Part-3
All he could do was sit down amid the debris of his feelings and broken things.
He pressed cold palms to his forehead, trying to deal with this betrayed feeling and most importantly the feeling of doing unacceptable things with the innocent girl.
He sat on the floor and picked up the pieces of glass in his hands and clenched his fists so tightly that glass pierced through his skin and blood oozed from the cuts of his hands.Then he roved very slowly all around the rooms looking at the mess he created.There were spots of blood on the floor at each footstep.
Kalyani was at the entrance of the room she was shocked to see the terrible condition of the house. It looked like an earthquake came and extirpated everything. She couldn’t believe once she has seen the house being beautiful and now everything is damaged. How did it happened??
Malharji.. she called him while she made her way with odds and ends lying about the drawing room, she saw blood spots on the floor, the thought of worst happening scared her..She called his name again
Malharji… Aap kaha hai??
A sudden sound at the doorway startled him. He heard Kalyani’s voice calling his name…
“Is it Kalyani?? What is she doing here”.. he thought.. No it must be his imagination.. Why would she came here… he thought.
He closed his eyes in pain but again he heard her calling his name..
This couldn’t be his imagination when he tried to look, his teary eyes blurred his vision, he quickly wiped his tears and stood up.She was at door of his bedroom and had distraught look on her face.
Looking at his disheveled appearance & teary eyes, she understood that the things in the house has to bore the burnt of his anger.
Tum iss waqt yaha kya kar rahi ho..he said trying to sound normal.
Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai Malharji…she said to him in a low voice..
Sawaal pehle maine kiya tha.. he said in strict tone.
Aap ghar nahi aaye the mujhe chinta ho rahi thi..she replied
Kyu.. kyu chinta ho rahi thi aur kis liye..meri chinta karke tumhe kya milega.. He smiled sarcastically
A moment of silence between them..Her eyes fell on his wounded hands when she moved closer to him.
Ye aapke hath me chot kaise lagi…she held his hand in her hands. Kitni chot lagi hai..ye kya kiya aapne ye??her eyes got teary after seeing his hand.
He freed his hands.. ye.. ye kuch bhi nahi hai aur jisne tumhen itni chot di hai uske dard se tum kyu dukhi ho rahi ho kalyani..
Ab ye dard hi meri zindagi hai aur isi ke sath mujhe jeena hai..
Dusro ki galti ki saja aap khud ko kyo de rahe hai Malharji?? Khud ko takleef dekar aap ko kya milega.. She said and tried to hold his hands but he backed again.
Sukoon.. shayad sukoon mil jaye.. aur dusro ki galti ki saja tumhe bhi to di thi na to khud ko dene me mujhe koi takleef nahi hai.. Something dark and frighteningly still in his expressions.
She knew his rage could reach to any extent and he could hurt himself. The recrudescence of betrayal in his life making him more vulnerable.It pained her and she can’t let him be like this.
Moksh.. moksh ke bare me socha hai.. Aap khud ko takleef denge to uska kya hoga??
Aapko khud ko sambhalna hoga moksh ki khatir..
She knew only his son could get him out of intense misery…
Moksh.. moksh..
Moksh kaha hai kalyani aur tum use akela chhod ke yaha kyu chali aayi..
He held her arms and asked in anger when he realised he hasn’t seen him for long hours.
It scared her she replied in timid voice..
Moksh theek hai aur maine aayi ko bola hai uska dhyaan rakhne ko..
He released her arms and turn back.
She requested to treat his wound, at first he was adamant but at last he gave in to the request of his wife..She sat next to him and cleaned his wound with her dupatta and bandaged it on his wound.
Her eyes were kind as she looked at him. He felt that she has pity for him and he hate this..Why is she so kind with him??Whatever he did with her, he didn’t deserve this kindness from her. She should hate him.
It was difficult for him to put on appearance of brave for a long time. Unshed tears of anger and shame starting to burn his eyes. He broke down and began to cry stormily in front of her. She was shocked to see him like this and tears welled up her eyes and she cried with him.
He sobbed, his voice muffled in the folds of his T-shirt as he bent his head on his arms which rested on his knees.
Please Malharji shant ho jayiye.. ab bas kijiye.. Main aapko aise nahi dekh sakti.. Sab theek ho jayega..
Her voice trembled as she said and made him to look as her.
He met her eyes, then closed and swallowed hard, fighting back tears.
His throat swelled so much that he could barely force the words out.
Kuch theek nahi hoga kalyani.. kuch bhi theek nahi hoga.. meri zindagi, mere sapne ye ghar sab kuch kharaab ho gaya sab kuch..
Ek dhoke ne meri zindagi barbaad kar di aur maine tumhari.. Bina soche samjhe maine kya kuch nahi kiya tumhare sath. Apni hi nazron me gir gaya hu main kalyani…
The tears of embarrassment and shame rolled down his cheeks.
Aapne kuch nahi kiya Malhar.. Aapki koi galti nahi hai..she moved closer to him, held his face in her hands and wiped his tears. She understood that he was not angry because of sampada’s return, he was angry with himself. He was blaming himself for ruining her life.
She stroked his hair while tears coursed down her cheeks as well. She held him until he cried himself free .
When the tears finally dried, he looked at her face moving away from her.
Edited by Priyapriyu - 3 years ago