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Sitting at her plush chair in office, she looked outside through the cabin, the sun was sat. Most of the staff left for their homes but she was still there,sat in her cabinand blankly staring at her laptop screen. She looked at the rest of the staff who was busy in wrapping their work hurriedly and anxious to went their home, near their families. " HOME " a place where your heart lives, where you find solace, a place where you had someone with whom you can share your worries but she didn't have anyone, anyone with whom she can share her laugh, her tears. Sighting loudly she read the letter, it was another incentive letter which she received today but it really matters? She collected her stuffs, locked her office cabin and went towards her home, sorry house.
Walking tiredly in dark passage of office, her mind was recalling the events which took place in her life before 1 year. Their one silly decision which they took in their anger spoiled everything, everything which once they had. She was Ishita Raman Bhalla...sorry ex Ishita Raman Bhalla and now Ishita Iyyer who took divorced with her husband Raman Kumar Bhalla.
She thought her life will be peaceful after their split, they will be in more peace after their divorce. Didn't knew about him but she thought something like that for herself but their condition was completely different the way she thought. Her nights converted into sleepless nights. The calmness became restlessness. Changing positions, meditation, listening music nothing worked for her. She didn't knew where this life led her, she only knew her life had darkness... only darkness without him. Life was never like this for her those 30 years, she was also alone before their meeting and never imagined the meaning of her life changed after his arrival. But who thought that her happiness was short lived, their relationship of 5 year broke on bitter note and with blink of an eye they separated.
She closed her eyes and started to recall the happy moments which she always cherished as the best time and moment of her life. Lost in her world she didn't realized that she started to walk in middle of road. A faint smile came on her lips on recalling the moment she spent with him. Her trance broke by constant voice of horns which made her realize that she was in middle of road. She looked upwards and found a truck in full speed was approaching her. Before she able to decide her next move, she felt someone gave her hard push and she was in air and in next second everything became dark in front her eyes...
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She tried to move her body but every time because of immense pain she unable to do so. Sighting lightly she gave up tries and made her stiffed body relax. She finally gained conscious after 10 hours but unable to open her eyes because of numerous injuries on her body but she was able to feel the pain which was unbearable for her.
" Beti are you fine? " a shaky voice fell on her ears, she felt someone unknown soft touch against her palms. She heard someone affectionate voice after so long which made her open her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes, she saw 2 blurred figures in front of her eyes. It was the old couple who sat beside her holding her hand. She smiled faintly and thanked them through her eyes while they nodded and signalled her to take rest. Soon doctors came in her ward for her checkup and informed them that she had fracture in left leg and minor injuries on spinal cord and forhead and clearly instructed her to take complete bedrest.
" Beti tumhare ghar se ab tak koi bhi nahi aayq tumhe dekhne. Tumhare ghar wale rehte hai yahan? " old woman asked gently while caressing her hairs. She shook her head in negative which made them worried that who will took her care. Suddenly their gaze fell on her engagement ring and they further asked, " Beti looked like you are married. Where is your husband? "
" We are divorced aunty " she whispered and closed her eyes again.
" Koi baat nahi beti. Tumhara koi toh hai na is sheher mein. Laao apne pati ka number do "
" Nahi uncle main manage kar loongi " she tried to deny but her pleads went in deaf ears and with halfheartedly she gave them Raman number. On the other side of city, a man was feeling restless today, his favourite sport, drinks nothing helping him to calm him. An year was passed from their separation but he never felt something strange in these past year. Yes he admit he didn't able to get a wink of sleep in this past year but today he was getting negative vibes from evening itself. Was it because of his ex-wife? Sightingly he poured another drink for himself and increased volume of jazz music.
He was about to sip his next drink when his phone buzzed. He creased his brows on seeing an unknown number in odd hours. " Hello " he received call in little tipsy state. The calmness on his face became frown and within seconds he grabbed his car keys and drove fastly towards city hospital. No matter how much differences they had the fact was she is still his first love, his life. She is the girl who showed him the new dimension of life. Life was smooth for him even before her arrival in his life but her arrival made his life more worthy.
