Chapter 10

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"Your hair is done." He said and kept the hair dryer back in its place. He was avoiding looking at me. He took the hair tie from one of the drawers and started tying my hair.

"You can't avoid this question." I said my eyes like a hawk on him.

"I am not avoiding it." He said looking at me. " I just don't know the answer to that question. You are the only person in this world who understands me. Do you really think I can ever avoid answering you?"

"No Adhiraj. You are not avoiding answering this question to me. You are avoiding finding the answer to this question." I said concerned.

"What can I do, Jaan? I have never felt so helpless in my life. Not even when you left me." He said rubbing his face. "When you left I knew one day we would be together. I will make it happen. Now when you are again by my side, I can't be with you. I am so helpless. This feeling is the worst thing a person can feel. Where you know what you want and are placed right in front of them but very cruelly they tie your hands so that you can see what you desire but can't reach it." He said. A drop of tears ran down his cheek. I held his face near my chest and hugged him tight.

"You know, you have an option to stay loyal to your love. By staying with the memories we spent together but I don't have that right. I will have to be with someone else and is expected to make new memories and forced to move on. While my heart will always crave for you. I need to fake every feeling for the rest of my life. You can at least cry yourself to bed while I won't have that right. I will be expected to bury my pain and tears deep inside my heart and hide it with people around me. I don't know whether I must envy you or pity myself ?" I stroke his head trying to calm his inner rage.

"I am so lost, Jaan. I am lost without you. I am unable to understand what is right and what is wrong anymore. You have a right to be angry with me, to hate me. But whom should I be angry with? My dead father or my mother who wants to fulfill her dead husband's wish or the woman who is marrying me because I am the only one she has."

"What do you mean you are the only one she has?" I asked, confused.

"Her mother died when she was a kid. She was staying with her father. Her father and my dad were best friends. One day they were travelling for work when they met with an accident. Suddenly a truck came towards their car. Her father was driving the car. The truck came towards them and he changed the direction of the car. The car lost control and crashed into the tree. Her father woke up before dad but couldn't move as his legs were badly injured. He woke up my father and told him to get out of the car before the car burst into flames. My father tried to get him out but he denied and told him to take care of his daughter. My father promised but still didn't get out. He wanted to save his friends life at any cost. People gathered and tried to pull him out but he still went side to save him. While he was removing him the car burst into flames. My dad was out but her father was half inside and half out. He died on the spot and my dad was barely alive. He was taken to hospital. After check up doctors told us to meet him for the last time before he died. That's when he told us about the promise he made to his dead friend. He held my mother's hand and told her to marry Ananta with me. After that my mother took care of her like her own daughter. I was just 14 years old then. I am stuck between my responsibility and my love. I have no idea what I can do to get out of this situation." He said sobbing in my arms. I hugged him tight. I myself was confused how to react to this news. Nothing could be done in this situation. There was no solution to this problem. All we could do is accept our fate and move on. I placed my left cheek on his head in defeat. Slowly, tears started coming out of my eyes too. But I wiped them. I need to stay strong for him.

We stood like that in each other's arms till our tears dried down. When we broke apart both our eyes were swollen and puffy. Washing our faces we walked back to bed.

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