Anirudh- The Story Of A Misread Barrister

Chapter-76: The Barristers Get Embarrassed

"Bondita, I will not beat around the bush anymore and come straight to the point. I lov..."

"We should run or else the post office will be closed.", she reminded, looking at the watch.

Once again, I had to gulp down the words that would erase all the barriers between us and rush to the post office. I sent a telegram to Subash that bore the following message.

"DEAR SUBASH.-

WANT STATUS OF CASE-121 .- FAMILY .- CHANDRACHUR..

ARC AKA RAJA"

As we came out of the post office, Bondita asked, "What shall we do with Chandrachur?".

"We will think about it once Subash gives some information. I am sure Chandrachur would have already planned something terrible. With lot of effort, I made your thakuma believe that your horoscope wants you to get back to your husband.", I said, gaining a questioning look from her. I cleared my throat and corrected the sentence, "I mean your ex-husband." "Whatever, I am sure that my story will not convince Chandrachur. And quite naturally, he will try to spoil thakuma's mind again."

"How can we be so sure about it? Who knows, he must have changed his mind, if not out of realisation, at least out of fear of the interpretation of my horoscope provided by you. After all, which man would want to risk his life by marrying a woman whose horoscope suggests a threat to his life?

"In matters like these, mind has no control over body.", I went on to explain, "If he had really loved you, he would've known what you want. But what Chandrachur feels for you is lust, which will not satisfy so easily until he meets a fatal end or a traumatic realisation."

Bondita's face sank at this possibility. In the darkness of the evening, I read an expression of disgust and abhorrence on her face. She instinctively held my hand as we walked along the roads of Chandannagar that were slowly heading to rest, after all the hustle and bustle of the day. Holding her hand protectively, I assured, "Do not stress yourself. I am always there with you."

"I know; in fact, I am worried about my sister. Even though we are not that close to each other, she is still my extended family and above all, a woman. How painful it would be for her to realise that her husband is a rogue? How would she react? Perhaps she knew it already and yet remained helpless? Many such questions are haunting me. She must be loving him immensely with all loyalty, but he is cheating her, disrespecting her and the sacred bond of marriage.", she anxiously expressed her resentment over the whole thing, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

However, before I could wipe them out, she called me, "Barrister babu", and asked, "Are broken bangles and bleeding wrists of women, a symbol of love?"

I was too surprised when Bondita came up with such a question all of a sudden on the road. It was all the more painful as much as it was awkward; for, it threw light on the violent desires of men, which are blind to women's pain. May be, everything is fair in love as long as it makes both the partners happy. But who knows if it is done out of love or ego? And who will ask the women whether they like taking that pain or not? It is supposed to be a different experience for different couples, largely based on their characters and how much they love each other, or do they love each other in the first place or not.

"This question has been tormenting me for quite some time now. And I know you're the only person to whom I can ask this."

"Well...", I paused a little, "It can be a symbol of love or a symbol of ego and violence too. The meaning varies from couple to couple. But you tell me, how did this question come to your mind?"