As far as he remembered he didn't knew the meaning of living for someone else. Being the only boy of rich Punjabi family, he lived his life with full of luxuries and comfort, as he was bright student in his college days, he managed to got admission in best colleges of India and top placement in company. Soon he managed to achieve the goals through his hard work. His most of the days occupied with his work and rest of the days in parties. He never imagined that he will able to give his life to someone else rather then parties but he himself didn't imagined that he will got his love lady in such one party.
She is the definition of beauty with brain when he first saw her in pub. She sat on bar counter with her orange juice and shaking her legs slowly slowly on beats of music. Her big chocolaty eyes and rosy pink lips were smiled with her whenever she saw her friends swaying themselves on beats of music. It was their first meet when he saw her first time, even their eyes met too, they saw a spark in each other eyes whenever their eyes met. After some time they even talked with each other while shaking their legs. His lips curved again on recalling the Ishita he met but same time his mind started to think possible ways why he called from hospital that too as Ms Iyyer husband. Soon his car halted in front of City Hospital and he rushed at 4th floor.
His worst fear became true when he saw her at hospital bed in motionless state. No matter they hate each other or had difference, he still care for her. He looked at her leg which was covered with plaster while her head too covered with white bandage and scratch marks on her face and hands.
" Kaafi major accident hua hai aapki wife ka Mr Bhalla. Woh toh luckly yeh Bach gayi varna kuch bhi ho sakta tha. She need lots of care now, kaafi blood loss bhi hua hai inka" his heart stopped to beat the moment he heard about her state. He gently ran his fingers through her tangle strands which made her feel ease. " Kit...kitne dino se hai Ishita yahan? " he further inquired in stammered voice
" last 2 days se Mr Bhalla. Aaj subah conscious gain kiya inhone toh humne aapse contact kiya. Give her complete care, atleast for a month. She also had spinal injury jisse yeh baith nahi sakti zyada so make sure ki yeh zyada se zyada rest kare " he nodded on doctor advise and took her hand in his rough one again.
" Ishita ko yahan kon lekar aaya? " he further asked. Before doctor answer he saw a pair of old man and woman entering in her room along her medicines. He thanked them don't know how many times while they simply smiled at him. Who will say that the couple is divorced, at one side wife whispered her husband name in unconscious state and another side husband was crying on seeing his wife in such condition. They patted his back and told him to take her care. He didn't know how many hours he sat beside her, he himself didn't knew what made him do so but he didn't wanted to leave her side even for a second. Did the love was still there which once faded in between complaints and fights???
The first thing she saw after opening her eyes was her ex husband who was sleeping resting his head on her bed. She can't express her feeling after seeing him in front her after an year but it was not sadness surely. Somewhere inside the heart she was delighted when she felt his hard palms against her fragile one. Soon he also wake from his nap and immediately called doctor. The discharge papers signed by him and with help of hospital staff he brought her at parking and soon drove at their... no his home.
She was in his bedroom now, they reached home and he adjusted her stuff in closet like earlier and went to prepare essentials for her. Making herself comfortable on bed she looked at room which was not her now anything which earlier belonged to her was not her but nothing even changed there too. The curtains, sheets, furniture once they selected together was still there. Did he had still something for in his heart?? Lost in her thoughts she didn't noticed that her husband came back from kitchen along food. Helping her to sit, he forwarded spoon of soup towards her. It was first time in past year when their eyes met, there was something in eyes which they saw in each other eyes. It was hurt, it was pain of being alone, it was pain of longingness which they saw... was their decision of spilt is worthy?
Helping her in finishing her dinner he made her lay down and retired to kitchen. Her gaze suddenly fell on their wedding photographs which were still hung in their room. Her dry lips curved on seeing the beautiful memories once they created together. No matter how much they cursed their marriage in last 2 years but still they consider their marriage as best decision of their life.
Seeing their smiling faces, her recalled the day when she first met him. After their meeting in pub, she never imagined that they will able to contact each other but their stars favoured them and they soon met again in their common friend birthday party. The simple formal meet soon started to bloom in friendship which was fondness from Raman side. Mihir and Bala was first who read his mind and helped in every possible way to meet her. And from there things became more beautiful for them, sometimes with pranks, sometimes with casual flirts he made her each day cheerful with his little antiques. Slowly slowly she started to see her dream Prince charming in Raman who was handsome and breathtaking by looks, intelligent by brain and a perfect gentleman who knew to give respect to girls.
