"Aditya...Aditya", I called him softly ,he was not there , I entered with slow steps, the mirror was broken ,the glass pieces scattered over the floor... but he was nowhere.
Seeing the broken mirror it prick my heart ,we both had some really beautiful memories related to it.
"Aditya...Adit", the washroom door was open, I hurriedly ran inside and to my utter shock I found him lying curled up on the floor, the mirror here was also broken. He was not crying but just laid there lifeless, to be honest I was scared looking at his condition. Was he damaged beyond repair? will I ever get my husband back?
I immediately sat beside him , pulled him up and held him close to my heart. I could feel his arm snaking around my waist and clutching me tightly.
I held him tightly ,running my fingers on his hair trying to soothe him down, because I didn't have words to reduce his pain.
Once or twice I could hear him mumbling "MA...MA", I wish I could tell him that everything will be fine but I can't .
He stayed like that for almost fifteen minutes and I kept caressing his hairs.
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We were sitting on the bed when he finally spoke "Zoya, I am sorry...please mujhe chhor ke mat jao...please...I promise main tumhe kabhi hurt nahi karunga ...please Zoya..." that fear in his voice created a lump in my throat. I tried to pacify him by telling I won't leave but he was terrified at the thought of being left alone, again.
I cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his forehead ,which made him quiet, but the fear ,the shiver, the heavy breath was still there, I hugged him tightly assuring him I wouldn't leave ever. He calmed down because he understood the words behind my action, that has always been our relationship I suppose, we seldom needed words to express to each other.
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"Abbu aap yeh kaisi baatein kar rahe hai woh shauhar hai hamare hum kaise chodke chale jaye unhe, woh bhi iss halat mein "
"Zoya iss baar aap humare upar ek baat bhi nahi karengi, aap ko itni saari galtiyaa karke bhi apni nasamjhi ka ehsaas nahi hua, hume iss baat ka afsos hai, bhool gayi ek saal Pehle kya hua tha rote hue aayi thi na aap humare paas issi insaan ke wajah se phir se unhi ke paas jaana chahti hai?"
To this I couldn't say anything ,I still didn't know the truth ,how could I fight, I had to stay quiet.
"Aap chal rahi hai humare saath wapas Mussoorie, "
"par Abbu "
"koi behas nai Zoya ,hum 'na' nahi sunenge, hume afsos hai ki hum ne jazbaati hokar aapko uss Aditya Hooda se shaadi karne diya jiska sazaa aap bhugat rahi hai , ab hum jazbaato mein behke dobara wahi galti nahi dohrayenge"
"Abbu yeh ghar hai humara ,kaise chale jaye isse chhorke ?", I tried to give some other reasons to convince him.
"toh kya hua? Arjun ka bhi toh ghar hai, woh bhi toh hamesha ke liye shift ho rahe hai humare saath, unhe toh koi problem nahi hain, Zoya kabhi toh dil ki jagah dimaag se faisle liya karein,dimaag se liye gaye faislo main takleef kam hoti hai"
"kya?", I asked shockingly, Aditya would die if Arjun also leaves him.
"Arjun aap kaise jaa sakte hai apne ghar ko chodkar?"
"bhabi ab is ghar mein koi raha hi nahi kiske liye rahu? sab toh chale gaye ,aur Mussoorie mein toh mujhe ek parivaar mila hai, toh yaha akele akele rehkar kya karoon?"
"aur aapke bhai? huh? unka kya?, woh kuch nahi lagte aapke ?woh aapka parivaar nahi hai? ja payenge unhe chodkar ese akele?"
"bhai toh khud ko hi nahi sambhal sakte ,khud ke rishto ki hifasat khud hi nahi kar sakte parivaar kya hota hai woh kya samjhenge ?"
"woh khudko sambhal le wohi bahut bari baat hain""
"bhabi main toh aapse bhi kahunga ki aap mat rukiye yaha pe ,dard ke siva kuch bhi nahi de payenge woh aapko"
"bas... hum aur ek shabd nahi sunenge apne pati ke bare mein"
"sach toh keh rahe hain Arjun, Zoya"
"abbu ,kaisi baatein kar rahe hain aaplog?"
"Aap hi kahe Zoya aajtak ek bhi rishta nibha paye hai woh? hah? Pehle unke rishte unke abbu ke saath kabhi thik nahi the ,phir Pooja aayi unki zindagi mein unhe bhi khush nahi rakh paaye, apne bachhe ko maar daala, Saakshi ji ki zimmedari bhi nahi utha paaye, apne ma tak ko nahi sambhal paaye woh, kyu apni zindagi barbaad karna chahti hai ese insaan ke pichhe?"
"aur sab ne jo unke saath kiya woh?" abbu aapko sabki takleef dikhti hai unki nahi?"tears trickled down my cheeks.
"iss bare mein aur koi behas nahi hogi, aap apna samaan pack karein hum kal tak Mussoorie ke liye rawana hojaenge"
everybody left the room ,I sat down on the bed with a thud trying to process what just happened. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder...
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I woke up and found him nowhere, immediately wore my clothes and ran down ,everybody was ready,
"Zoya aap abhi tak taiyyar nahi hui beta...jaayein jaldi karein ", obivious to what abbu said I went to Arjun who was receiving some papers from the courier boy and asked him what were those...
His reply shook me to the core... I just didn't want Aditya to come there from anywhere...
"Arjun why...?" the only words that left my mouth.
"I am going to start a new life bhabi ,I don't want to carry any baggage"
A sad smile left my mouth ,wondering what was Aditya's mistake to receive such harsh punishments .
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Adiya's destiny
FanfictionA story of fighting one's insecurities...insecurities often become the biggest road blocks in one's life and forces us to hide ourselves inside a shell. Aditya's insecurities have often resurfaced about which he had once talked about to Zoya. It wa...
