{8} Hushed voices

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Bondita changed into her nightwear. A typical cotton saree tied safely around her hips and breast covering her chest area as the blouse was not something she preferred wearing at night. Who would? Thay were uncomfortable and useless.

She sighed and sat on the bed thinking of the most eventful day of her life.

She played unconsciously with the hem of saree but was jerked back to reality listening to the loud bang coming from downstairs

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She played unconsciously with the hem of saree but was jerked back to reality listening to the loud bang coming from downstairs. She looked at the clock and it was past 2 am. She sighed. Only one person would be awake and creating a havoc at this time.

She straightened up and fixed her saree making sure it's tucked properly. Taking a light shawl across her should she opened the door but her steps halted. She was unsure of her next steps.

B:- Kya kru...? Jaaun ya nhi...? Pr agr aise hi chalta rha inka to kaka sasurji uth jaenge aur fir naya drama shuru. Vaise bhi aaj unki tabiyat thik nhi... Ek kaam krti hu... Manorma didi ko bol deti hu... Vaise bhi ab ye unka kaam hai... Mera ab koi mtlb nhi hai unse.

She nodded to herself and proceeded towards her room. She knocked the door twice or thrice and even called for her but the door didn't open.

B:- lgta hai so gyi... Fir mei kyu jagu? Mei bhi jaa rhi hu...

She turned around but another loud noise came from the study. It sounded like he again broke something.

B:- Kya ho gya hai inhe....? Mil to gya jo chahte the...

She huffed and went downstairs. She knocked on the door but it was already open and with the slight push it opened.

She hesitated but nonetheless stepped inside. Anirudh was facing away from her with a broken vase in his hand and blood oozing out of his wound. He shouted and turned to the door but stopped seeing her.

A:- HIMMAT KAISE HUI TUMHA---

A:- Bondita....

She looked at him without any emotion. Her eyes went to his injured hand. She wondered how he managed to still write even after slashing his hand atleast 5 times a week.

She walked swiftly towards him and bended a little to take the broken vase from his hand. She kept it on the nearby table and took his wounded hand in hers.

All the while he kept staring at her intently. She could feel his heated gaze on her skin and wondered if he was angry at her for touching him? What if he thought that she was trying to pursue him again? No. She couldn't let that happen. Before he could do or say something she left his hand making him frown slightly.

He was about to take her by arm and pull her to himself again but she already walked to his table before he could. Bondita took out the first aid box from the cabinet and placed it on the table and started rummage through it to get the meds and antiseptic.

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