" A perfect man with no flaws " she said to her Amma and elder sister once when she shared her feelings with them.
" Hume khushi hai kanna ki tumne apna jeevansaathi chuna but life itni simple nahi hoti jitna tumhe lagta hai. Marriage means understanding, compromises along with trust. Kya tum apni life ke saath adjustment kar paayegi kanna? " her Amma asked with concerned voice as she knew her daughter lived her most of the life as carefree bird.
" Yaa Amma. Raman bohot cool hai aur mujhse bohot pyar karte hai. Unhone hi mujhse kaha ki mujhe apna job chodne ki bhi need nahi hai. He loves me so much Amma. Please meet him once Amma " she pleaded her mother
" But tum sirf usko past two month se hi jaanti ho Ishu " her sister vandita reminded her about their relationship which started just two month ago but Ishita again denied her sister. Taking approval for the alliance from the families was not the big deal for them as they only wanted their children happiness. And soon they tied in bond of marriage, her dream of marrying to a prince charming became true where he found his Ms Perfect in Ishita.
A lone tear fell on her skin which brought her back to present and realised that life is no more beautiful for them now. In between their self ego they brutally killed their beautiful relationship. She took a deep breath and found her husband beside her who was in deep slumber but still held her strongly. She caressed his hand which was on her waist and another one was above her head. " Aap tab kahan the jab mujhe aapki zarurat thi Raman? " she asked to herself and closed her eyes to grab some sleep
Days started to paas which slowly started to mend their relations. She saw a new Raman in him which she never seen in earlier. Though they didn't spoke much with each other but who said only words need to communicate emotions, even silence and eyes can spoke volumes but isn't it was same eyes which only split fire for each other? Their eyes were communicating their state of heart today but once they only showed how much they suffered, their hatred. His accusations, her complaints, his explanations, her questions...this was all about their life in past two years. She sighted and made her body comfortable. The memories of their ugly fights and split always left her restless.
He stole glance from kitchen and found his wife sat with closed eyes where her fingers were tapping on glass top of their dining table. He sensed her body posture tensed. And it didn't took him second to understand she was recalling the previous sweet sour moments between them. His state was also same like his wife. After living alone in last one year he realized how much she matters in his life. Their love didn't ended it only faded in between work commitments and their self egos. He realized they were able to mend their relation but they preferred to split rather then talking. He thought his life will became more easy after their split but he knew his how he passed his each second of life without her. After realizing her place in his life he tried to talk her many times but each time his self guilt stopped him to do so. He knew things will never went the way he wanted but after hearing news of her accident and the time doctor said him he had to take care of her for a month, a tiny hope rose in Hus heart which told him might be it will became an another chance for them to resolve their issues.
Giving last glance at her, he poured hot soup in bowl and went near her to feed her. " Ishita " he called her softly which made her open her eyes. Adjusting her chair lightly he started to fed her soup slowly. She did nothing but looked at him. Was he same man whom one she accused that he is careless, rude and only wanted her for his self pleasure. She felt his fingers on her fingers which made her look in his eyes, Raman was removing flicks from her hairs while his eyes were staring her. She unable to see the hatred in his eyes the once he said in effect of excess alcohol. " You...you spo...spoiled my life. Interference always. I hate...hate you " she recalled how he accused her in tipsy state and dropped himself on bed. She closed her eyes not to recall that memories more and looked at her husband again who wiped her mouth and gave her water to drink.
Her next few days passed in self battle. Her most of the time passed in thinking about the man who was doing everything for her without uttering a single word. It was not like that he never cared for her or was always rude with her in fact he always made her feel like princess the day she accepted his proposal. He gave her fairy tale life but she didn't knew her happiness will be short lived. After few months of marriage she saw the drastic change in their lifes. She admit the reason was not Raman, she was equal responsible for the indifference in their relation.
Due to busy schedules, lack of time & professional commitments distances started to increase between them. Sometimes because of him or sometimes because of her... their personal time started to became work time which usually left other one irk. Their sweet nothing whispers changed into formal hello...hi, their flirting became taunts and their intimate moments turned in self pleasures. In few months their equations changed which started to create differences between them. The small was enough for them to put false accusation on each other to satisfy their egos.
