Ardhangini : The Cure to His Wound

Chapter 11

Abhimanyu's Pov :

I was feeling all vulnerable. I felt weak, not just physically but mentally. I felt like yearning. I was frustrated. I don't have count of how many times I have paced around the room, punching my hands on the wall, pulling my hair, growling in anger.

I was now sitting on the bed, all blank, with nothing in my mind. I heard the door knock. I didn't responded anything. After another knock, I heard the door creaking as it opened.

"Abhimanyu...???"

I heard the voice of Dadu. I lifted my face up to look at him. He was smiling warmly. He sat infront of me, my eyes following his every movement.

"How is your wound ???"

He asked. I lowered my gaze. Now how could I tell him that it wasn't the physical pain which was bothering me but the inner turmoil.

"Better."

My voice came out hoarse. The room fell silent for sometimes.

"Seems like you got more wounds instead."

He referred to my knuckles, which were red and covered in dried blood. I spread my long fingers and looked at them.

"Don't worry, I will tell Vandhana to take care of it."

As soon as my her name travelled down my ears, I felt blood rushing up to my face. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm my inner storm.

I felt his hands on my thighs. I opened my eyes and looked deep into his'.

"You dressed her wounds when she was hurt, you bought her new bangles, you allowed her to go to the library when you don't allow anyone to because of all the papers and documents kept there. Are you perhaps, falling for her ???"

He asked and I fell silent. My eyes lowered to my lap again.

Do I love her ??? Or do I like her ??? Or is she just a responsibility for me ??? Who is she to me ???

"I....don't know, Dadu. I don't want to love her or make her love me."

I said as my voice cracked.

"Hmm....why ???"

Why ???
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"Hum nahi chahte ki vo humse pyaar kare. Kyuki hum humesha zindagi aur maut ke beech fasse rehte hain. Vo ye sab nhi dekh payengi, nhi jhel payengi. Iss cheez ki vajah se vo humesha pareshan rahengi. Aur hum unhe pareshan nahi dekhna chahte."

(I don't want her to love me. Because I am always stuck between life and death. She won't be able to face all that, she won't be able to endure all that. Because of this, she would be tensed all the time. And I don't want to see her tense like that.)

I muttered after deep thinking.Dadu inhaled a deep breath.

"You know what I see in her eyes ???"

He said. I looked up, our eyes met. After a silent pause he continued further.

"I see that she wants to tell you, that she can endure any pain if you stay with her. If you support her and in return she gives the equal support."

Our eye contact seemed to intensify. Our dark orbs bore into each other.

"And Love."

He added.

But.....

Nooo....how can it be possible.

"Pyaar do hafto mein nhi hota. Dadu."

(Love doesn't happen in just two weeks, Dadu.)

I said, still maintaining the eye contact. The weight of my voice seemed to get more heavy minute by minute.