I was thinking about what I'd like to see on the serial next. And thought of writing it down.The story starts from the point where Pratigya has left the Thakur house and SS has refused to let her come back....
Hope you will enjoy it...😆
Part One
He looked at the fire beseechingly. Familiar faces were seen everywhere. He caughth the sight of his two best friends. For a moment, a twinge of longing appeared in his mind. How he wished he could be there, with no apparent tension, enjoying the present, just like before that darted love happened.
He closed his eyes and mildly scolded himself. Wasn't it enough that he's hurt his love so much already? Now he's thinking bad of his love. What's wrong with him, what's wrong with him! I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy,crazy....
He clenched his fist tightly and felt the sharpness cutting his already wounded hand. Opening his palm, he saw the broken piece of mirror that he's been carrying since he broke the mirror. The piece was shattered, broken, blooded...just like his heart.
He folded his fingers over the piece once again and wondered for a moment. He needed to talk to Chandu & Tunna. Should he go and interfere the midnight picnic they are having with some other pals, or should he just call them? He decided to call them after thinking a bit. Better not show everyone what a mess he is right now. They should never know what a mere girl can do to Krishna Singh.
He almost laughed aloud. Mere Girl? His Pratigya? The love of his life? He tightened his grip on the broken glass, fresh blood dripped on the road. This was his punishment, he's decided. Every time the dirty mind of his dared to think something bad about Pratigya, he would hurt himself again and again. Until he learns...
"Krishna Bhaia, what are you doing here?" he spun on his spot to find himself face to face with Chandu & Tunna, his loyal friends. A bit of calmness appeared on the raging sea of his mind as he saw the two faces. At least these two will always be on his side. They, perhaps, will show him where he went wrong without any inhabitation but at the end of the day will be there to support him.
"Well, I wanted to ask a favour from you." he said in a calculated voice and watched the curiosity on their faces. "One of you have to slap me."
"Bhaia, what are you saying? How can we slap you and why do we need to slap you?" asked a super confused Tunna. Chandu, the most sensible among the three, however looked thoughtful.
"Just wanted to know how much it hurt." mumbled Krishna.
Tunna gave Chandu a "make him understand" look while Chandu rolled his eyes. "Bhaia, you can be so much hopeless sometimes. Can't you see that...that your slap hurt Bhabi in her heart. We told you that she's not only your wife but also your lover. She took the slap on her heart."
As usual the words of wisdom only instigated Krishna more. He retorted, "Stop that nonsense and tell me what should I do?"
"Apologize to her?" suggested Tunna.
"I already said Sorry to her." Krishna growled.
"Not that 'Sorry' kind of apology bhaia." Chandu exclaimed. "Send her a gift, something she loves!"
Something she loves? Krishna sat there shocked. What did she love? Flowers? Chocolates? Jewellery? He was filled with shame on himself as he realized that he knows nothing about her, nothing. What does she want? What would be ideal gift for her? What would make her happy? He's no idea, not the slightest idea.
Regret filled his insides. They've been married for few months now. What has he done in those months? Why doesn't he know a single thing about her choice? All those months..and all he's done is to look for ways to conquer her physically. What has he been thinking?
He ran his hand through his hair. "Listen, I'll have to go now. I'll talk to you lot later." He bade his friends and started his bike.
Startled by the abrupt goodbye, Tunna & Chandu stood there, looking at the dust flying from the distant bike's wheels.
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He stood leaning against his bike on the isolated road. It was well past midnight. As far as he could see, he was the only human awake in the whole world. Engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't hear people approaching him from behind. When he realized, it was too late. He felt the world breaking as bullet pierced through his shoulder blades. On an instant his hands reached to his waist only to find that he was not carrying his revolver. The next blow was on his head, a hockey stick came down in a lightening speed. That was the moment he understood that he was lost, he was outnumbered, they were armed and he was already weak. After all he hasn't touched a single morsel of food since Pratigya left him.
He felt blow after blow coming towards him, someone kicked him hard on his neck. This confused him, they're armed. Why instead of putting a bullet on his head, they are wasting time beating him up? The answer came immediately. Personal Vengeance. Angad. The audacity of the bas***d!
He almost got himself up with the power of his blinding anger. The second bullet finally came and hit his hand instead of his skull. Someone cursed, sound of running footsteps, someone screaming........
Pratigya...he muttered, in the same way the lost pilgrims ask for water before their last breath.
And everything became darkness.
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