today, her love would force her to do something she had sworn to herself she would never do.
Limping her way to the second floor, Anjali grabbed her thaali, praying that the solid heaviness of the silver platter, loaded, as it was with symbols of prayer and devotion would give her some semblance of control, some strength to breach the walls she was about to attack. Anjali shuddered before coming to grips with her nervousness, and, swallowing her tension, she slowly opened the heavy carved door and stepped inside.
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Manohar Raizada looked up from his morning paper as Anjali limped slowly into his bedroom. Her smile was as sunny as ever, but the expression in her eyes...he was alert. Accepting his niece's offer of prasad, he watched Anjali warily as she settled down on the ground beside him, her eyes lifted to his.
"Mama-ji, I am going to Lukhnow today, to stay with Priya Desai for a few weeks. I will be staying at Sheesh Mahal, as well, so please don't worry about my whereabouts. While I am there, I thought I'd check in on some other relatives as well. It is long past time for me to do something for the family, Mama-ji. I thought I'd come and ask you for some information.
I know everything, you know, so don't lie. The time to pretend that we are not monsters is long gone, I think. We have been keeping a little boy in some poor orphanage somewhere, deprived of love or kindness, keeping him away from us all, like a secret we have to hide. It has weighed on me, Mamaji-the cruelty, the callousness--all to an innocent, to our own blood.
So, please tell me, Mama-ji...exactly where have you hidden Druv Mallik?"
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