Part17
She had been a doll previously, and then he made her a ragged doll and finally broke her into pieces. All these years she lived with the hope that at least there had been a love in her life, he took away even that light from her. He was slowly making her life meaningless. The tears she was shedding, signaled, that he was losing the most beautiful pearls of his life. Both of them, in their emotions forgot that they loved each other.
"You want to seem innocent by your new attire right?"
"No...no...I don't want to prove you anything or anyone in this world...I...I just want to...protect myself."
"You haven't left telling lies right? You couldn't protect yourself from me and this makeover is going to be a shield...huh? What if I take you on bed right now? Then what? Is this going to save you from me?"
It was him, really? She couldn't believe the demon who stood before her to be Arnav. This couldn't be him. He would never fall so low, but it was the bitter truth. Maybe it was her, who had failed to recognize him.
"Why do you want me to undergo what your family members have..."
She halted, he was...was pressing against her roughly.
"If my family should get devils then you deserve one too."
She had brought in between his mother and sister and that was the biggest mistake she did.
He picked her up nailing his hands in her waist; she knew what he was up to.
"Arnav ji leave me!"
He ignored all her pleas and threw her on the bed. He opened his shirt buttons and rammed himself on her, "This is what you deserve..."
He forced himself on her. She resisted but not the fact that he was more powerful than her. He moved her sleeves down the shoulder, biting her ferociously, on her neck and shoulder blade, she was crying all the way, "Please...please don't do this...spare my life...please..." He was too indulged to give an ear to her. He started to fiddle with her kurti. Her eyes widened, he wasn't moving from her but getting more fierce, she couldn't shout now, couldn't take him off but just bear him and what the destiny wanted her to.
"Dad...dad...where are you?"
It was Karan, just outside the room, the door wasn't locked and anytime he would barge in. Arnav moved up, quickly closed his shirt and went outside immediately collapsing with Karan.
"Why were you in Mumma's room?"
Karan tried to look beside Arnav's waist where the open door provided view of Khushi's room, the duppata was lying on the ground and he could hear some sniffing voices.
"Mumma aap..."
Arnav came in his way making him frown.
"Hato, mujhe Mumma ke paas jaana hai."
Arnav closed the door and got hold of Karan's hand.
"Khushi so rahi hai, tum use utha do ge."
"Phir aap wahan kya kar rahe the?"
"I forgot my keys in there, let's go and sleep now."
When Karan was soundly sleeping, Arnav got up.
His inner self was eating him up. He went to the wash room and closed the door behind him. The tears dropping simultaneously from her doe eyes flashed in his mind. The Raj Kumar failed in his attempt to caress princess but the Rakshaas succeeded in stabbing her heart more than ever. How could he ever utter such foul words to her? He went to the basin and washed his face, but even that couldn't get him rid of the reality. He banged his fist against the wall and closed his eyes. There seemed to be no other way to get rid of the edifice of guilt inside him than to ask her for forgiveness. But would she ever listen?
Lying on the bed, no more than a crumbled piece of paper she was snuffling.
She wasted her life. For the man who never loved her. She was the one, mad, who had got the notion that he possessed similar feeling for her as she did for him. Those heart beats, the telepathy, those tears, kisses, were her fantasies and mere crap.
She wanted exodus from her life.
She didn't want to any more ponder on the fact that there existed no relation in her life now except for being a mother. Garima had been right in throwing her out of their lives.
She got up and stumbled to the washroom, closing the door behind her. She managed to face her in the mirror. Her arms had the redness of his fingers, and her neck and clavicle filled with his wild bites.
She opened the shower and poured her heart out, repenting the moments she had hoped to rejoice.
He entered the room, but it was clear. He tried the door of the washroom, it was locked. She must be inside, the shower was on, not to wash but to hide the sound of her miseries. He knocked the door.
"Khushi...I want to...talk to you."
There was no reply. He went, waiting for the morning to talk to her. It was already 4 a.m. and he needed to talk to her before 6, otherwise Naani would be up and he would miss his chance. Almost at 5.30 he got up and rushed to her room. He went inside, astonishingly she had tidied the whole of room, but she wasn't there.
"Did she leave the house?"
