AbhiMaan/MaaHira OS : Threads of Attachment
Abhira was sitting at her stable trying to concentrate. Focus Abhira , Focus! She constantly reminded herself. But her mind was buzzing. The waves of his harsh words kept hitting her. The more she thought , the more distressed she felt. Every word of his had pierced her heart. The only man who always stood by her, suddenly stood against her. Ever since she got Yuvraj arrested, Armaan was throwing jibes at her.
But why was she so hurt ? The elders of the family always mistreated her but she never felt this kind of stinging pain. She never pondered so much over their nasty comments. Then why was it that only Armaan's words were affecting her so much ! Why Why ??
She slammed her spiral notebook and rammed her book. A throbbing migraine headache along with some dizziness accompanied her. She couldn't stand this pain anymore. With all the agony in her heart and head, she quietly laid down her head on the study table and bemoaned the loss of her once carefree heart.
Armaan entered his house and a series of events flashed before his eyes. The past night had been terrible. He was hurt right from the moment something in him, compelled him to shout on Abhira. He still couldn't fathom the divergent emotions he felt.
He regretted losing his calm. He regretted his harsh yells. He regretted everything. But he was so muddle-headed then.
He felt so vulnerable then.
He felt so vulnerable now.
And this regret mirrored in his eyes.
He was on the verge of a breakdown but somehow mustered the courage to gather himself. He led out a long breath and walked into his room .
There lay her feeble body. Her head rested on her hands and her eyes lay shut. His fierce wave looked like a river of calm today.
The guilt returned in manifolds. He felt attacked. How badly he wished to reverse time and undo everything but the time had flown just like a river.
"Bhabhi, my reel crossed 1 million views" , an excited Aryan came running into their room bringing Armaan out of his trance.
Abhira instantly opened her eyes and stood up. She smiled at Aryan and then her eyes met Armaan's eyes.
Armaan, when did he come ? she wondered
Why does Abhira look so pale ? he wondered
Bhabhi, your idea was superb! said Aryan dragging his phone towards Abhira.
Aryan, idea toh mera tha but execution toh tumhara tha na. I'm so proud of you !
Abhira patted Aryan while Chachi sa barged in with a medicine strip in her hand. She handed the strip to Abhira.
Abhira, tumhe fever hai kya ? he rushed to place his palm on her forehead to check the temperature. He seized the medicine with his other hand.
Abhira, tumhe phir se migraine ka pain ho raha hai, please bolo ? Kab se ho raha hai pain? Why didn't you inform me, baba? Abhira, speak up !! he grew anxious with every question.
Armaan, I'm fine , came her hushed reply.
Her hazel orbs suddenly seemed lifeless to him. She stood still. This was not the Abhira , he knew.
Her eyes were silent. She was silent. But the storm inside her was still not silent.
Abhira tum medicine lekar rest karo, okay said Chachi sa caressing her hair.
Get well soon bhabhi, phir hume next reel bhi toh shoot karni hai, Aryan whispered before leaving the room with his mother.
Silence crept again !
Armaan went to his bedside table and poured in a glass of water. Clearing the lump in his throat, he walked towards her.
" Abhira, have your medicine " he stretched out the glass of water.
Armaan, I will have it later she replied in a meek tone, turning around she started to leave. Armaan tightly grasped her hands and uttered with sheer concern " Kya ho gaya hai tumhe, Abhira" .
She turned around. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her head was throbbing with ache.
And he stood there, all tormented .
His emotions, his feelings had already riled up and now this silence from Abhira was making him feel worse than ever before.
Tumhe meri itni fikr karne ki zaroorat nahi hai, Armaan, aakhir Main Hoon… Kaun !!!
Her hand slipped from his grip. These were not mere words , these were daggers which were stabbing him to death. His own words from the previous night " Tum Ho ..Kaun " had finally come to swallow him. He felt choked and strangled altogether. His body became numb to this sudden realisation.
How could he redeem himself? he wondered. That night the always calm and composed Armaan Poddar lost his cool because he was fearful of losing Abhira. It was just his protective instinct for Abhira. It was just his fear, right ? Right?! Yes, it was just the fear of the danger that she had willingly invited by mapping out a plan to get Yuvraj arrested. It worked out in Abhira's favour but things could have taken an abrupt turn. He felt chaotic yet again. His failed assurance for his own feelings, left him all bewildered. His teary red eyes spoke volumes about the deep agony that he felt then.
Armaan, main Kiara ke paas ja rahi hoon. She needed some help in her assignment. Medicine le kar, wahi so jaungi. Tum dinner kar lena.
This girl never failed to amaze him. Out of all her sufferings and pain, she still made sure that he had his dinner. She still made sure that she was there for his family.
