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Authors note:
I might be biting onto more than I can chew here but here goes nothing.
A five chapter SS inspired by the events of the current track... or should I say the effects on Ishra on the current track.
Chapter 1- The Abyss
"You said I killed you--haunt me then. The
murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered
the earth. Be with me always -
take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I
cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I
can not live without my soul!"
Emily
Bront, Wuthering Heights
He is in a dark room.
All around him is the cool blanket of shadows, torn by the light reflected on the screen by the projector.
It is the first meeting of the Texas buyers club post the contract he bagged last week. All the board of directors, vital staff members from his company, Ashok' company and the American firm TVC have assembled in the room.
One of Ashok' PA is making the presentation. There are flow charts, pie charts, data and analysis gathered for the project displayed in a slide show.
He sits in the furthest seat on the table in the room, directly opposite to the screen. To anyone who might look his way it might seem all his attention is only on the screen, when in fact it is not, not at all in the slightest.
He may be looking at the screen but he was not seeing anything on it. His mind was far too preoccupied with the troubles that have plagued his home, his life, his family, his marriage and mostly his wife for him to pay attention to anything else, even a multimillion-dollar deal.
He isn't nave to not know how one moment can alter life permanently, he has been on the receiving ends of life' bitter surprises one time too many to know that. It was a moment that shattered all his preconceived notions; regarding his wife' fidelity and his marriage to her. It was a moment that cost him his son' custody during a trial; where falsely accusations proved him an abusive father. It was also a moment, that changed his life when he was convinced by his father; to marry Ishita for Ruhi' sake.
All these moments singularly and collectively define his life.
He thought the last surprise life will ever spring upon him was his marriage with Ishita.
He definitely did not see that coming. Not only because he never wanted to remarry, but because never in his wildest dreams could he have considered Ishita for the part of his wife.
However, as they say life is what happens when you are busy making plans, it happened with him.
On a fateful February day, he ended up taking vows with her to gain the custody of his five-year-old daughter.
After which his life was never the same.
She was a part of his life now after all; his wife.
He loathed the very sight of her, not because she was a terrible person, but because she never shied away from showing him the mirror that reflected his cruelty, his bitterness and the ugly picture he had made of his life and that of his daughter's as well in the process.
Today though, he cannot imagine his life without her.
Has it been three days already, that she left his home? Three long days since he exchanged a word with her, saw her face the first thing in the morning and the last in the night.
Three whole days without so much as a glance in his way that would betray any emotion that she feels now.
Her parents stay just across the floor so thankfully, she has not moved far away, but it feels as if they have a rift between them.
He sees her daily, but it is not the same as being with her under one roof. It isn't the same as having the luxury to converse with her whenever he felt a need to do so, even if it was merely to taunt or annoy her, tease her.
It has been three days since he has seen a smile on her face.
Three days since, he finds her with a vacant expression whenever she looks his way. Even as her eyes, accuse him.
It hurts like hell.
He thought he knew what pain is, after what he went through in terms of a betrayal, a bitter divorce and heartbreaking custody trials of his kids; he never knew pain could exist in silence too.
For this pain is so much more powerful than the ones he had to endure before. He had a reason to be bitter, to hurt. He had his culprits and he knew their crimes.
This though is so unlike that time. Here he feels like a culprit, her culprit.
That moment doesn't leave him - the one when she walked out of his home holding her mother' hand. Her eyes that stayed glued to his, pleading, begging, asking him to do something. Say something, anything.
He had remained silent. He had let her leave and now the moment haunts him, gnawing his very being.
He feels ripped apart and shredded and he does not understand how it could be so.
He is not in love with her.
He thinks he cannot be.
Then why does her absence hurt and haunt him. Why is he craving a moment where she would look at him once again the way she usually does, irritate him, annoy him - talk with him.
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