Hola Amigos, I am Madz. π
Okay, I am not new to this forum but I am new to BALH forum members coz I hardly interact here and I have tried this simple and straight OS. I have written this for the contest but for some reason I did not send it. So...Here it is. I have written so many things on Maaneet and one OS on Viraj but this is my very first on RaYa.
I absolutely love Ram and Priya. Till date my most fav couple was MerDer but now in the list, RaYa added. I blush when RaYa talk lovingly. π³ This is new for me as I am not much into couple thing, I just watch anything for HOT guyz but RaYa is complete different and I love THEM! π³
So, Here it is,
I hope you'll like it! π
~ Where I
Belong ~
'Sign it by evening'
That
was it. He threw the papers on the table but I felt like it was on my face, it
hurt. He left. I looked at him closely but never did he look into my eyes nor
did he say any single word. I knew he was angry at his worst. I chose silence.
I sat there for few minutes, complete blank. This was it? This was all I get? I
know our marriage was not one of best in the world, but I can't even get a
chance to save it? I recalled the moments of yesterday night, I shivered. I was
surprised and shock at the same moment because he denied his own mother. A son
was rejecting his own mother and sister. It was unbelievable. I pitied on him.
He needed someone to make him understand what he deserves. As I knew his anger
showered upon me for trying to find out about his past, and I already got my
punishment, 'Divorce'.
This
is it. My marriage could not even last for few months; I had to go back to my
home by the evening, before he comes. Once in my life, I was not ashamed because
I'd have to go back home nor I was scared to answer my parents why this
happened. All I could feel was his pain, this was not right. He can't do this,
not because I wanted it, because he needed someone. Even between everyone in
this family, I have seen his eyes, lonely and sad. Why can't I give back his
family to him, if not a happily married couple then we were at least friends.
Least I could do was to help him but as usual, he did at what he is best, he
escaped. I skipped classes for the day, my mind was blank, I sat for hours on
my bed, recalling every moment we spent in Australia with each other, never did
I notice that I was already crying. I didn't even realized until it was evening,
when sharp golden rays of the sun reflected in the mirror from the pane, I
knew, it was time. It was time to leave everything behind. I packed my bags and
looked at the room one last time, the closet for which we fought like children
and just everything. I was beginning to leave and I heard his footsteps, I got
scared, I really did not want to piss him off again, I walked ahead in hurry,
without even looking at him, and suddenly he held my hands from back. I
shivered. Usually, we never shared physical touches; after all we were not
normal, happily married couple. Compromise was the foundation of our marriage.
It was something new to me, I stopped.
'Wait.'
Silence.
'You
don't need to go.'
Silence.
I
might be dreaming. Why would he stop me? I turned around and dared to look at
him, fearfully. His eyes were red and heartbreaking as if he had been through
trauma, and face was completely gloomy, I tried to say something but I was
stopped. He put his fingers on my mouth.
'Don't
leave me...'
WHAT?
He
said that? Did he? Or I was imagining things? I stood there silent, he left my
hand and I stepped back, just few feet away from him.
He
continued,
'I
know I screwed last night but I need to tell you something. No doubt, this was
most disgusting day of my life. I thought and thought and finally come up with
this. So...You just listen to me. Just once hear me. I know my mother very well,
I know they don't even love me; she married my father for money. I know they
want me only for money, they don't even remember my birthday, I am just money
machine for them but when this happened with my sister and mother, I was too
young to understand anything, I was influenced by mom. I accepted it, I never
thought back, I was hurt enough to look back. And now I am used it. I am used
to this careless life. I am used to be alone and when someone tries to break
the walls around my heart, it hurts. I have been living this life from long years;
it's not easy for me. We know why we married but who thought I would say this
today. I...I know it was just compromise and I knew everything would be according
to my wish but you came. You came into my life like miracle; You are the first
one who treated me like a living person here except for Dadi. You brought back
me which was lost somewhere. You made me feel like I am special to someone. It
feels nice to know that someone is there for you, you made me feel like I was
needed somewhere of course not for the money. All I can say is that you don't
have to go...Yes I can say that you don't belong to this house but you belong to
me. I am not sure about future whether I can change mom or not, I am not even
sure about anything, I don't know what would I do now, I don't know how would I
deal with this thing but I know one thing that whatever will happen, I want to
see it with you because...I just need you. Yes, you belong to me. We belong to
each other. That's it. You belong here...Not in this house but here...'
He
placed his hand on his heart and smiled. I stepped forward and placed my hand
upon his and ever so slowly, I placed my head on his chest. Nothing in my
entire life made me feel this much secure and safe. There were no tears in my eyes.
I was just in the moment. I took time and it was amazing. After I stepped out a
moment later, I was too shy to look at him but even the awkward moment passed
and he broke silence.
'Are Yaar...I am done. Now can we go have
dinner? I am so hungry.'
I
smiled. He smiled. I held his hand.
'Are
you sure you don't want to say anything?' he asked me smilingly.
'No.
You said it all. All I can say is that, I agree' I blushed.
I
clutched my hand into his, tightly and we left smilingly. I knew there were
many things to come out, many things to face but for that night, it was just me
and him. I was with him, I was home. For the time being, it was just more than
enough. For the time being, it was just enough that my compromise marriage
turned out to be fairytale one. For the time being, it was just enough that I
knew where I belong. For the time being, it was just enough that I was with
him.
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Edited by maanddy - 12 years ago