As Abhira left, the pain had exceeded and now his eyes were silent. But a storm was brewing inside. It was a storm of unattended questions, unacknowledged feelings, grief and remorse. He remembered Abhira dancing, giggling like a little child when her mid semester results were announced, laughing together watching FRIENDS past midnight, mimicking Abhira and her silly antics, giving her head massage, staying up all night and teaching her the case studies for her exam, taking her for a long drive just to destress her and shouting Taylor Swift songs at the top of their lungs during the drive back home. All these memories flooded him. Just then light rain showers began pouring in. Somebody in his neighbourhood was playing this one song on loop.
Ye moh moh ke dhaage
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
Koi Toh Toh na laage
Kis tarah girah ye suljhe
Translation
these threads of attachment,
have got entangled in your fingers
I seem to get no clue,
how to solve open this knot..
The words resonated with his inner turmoil . He closed his eyes only to get lost in this track and their memories once again.
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It was four in the morning. Armaan woke up by a jolt. He lay on the floor. The bottom front rail of the bed supported his back . He had slept with her thoughts and woke up with her thoughts too. He wished to catch a glimpse of her. He gathered himself and reached Kiara's room. But he stopped midway, ran his hands through his hair and gave a long breath. He needed a black coffee first.
He was taken aback to see Abhira already in the kitchen. Her hair, tied in a messy bun with smaller strands falling on her face. Effortlessly, she looked beautiful !
Armaan, tumhe kuch chahiye ?
Nahi ...mujhe kuch nahi chahiye …. actually mujhe black coffee banani hai. Main khud bana lunga.
Armaan, mai apne liye hot chocolate bana rahi hoon tumhare liye black coffee bhi bana deti hoon.
Tum subah 4 baje, hot chocolate peeti ho !
Aur tum subah 4 baje, black coffee peete ho, she said imitating him and then they both chuckled looking at each other.
Albeit for a minute, they felt home .
But awkwardness returned !
.....Abhira, saucepan pass kar do, please.
Nahi, Armaan, main bana rahi hoon na.
Thik hai toh main tumhari hot chocolate bana deta hoon aur tum meri black coffee bana do, cool ?
Done , deal !
The next five minutes, were filled with ruckus. Abhira messed up twice, by spilling the hot water once and breaking the ceramic coffee mug thereafter. Armaan and his constant instructions all went in vain. But finally the hot chocolate and black coffee were ready.
Abhira, garden mein chale ?
For Abhira, that was the most soothing spot in that entire house. An earthy smell of soil accompanied by the rain showers, cold breeze and her hot chocolate.
They both sat under the fading moon sipping their drinks. The fading moonlight shone on her face. Her hair flew in the cold breeze. She was sipping the hot chocolate that he had made. He suddenly felt home again. His heart felt warm on a cold night. He wanted this feeling to stay forever. He was still perplexed about his emotions but if there was one thing he was sure of, it was this how homely this feeling felt !
" Abhira ", his voice cracked and eyes teared.
I am sorry. Main janta hoon maine tumhe bahut kuch galat kaha , tum par chillaya , tumhe daanta and I am sorry for all this. Abhira, maine yeh kabhi nahi kaha ki tumne galat kiya, tum sahi thi bass tumhara kaam karne ka tareeka galat tha. Tumne apne aap ko risk main daal kar, woh plan banaya . Mere mana karne ke baad bhi tum back off nahi kar rahi thi, isliye mujhe aur gussa aaya. But I am also proud of you. Tumne yuvraj ko arrest karwaya. Apni mumma ko insaaf dilaya. You are the bravest girl I know, Abhira. Tum sach main apni mumma ki hi beti ho !
Abhira now had tears in her eyes.
Abhira, ek aur baat, tumhe pata hai agar sahi baat ko galat tareeke se bola jaye, toh uss baat ki importance hi khatam ho jati hai. Agar tum sahi ho, toh sabke samne apni uss sahi baat ko present karna bhi sikho, Abhira . Yeh sirf family mein hi nahi , life main bhi tumhare kaam aayega.
Aur tumne mujhse pucha tha na ki tum meri kaun ho?
Abhira, tum meri family ho ! Aur family se hum jitna bhi chahe gussa karein , woh hamare liye sabse important hote hai .
Armaan, I am sorry too. Maine bhi galti ki. Mujhe tumse pura plan discuss karna chahiye tha. Agar hum dono yeh sab mil kar karte toh shayad hum ladte bhi nahi.
Jaise humne yeh hot chocolate aur black coffee saath main mil kar banai abhi, haina ? said Armaan chuckling. She scrunched up her nose and laughed. Now this was his Abhira!
They both shared banters and talked their hearts out for hours only to witness one of the most beautiful sunrise of their lives, accompanied by a red rainbow !
Somebody had rightly said ,
Without the storm , there would be no rainbow !
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Side Note : If you reached the end, thankyou for sparing your time and reading this
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I had written this for another couple years back and after slight modifications I posted it for Abhimaan/ Maahira. Please excuse the typos. And do let me know how did you like it.
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