Anidita: Mending the relationship

A GUEST: Part II

Author's POV:- 

In a dark room, a man was sitting on a royal chair. His hairs were brown coloured and skin, fair as white. He was wearing a red suit, with black pants, and a glass of wine in his hand gave him a complete british look. Behind him, were standing some English and Hindi police men. Tapping the arm of his chair, he was sipping the red liquid, but his eyes were intensely stuck on the wall in front of him which had......

"Sarkar! " An Indian man, wearing a  formal Khaki suit, entered in the room. "Un krantikariyon ne Vilayati saaman ka bahishkaar kar diya hai. Jisse humare vyaapariyon ko bhaari nuksaan huya hai"

The british man stood up from his chair and went towards the huge portrait of the Ali brothers and Mahatma Gandhi, who were shaking hands for their movement, Khilafat Movement. He slightly touched their hands, which were together. 'We are only as strong, as we are united. We are only as weak, as we are divided' He thought and smiled evilly. 

"Ab hum kya kare sarkar? " The same police men questioned.

"Divide and rule" The British man replied and faced him.

"Divide and rule? " He whispered confused.

"Apna bachpan India main hi bitaya hai maine" He continued in an English accent. "Jaanta hu ki yaha ke logo ke liye apne dharm se badhkar kuchh nahi hai. Kisi ki jaan bhi nahi" He added and went towards the table.

Taking a lighter in his hand and approaching towards the portrait again, he spoke further. "Jab tak Hindu aur Muslim saath hain, hum inka kuchh nahi bigaad sakte par agar ye dono alag ho jaayenge toh..... "

He burned the portrait from middle and the hands of Ghandhi ji and Ali brothers, which were together, burned as the portrait fell on the ground in two pieces. Dividing the two religions. With the portrait burning apart, the map of British India, which was painted on the wall, became visible.

All the police men laughed while the British man smirked evilly. But a man was standing behind a pillar and after giving a worried look, ran from there.

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Anirudh's POV:-

I am so happy today. Since morning, Samarth is ignoring Bondita. I think that the confrontation which I had with him last night worked. Or may be it's something else because he seemed angry with Bondita. If my words would have affected him, then there should have been some longing at his face, which isn't. May be they had a fight? Whatever. I really don't care. The point to be noted is that they both are not talking to each other. Good! He should stay away from Bondita.

Kaka have gone to mandir. Baba was in his room with Sampoorna maa. Whatever they would be doing. I was sitting in the living room with Batuk and Som on my either side. The book, which I was holding, was for name sake. In reality, I was monitoring Samarth and Bondita.

"Dada! Kya soch rahe ho? " Batuk whispered to me, with Som accompanying him.

"Tum dono ne dekha! " I whispered back.

"Kya? " They both asked together.

"Udhar dekho" I pointed towards Bondita, who was trying hard to talk to Samarth, but he was just ignoring her.

"Boudi ko toh roz hi dekhte hain, isme konsi nayi baat hai? " Som shrugged off and sat on the sofa comfortably. Is he dumb?

"Arey Som dada! " Batuk spoke up. "Anirudh dada keh rahe hain ki vo dekho ki kaise Boudi, Samarth dada ko manane ki koshish kar rahi hai, par Samarth dada unki sun hi nahi rahe hain"