Sanjana’s Pov:
“Dadi aap tension mat lo, mai sab kar dungi, aap apki pension meri shadi me usse karna.” I assure my dadi to not pay installment of my father’s home loan. But the amount I collect from my profit percentage from stock market, is not enought for paying installment. Then dadi’s medicine, my gym fee, collage last semester fee, and then our own necessary items. Uff, I think I need to start my own business, Trisha was right, but in business also need initial capital. My imagination broke by phone’s notifications.
“Suno, check your account, I have deposit, 100,000 there.” Karan deposit money in my account, but why.
Me: who told you to deposit. :|
Karan: maine meri biwi ko kharcha diya hai, check karo aur bato aye ya nahi.
(I have given my wife the money, check and tell me whether it came or not.)
My heart skips a beat, “Meri Biwi” Of course I am his and there is nothing wrong in it, every husband gives their wifies money. Because the wife has as much right as the husband. But still, I am not his legal wife.
Karan: kaha.. madam, dinme sapne mat dekha karo, kitni baar kaha hai.
(Hey.. madam, don't daydream during the day, how many times have I told you.)
Me: mujhe nahi chiye, ab ye mat bolna ki jitna haq pati ka hota hai utna hi patni ka.
(I don't want it, now don't say that the wife has as much right as the husband does.)
I waited for his answer. Three dots appear means he is typing his answer, I am ready for his scowl but I can’t take his money like this, not at all. This is my problem not his, I am his responsibility, not his burden.
Karan: You are my wife, Sanjana, not burden. Don’t think unnecessary, keep this money with you. And just focus on your career”
ME: Me tumahri legal wife nahi hun Karan, please don't force me.
(I am not your legal wife, Karan, please don't force me.)
I am sorry I know this hurts you but, now I am done with people’s sympathy.
Me: And… don’t scowl me. I don’t need sympathy.
Again, dots appear and then disappears.
Karan: Ready in 1 hour, I will tell you how much you are my legal or not. And this sympathy, I swear I will tell you when we meet. Get ready Sanjana.
Every time he takes my full mane, not just ‘my lady’ or something else. My heartbeat gets fast like I ran all marathons. And I am not feeling ashamed of saying that I am scared. He is defiantly furious.
On me.
Karan’s Pov:
In an hour I am waiting outside her house. I am so frustrated, with her. How can she easily say that I am nothing to her. Here she is my everything, she also knows this but no, she wants to make her own assumptions. The grip on my phone tighter, as I recall our conversations.
I am not his legal husband, huh, really. A sarcastic chuckle escape from my mouth.
Then like winds are getting more cooler then weather, With the soft hushes of winds, giving the information that she is near to me.
She is descending from the main door, her white chiffon kurta pajama with multi color dupatta, making her beauty, ethereal.
She is looking like an angle.
Devine.
At once I forget all my anger, frustrating towards her, the only presence of her beauty, and She. The way she moves, her every curve is perfectly at the right place. Strong urge to hide her from this cruel world spreads throughout me. My hands are inching to hold her make her mine. Claim her. And tell her that she is mine. My lady. She suffered a lot, now I will take all responsibility from her.
But I need to tell her how much she matters to me, she can’t say anything like that without knowing the effect on me, her words make me, so desperate, so weak, this is what she thinks about us.
“Chale” her voice takes me back to the reality.
I turn and start my bike. She climbs over it, both legs on one side. One hand on my shoulder, where it belongs, always. Her face is visible in the side glasses of bike, she usually wears make up at least lipstick, but today she is not wearing any think, her natural beauty is more beautiful than her make-up one.
Her eyes are down, the girl who never looks down, not even while walking, is looking down today, that too when we both are alone. I know she is sad, but this much—
My jaw clench.
Our journey is in silence. Neither I speak, nor she.
I park my bike at the Army Government office.
She looks at me with questioning eyes. I just blink and held her hand move towards inside.
“Jai hind, sir” as I enter in the hall, Abhimanyu greets me, he is my junior at that time.
“Jai hind” I greet him too. “Where is, Vishnu sir?” I asked him.
“We all are waiting for you sir. In the DM’s room.” (district minister)
“Okay, let's go” we three of us move towards the minister’s office. Sanjana’s grip on my hand tight, slightly. I stop immediately and take her face in my both hands. She is nervous means she need assurance.
I have to bend down slightly to her Hight.
“Look, my lady, I know you are confused and nervous. But I need to do this and also need you to assure that, you belong to me in every possible way, even it is legal.” I look into her, eyes, there is immense love for me, and after seeing this I will be able to win this whole fucking world.
We enter in the office, old furniture’s smell, welcomes us, and the military officials, Chandra Singh, Dhanajay Rathod. DM Rakhi Yadav. And my teacher lead officer of RAW, Vishnu Shrivastav.
I salute them “Jai hind, sir”
“At ease. officer” Chadra sir’s commanding voice, echo in the office.
“I am no more officer sir.”
“You are Karan, for us” Vishnu sir said. Whatever I am is because of him only. The only sane person in this field.
Well, there is different definition of sanity when it comes to him.