" Raman aaj Piyali ka birthday tha. Aapne promise kiya tha ki aap aaj disc aaoge but you didn't came sabke partners aae the bas aapko chodke " she yelled in frustrate tone on seeing her husband in tipsy state at 3 in morning
" Come on yaar. Tum gayi thi na wahan. We are not different Ishita. " he casually said while loosening his tie and throwing his shoes near sofa.
" Aur aap kahan the? Aapki friends ki gathering ho toh jana hai but you always ignore me Raman " her frustration grew more on seeing him throwing his things in room.
" I texted you already ki mujhr boss ke swath jaana padega. Tumhe har cheeze mein itna orders kyon threw karne hai yaar.Live your life aur mujhe apni jeene do " he mumbled and buried himself in pillows.
" You was not like this Raman. You was not... ... " she shook him frantically and shouted
" What the hell Ishita!!!!! Stop complaining. Aise toh tum bhi Shagun ke saath mingle nahi hoti ho aur na hi mere baaki friends ke saath. Did I ever complaint? " his voice rose more now. In between rising temperature and self ego they started to accuss each other which led their fight towards a bitter note. From that day she started to live in other room to avoid him.His each attempt to mend things brought them towards new fight. The life which first was a fairy tale and dreamy for her now became unbearable for her, the girl who was girl of dream for him first remained as complaint box for him.
Lost in chain of thoughts she didn't even realized her husband was behind her, calling her name from past few minutes. His tapping on her shoulder made her came back in reality. He came in room to inform his sudden meeting for which he had to go office for some hours. She nodded and assured him she will took care herself. Thanking for her favour which was unlike his behavior he moved towards washroom for quick shower while she decided to help him by putting his clothes on bed. After lots of struggling, she managed to stood up with help of walker she went towards his closet to bring his clothes. She caressed his formals lovingly on seeing them hung in systematic manner which she never saw earlier.
" Are waah... the great Raman Bhalla itne systematic ho gaye " she chuckled on him while seeing his other clothes which were too arranged in order the way she used to keep. She felt little moment of happiness on seeing his responsible and mature behaviour. She picked her favourite set of black suit along with white linen shirt. Placing them on bed she opened the drawers and picked his watch and wallet. Arranging his messy drawer her gaze fell on white envelope. She picked the envelope and a bundle of memories hit her... her hands slowly started to tremble which made her lost her balance.
" ISHITA " Raman screamed loudly on seeing her loosing her balance and held her by her shoulders. her back hit against his bare chest while his hands travelled along her which made her close her eyes for a second. His sudden intimate touch rekindled the old passion which they once shared. Before she could understood he scooped her in his arms and slowly made her lay on bed. " Kisne kaha tha tumse uthne ko? Rest nhi kar sakti kya " he yelled on her while putting her fractured leg on cushion.
She flicked her lashes again and again to believing was it her husband words? The same husband whom once she didn't left any chance to taunt him??? Why the life was so complicated for them? Her life, relationships, friends, studies, work nothing was complicated for her but this was. She was still unable to understand the man whom with she living from past 20 days. How desperately she wanted to scream in frustration, wanted to held his coller and asked him what was he did in past 20 days was real or he faked? Closing her eyes tightly she tried to get rid from his thoughts for some time. She knew she need to find some answers from him, for them. After some moments she felt his pulp lips against her skin and duvet on her body. He shut the bedroom door, placed a spare key on side table and retired for his work and she chose to close her eyes.
It was late afternoon when she woke from her deep sleep. She checked her phone and found his message " Struck in meeting, will be late " she nodded her head recalling how her husband is workaholic. Helping herself in taking her lunch she again sat back on bed. The home was weird today. She spent her most of the married life without him, was living alone from past an year but something happened in last 20 days which made her addict to her ex husband. A blush came on her cheeks on recalling his soothing touches, stolen kisses and his hand which involuntary encircled her waist every night. His behavior cleared one thing he hadn't changed the way she imagined, might be he hide something from her.
