• • • Indian Arranged Marriage • • •
~ You're the peace I crave in this chaotic world. ~
He was three, when he held her little finger for the first time. He didn't know, what future held for them. But he did know that he wanted to hold onto this lit...
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"What happened on 18th May, Ahaana? Where were you that day? The day... Dadu passed?" His voice merely a whisper, but it leaves goosebumps in its wake.
Knowing, fully well that I can't hide it from any longer. I part my lips to say something...anything. But nothing comes out. Sweat beads breaks on my forehead as I feel the disaster incoming. What if he still thinks it's nothing!? What if he stills thinks I should have come?
No. No. No! You can't take a step back, Ahaana. If he still feels that you are wrong... then he's not... he's not the one. The situations were not my doings. It was all a very bad timing and phase for me and all of us. I didn't do it intentionally. I may have left... but Dadu was as much mine as his!
Aur mujhe toh unhe aakhiri baar dekhne ka mauka bhi mila... I didn't even get to bid him bye. One last time. I didn't even see him... before I left for London. Yes, we video called but it wasn't enough!
I didn't even get to fully mourn him. He was as much my grandfather as he was his, but I still didn't get any chance... any one chance to fully cry over him. To be somewhere, I could feel him.
"Ahaana..." He whispers over my head, I removed myself from his chest. He lets me pull away. I even try to untangle our hands, but he tightens his hold. I turn my head sideways to look at me with eyes waiting desperately.
"I.. was at my dance studio." I whisper.
"Hm?"
"I was at the dance studio."
"I heard that! Aage?" I could feel him getting anxious, I was too. I was scared. I was so fucking scared with hundreds of what ifs running in my head? What if he gets angry saying I am the wrong one? Or what if he's hurt? He always hated it when I got hurt so what if I can't handle him?
"Ellie and I, we wanted to learn dancing on the ice. But Kill didn't want us to start directly on the ice, so we used to be in his friends dance studio, where we used to learn how to skate." He nods, urging me on to continue.
"It was Sunday that day. We went in early and were there till late night. Ellie left and I started to go towards the metro station. I knew Dadu would be busy or on his walk by the time I get to my room. So, I decided to call him early." I could feel my heart beating in my throat. He was frozen. Like an ice. His breathing was uneven, like my own.
"When I reached out for my phone, it wasn't there. I forgot it upstairs."
"Were you... were you... sexually or in any way...assaulted, Ahaana?" He cuts me off and the moment I realize what must be going on in his head, I go on my knees on the bed and cup his cheeks shaking my head in negative.
"No! No. Nothing like that! What are you thinking? Aisa kuch nahi hai! Calm down. Please." I rub my thumb over his face, he looked like he saw a ghost. He was turning white by the second. Oh, this is not good. Waheguru... madad kro!
