The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Imagine a little lovable boy, who with his naughtiness and sunny nature, captures the hearts of everyone. You must have someone like that in your life. They are born happy, and they charm and they can never be down for long. People are drawn to them because of the sunshine within them and their cuteness from hell! If you were a shy introverted person, who had to look after such a little boy, when your family was going through hard times, what would you do? Lose your heart!
All through your life you endure bleakness, bullying, help your mother, struggle and achieve, and your soul yearns for a bit of fun in the sun - readily given by your brother, who adores you, who charms you, and who you just cannot say no to. His tantrums and demands are endearing. He loves you unconditionally - or does he? Over the years, indulgence and pampering from parents and yourself have made him feel that he is entitled to everything that he asks from you. Because you are the lion-heart. You give, starting with your very life. The only thing that holds you back from being with him, if at all, is a promise given to your mother.
But you not only love him, you love your other siblings as well. Your sisters - pretty young things, so innocent, so full of life, are the apples of your eye. You tell your mother that even if you are at a distance, you can always love them from afar and are prepared to do anything for them.
Your mother teaches you, over and over again, that the only thing that will save you when no one stands by you is God and the Truth. And you learn that the Truth is what you see and hear and smell and taste. You forget that the Truth can be unseen, and unheard, like air, but the absence of it can make you suffocate. And you cling on to the Right Things. The Things that restore your position in society. The Things that will let your mother stand with dignity.
Time goes on, life comes full circle and a Tornado enters your life. Half child, half woman. Her beauty inflames you, Her behaviour infuriates you. She bulldozes the walls around your heart and you peer out, only to find the barriers around Hers. You fence with Her, the long drawn out tango of love and denial. We watch with you, we sigh with you, we rage at you, we cry with you. Imprisoned by your tongue, but your eyes, your hands, your touch, your arms roam free. Every gesture and look tells the world that you are smitten by Her. Cupids arrows are in deep!
Your childhood friend pays a visit that turns into an indefinite stay. You sense the jealousy in your Love, but you cannot fathom why. Your loyalty is set in stone - it blinds you to the subtle signs of danger. The snake coils gracefully into her hole.
The day that you are ready to take a step as a man in the complete sense of the word, a man who lets his heart open up, you are trapped and betrayed by your childhood friend. She waits in dread as you are shamefully groped and set up and framed. She screams her agony at you as you stand there, paralysed by self-recrimination and shock. Humiliation. Condemnation. Your brother hugs you, but has not the faintest clue about you. How is it possible that he does not know the brilliance and purity of your heart? The fallout is nuclear. You are in a tailspin. Shes gone! For more than a month! With typical alpha male instincts, you find Her. You save Her yet again. You chase Her down. You confess. Yes, you confess. And She tells you its too late.
Miracles in all shapes and sizes happen. And She is back! She wants to be with you. You start to breathe again - too soon? Then the curve ball is pitched at you. The person who violated you plays her card. You are in a way, used to this. You are used to letting people go in order to do The Right Thing. But just as the Lord spared Abraham the terrible fate of sacrificing his own son, he lifts the wool from your eyes - just in time .. For She was at the sacrificial alter already! Your anger is terrible. Yet you only damage inanimate things, hurting yourself in the process.
God is great! Is this for real? Your Love, and all the romance in your heart combine to make your life heaven. And as you once more wake up to the day of your nikaah, the universe conspires (actually 4 lions writers) against you in a diabolical and Machiavellian plan.
The ones who love you, who bask in your protection have destroyed their survival instincts because they know that you can fix everything. Two fugitives, hiding for their lives, calling on phones frantically, caught like rabbits in a spring trap. No! No! it was a huge misunderstanding ... an accident ... a terrible mistake ... a gargantuan error ... it did not happen, it cannot happen, we are never going to talk of it again! Its not valid. It cannot be!
The mushroom cloud spreads over your roof. Your runaway bride and your brat brother in a room. Terrible news - as one sister became a wife, another tried to take her life! You are shocked. What can you do? And your brother, the one you have lived for all these years, looks at you, sobbing incoherently. His eyes slide away as he asks you for something far more precious than your life.
Sounds fade in and fade out. You look at Her alabaster figure. Why does it seem so far away? You grasp Her and She sobs, cringing, her body folding into itself. Please Zoya! Say it's all lies! Please ... Please! Your breath chokes out of you.
A sound to your side ... its him! You feel movement and a thud - you are holding your little brother against a wall! You smash the pane out of its frame. Blood falls on the floor - one time, she ran out and got a first aid box, held your hand and wiped the blood and pain away...
You gaze at these two weeping. Your brothers mouth opens and the words spill out, making his terrible check mate moves around you. The Black King is surrounded. Your soul is splintering, your heart is crushed, and you watch Her weeping, weeping for the life She must face now, weeping for you, for Her, for Her hopelessness. You stare at your brother, begging him, for once in your life. She is more than my life! So much more! She shakes in grief as your confession slices through her. But he does not stand down. He leaves the ball in your court and jumps out of the window. Rumpelstiltskin has done his work.
The Right Thing. Your compulsion is as strong as ever. She protests, and says that this was not real. She struggles like Isaac did when he was tied to the alter by Abraham. You ask Her if She trusts the love you have together. She begs for mercy like a wounded animal. You are half dead, but you cannot stop yourself. And you lead her out. And you take her out. And you walk, as she stumbles behind you, her cries killing you inch by inch.
The road to hell.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
