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Chapter 4
There were so many questions and he had so few answers. He didn't want to lie to her but he couldn't tell her the truth either. Not if he wanted her to be happy. And so he chose the path of omission. That was the best he could do and perhaps she would hate him for it one day, but at least he could live with himself, knowing he had tried to give her a second chance.
"So Jiji got married, right Nanheji? I can call you that right? Nanheji, I mean? I don't know where that came from.. but it sounds so right. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not. Nanheji is fine." It was more than fine. She seemed to remember the little details, the trifles. She had forgotten all of the important things in the past two years, the events that had destroyed her life, and her memory had latched onto the last happiest occasion before everything had gone so horribly wrong.
"Nanheji?" He heard her voice calling to him and snapped out of his thoughts. Memory lane was a dangerous path to tread, and he couldn't afford to give himself away now. He looked at the girl in front of him; she had become a girl again, childish and innocent. The trials and tribulations that had forced her to mature had been blighted out of her memory and he preferred it this way. This was the Khushi he had fallen in love with.
"So.. Jiji's wedding? Do you know what happened? Where is Jiji anyways? Why hasn't she come to visit me?"
"Payal's wedding got cancelled, remember? And then.." He trailed off, realizing what he had done. Shit. The smile had immediately dropped from Khushi's face, the tears streaming down in rivulets at an alarming rate.
"It's my fault, isn't it? I know it is; it always is. Oh Devi Maiyya, what have I done?" She put her head into her hands and sobbed, clutching at her hair in her despair.
"No, no Khushiji, it's ok. Payal is happily married now," NK hurried to reassure her in an attempt to correct his mistake.
"What? What do you mean? Didn't you just say her wedding got cancelled?"
"Yes, but she did get married. She married Akash."
"Who's Akash?"
"The guy she married."
"Yes, I know that. But who is he?"
Oh god. How do I tell her? "Umm.. Akash.. Akash is a fashion designer. He's part owner of a big fashion company called AR Designs."
"But how did he meet Jiji? How did they get married? And in so short a time..?"
How do I tell her she's missing two years of her life? "Well.. what happened was.. umm.. Payal.. She umm.. she was really upset, you know because her wedding got cancelled. And you were missing so she was very worried about you too. And so she was wandering down the road and she wasn't watching where she was going and she couldn't see very well because it was raining. It always rains during times like this. Anyways, she couldn't see and she bumped into Akash. And it was love at first sight for both of them. And they got married." NK spoke quickly, hoping she wouldn't question the holes in the tale he had just fabricated. And Khushi, ever the romanticist, ate up the story without voicing any of the doubts that should have arisen.
"Oh that's so romantic! I'm so happy for Jiji! When can I see her? And I want to meet Akash Jeejaji! This is all so exciting! Thank you Devi Maiyya," and she subsided into fervent prayers of gratitude to the god that had abandoned her for the past two years. Perhaps even Khushi's Devi Maiyya made mistakes and this was her way of atoning to her most ardent disciple.
As he looked at Khushi once more embodying the emotion in her name, NK knew he had made the right decision. She was happy now, and that was all that mattered.
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"Arnav Bhai, courier for you."
Arnav looked up at the package Om Prakash was holding out to him and reached out for it, his normally steady hand trembling.
It was not until Om Prakash had left that Arnav allowed himself to look at what he held in his hands. It was from her. This he had known the moment he had heard Om Prakash's footsteps ascending the staircase to his room. How he knew, he could not say. He just did. The same way she had heard him calling her name when he had lost his voice.
Arnav Singh Raizada was afraid and the emotion was alien to him. His instincts screamed at him to drop the package and run, but he fought that urge. If there was anything he had learned in the last year, it was to face the truth rather than hide in a web of lies and so he forced himself to slowly tear open the envelope, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
The black beads poured out of the package, rolling in every direction across the tiled floor of his room. As he stared at the broken mangalsutra in his hand, Arnav almost laughed at the irony of the situation. He had longed to rip this very necklace off her body. He had resented the relationship it symbolized and he had finally gotten his wish when it was the last thing he wanted now.
She had not returned the papers, but the message was loud and clear, as if she had shouted it at him as she had done so many times before. He closed his eyes, her words echoing in his ears. He could still see her, in that pale yellow sari, tears streaming down her porcelain face, shouting at him for ruining her life.
"I HATE YOU!"
He had fostered that hate, cultivated it. He had destroyed the mangalsutra which now lay in his hand, the only thing that remained of his love. The piece of jewelry was damaged beyond repair, just like his marriage. And his life.
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