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The Separation

Aniruddh's P.O.V :

After coming from school, I directly bumped myself into the study. My heart was throbbing with an severe ache , twitching with its single beat. I was all submerged in the ocean of despair and pain which was given by her. She stabbed my faith on her, crushing my heart into zillion pieces. I pulled my knees closer to my chest , which used to be once held high with extreme pride. Digging my face in between my knees, I closed my eyes and the terrifying scene danced between my lashes. She holding the paper file with all her classmates, wrapping herself in that black shawl and lantern and the fear in her eyes. I suddenly jerked off, for the scene haunted my conscience. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes once again, clutching the couch gown with my hard fists.

"Is this Mr. Aniruddh Roy Choudhary?" The man from opposite side called.

"Yes!!"

"Your wife is going to steal the question papers from the school tonight with your youngest brother."

"What are you speaking Mr.!!!!!!" I shouted on the top of my voice , for I cannot bare any single word against her. I trust her and she won't do such things.

"Shouts doesn't change the truth Mr. Aniruddh. Its true. If you really dont believe, reach the school tonight." He said just before hanging the receiver.

No! I don't trust him. I trust my Bondita. She will never break my trust, my morals and my ethics. I have never taught her the values of cheating. She will never do such things. I reached a for a glass of water kept on the table beside when suddenly I saw someone passing away from my room. I decided to follow the figure secretly when I found it halting in front of Batuk's room. It took me no time to comprehend that she was Bondita, for I could sniff her lavender perfume in the air. She has a different aurra which cannot be hide from me..

Sitting on the couch, I opened my eyes which were now half swollen due to continuos crying. My lump was choked and all dried, the words were all died in my stomach. She broke her shikshak's trust. What great 'guru dakshina' would a teacher get other than this? All my teachings, my ethics , my morals she crumbled with her single deed. Even my brother! What a brother he is who so easily disobey and grindes down my trust. I never expected my students doing this.

Filthy Indians!!

Those lusty Britishers uttered this for us. For we Indians! What did Bondita and Batuk got from this? A relief? A sense of victory? A smile? They ruined the image of our country in front of those colonies. Now they got another chance to show us down and rule over us. The only thought again caused the sudden ache of emotions and tears started flowing down my cheeks, which were successfully resisted in the oceanic eye balls of mine. I gritted my teeth and clutched my hairs in dismay. I could hear feeble sounds of pati babu amd fee knocks on the door of study. Maybe she came to give me some good excuses. But I simply ignored those, for I was all in my own trance. Those loud noises of my mind were churning me apart. I held the photo of ours in barrister robes, holding it tightly towards my chest and eyes slowly drooled over, all tired and paining.

Bondita's P.O.V :

I was standing in the middle of hallroom all alone, with the tears constantly rushing down my eyes and my grip tightening on the keychain I was holding, almost piercing my skin. I looked towards the studyroom and my gaze moved through the hall,finding no one there. I was all alone in darkness. Darkness! Thats what my life had changed.

"Govind!!" 

I muttered and lifting my saree a few inches upwards, I rushed towards the study, for my heart was aching and twitching with the beat of guilt. I started banging the door abruptly, screaming his name.