bound in love - preeto SS -updated.. - Page 5

A faint smile spread on praneeti's pale lips as she leaned on the doorway...D doorway dat had lead her to the truth of the girl dat she had blackmailed to be her daughter-in-law...She smiled at the dilemma that was now tearing her son... impressed with what he had grown into...proud dat at least he had inherited his father's quality of love so deep...so entrenched...so pure...dat time...distance...even betrayal failed to bury it forever...But at d same time she didn't feel worthy of them...felt disgusted to call herself d mother and wife of souls so selfless. "NO. These feelings of mine had destroyed our relationship once. Not again." Praneeti wandered across d dark hallways of the house as if sleep walking across d past years of troubled sleep...nightmares...fear of being around children. Suddenly a particular memory flooded back...when she had heard a small child cry in a store...and had broken down right there. "How do I go on? How do I pick up the pieces and prove I want to be his mom?" As Praneeti slid along the wall and collapsed into the floor...she felt an arm close in around her.

She used to be someone you could depend on to brighten up your coldest winter day. Dats d way Devjeet knew Praneeti in college. But the ones she had leaned upon had let her down. Her parents had simply refused to agree for her love...and her husband was too blinded by the joy of being her life to realize...to see...how every morning only brought her another empty day...how d angel...a part of whose flight he had desired to become...was now only a bird with a broken wing. Praneeti slowly looked up...and looked into the eyes of the man who had spent his lifetime waiting...waiting for her to notice his little caring acts...waiting for her to turn just once towards him as he lay cold on the bed with her...waiting for her as his eyes burned with the strain of reading & rereading d letter telling him of her departure. She was only someone...someone who had gone wrong...like a child that's lost her way.

He was not sure where life was going to take him...he just knew that he had to take her with him...no matter where he had to go. Rajbeer wondered whether it will ever stop...the pain...the pain that was like a well...that went on forever...and had no bottom. Vaguely he wondered how after all the times dat he had cried...when his mother deserted him...when his friends ridiculed him...when his father treated him as a liability...when Preeto stabbed his heart full of love...& wen finally last nite as he had finally sewed back his heart with the strings of true love...only to decide to slice it open again for her. Were there any tears left? & with this thought he cried again and there were just as many tears as it was the very first time he had cried.

"Somebody pinch me so I can wake up from this bad dream! Why am I not waking up from this bad dream???" Preeto rubbed open her eyes and looked around the room...to see d familiar things around her...d things with whom she had shared her few moments of bliss last night as she had woven d golden mesh of love. Then all of a sudden she was hit with a huge ball of pain, hurt and sorrow. "NO!!! This was real! Not a dream! Why couldn't this be a dream?" Reaching deep within her for strength that she didn't know she had, Preeto stood up for the resolve dat she had taken last night in a fit of just anger. Biji had once said that anger was fear turned inside out. Behind all the angry outburst of preeto, on the seemingly indifferent behaviour of her husband even after the revelation of the NA's truth, lay d greatest fear of all...d fear when d last stone u r hanging onto starts loosening threatening to throw you down into a pit of a life lost forever. Though immediately after raging on the pretending-to-be-asleep back of her husband... preeto had decided to trap her emotionally uncontrolled anger within the depths of her soul and fight the unfairness of Rajbeer's justice system. She would no longer plead for mercy and will not let herself remain unheard...betrayed...or disappointed. She would fight him...for him...for them...bcoz at d end of d day, all she desired was him. Her heart longed for him day and night. If she could only get past the tall wired fence around rajbeer...she had hoped and dreamt all last night...and now it was time for Sher Singh Preeto to live her dreams...live her right as Mrs. Preeto Rajbeer Singh.