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Letting her go
He watched as she walked away, her hand around her arms, which were shaking with suppressed sobs. Kunj was having a hard time standing on his feet. This was all wrong, all wrong. His mom wasn't supposed to raise a suicide threat. His dad wasn't supposed to be fighting for his life. His family shouldn't be dealing with all this.
This was supposed to be the most beautiful day of his life and not this never ending nightmare. Most importantly he was not supposed to let Twinkle leave like this.
And Twinkle, how could she just leave? And he was letting her go. He jerked forward. He could not let her go. Sure he was angry at her for keeping him in the dark for so long but that didn't mean he would just let her walk away from him like that. She was his WIFE and he wasn't going to let her leave him alone at this juncture in life. She shouldn't be asked to leave. Moreover he shouldn't be letting her leave.
Twinkle could not even take care of herself, she was in no shape to be alone. The accusations Usha had thrown at her had shattered her as had Kunj standing at one side, saying nothing. He had just stood there, crying silently while his wife had tried valiantly to defend her actions and respect. Kunj, her Kunj had done nothing to defend her. He just stood there like a statue while Usha kept insulting her and blaming her for everything. Kunj had been struck helpless. He had to choose between his mother and wife. He had made his choice given what his family had been going through. Twinkle bit her lip, throwing a longing glance at the gate. She stopped.
"Kunj?" His name slipped from her lips like a prayer, soft and faint.
Tears were streaming down his face, and he pushed open the gate. She met him halfway.
"Tum," she did not know what she wanted to say.
"Don't go," he told her, looking so lost. She wanted to gather him in her arms and tell him that she loved him, that she would always love him.
"Kunj, Mummyji," she implored, her eyes wide. He could see the sheen of tears that she was trying to hold back. She had put up a brave face when she had shot back at everyone, but it was breaking now, in the face of the one person who held power over her.
He placed his forehead on hers. She closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, memorising the feel of his skin on hers, the feel of his hands on her arms. He slipped his hands down her arms, and she fought shivers. Only he could evoke such a response from her. He gathered her hands in his and brought them up. Clasping them together, he looked at his wife.
"I'm sorry Twinkle, I am sorry for not having fought for you. I'm sorry for letting you down. My anger took over me." he whispered, not wanting to break the spell that had fallen around them. "I'm not staying here, not without you."
Her eyes sprung open and she looked at him, not able to believe what she was hearing. This was the closest either had ever come to expressing their feelings for one another. It had been felt, and shown, in the little actions, but they had never spoken out loud how they had gone from friendship to so much more. And while her heart sang for his admission, albeit roundabout, she knew that he could not go with her.
"Kunj, Mummyji ko tumhari zaroorat hogi. Aur Papaji ko bhi. Agar tum mere saath chale aaye, toh unka khayal kaun rakhega?"
"I can't let you go like this Twinkle. This isn't right," he said.
"kunj..." she began but was interrupted by him
"Please aise mat ja. Agar tu gayi na toh mai bhi aa jaunga tere saath."
She tilted her head to the side with a small, sad smile. His lies were easy to spot, when one knew what to look for. He sighed deeply, caught. He would not leave, not when his family needed him, just as she could not stay. They were both bound to other people besides one another.
She looked lovingly at him, as though trying to absorb it all. They stood there in complete silence for about a minute or two. Neither of them uttered a word. Their eyes did all the talking.
"Twinkle please aise mat ja. Mai maa se baat karunga. Woh samajh jayengi. Abhi gusse mei hai." He said desperately, trying to make her rethink her decision.
"Mujhe jaana hoga Kunj. Mummyji aur baaki sab ko tumhari zaroorat hai. Tum aise toot nahi sakte." She said, trying to fight back her tears which threatened to spill any second.
"Aur mujhe teri zaroorat hai Twinkle. Tu aise kaise ja sakti hai? Itni naraaz hai kya mujhse? Mai bhale kitna bhi gussa ho jau par tujhse dur hone ke baare mei soch bhi nahi sakta." His voice was broken and the pain he was going through was clearly visible in his eyes.
She placed a hand on his cheek, allowing herself the luxury of running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck one last time.
"Yeh humari akhri mulaqat thodi na hai," she pulled his cheek.
He gathered her into his arms then, unable to let her go just like that. They savoured the feel of their arms around each other, his one hand tangled up in her hair. He could feel the tears she had not shed soak in his shirt, and he cried unabashedly into her hair, burying his face among the long tresses.
They stood under the moonlight crying their hearts out. He couldn't process how things had taken such a turn for the worse. A few hours ago he was about to confess how much he loves Twinkle and now here he is, bidding goodbye to her. His heart wrenched at the mere thought of spending his days without her.
Twinkle stood there feeling secure in his arms. She needed to muster up all the strength she could to finally make her let go. She could spend a lifetime in his strong arms but fate had other things planned for them. In such a short span of time her most beautiful dream turned into her most dreaded nightmare. She tightened her grip around him as though he would disappear if she let go.
Pulling back reluctantly, Kunj caressed her cheeks. "Apna khayal rakhna," he told her.
She nodded tearfully. "Tum bhi."
"I'll be thinking of you," he told her, letting go of her. She smiled tremulously up at him, taking a step back. She paused, wanting to fling herself back into his arms, and hold on for dear life. He seemed to understand her feelings, and took a step back himself, gesturing for her to go. The longer they dawdled, the harder it would be for them to let the other go.
Their eyes clearly gave away to the pain they were in as the tears started rolling.
She held a hand to her mouth, and blew him a kiss. He closed his eyes. Her heart ached, and she could see that ache reflected in every pore of his being. Things were not right.
She watched as he stood where she had left him, staring after her. She never let her eyes leave his form, not until he was out of sight. She had to be strong, she told herself. She had to fulfil the promise she had given her husband, to take care of herself. She had to be strong for him. He would break if he saw her letting her guard down. Someday, perhaps the things that had gone wrong would be corrected.
For now, all they had were their memories, which would be held close to their hearts. They would remember one another, and love another, and pray for the day when wrongs would be righted, and they would be reunited
P.S Shakti thank you so much for the title 🤗
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