“It is a matter of pride that a capable soldier from our state put his life in danger to save his country. Today I am proud to say that Karan is from our state who crossed the border and defeated the enemies. Karan, we are proud of you” DM madam said her small speech she must be prepared for this. Huh, they just sit and praise the officers, not knowing what we face there.
“Thank you very much mam,” My voice laced with respect, but a hint of frustration. “But I am not alone there, I want you tell the soldier died in that war, is total 50. And I am the lucky one who survive, but still government send the Death Certificate to my home, without conforming about my condition and my whereabouts. Never think about my family. Never think about their families.”
Her face is worthy to watch.
But here I made A Big Fucking mistake, I just lost in my own word that I forget Sanjana is here. She is looking at me with big eyes. That held fear, confusion and anger.
Banduk se dar nahi lagta sahab iski akhon se lagta hai.
(I am not afraid of the gun, sir, I am afraid of its eyes.)
“You are right Karan. And here we gather because we need apology of our past mistake. But You also know that how much this is important to show that you are dead.” Vishnu sir explains. I nodded at his statement. I know that another country must know about my death.
“Here Major Grover, Sign here” Dhanajay sir handed a paper. Where is written that the person we declare Dead is alive. My throat vibrates with an underline chuckle.
How simply they make person alive or dead. Just by signature. But at the border I witness the real death. The real one, one whom the sight of makes people's souls tremble.
“I need another witness signature, and this is really good that you bring your wife with you” Dhanajay sir address her to sign.
She signs but with letter K at the end, I am looking at her with disbelieve. She just looks into my eyes all confused about my question. But this is not important now.
“Thank you so much sir. You all made it easier. Or else I want to file a case, That I am alive.” They all chuckle and shake their head.
“By the way, tum ne introduce karya nahi apni wife se ham hi kar lete hai.” Vishnu sir, said.
“Hello, Mrs. Grover. I am Vishnu, your husband’s Vishnu Sir.”
“Nice to meet you sir.” she smiles politely at him. They all introduce themself to her.
“Karan, what about official party of your weeding.” Chandra sir asked me.
“Ahm.. soon sir.” I look at her, and then again reply to them “I am also thinking to invite you all and others on our reception party. What says my lady.?”
“Hmm, yeah, amazing Idea. You all have to come.” she said to all. I think she needs time to adjust with them, but she is really behaving like a perfect wife, how to maintain the reputation, when to speak. And how to. Even she makes this easier for me to talk. That is why people get married. She is really my better half. I am madly in love with her. My little wife.
Yes, mine. I am wondering how she will take me.
That's another topic let's leave it for now.
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We both are sitting at restaurant. And she didn’t speak a single word, since we left the office. I am not feeling ashamed that I am terrified. God, please help me, I have seen worst seen at the front but her like this…… nooo I can’t.
“Kuch to kaho yaar” I said, my patience is losing now. She is not a quite person, but when she wears her silence means the storm inside her is on the verge of explosion.
(Say something)
“Kya kahun mai, huh. Ye ki tumne mujhe ye sab pehle kyun nahi bataa. yahi na?” she asked in stern voice. I just give her tight nod. So that she can continue.
(What should I say, huh. That you didn't tell me all this earlier. Right?)
“When you know already, then why don’t you tell me by your own. Kis ka wait kar rahe ho.”
“My lady” I said softly and extend my hand to hold hers. But she immediately take her hand back. I look at her, stare her. But she did not even flinch.
“Suno, ye sab ke liye time nahi hai mere pass. Tumhari ye… filmy baatain. Kya samjh rakaha hai mujhe, ki ‘mai jo bulun ga ye to vo karegi hi’, so that’s it, take her to the office and do whatever I want to do.” this is enough. What is she up to.
(Listen, I don't have time for all this. Your... filmi talks. What do you take me for, that 'whatever I say, she will do it', so that's it, take her to the office and do whatever I want to do.)
“Whatever you are saying, are you listening that.?” ” Yes” her voice cracks a bit; she blinks her eyes rapidly. I know that she hurt but she also needs to understand that solider have to face these things.
I again try to reach her, her eyes are shinning with unshed tears, she is in pain. The very realization that she is in pain gives me a strange uneasiness. I gently take her hand in mine and whisper.
“Look I know you are tense, but first listen to me, my lady. I have all answers to your all questions-” Just then waiter came with the cups of coffee and garlic bread. I gesture him not to disturbed further.
“Sanjana, look at me.” my voice is soft yet firm. Which she ignores. As soon as she looked at me, her held back tears started flowing and the feelings which she had been suppressing till now got scattered. I was sitting at the front of her; I chance my seat and sat next to her. She held my shoulder and cry, her soft sobs, her tears, are like someone dragging knife on my torn heart.
I can never see her crying. But today I didn’t say a single word just let her to cry and take her all emotions out. We both didn’t touch our coffee. It gets cool. I don’t care I just care about her.
“Ghar chale please… mujhe kuch nahi khana” after so long time she whisper. I just kissed her forehead, and sign the waiter to bring bill, she is still clutches on my shoulder.
