The car roars and rushes into the Manson. As it comes in front of the entrance, the breaks are kicked so hard. With a low scraping, it stops, blowing little dust strom behind wheels. The door bangs loud and opens roughly. A tall man with well muscular physic steps out. He pushes the door hard, slumps it with a loud Thud.
"Dadavai... listen...." A man in formal shirt and trouser comes out from the pillion seat. But the man doesn't even flinch. He falps the lapple of his blazer, and stroms into the house.
"Ei to amar daduvai ase gache. (Here is comming my daduvai)" a woman of 65 in white jardousi with red wide border smiles, looking to him. But he doesn't even looks to her. He sheds his blazer and tossing it onto the couch,and stomps upstairs. He takes Two of a step at a time. The sound of his footsteps grows louder. With a loud, rough bang, he locks himself in his room.
"Ayan daduvai, ki hoyeche? (What happened Ayan?) This elderly lady askes Ayan as he get into the hall, cheasing his elder brother.
The tears are streaming down on her cheek. Her face is drained of blood, fade in worry for his elder grandson. Her voice trembles in fear as she askes Ayan.
And why won't be? She had raised the little Rishi from his very childhood. She took his under her wings when he was all broken after his mother has gone with her lover. She knows what happens when Rishi is broken. Her heart trembles, body prickles as all those flashed back in front of her eyes.
Ayan notices her. He pulls thammi into his wide chest. He hugs her tightly and says, "Nothing such, I'll handle it. Don't worry." And with a ensuring smile he leaves her and runs upon to Rishi's room.
"Dadavai... dadavai..." He bangs on the shut door desparately.
"Dadavai please dorja khol, Amara keu dhukbo na, kintu please dorja ta khule de...." Ayan shouts loud and pounders the door with all his strength.
"Ki hoyeche thammi? (What happens thammi?)" A teenaged girl comes to thammi. She is rumi, Rishi's cousin. Daughter of Debarshi and lata, uncle and aunt of Rishi.
"Dekh an, daduvai jhorer moto ase ghore dorja bandho korlo... ar khulche na. (See, Rishi stroms in the room and now nor opening the door.)" Her tone shakes in tension.
Rumi's face darkens, she also knows what the worst can happen. She sprinters to Ayan, starts pleading on outside the closed door.
"Dadavai, dadavai...." She breaks into tears. "Please dorja khol... amar khub voy korche... please dorja khol, please. (Please open the door, I'm scared)"
But nothing happens. The door remains the same.
Ayan has reached to his patience limit. He roars, " dadavai, last time I'm asking to open the door. Other wise I'll break through it. One... two..." His breaths are fast, chest heaving briskly with tension and desperation. He starts counting and prepares to break the door.
Click...
The soft noise says the door has been opened from inside. Ayan pushes the door but it is still jammed, like something heavy is behind it, preventing to open it.
"Ami thik achi.(I'm ok)" A broken voice comes behind the panel. " Just go and leave me hell alone." Rishi growls. Ayan and rumi jumps with it. They know now nothing can change his decision. So it's better to leave him on his own, give him some space, some time to heal himself.
"Thammi... thammi...don't cry..." Ayan pleads to thammi as she is crying on the couch, clutching the blazer into her chest that Rishi shoved earlier. Ayan sits beside her and gently pats thammi, trying to reassure her.
"Thammi, please kendo na. Amra achi to, dadavai er kichu hobe na. ( thammi please don't cry. He will be Okey, we all are with him, right?)" Rumi tries to assure her but can't controll herself. She bust into cry again, hugging thammi, shoving her face on her shoulder.
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