Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

55. Realisation

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Inayat POV

As the warm resplendent beams of the Sun woke me up, I deciphered the wounds on my body were aching more than yesterday. I whimpered in pain, but the priest kaka had gotten everything ready for the first aid.

"You must take the tetanus vaccine. My niece will be here soon. She is in a nursing course."

He advised me, and I smiled at his gestures.

"Thank you Kaka." I replied, straightening up gradually.

"It would sound better if you call me Baba, and you must stay hidden. There are people searching for you all around."

He spoke in a low voice, and I discerned how badly he was missing his dead daughter. I could see thick tears accumulating at the edge of his eyes, that were ducked down.

The last thing he said alerted me, and I gulped with fear.

"How do you know that......baba?"

I asked him, and he stared at me with shock when I called him 'baba'. I grinned at him, and he smiled with tears falling down his eyes.

"Thank you, daughter."

He muttered lovingly, caressing my head from a distance.

"Who doesn't recognise Inayat Ali Khan?"

He spoke all of a sudden, and my breath escalated. He knows me? Was this all a trap?

"You....you knew me?"

I asked him, getting scared. My eyes immediately scanned all around to find anything that could help me if he betrayed me.

"Yes, I did, and that's why I wanted to save you at that moment, so that no one gets to know where you are."

He asserted, calming down my nerves. I had gotten scared for a moment.

"The woman whose brothel had captured you, her people are here. You must stay alert."

He told me, and showed me the way to the washroom. As I went there, I realised it was a minimal lavatory, but he had cleaned it properly so that I don't face any problem.

My eyes turned teary at his gestures, and I completed my morning business. After taking a bath, he gave me a red ghagra choli kind of dress, and I carefully kept aside my torn saffron suit, without washing it. I'll show my husband the blood stains that are still present on it, and would tell him how bravely I behaved when I was lonely.

Exhaling sharply, I walked to the priest.... no, Papa, and signalled him that I was ready.

"The temple is at the mountain, daughter and you need to be perfectly fit to walk there. Take this."

He forwarded a musallah to me, and nodded his head.

"For now, worship the Divine in the same form as you have been doing till now. I'll take you to see the Divine's another form very soon."

He asserted, and I loved how he didn't differentiate between the Gods. I think this is the eternal truth, which remains hidden from us since birth to death, but the illusion of partition in this world keeps us so entangled that we never understand this oneness.

I gracefully performed the Fajr prayer, and prayed to Allah for my husband's arrival and safety, for my Ammi, Ma and my sisters so that they lose their calm, for my brother who must be crying in secluded, and the brothers whom I got after marriage so that they aid my husband in finding me soon.