(Please let's go home... I don't want to eat anything)
We get outside the restaurant, but where I take her, I don’t want unnecessary attention on her, if I take her home, then Mumma will definitely ask. Even Dadi also gets tense after seeing her in this condition. Just then something clicks in my mind.
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The drive was just of 15 minutes, and I am standing at my penthouse, once which papa brought for mummy. Because she wants to spend her vacations in silence.
“Ye konsi jhagah hai” she asked half amused and half shock. Her face is still mess with dry tears, a constantly reminder of my deeds, her pain is only because of me.
(Which place is this)
“Penthouse, once papa brought this for Mumma. Come” I lead the way, and she follow me silently. “I know you don’t want to face any of the family, so I brought you here.” I waited on the door until guard open the door for us. His expression showing confusion, by my sudden coming and that too with a girl. But I care less.
Once she settles on the sofa, I gave her glass of water. She sips two or three, and then again grab my side softly put her head on the shoulder, I am stroking her head softly and she drift into slumber. I am just looking at her face, so cute, so innocent, so angelic. And her I am giving her pain, she doesn't even deserve this pain, whatever she is facing her parents, and all is not for her. She is so pure, and I am not even able to give her calmness.
I exhale.
Why God always punishes the good one.
Tarun’s Pov:
What the fuck, Karan was in coma. I nearly lose my balance. I carefully sit on the chair and looking at the file then dial his number. “The person you are calling is not answering your call please try later.”
Once
Twice
thrice.
Same stupid, answer. I send him voice note that I immediately want to talk to him, he not even comes office today.
My phone buzzed.
I Fastly grab to scold him, but it is not him, its Trisha.
And the date day’s incident plays in my mind how she avoids me after the discloser of my dream, no calls no chat after that day it’s been 3 days. We haven’t contact each other.
I pick up the call.
“Hello.” we both say in the same time.
Silence
Waiting for other will initiate.
“Tum bolo” Again together.
(You say)
“OK, listen. Papa decides to have tomorrow lunch at our home.” She informs me about Tomorrow meet-up which I already know. “Papa already talked to uncle and aunty, I am just informing you.”
“Hmm okay I will be there. don’t worry.”
Again silence.
And I hate this fucking silence.
“Trisha.” I called out, before she disconnect. I think I need to tell her about Karan.
“Yes” her voice is void of any emotions.
“I got the information about Karan.”
“What information,” now her voice carries curiosity.
I told her every detail. First, she listens carefully and then.
“Let's go to him, and also take Sanjana with us, I will be ready in 10 min. come home and pick me.” there we go The Evergreen Trisha, always ready for her friends, and take immediate actions. I love this nature of hers.
I put my coat and head towards her home. As she already waiting for me at the main door. Something is off from our date, she is quiet, oddly quite like something is disturbing her. And the main thing is I can’t see her like this.
“Where is Karan?” her question break my trance.
“I don’t know, he not picking his phone.” She immediately takes action, she calls Rehana to ask where his brother is.
“Hello-hi baad mai ye bata where is your brother.” I chuckle at her sudden question.
“What, Death certificate?” I quickly halted the car. I have been looking at her face to process the things. Karan creates chaos in my simple life. He will die from my hands, whether I need to face Sanjana’s anger.
“Okay, we are coming there, let me call Sanjana” She hang up the call.
“What Happen now?” I ask as soon as she hang up.
“Sanjana and Karan went to get Karan's death certificate renewed. I mean to make it alive” again a bomb.
“Fuck” I punch the staring wheel in frustration. “What he wants, usne ye sab kyun nahi bataya”
(What he wants why didn't he tell us)
She tsk at the caller's response and said “aese frustrate hone se kuch nahi hoga, tum Central mall le lo, We have to pick up Rehana and Rehan” I didn’t say anything. This is too much for me.
(Getting frustrated like this won't help anything; just head to Central Mall—they have to pick up Rehana and Rehan.)
“She is also not picking up her phone.” She inhales deeply and face towards me. “Is everything being alright, right? They are safe, haina?” her hands are lil shaky. I change the gear in low and grasp her hand in mine.
“Shhh, relax nothing will happen, trust me, she is with Karan. Hm?” I know she is tense, she looks alright, but deep down she is putting every worst-case-scenario in her head.
“Hmm” she nodded. For seconds she is silent, then again, Trisha is here. She called another one.
“Yugg.” her voice has some panic. “Sanjana kaha hai Yug”
(Where is sanjana, yug)
“NO” whatever he asked she response negative. “She and Karan are missing and not even picking calls.”
“Ok, we are coming…. Wait, is she Kanika?” she asked, abruptly my neck turn towards her. She hangs up and looks at me sleepily.
“What is SHE doing with HIM.?” I asked. Voice low, calculated.
Now my head will blast.
“How do I know.?” she answers innocently.
“No one knows better than you.” I mutter, which she response in soft chuckle.
We pick up Rehana and Rehan then my sister, who is in cafe, with that too This Yug. Bastard.
An elder brother protectiveness creep in my veins as I look both of them on one bike. I will deal this later.
As per Rehana Both, Karn and Sanjana are most probably at their penthouse.
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