Vodka on the rocks

Part - 2 | Accha Sila Diya

Ho Kab Se Iraada Tha

Tera Vaar Ka

Ho Yaar Ne Hi Loot Liya
Ghar Yaar Ka

Achha Sila Diya
Toone Mere Pyar Ka
Ho Achha Sila Diya
Toone Mere Pyar Ka

Yaar Ne Hi Loot Liya
Ghar Yaar Ka
Achha Sila

Pyar Ka Yaar Ka
Haaye Mere Pyar Ka
Haar Ka Haar Ka
Haaye Meri Haar Ka

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Varanasi, Present time

Pallavi Raghav Rao looked at the other people scrambling to accept the prasad from the harassed Pandits of the Vishwanath Temple whereas she stood a few meters away securely surrounded by her security detail ignoring the envious and dirty looks she was receiving from the normal devotees and pilgrims. 

A VIP entry with special treatment. 

A luxury she would have balked upon once upon a time. 

But at present she truly did not have the energy to fetch her ethos to the maximum. Rather she could hardly find any energy to do anything nowadays. It was an onerous task to drag herself from the bed and face another day filled with disappointment and drudgery, trying desperately to breathe through the incessant agony playing havoc in her chest. 

The ache which had refused to leave her heart alone since that fateful day. 

A pain which threatened to split her body and her soul right from the middle into two. 

A mind numbing white hot flash of regret and guilt and anguish which had her in a chokehold since the day she had seen him walking out of those doors. 

Two hundred sixty seven days, four hours, thirteen minutes since she had last laid eyes on him.

On the man who only visited her in her dreams and her nightmares alike. His charcoal eyes empty and his ripped figure bent laconically at the side which was his usual stance.

She would scream at him, rage at him and then cry, tears streaming down her face, ask him over and over and over.. the same question.

"Why did you leave me?"

And he would smile mournfully, a sadness brimming in his eyes so gut wrenching that she would have to clutch her own chest in sorrow and give her the same answer over and over and over again. 

An answer she knew was true but would rip into her anyways, like an unforgiving blade till she woke up sweat soaked and panting. 

"I loved you too much and you couldn't love me enough."

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Farhad nudging her discreetly brought her back from her reverie and she found the Pandit looking at her strangely. She realised she had been staring too hard at the Shiv Lingam. the ceremony was long over and she was still standing there. She brought her hands together in front, joining them and closed her eyes. 

The Ganga Aarti had begun and she could hear the musical peals of the thousand bells chink in harmony, strumming in obeisance from behind her. 

It was almost like a premonition. 

A sign from God that she had probably reached her destination. And this time... this time He won't disappoint her. Still she prayed. Prayed like she had never prayed before. Prayed with everything she had within her broken self. Prayed with whatever was left of her heart and her soul.