Naira’s POV
He had left, the door was open, my heart was down, I ran after him. When I reached the gate of our flat, he was no where to be found. I ran frantically, without even looking at where I was going. Praying each second, asking for his safety, asking that I find him soon.
Suvarna ma came after me. She asked me to go home, it is not safe for me to run around in night. I didn’t want to be safe, I wanted him. She told me, he would be back soon. That he was no kid. But I really didn’t care right now. All I wanted was him. But she was persistent, she literally dragged me home.
I tried calling him, but he wasn’t picking up. I knew he wouldn’t, but I had to try. This was a betrayal for him. I was supporting the people who killed ma, the lady who he loved first. I was talking to, sharing with that lady who in his eyes was the reason for his mother’s suicide. How could I explain it to him, that Suvarna ma couldn’t have been that person. That she was a very caring person indeed. That she loved him as his own. How could I do it?
How can I make him realise that Manish Uncle was his father and loved him so? Can he ever listen to me? Can our relationship ever be mended? What if the hatred he had for the murderers of his mother, is stronger than our love? No I wouldn’t let that happen. I would do something, but what?
I stayed in home, sitting on the chair by the window, constantly observing the road, expecting him any moment. He didn’t come. I somewhere knew he wouldn’t. He is like that at times, if he gets angry he ignores the person completely. He will hate him and love him but won’t ever talk to the person. That’s what he did to his parents. That’s what he was doing with me when I had rejected him. When I had asked him to move on.
Mishti had come to our help at that time, will there be any cupid this time around? No. I don’t need a cupid. I will have to convince him, to talk ones. Even if he didn’t want to forgive me, at least hear that side of story. May be there was more to it, than what was visible onto the surface.
I had to find out the truth. I had to convince Kartik, to hear the truth at least once. I’d he didn’t believe it even then, I’d stop meeting them if he wanted so. But once, one chance is all I wanted him to give his parents.
I dosed off in that chair. Waiting for him to show up. When I was up, he still wasn’t here. I checked everywhere in house, he was no where to be seen.
I saw his shirt in laundry, meaning he had come home. He didn’t bother to wake me, talk to me. Even ask me why? I was only beginning to understand how bad it can be.
Kartik’s POV
Naira was talking to her. Telling her that she would do anything to unite us. Cannot say I didn’t understand her concern, neither is it a surprise that she wants to unite our families. But, she was talking to the lady who was solely responsible for it. If she hadn’t had come this would have never occurred
And the way Naira was talking to her, promising her to come back home. She clearly trusted her. Her trust in her, isn’t bearable by me. If I had asked what was happening she would have lied, made up something. I didn’t bother asking. That woman and me cannot be on one side ever. If she wished to be with her, then that’s her choice.
That woman, she took away my father, killed my mother, made me an orphan. She was the reason, MG was no longer my dad, he preferred being her husband to being my father. She took away everything from me. That too at a tender age of 6, I had lost everything that mattered to me. Just because of one woman. May be Naira cannot understand this, or may be she trusts that lady, but I cannot.
I was riding my bike on unknown roads, accelerating it, moving it faster than it wanted to. I couldn’t do a lot though, my frustration wasn’t going away. I wanted to do something, something to get away from this anger. I parked the bike near a park and ran, ran until my breath was so caught up that air wouldn’t come. Ran to remove every aggressive thought I had. I ran. When it was too much I fell on my knees, and shouted, “Why?”
Why Krishnaji, why did you have to do this, which me. You took away my parents from me, I tried to stay happy, I got the most manipulative family around, I yet tried my best to ignore them. But no, he has to go and get the best thing that happened in my life. He got Naira under their spell. But not this time. I won’t take it like that again. She has to accept this.
Even if it is selfish now, I won’t accept this. I cannot. It tears my heart to see her with that woman. One woman who I thought would understand my feelings without having me say them isn’t understanding. My Naira, how come she failed to see this.
I went home after some time. She was there on the love chair, she had dosed off. He eyes looked puffy and red, hair looked like it had been pulled so many times, the pain on her face was visible. My heart twisted at that sight. She was so distressed, I almost went to her, to console her, to love her.
Almost. I stopped in tracks when the picture of her with Suvarna Gupta came to my mind. The anger returned in its full strength, I walked towards our room, closed the door and broke down. I hated myself, for not being able to love her. But I didn’t want to say something, that she probably didn’t deserve, in the face of anger.
I couldn’t sleep at all, not even for a minute. I went to the washroom. My face was filthy, with tears, dirt and smudge. I washed up changed and left. I didn’t want to talk about anything right now. It was better if I left early. And that’s exactly what I did.
Authors notes-
They are broken down. And I really tried hard to write this. I tried hard to understand their perspective as well, do tell me if you have a different perspective.
And when I had started writing this, Akshara’s murder was done by someone else, and Kartik was blamed. Let’s keep it that way shall we. Changing it now, is too much effort, which I would rather not.
Do tell me if you like it. You can even tell me if you hate it. But if you do not speak anything, then am I to consider that you hate it? Please people I love those comments, it motivates me to write, thinking that someone is waiting to read it. Keep commenting ok?
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