Sitting idle on bed, her mind was trying something to recall but got failure each time. She noted in her mind to see or read something some hours ago but she forgot. Smacking her head she slowly rose from. bed and went near closet to bring another set of her medicines. Going through drawers her gaze fell on white envelope which recalled her to read a same envelope which was in Raman closet.
Her eyes brimmed in tears on seeing the envelope again. Lots of memories from past started to dance in front of her eyes. Some minutes before she was glad with their progressed equations but after seeing the envelope her heart filled with rage for her own husband, " Aapko aisa nahi karna chahiye tha Raman... nahi karna chahiye tha " sobs escaped from her throat while her hands started to tremble when she started to open the envelope.
It was her pregnancy reports about which they got to knew one and half year back. She thought their relationship will became smooth after arrival of their own child but Raman one stern decision destroyed the remaining things between them. She recalled how sternly he told her to abort their unborn child. She opposed, they fighter for hours, she even stopped talking with him but nothing worked. He forcefully took her hospital and aborted their child, their dream.. She weaved numerous dreams in those 2 months but she herself didn't knew her dreams will be short lived. She tried best to question everyone from doctor to their friends, from her mother to her sister but she got nothing except a silence.
Tears vigorously started to flow down till she recalled each and everything associated with their unborn child. Her trembling hands reached on her tummy and started to caress the imaginary baby bump, " I...I am sorry baccha. Pada nahi aapke papa ne yeh decision kyon liya. But sacchi mujhe aisa nahi karna tha. I miss you " she whispered in between her hiccups.
Mourning for her baby for hours, she wiped her tears and slowly went towards closet to keep the envelope on old place. While keeping reports she found another set of reports of her name which she never saw. Her eyes popped out on reading that lines while her throat started to dry. Her mind became numb to understand anything after reading some few lines. Dejectedly she slumped down on bed and closed her eyes and allowed her tears to flow down.
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It was half past seven when he unlocked door, exhausted with day events he slumped down on sofas after throwing his coat and loosening his tie. Relaxing his aching muscles for some time he finally noticed the dim lights of the home which was unusual for him in evening hours as his wife preferred to lit lights in evening unlike him. He called her name slowly 2-4 times, on getting silence in answer he rushed towards their room and the sight in front of him again left him surprised.
She was sleeping in half sitting position on bed, her injured hand was hanging down from bed and her fractured leg was also not in comfortable position. His anger rose in next second on seeing her irresponsible act. He wanted to yell at her but stopped in next moment on seeing the stains of tears on fer face which melted his heart. He placed her hand gently on cushion which made her moan due to pain. Making her sit in comfortable position he called her name and started to stroke her hairs.
" Ishita tum theek ho na " she opened her eyes on seeing Raman beside her.
" Raman " she whispered in teary voice and hugged him tightly. Her sudden action made him startled for first few seconds but later he encircled his arms around her waist. " Tum theek ho na? Tum ro kyon rahi ho? "
" Kuch nahi woh Amma se baat ki aaj isliye " she lied topic and wiped her tears after composing herself. Before he could ask further he heard her stomach grumbling which left him chuckle. Signalling her to wait some time he went towards kitchen and started to prepare their dinner. Dinner was silent affair for them, though he suspected something wrong but he decided to keep mum.
It was late night when he was busy with his laptop while she sat on bed and watching him silently. She wanted to say lot of things to him but every time words denied to came out from her throat. But she knew she had to spoke to him today, already her self ego destroyed so much between them and today she will adamant to clear everything between them.
" Raman " she called him to grab his attention. Hearing her voice he closed his laptop and sat near her.
" Kya hua Ishita? Tum theek ho na? Kuch chahiye kya? "
" Haan woh...I mean aaj Neelu nahi aai thi na toh main woh ointment back par nahi laga paayi, aap help.. " she asked with hesitation. He nodded on her request and made her back face towards him. Slowly unzipping her top, hr made her top slid till her shoulders and started to apply ointment on exposed area.
His feather light touches made her close her eyes and hitched her breaths. She felt his hot breaths near nape of her neck which gave her goosebumps on skin. He sheepishly smiled on seeing her body affecting on his touches. " She still affect the same way like before " he chuckled on himself and started finish rest work.
" Ho gaya " he said while closing the bottle of ointment. He was about to go but stopped on feeling a tug on his wrist. He turned at her side and found her pleading eyes. He understood she wanted to say him something.
