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BackGround: The Story was sketched from the the Episode that aired on 17th February 2012
Disclaimer: This is purely a fan fiction with Characters and plot line owned by 4lionsfilms and the creativity owned by me.
Chapter 1: Realization ||Page 1
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Short Story: Falling Apart
Chapter 1: Realization
His head was religiously bent over the file in his hand when his jeeja ji came and sat across him while whispering something in his phone, switching it off after few minutes as the door bell rang. His gaze shifted from the papers to his jeeja ji eyeing him suspiciously with hatred. "Hari Prakash!!! Door!!!" he yelled to his servant who came running to open the door.
It was no other than his sister along with his wife who looked paler than before in the plain light pink sari compared to his sister who looked brighter than usual. For a moment he felt he should help her with the heavy bags in her hand but dismissed the thought as anger replaced inside him and went back to his work. "Anjali Di, Nani said she wants to talk to you as soon as you come." Hari Prakash informed Anjali as she stepped inside with a pooja thali and Khushi beside her. She nodded her head with a smile. "Khushi ji, could you take this to the mandir and of course the just keep the bags in my room. I'll be right back!" Handing over the thali to Khushi, she almost sprinted towards nani's room. A slow smile crept up on his face at his sister's childish behavior. He looked up to find his jeeja ji smiling at something. His eyes darted towards the direction and it was no other than his wife standing with a thali in one hand, the shopping bags tangled in the other and her pallu slipping from her shoulder which she was trying to hold on and helplessly failing at. He stormed up, though not getting the attention of his jeeja ji, walked over to his wife.
She sensed him coming towards her as she continued to fidget with her sari. For a moment she decided to walk away but knew that it'll be either her tripping or the thali slipping out from her hand, but before she could decide he helped her with the pallu only to find the pin she had used stuck in her shoulder causing blood to ooze out of the wound. He untangled the bags from her hand and placed them on the floor. "Hari Prakash!! Take these bags to Di's room and keep this in the mandir." He turned around to see the smile wiped off from his jeeja ji's face but replaced with a disgusting look. Getting his attention back on his wife he found that she had also managed to get her ankle twisted and was limping her way with her mouth tightly pressed in pain. 'Unbelievable!' he muttered as he saw his jeeja ji standing up to try to help her. "Khushi!" he yelled behind her. "wait." He came and picked her up in his arms.
"Wha'Put me down! What if'" "Shut up Khushi!" She felt quiet with her hands around his neck as he took her up to their room. He gently had her sit on the bed as he took out the pin from her shoulder which was drenched in blood. She hissed in pain though trying to hide it. "How did it get in your shoulder in the first place?" He asked her with a mock disgust while putting the bandage by her neck. For a moment he felt a strong urge to kiss her but casually bend down towards her ankle and giving it a few twists, he managed to get it alright too. "Thanks" she almost whispered as she tried to get up. He stared at her noticing that her lips had lost the rosiness, her cheeks looked hollowed and she looked exceptionally pale than usual. He felt he should have her rest or take her to the doctor, but as usual dismissed the thoughts. He watched her walking out of his sight again, going down to help out in the chores.
He switched off his phone as he went downstairs for dinner. Payal and Akash had just walked in and were laughing together on something while Nani was scolding Laxmi again for wandering off without her permission. "Nani, where is Khushi and Di?" "Ah, Chote! I thought you would never ask. Khushi bitya is in the kitchen, alone!" She laid her emphasize on alone as she further said, "And Anjali bitya is in her room putting the stuff she bought today in their places. Now why don't you spend some time with me and Laxmi, after all we are a part of your family too." Giving an incredulous look on the idea of spending time with a goat he politely excused himself from the scene.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the familiar voice coming from the kitchen. "Come on Khushi ji! Why don't you just admit it that you love me like I love you Khushi ji! Spit out the anger Khushi ji! It's almost a year since our engagement broke!" Raged filled inside him as he stepped forward only to see his wife pinned down to the wall, trembling with fear and shaking her head nonchalantly in a no. "You disgust me!" he heard the faint whisper of her voice. "You are just too afraid to admit it Khushi ji! You don't need to be afraid of Arnav's anger Khushi ji! I'm always with you. I know he tortures you and beats you Khushi ji! Look what he had turned you into!" "Arnav ji is a far better man than you!" she snapped back at him with rage taking over her. Not able to take any further he came and stood between him and his wife for once and for all. "So looks like you haven't still given up on your first love but I can still snatch your second and third love from you, you know that don't you!" "We were just having a decent conversation Saale sahib! Nothing else" "Good then, now if you are done abusing my wife, get your twisted face out of sight!" Giving Arnav a look full of disgust, anger and lust, he walked off from there.
Arnav turned around to find her wiping off the tears in way nobody would notice it. Guilt ran through him but before he could ask her anything she spoke ahead, "I'm fine. Just send someone here with me. He wouldn't come again then." She trembled from even his touch, as he placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded a yes. A few minutes later Mami came bustling in the kitchen to find Khushi stirring something slowly lost in her thoughts. "Oh ho Phatti Sari! Where are you lost again? Look at you! You looked much better before your marriagewa and now'ask Arnav bitwa to take you to a doctor at least!" Plastering back the fake smile she laughed. "Oh come on Mami ji! Tell me do you think everyone will like the dinner tonight!" "Everybody always likes it, but I'll say it's nice if you let me taste some right now and don't you tell Sasu ma about it!" "Here you go then Mami ji!" she served a bite of everything to her while keeping the smile up. "Mami ji, so do you like it?" Arnav watched the whole interaction from a distance realizing that how much everyone has come along beside him. A smile crept on his face, as his eyes lit in love for her and guilt formed its way back to him. He decided that it was finally time to ask forgiveness, after all those practices in front of the mirror; he finally had to take a step and move ahead. A smile crept up on his face, after the whole three months, as he walked towards his bedroom to start sorting the puzzles formed in his life.
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