He returns Mishra mansion after bidding a respectful farewell. He can never forget the pain he felt in his heart while carrying his daughter's body, his hands were shaking looked like he was holding the heaviest thing. Maybe the line that says SMALLEST TOMB ARE HEAVIER THAN LARGER ONE is not a myth but a fact.
He entered inside the mansion and heard his wife's shouting sound coming from their bedroom, he ran to his room without wasting anytime. Reaching there, he saw his wife shouting and crying for their baby. He heard her saying precisely begging all people present inside the room to give her baby back to her.
"Pls, meri bachi dedo mujhe. Pls Maa de do na. Meri bachii ahhhhhhhh meri bachi chaiye mujhe meri betiii" He saw her screaming and shouting at everyone pushing the ones who were trying to calm her, she shouted at everyone saying that she just wanted her daughter.
Kaushal went near her, and cupped her face with his trembling hands. She moved her gaze to him, both had a long eye contact, tears filled in their eyes and pain reflecting. But suddenly her expressionless face turned into angry one and she slapped him after jerking his hands away from her face, everyone gasped but he looked down being guilty.
"Kyu aaye ho yhan ab? Tumhe toh Shaq tha na ki yeh bacha tumhara hai ya kisi aur ka. Toh kush ho jao, mera bacha mar gya, aur tumhe pta hai wo kisi aur ka nhi tumhara hi khoon jiska khoon tumne kr diya. Kyu aaye ho ab, kya lene aaye ho. Mere ek bachhe ko maar diya, kya dusre ko maroge Haan? Chale jao, dur ho jao." She shouted at him, pouring out all her anger and pain.
"Maaf kr de mujhe, please Gajra. Mujhe pta hai meri galti ki koi mafi nhi pr mein iske alawa kuch kr bhi toh nhi skta, kash mere bas mein hota toh mein khud ki jaan dekar humare bache ko bacha leta par-" His words were cut off by her.
"Tumhari maut bhi tumhe maafi nhi dila skti samjhe, chle jao aur mujhe rishte se Azad kro. TALAAK CHAIYE MUJHE" he held her legs as she was standing and begged her, "please jaan, please mujhe khud se door Mt kr, Mein mar jaunga tere bina please mujhe khud se door mat kr, tu jo bole mein krunga bas mujhe khud se door na kr please, mujhe mere bache se door Mt kr please Poonam. Mein bardaasht nhi kr paunga please jaan" He begged for the first time infront of anyone in his life and he didn't regret this until she accept him but she didn't.
"Tum chahte maaf kru hai na?" Poonam asked, making him nod his head vigorously.
"To door chale jao meri zindagi se, apni shakar Mt dikhana mujhe kabhi bhi. Agar sach mein pyar krte ho toh mere aur mere bache ki zindagi se hamesha hamesha ke liye door chale jao, aaj ke baad kabhi bhi apni shakal Mt dikhana Hume. Bolo manjoor hai?" She mockely asked him, knowing that how stubborn is he. He'll not but what shocked her, was seeing him running out from their room without saying anything. A lone tear escaped from her eyes but she wiped it before another could roll down.
Kaushal was walking on roads aimlessly since morning, he left the house at the moment she told him to leave. He couldn't believe that she hates him so much that she doesn't wants his presence anymore in her life. "No I can't, i will not give up so easily. I'll make her accept me again even I'll be her servent but not leave her" mumbling this to himself, he turned around and started going towards his house but when he had to cross the road to reach to his house. A truck came in full speed and crashed with him, making his body jump and fall with a thud sound at one meter distance, due to the force and the truck goes away like nothing happened here.
Kaushal's head was bleeding and his eyes were dropping indicating he was about to lose his conscious and he just mumbled something before closing his eyes, " I love you Poonam"
Maybe god granted her wish and took him for forever.
To be continued
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Gajra:- A Love Tale
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