" Kuch kehna chahati ho? " he gently asked and found her positive answer in return. Instead of her voice he found a envelope in front of him which made him gulp his saliva. " Yeh...yeh ka..kahan " he stammered little
" Aapne mujhse itni badi baar kyon chupaayi Raman? Ek baar batate toh. Kuch bhi nahi kahq aapne mujhse " her eyes were already brimmed till she asked him.
" Ishita woh... "
" Kya woh!!!! Kyon itna kuch suna mujhse? Vaise toh itna ladte ho ek baar sach nahi bata paaye... mujhse keh nahi paaye ki aapne mere abortion ka decision kyon liya tha " she yelled on him on seeing his guilt ridden face.
" I don't wanted to hurt you Ishita. Already humare beech itne problems the. Agar tumhe batata ki tumhari pregnancy mein problem tumhari drinking habits se hai toh tumhe aur bura lagta isliyr " he sighted and told her the reason.
" This is not done Raman..., jaante ho mujhe kitni need thi aapki par aap...aapne kuch nahi bataya mujhe. Sab sunte rahe mujhse " she threw cushion on him which landed on his face.
" Ouch!!!!! " he winced
" Kuch toh sochte mera Raman... maanti hoon ki bohot ladti thi aapse, har baar, har baat mein aapko hi accuse karti rahi, kitni hi baar immature behave kiya but uski yeh punishment toh nahi hui na " she spoke between her hiccups which made his own eyes well. Now who will tell him he never punished her for anything. He himself thought he was the reason of her tears.
" Ishita stop baba. Tum galat nahi thi, galat toh main tha. Jabse humari shaadi hui hai tabse tumhare aansuon ki waah main hi toh ban raha hoon na. Sochta tha tumhe shaadi ke baad har sukh dunga but har baar mere karan tumhe rona padta tha " he spoke slowly and hung his head down.
" Aapne hi toh mujhe saari khushiyaan di hai Raman. Main aapke bina nahi reh sakti Raman, ab aur nahi raha jaata aapke bina " she confessed while crying vigorously. He himself didn't knew he should jump or cry on hearing his wife confession. The words he wanted to say from the day she came she herself said. Moving near her, he cupped her face and started to plant small kisses on her face, " Kisne kaha main tumhare bina sukoon se raha, bewkoof tha main jo sochta tha tumhare bina main sukoon se reh paaunga. Jaanta hoon apne gusse ke maare bohot kuch bol jaata hoon but I promise main poora try karoonga ki... "
" I love you Raman " she spoke in between her tears and threw her arms around his neck. He smiled on her antiques and nestled his face in her neck. Her tears were glistening his skin while he was trying to sooth her with his kisses. After breaking their hug, he cupped her face. Moving his face near her he claimed her lips for a soul searing kiss which made her feel contented. Entangling their fingers with each other, his another hand travelled on her exposed back while she pulled him closer through his neck. Deepening their kiss they poured every emotion, their carving, their longing, their desires, love everything was there. Parting after ages he looked at her flushed state, she was panting hard after their kiss. Nestling his face in nape of her neck hr started to shower kisses on her with all his love. She closed her eyes, a moan escaped from her lips which made his kisses vigorously.
" I can't live without you Ishita. Please mujhe mat chodkar jaana " he whispered in between showering kisses on her neck.
" I love you too Raman..." she whispered while caressing his hairs. He was about to slid her top more he recalled about her wounded state. Breaking their passionate counter made her groan, she inquired him through her eyes. He pointed towards her fractured foot which made her pout. He kissed on her pout and slowly zipped her top. Helping her in lay down on bed carefully he slid himself beside her and took her in his strong arms.
Silence was in their room now, she was lying on her back while he was staring her with loving eyes, try to capture her every lovely feature which he missed in past year. She smiled at him and pulled him again on her and within no time captured his lips for another kiss.
" I love you and I own it Raman. "
" Even I am in love with you... again wifey "
" Me too " she whispered and within no time he buried his head in her chest. Finally the things came end on happy note in their life. It is not important person could understood importance of life partner by living with each other, sometimes differences were also important to made them realize their importance.
Edited by Albeli26 - 9 years ago
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