HEALING EACHOTHER:THE SAGA OF LOVE AND REVENGE

♡1.AARADHYA AGNIHOTRI ♡

AARADHYA AGNIHOTRI

It's been 3 years 10 months and 15 days.

Since I saw him for the for the first time at Kanha Ji's mandir, I clearly remembered that it was Thursday. Me and my best friend Nitya both went to Kanha Ji's mandir to take his blessing. And that day he blessed me with him. I clearly remembered he has greenish grey eyes. His eyes were so mesmerising that I couldn't help but get intoxicated by them.

He was looking handsome in that white .He was looking handsome in that white kurta pyjama; he was looking like God himself had come in front of me in the way of him. the veins on his hand, he was nothing but something, which I craved. I don't know why, but he felt like home since my mom died, leaving me with that bastard.

He is everything I need. I don't know why, but I felt like I had a different connection with him that I didn't feel anyone till now. I felt like he is my life; if he is air, I need to breathe. I was about to go to see him and talk with him, but then a girl in her mid-twenties approached him and hugged him. I see him towards them, and then his eyes—he has the spark in those eyes—the spark that anyone got when they found their favourite thing.

I was seeing towards them. He was smiling while looking towards her. I tried to console myself, saying that she is just his friend, but then she kissed on his cheeks, and he also kissed on her cheeks, and she giggled. By seeing them, I felt a pang of jealousy and hurt in my heart, but I pushed the feeling and left from there with Ni. 

And today after almost 4 years I can't forget him i didn't find any man attractive after meeting him,after seeing him my innocent heart beat just for him,he become my world i love him but he even doesn't know about my existence.

At first, I was thinking that it was just an attraction, but as time passes, it grows something stronger; it is love, but sometimes we love someone who isn't in our destiny.

I want to keep him for myself, but he loves someone else, so it's okay to let him go. Maybe that's written in my faith.

I pushed the thoughts of him and got up and did my morning business. I got ready in a white-colored  chikankari kurta and blue-coloured baggy jeans.

I go downstairs and make breakfast for me and my mother's second husband. I hate to make food for him, but I had to make food for him as he handled my bank accounts and all things. I really want to take my bank accounts for him and throw him out of this house, but because of my mom, I tolerate him.

I was done with making breakfast, then I severd to him and mine, then he settled down in his chair and ate his food silently.

"Khana Banana nahi aata to banati kyu hai" he asked me.
(If you don't know how to cook, then why do you cook?)

"To khana acha nahi hota to tu ungliya chatke khata kyu hai" I replied with a sly smile.
(So if the food is not good, then why do you eat it by licking your fingers?)

He stared at me for some seconds and said, "Jyada jaban mat lada nahi to bech dunga tujhe"
(Don't argue too much or I will sell you off).

"Mujhe bechega aur wo bhi tu hahahah nice joke, phirse try mat karna" I faked a smile
(which will sell me and that too, you hahaha nice joke, don't try again).

And I knew what was about to come in my way. He slapped me so hard and left the slap so hard that my lips started bleeding. The metalic taste lingered on my tongue, but it wasn't affected because I've used it since my childhood.

I know first time when i was 7 years old and i was playing around in house and accidentally a flower pot broke from me,i was not afraid of him because i know i mean i was think that he loves me and he will not scold me but he didn't just scold me but also burned my hand in hot water for the fading the scar it took so many days i know how i used to cry but the monster is never stop to torture me.

I remember the first time when I was 7 years old and I was playing around in the house and accidentally a flower pot broke from me. I was not afraid of him because, i know, I was thinking that he loved me and he would not scold me, but he didn't just scold me but also burnt my hand in hot water for the fading of the scar. It took so many days. I know how I used to cry, but the monster never stopped to torture me. 
My phone ringed it pulled me from my thoughts i picked the call it was my bestfriend nitya.

"Hey,when will you come? they are waiting for you"she said

"Yeah, I'll come in sometime"i replied and cut the call

Then, I clean the dining area and go to my room. I clean my face with water, and I do some minimum makeup. I apply red lipstick to my lip to cover the wound.

Then, I go to Nitya's home, where their uncle and aunty were waiting for me. As I entered their home, the peace in the atmosphere cuddled me after Kanha Ji's mandir. This home gave me peace. Uncle and aunty are very sweet; they stood with me like my real parents. I wish they were my parents or my parents never die about thinking of my parents. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away.

I saw towards the family they were sitting in the dining area. Nitya was suffering on the phone. Aaditya Nitya's little brother was talking with Aunty, and Uncle was reading the newspaper. I went towards them and greeted them good morning; they replied me back.I saw towards the family they were sitting in the dining area. Nitya was suffering on the phone. Aaditya Nitya's little brother was talking with Aunty, and Uncle was reading the newspaper. I went towards them and greeted them good morning; they replied me back.

"Ni chal late horha hai"i said to her
(Ni let's go it's getting late)

"Are, ruk aadhu nashta karle phir chalte hai baith"she said to me
(Stop aadhu first we'll do breakfast then leave)

"Okh"i replied her and take sit beside her

"Maine tumhare pasand ke aalu parathe kiye hai tum yaha baitho mai abhi leke aati hu"aunty said
(I made you're favourite aalu paratha you sit I'll bring it for you)

"Ok" i replied and chatted with uncle and aadi then aunty gave me the aalu paratha i ate it and we leave for university.

"So aaj phir subah ki shuruaat unke khayalo mai dubke ki na aapne madam"ni asked me
("So today again you started the morning lost in his thoughts, Madam?)

"Ha,ab kya kare humare subah ka pehla khyal aur raat ko sone se pehle ka aakhri khyal wo hi hai kash wo humare hote"i said in sad tone

(Yes, what should I do now, my first thought in the morning and my last thought before going to sleep at night is the same, I wish he were mine)

"I know, babygirl, but try to forget about him; he's not in your destiny, so it's better to remember him as the best memory of your life and preserve it in your heart, then move on and find someone who loves you," Ni said.

"Yeah I'll try"i replied

As the day goes in blurr then we head to our perspective home. I go home do evening aarti of Kanha ji and make dinner for that bastard and lock myself in my room for real. I don't have any appetite so I skip today's dinner.

Then I do my studies and some work that I do online; it'll give me the money I need. I can't rely on him for money or anything else, as I know he has the money that my mom saved for me, but according to my mom's will, I'll get the charge of all the money and bank accounts when I'm married, for till my marriage he'll handle everything. That's why I tolerate him: "nahi to kabka ganga maiyya mai uski aashtiyo ko swah karke aajati."

(Otherwise Mother Ganga would have brought his ashes herself long ago)

As I was lying on bed, my mind again went back to his memories. How hard I tried to push them, but I couldn't push them. My heart wants to keep those memories on purpose, but what is it? I was thinking about that, but I don't know when I drifted off while thinking about him.

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