KHAMOSHIYAAN

OS - TERI MERI KHAMOSHIYAAN..

The moment she laid back on the bed pulling on the duvet on herself, what she feared awaited her. He was awake.

Please Ishita, tell me what is bothering you? I have been noticing you since you stepped into the house, you have not been yourself at all. I know you said you are fine just a while ago even though I can see you are not. You are still worried about Aliya? You don't need to be.

He asked her once more seeing through her lie of stepping out for water. Sighing, she closed her eyes, lying yet again.

Its just me being silly Raman, I promise I will be fine by tomorrow.

She said turning to look at him.

Moving closer to her, he put his arm around her, covering hers and his chin rested between her neck and shoulder.

You better be fine Madrasan, the hysteria has just begun and you need to be fine to handle all of us, including me. The only sane one in all of us is you, so you need to stop stressing and pull yourself together, hold the fort. So stop worrying about Aliya's marriage, she will be fine. I'm here, so don't you worry. We'll handle it all together.

His arm tightened around her and his fingers entwined with hers.

Now relax and sleep.

If only it was that easy for her, she wondered to herself. Being clueless about the issue actually bothering her, taking her word for it, he did try his best to comfort her. A few minutes later, there was only his low breathing telling her that he was fast asleep. Being careful to not wake him again, she turned around in his embrace looking at his peacefully sleeping face, scant of any worries. It had been a while he'd been this relaxed after his accident and recovery. No part of her wanted to take it away, yet it wasn't right of her to keep it from him, was it? A small part of her wished to tell him about the financial crisis of their company that was bothering her. How would he react? It was all his hard work, he'd probably lose the coming nights of sleep trying to fix stuff, just when he had recovered from his trauma. Resting her hand on his cheek, she just watched him sleep.

The bathroom door slammed into the frame jerking her out of her thoughts. Wiping the tears, she looked at him strutting around the room finding his things to get ready. The voice she needed to call out to him, she couldn't find it. He was angry and hurt, justifiably so. If only she'd have mustered up her courage and told him at that moment, this wouldn't be happening. The numerous times he had asked her about her worry, she could have come clean about it to him, she should have. Yelling at Pihu driven by the stress, he had handled both of them, he asked her once again to stop worrying about the marriage and she could have stopped him right there, got it off her chest. Never did. The jewellery, she had given off to be sold, what had she been thinking? She probably wasn't. Ofcourse, he would have had abetter solution to it, than such an immature one. It was his field of experience afterall. Getting a whiff of the lies she had been feeding him, he confronted her and still she lied about everything, including the jewellery.

I asked you so many times, so many times to tell me what is bothering you, you lied. Couldn't you tell me about all of this, or you thought I am not capable enough for it? You chose this, you chose to hide this all from me. Lie to me, break my trust. After promising each other that we won't repeat our mistakes.

It all came back to her now. The worst part was, he had to hear it from someone else, someone he loathed the most, his dignity being compromised infront of a spectacle of people. Her heart broke recalling the disappointment in his eyes as he walked away from a burning car. Looking back at him, his hand swiftly reached for the file finding it and without sparing a single glance at her he walked past her.