He went downstairs and rushed towards the gate, he was stopped by some noises from the kitchen. It must be her, it should be, he prayed, yes it was, his Khushi, engrossed in her favorite chore, cooking. He let out a sigh of relief. But how would he start talking, she would refuse to converse anything immediately. Maybe he would have to make up the reason and then start talking.
She could sense him approaching, she started to tremble.
He would...drag her...throw her...force her...finish...the...act...he left...incomplete...
He entered and walked to the fridge involuntarily. From behind he had seen her getting frightened; he had seen her shaking from the fear of facing him. Yet he moved towards her.
"Khushi..."
She turned towards him but looked down towards the floor. She didn't want to face his eyes which didn't contain love for her. He extended his arms and cupped her face, lifting her face to some extent,
"...last night, I didn't want to hurt you by saying all that rubbish, I didn't mean to force you...but I got angry and...did monstrous acts. I'm sorry."
She never looked towards him but just looked anywhere. All of a sudden he took her into an embrace, enclosing the warmth between them, making their bodies collide once again; his arms clasped her entire body against his. He kissed her in her hair; she reciprocated and hugged him tightly.
A while later he left, convinced that there was nothing to worry about. As she saw him got a tear escaped her eyes. She had realized that even though he had used her for revenge, he was in all means more powerful than her. He possessed her and would control her life, and if she didn't obey him he would take out his wrath on her in worst form of torture she could think of.
Yes, he was mistaken, she neither pardoned him nor reciprocated his hug because of their love, she did all this because she had accepted him a Master who's Puppet she was.
Faasle Meelon ke Hain
Worse than this, Daadi had seen them hug.
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The twins came hurrying down in the lounge when everyone was busy getting ready for the day.
They sat on dining table leaving a place in between. Arnav was sitting on the other side curious to know why they left a partition in between. Karan remembered that he had forgotten his pencil box and rushed upstairs to get it.
"Arrey, my chubby sweet hearts have got up so early today..."
Khushi remarked as she approached the dining area. As Khushi placed the placed the tray on the table, Aleisha kissed her, "Good morning to my sweet Mumma."
Khushi too, in turn kissed her, as she was turning to serve them, Aleisha suddenly held Khushi's hand, "Face me..."
Aleisha saw like a scientist in her eyes, Khushi realized what she was up to and freed her hand. She place a sandwich in her plate, and then in Karan's, Aleisha began to call out for Karan,
"Karan! Karan! Jaldi neeche aao!"
He came running down,
"Kya hua?"
"Mumma ro rahi thi..."
Arnav was dumbstruck at Aleisha's statement, just by looking in her eyes she read her mother.
Khushi made Karan sit down on the chair in a haste, "No she is joking Karan..."
Aleisha frowned, "I am making a joke? Karan then you look, I am telling na..."
Now Karan started his inspection, he didn't even agree to Aleisha and started sobbing.
"Aap meri wajaa se ro rahi thi na...Mumma sorry mein ne aapko hurt kiya. Mujhe bas aapke saath rena tha, mujhe aapke bagair nehin rehna tha...please...sorry...maaf kar do..."
Khushi was shocked he would accuse him and his want she wiped his cheeks, "No my janu, I told na I was not crying. That stupid red chilly went in my eye and it got red. Don't cry okay?"
Arnav couldn't believe what he was seeing. They figured out so easily that she had been crying. And Karan was unbelievable.
They finally sat and had their food, that seat was reserved for Khushi; she would sit in between them and feed them in turns. When they had finished, Khushi told them to wash their hands, get ready and come to Mandir for praying. As she was setting the thali, she heard Ayush break a glass. She got worried that he might have got hurt but Payal saved him. HP came and cleaned the floor and she was done with the pooja.
"Mumma! Mumma! Hum aa gaye!"
They twins cried shouting their entrance, they even startled Arnav and he came to see what the hush was. As Khushi turned she saw Aleisha running barefoot towards her, where a piece of glass waited her.
Khushi ran towards her and stopped Aleisha before she could hurt herself.
She smiled as the twins hugged her to say goodbye as they were leaving for school. No one but Arnav saw the piece of glass penetrate her foot.
End Of Part 17
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