Madhu clutches her heart in pain as if she is being stabbed over and over and over again. She has been numb ever since RK stormed out when she put up Sultan's picture in their room. She wanted to cry but no tears would come out. But now she feels such unbearable pain that she can't breathe. People say love is the most beautiful thing in the world. But it also makes us vulnerable to pain and betrayal. Madhu is getting a bitter taste of this betrayal as she just witnessed her beloved patidev enter their bedroom with another woman.
Madhu (slowly slides down the door and whispers brokenly): How could you RK? How could you?
She sits against the door and finally lets hot, angry tears rush down her face. Her sobs got louder as she hears guttural, animalistic sounds coming from inside their, noinside HIS bedroom. The sound of her breaking heart is so loud it's paradoxically mute yet so loud it is deafening. Does he hear and feel it breaking into itty bitty teeny pieces? Can her heart shatter any more than it already has? Will it ever mend again? Will she be able to ever forgive the husband for whom she compromised her self-respect and dignity? Can she ignore that he is happily betraying her with another woman?
Madhu (wipes away her tears and whispers angrily): I did it for you. So you will be safe from Sultan's evil intentions. And youyouBETRAY me with some random s**t off the street? Did you ever love me RK? Was it really thatthatEASY for you, to make a mockery of our wedding vows? WhywhyWHY couldn't you believe me when I said Sultan is alive? Why couldn't you support me and protect me from that creeps advances? I had to put up with so much to guarantee your freedom and safety but you only saw it as my betrayal. I thought you could read my eyes RK? Couldn't you see my pain, my helplessness? Couldn't you see that I love you so much that I would do ANYTHING for you? Is our love that weak that you could hurt me so easily? Is our love so weak that you would think I could betray you so easily? Is our love so weak that YOU COULD BETRAY ME, OUR MARRIAGE, OUR VOWS SO EASILY?
She covers her ears in pain as she continues to hear the rhythmic creaking of the bed and their shouts of pleasure. No good deed goes unpunished. And she is paying a huge price for risking it all to protect her husband. Madhu tightens her fist over her pained heart, imprinting the broken mangalsutra into her soft palm. She slowly opens up her palm and stares blankly at the symbol of their marriage, at the BROKEN symbol of their marriage. With a lot of effort, she stands up and slowly walks away from the door. Each step increased her resolve.
As she is about to take the stairs, Madhu looks up at the mirror on the opposite wall. She stares in horror at the smeared sindoor on her maang. Slowly she approaches the mirror and she touches her reflection. Her reflection screams, LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME? Who is she now? Is she just another broken woman with broken dreams and a broken marriage? This can't bethis can't be happening to her againNOT AGAIN! His betrayal nearly killed her last time. How will she cope? How will she survive? She swipes her forehead and stares painfully at her red stained finger. It's blood red. The same color of her bleeding heart. Once a symbol of their love and union; it is now nothing but a bitter reminder of their painful, suffocating, nonexistent relationship. Sobbing, Madhu furiously wipes away every single speck of the sindoor as if she is erasing every vestige, memory of her marriage with RK. She glares accusingly at her reflection, blaming the girl in the mirror for her trouble.
Madhu (speaks to her own reflection): I hope you're happy now that you've broken me. (Thinks of Sultan) SultanI am done. I will no longer give in to your demands. To hell with you! Do as you please, I WILL NOT let you play with my life and self-respect. You're a devil and Bappa will make sure you pay dearly for your crimes!
She looks down at her broken mangalsutra, clutching it tightly to keep all the beads intact. Madhu stares at it for long moments. Then with a furious shout she throws it on the floor. She watches painfully as the beads scattered in all different directions yet strangely also feelsfree.
Madhu (furiously whispers): I am done with you Mr. Rishab Kundra. You have killed any vestige of love I had for you. You have played with my heart, mind, body and soul. NO MORE! We are no more. As of now and forever more, I am only Madhubala, not Madhubala Rishab Kundra, just Madhubala.
comment:
p_commentcount