Hey guys! This is Niki here with an OS. I will post my FF really soon. Monday, 20th March is my last exam. After that, I will post regularly.
This OS will be in Sona’s POV, mostly.
Anyways, let’s start.
I got up early in the morning, and woke my little daughter Suhana for school. “Mummy!”, the little six-year old girl exclaimed, as we cuddled each other. 7 years had passed since I had divorced my ex-husband Dev, and we had moved to Kolkata. If Suhana had not come into my life, I would never have been able to live after separating from Dev. Soha brushed her teeth, had her breakfast, and changed into her uniform. “Goodbye Mummy, Dadu, and Asha!” she yelled, as she gave all of us the sweetest kiss. Right now, we were in Delhi. Yes, we had moved back. My father was not too pleased, but we had somehow convinced him.
In the afternoon, we had our lunch, and I asked my father, “Baba, can you pick up Soha today, since I have important work?” “Sure Shona”, he replied. I got dressed to go to office, as my father set off to Suhana’s school. I spent a tiresome day in office, trying to piece all my work together, calling a few clients, and some business meetings. At eight ’o’clock, I decided to go to the library near my house, to reduce my stress.
I walked on, enjoying the cool night breeze, brushing my hair on my face. But it brought me in tears, as I remembered, 7 years ago. Dev and me used to stroll this very place, hand-in-hand, me resting my head over his shoulder. Those memories made me cry, but I quickly wiped off my tears and went inside the big library. I smiled at the librarian, and took a seat in the farthest corner of the library. In about half-an-hour, many people left the library. But I continued sitting there, relaxing myself by reading the book. But, while reading, I myself did not realize when I dozed off, tired. As I woke up, it was very silent, even more silent than it is, usually in the library. I got up and went towards the main, big part of the library. There was no one. At once, realizing it was dangerous to stay alone, I ran up to the door, intending to open it and leave. However, to my utter dismay and horror, I realized that it was locked!
I looked at my watch, and was terrified to know that it was 10:30. The library closed at 10:00. In my deep sleep, I hadn’t realized how time flew! The library had closed half-an-hour ago, and because of my faraway seat, no one had noticed me! In terror, I began yelling, “Koi hai?! Please help! I banged the door, screaming. “Excuse me?”, a familiar man’s voice from behind me… as I was worried, I just turned around and hugged the person. The man at once pulled away, and we were horrified to see each other’s faces. “Dev?” I muttered in shock.
Yes, the man was my ex-husband, Mr. Dev Dixit. Seeing his face after 7 years, my heart began to beat faster. He had changed, which I could see from his clothes and face. He was wearing a leather jacket over a black T-shirt, along with fashionable jeans. Not that I hadn’t changed. From long hair, and Indian clothes to a short mushroom cut, with a white coat over a red outfit, and simple pants was commendable. Which meant, the years had done their part. We had grown with time. I just had tears in my eyes, and both of us shared an intense eye lock, his eyes burning into mine.
“Kyun aayi ho wapas?” he shouted, after a long silence. “Dev…” I tried reasoning with him. But, it was no use, he wasn’t one of the people who listened to anything. “Just shut up!” he bellowed back.
I went and took a seat, wiping off my tears. In my mind, I was just thinking, ‘If, Dev, you had listened to me 7 years ago, we would have been together. Even now, I have the evidence to prove that your aunt, Radharani, and cousin Vicky, along with your mother, plotted against us. I could show you, but only if you would listen to me. We can still be a family, you, me and Soha. I started sobbing bitterly, and Dev looked at me. “Ab ro kyun rahi ho?” he said, annoyed. But, I could still see that concern in his eyes, and hear his inner voice, “Sona, don’t cry… You know I can’t see you crying.
Without a word, an annoyed look on his face, he came towards me, and kneeled down. He wiped off my tears with the back of his hand, as I looked at him, sadly. He didn’t look into my eyes, but went and sat on the seat opposite to mine. “Now what do we do? We are locked”, I said in a shaky voice. “Chalo, yahan saaf safai karte hain”, he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, and looked down, remembering our old times. All the memories just brought more tears to my eyes, and I decided that it would be better to just read a book, until we got out.
Dev stood up, leaning against a table. As I walked past him, I suddenly twisted my leg, and tripped, crying out in pain. I fell to the floor, moaning and shouting. Dev, who was busy on his phone, at once kept it in his pocket, and making his usual irritated expression came up to me. “Shhh…” he said, irritated. I got up and tried to walk away, but my leg hurt so much, that I couldn’t stop myself from crying, not only because of my leg… even those tears that I was controlling for a long time.
Dev put his finger over my mouth, and picked me up, carrying me to a nearby chair, and putting me down. He took hold of my injured leg, took out a hanky from his pocket, and tied it around. Now, I couldn’t control myself. “Enough!” I screamed, “Just admit it that you love me!” Dev, startled by this, was going to shout back, but I yelled, “Just shut up, and listen!”
Dev was too confused for words, but took it as a better option to keep quiet. I took out my phone, and browsed through my picture gallery. I showed him a video… one I had recorded 7 years ago. It was of Dev’s Maa, aunt, and Vicky, plotting against us. Dev’s expression turned intense, as he watched the video, and he was left with tears in his eyes, as the video ended. The first thing he did was just fell on me, hugged me, crying.
“Sorry Sonakshi!” he cried, “I wronged you”. He continued sobbing, but before he could say anything more, I pressed my lips against his. He reciprocated the kiss, and it turned into a lip lock, full of passion, love and care. As we separated, I whispered, “We have a daughter, Dev… Suhana.”
At this, his joy knew no bounds. He cried tears of happiness, and said, “After we get out, the first place we go to is my house. “Dev”, I tried to reason with him, but he knew what he was doing. I agreed. We smiled at each other, and hugged each other again. I knew that this time, Dev was no longer a mamma’s boy, and he had learnt to take his decisions on his own. This was the Dev I wanted. And this time, we would live a life full of happiness. No stress, no trouble, and no mamma’s boy.
THE END…
I hope you liked this! I have done it in a hurry, so please forgive me for any mistakes! Do comment! Thanks for reading!