Haan Main Galat

Chapter Eleven

I just want to say that writing takes a lot of conviction. So often I've witnessed writers abandon their stories and it is irksome but have you ever thought about the reason? It's simply because they reflect and feel they haven't done their characters justice. They feel that they weren't able to fully capture and encapsulate the world they were trying to create.

Personally, looking back at HMG, I witness such noticeable errors in projecting my characters' motivations. I won't delve into the nitty-gritty details but I know for certain that I love Haan Main Galat with all my heart and soul and this story will never leave my heart.

I love it too deeply to abandon it. I have come back with renewed energy in this new year.

HMG is too precious for me to leave it in its midst. As you know, I am practicing radioactive continuity because as I've said, I felt I had been insincere to my characters. I endeavour to be honest with them.

I hope your love and support only grows stronger.

*RETROACTIVE CONTINUITY*

Ishita's Point of View

Although Ishita had exuded the quintessential strong and independent young woman vibe, beneath the surface she was a young girl who craved protection from the vicious eyes of her despicable father. Her desire had been locked away in her heart because she was well verse with the ways of the world. However, Raman had managed to penetrate into the glass wall she had built around her heart. Ishita had come to know Raman as a guy who carried his heart on his sleeve and his foot in his mouth. She had grown to accept him for what he was but his recklessness and subsequent dismissal of her feelings shook Ishita to the core.

Every word uttered from Raman's mouth seemed tolerable in comparison to his acceptance of getting married simply to rid himself of his mother's pestering.

As a newly wed, young bride Ishita had felt new dreams and desires take birth within her mind, body and soul. Raman had managed to arouse feelings within her she didn't even think capable of existing. She had felt such passion and intensity in the way he made love to her.

Ishita felt overwhelmed and agitated. It was unfathomable how her husband could just disregard their marriage as a means to escape his mother's pestering. Ishita could feel her throat close up with the sheer shock of her situation.

Raman glanced upon Ishita's forlorn countenance and wiped a tear threatening to fall out. He held her hand authoritatively, with no intention of letting go.

"Ishita, tumhaari aankhon mein yeh numi kaisi?"

Ishita tried to release from Raman's grip but his hold was too strong. Ishita reluctantly surrendered. She felt no strength to answer Raman's inconsiderate questioning. Ishita had slogged her adult life but the complications of marriage had caught up with her within a few days. Ishita could feel this marriage weighing her down. She wanted out. She needed out.

Raman's Point of View

Rancour filled each pore of Raman's being. He had been cast aside by his parents for a stranger who had barely resided in their house for a couple of days. It was unacceptable to Raman that his parents defended another over him. Although, his mother had been a mute spectator, Raman held her equally accountable for banishing him. It was certain that Ishita had strained his relationship with his parents but Raman couldn't help but be allured by her. There was some quality that pulled Raman so strongly towards her. He wouldn't rest until he found out and although Raman wasn't a deep thinker, he felt the need to set a few things straight.