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Something Called Love
As he entered the room, he
saw his grandmother sitting opposite side on the bed; he went ahead and sat on
the floor near her feet. He could not dare to look at her. She was still crying
silently, he touched her feet and she ran fingers through his hairs. They did
not say anything for a moment and the she broke the silence.
That was it. She said it
and he released the gush of tears he never shed for years; all his hidden and
blocked tears for years was finally left free to flow away. He put his head in
her lap and cried like a small child, same 10 year old boy, innocently as any
boy would cry in front of his mother, hugging her tight and securing him from
the whole world. She did not say anything but cried more looking at her grandson
- her son - her life. Finally the moment came from which she was scared, the
reality of his grandson's life that he was not legal son of Khurana Family. He
was his father's first love's child. She remembered the dreadful yet blessed
night when she first saw him.
was as usual reading book in the night lamp and someone knocked her door and
she opened it just to see ten year old boy standing there with her son. The boy
was cute and sweet, with deep honey colored eyes and baby long hairs.
is this, amar?'
is Maan, my son.
initial shock, thirty minutes later, he broke the silence with tears in his
died this morning I came to know about him by letter she left. Mom, all these
years she never bothered us for anything but today she was dying, she had to
tell me. She brought him up for nine years, and never complained.'
Preeti died? How? And? Amar…no…please say no…Maya will never tolerate this.'
had no choice mom, he is my son, and I could not leave him there on the road
I loved her so much, we could not marry but for god sake please don't do this
to him. What is his fault? He is still my son…I never loved maya, anyways. You
know that, our marriage was just a deal…I still regret it…she doesn't love
me…she doesn't love anyone mom…'
will bring her back mom; maya will come back next year.' He added.
he knew that he was giving her last chance, he always knew that maya never
loved him, but his family and name khurana was enough for her to marry him. He
left with regret in his eyes, as he lost his love. He left him with her - his
she welcomed him, with all love and warmth. He was a clever and charming boy.
She fed him and told him stories; she kept running fingers in his long baby
hairs and made him sleep in her lap. She loved him, as days passed; she became
more and more attached to him. He was her life now, she cared for him like she
cared for her own son, and she brought her up. He also liked her company, they
were happy until the day maya came back home. He was a child, he thought her
mother came back, but he was not aware of the fact that maya hated him to the
core. She came back for money, divorce and to get huge amount of compensation.
She was there in the mansion for few years and one day she left them, she left
him crying and screaming. And she could not even stop her as she knew that it
was for his good sake, that woman never loved him.
To save him from hurt and
pain, savitridevi, decided to keep mum and decided not to tell this secret to
anyone, but as she was scared, the day had come when he came to know about it
from dev. But what shocked her most was that, he was already aware of the fact
that she was not his mother and yet he tried to chase her, he asked her
silently to love him and all those years, he kept the pain, the hurt, the awful
feeling of rejection to himself. He never shared it with her.
She was thinking about
him, soothing him and running fingers in his hairs and she was interrupted by
'I…I'm so sorry dadima…I'm
so…' he sobbed.
'No…beta…no. You are my son. I love you, in fact I'm sorry I hide it
from you all these years.'
'I was a fool to ignore
you like this, slap me dadima. I am awfully terrible son, I really do not
deserve your love, I…I am very bad…I always ignored you…'
'I…do not belong to this…'
'…never. Never say this
again, maan. If you ever want me to see happy then you will never ever utter
these words again in your entire life.' She said firmly.
He did not say anything,
but nothing could help him from the feeling of dejection and the rising pain of
the word…'Illogical'. He could not say anything to his grandmother, as he knew,
she loved him a lot. He had no right to hurt her anymore.
'Promise me maan. You will
never leave me and our home. Promise me.'
'I promise…' He hardly
'Its okay…its okay…' she
chanted again and rubbed his back with gentle pats.
He looked up and asked in
most innocent way ever, 'Can I sleep here in your lap tonight?'
She smiled at his yet maintained
innocence, 'Of course!'
And he got up and slept in
her lap. She was still, running fingers in his hair. And he did not realize
when he slept. She smiled, after 18 years he was there in her lap, sleeping
It was just that they were
not aware of the fact that someone was standing near the door and looking at
them adoringly, shedding tears. As geet saw dadima, switching off lights
silently and carefully, coming to her tiptoed. She silently stepped back and
came to the passage, stood near the window, staring at the rain, it was stable
then, the storm was vanished, and the rain was clear and beautiful then. She
felt someone patting her back, and she turned around as she knew that she was
'Thank you for bringing my
son back.' She whispered in silent night, except for sound of the rain.
that! I think it's late I should go home now.' She said and then she left the
As she came out in the
rain, she stood there for a moment; she was not in a rush to go home which was
empty. She felt guiltier by then, she supported and worked for that person, the
lady who was cruel to him and who rejected him. In stead of telling him the
truth she was finding excuses to delay it. Though she was relieved by the
burden but then she was doing another mistake by not telling him the fact. She
was once again saved by god today morning when she was called. She remembered
the talk between them in her AC soundproof cabin.
you called me in here?' she asked irritatingly.
handa. I just wanted to clarify one thing to you.'
maan is not my son.'
But…he is… '
to me carefully now.'
is not my son, he is my step son, a big mistake of my ex-stupid-husband. But
that is not point handa, my point is that, by now you must have known the fact
that dev is my son and also a heir and legal son of me and Amar Khurana. Maan
is nothing, no one. He is just a random boy from the street. I want my son to
get the place he deserves. That savitridevi accepted him and look at my son. I
can't see this injustice to my son and you will help me, handa. I know, you are
close to him…may be you two…You see there can be danger accidents on highways
and roads…all I need you to do is to get him without his guards and security…'
your words, Mrs. Maya Gujral. And, before you offer me anything, I am finally
telling you that I will not agree to anything you offer. So please save your
time. And please delete my number from your contacts as I do not wish to talk
with you in future as long as I will live.'
she left it, angrily.
She left it from there
unaware of the fact that her talk was recorded by her, only the part which she
wanted to record and to use it in future. Though she had warned maya to stay
away from her but still there was a little piece of burden, in her heart that
she hid it all from the maan, she felt suffocating in the open ground under the
heavy rain. She kept drenching in the rain, and tried to console herself, but
she could not. He trusted her, he told the biggest secret of his life that he
never mentioned to anybody till date but only her, she was holding much significance
in his life, it was proved, and she felt guiltier. By then, she was aware of
the fact that Maya was dangerous to him, as she had worked for her in past; she
knew that how powerful and dangerous she could be. She was scared for him; she
prayed to god that he did not have to pay price for her mistakes. She stood
there for few more minute and then she left.
It was middle in the night
when she was restless in the bed, changing sides, getting up and pacing back
and forth in the room, she could not sleep thinking about his state, and when
she could not control much, she willingly got up and called dadima to ask for
maan and only after she assured her that he was sleeping peacefully, she went
to bed, still edgy, she was lost in his thoughts, after all that happened with
him all these years and today, she respected him more and more, it was not
about sympathy but she respected his will, his courage and his emotional
strength, though he seemed weak to her but there was something in his eyes
which made her believe that he was emotionally very strong person, she kept
thinking about him and she did not realized when she slept.