Rehaan Deol or as his parents still call him "Chetan", the boy who changed his name for the love of a woman.
The woman who left his heart shattered in pieces.
He says he is ready to marry Ishleen and give love a chance while his sister-in-law, Sama...
(If you do not understand the title, it's because you have great friends that don't make you watch movies filled with toxic masculinity. If you understand it, try watching "Thappad" by Tapsee Pannu, helps cleanse your eyes and soul.)
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Samayra POV
"Maan gya vo shadi ke liye.." dadi announces walking downstairs with a spring in her step and I turn to look at my husband shocked.
(He agreed for the wedding.)
"Aapne pkka theek se suna?" Ambar asks, getting off the couch, worried and equally shocked.
( Are you sure, that you heard it right?)
I keep the bowl of potatoes, that I was peeling aside and get up from the dining table's chair. My mother-in-law walks out of the kitchen and my father-in-law looks up from the research paper he was reading.
"Tumhe yakeen nahi toh khud ja kr puchlo." Grandma announces and walks towards the lawn picking up her small keypad phone without the qwerty keyboard, A Nokia 1800, I suppose. "Aur bahu, kheer bna dena khaane ke sath. Itni badi Khush khabri hai." She says walking out.
(Go ask him yourself, if you don't believe me. And Daughter-in-law make kheer along with lunch. It's such a good news.)
Ambar turns to look at me shocked. I nod as he sprints up the stairs taking two at a time to his younger brother's room and I follow.
Rehaan hasn't been the same since his break up. We thought he was healing, but then Aisha first got engaged, and then married a successful NRI and things went downhill.
He has destroyed himself personally and professionally. He didn't even go to the job he was selected for. He has shut himself in his room for the past almost 8 months now and goes out for a stash of alcohol or other stuff. I even suspect weed, but I don't want to point it out and put Ambar in a place where he has to chose between work and family, since weed is illegal. He comes out of his room for two meals a day, not even three and that also depends on his mood. That's it. Beside that he remains in his room.
We do hear him playing guitar or drums late at night. Some days he comes to the dining table with paint stains on his clothes as if he was painting. Other than that he hasn't even been to the local grocery. His unkempt hair and overgrown messy beard rarely get a trim. The last time, it was 3 and a half months ago.
We tried a lot to cheer him up and we tried everything we could possibly think of, but my Father-in-law told us to give him time and not to push his limits. Rehaan denied all professional help after the first month and told us, I quote "to leave the fuck alone." His mental health was our first concern, so we gave up maybe waiting for some miracle.
"Chetan.." Ambar says knocking on his door and like every other time there was no reply. Ambar pushed the door open and I followed him into a very messy room. With dirty clothes strewn around the room, love letters and gifts kept beside the bed and a very strong and pungent odor of alcohol.
