here is part three guys...hope you do enjoy...and one thing...please read with an open mind...i know it is a touchy subject but it is a reality for many women across the world. this story was inspired by someone in my life, of course i put my own twists in here as well...so please read with an open mind and just remember...in this ff...no matter what...RanKan will be together and no one dies 😃
Part 3
Teri Yaad
Saath Hai
Main jahaan rahoon
Main kahin bhi hoon
Teri yaad saaath hai
Kisi se kahoon
Ke nahi kahoon
Yeh jo dil ki baat hai
Kehne ko saath apane ek duniya chalti hai
Per chhupke is dil mein tanhaayi palti hai
Bas yaad saath hai
Teri yaad saaath hai
Main jahaan rahoon
Main kahin bhi hoon
Teri yaad saaath hai
London, England (late one night):
Ranbir
sat in his chair staring off into space, nervous about his presentation in a
few hours. He had given countless presentations in his career as a Hotelier;
presentations were what made the business. You needed hotels to grow, you
needed contracts to make hotels, and you needed presentations to get you those
contracts. Without presentations, you would be at a stand-still. He couldn't
remember how many presentations he had given from when he had jumped into the
business. It seemed like he gave one everyday at least, sometimes it was more
then one, especially at conferences and conventions. However, this presentation
was important to him, it was special; he had only given a handful of
presentations that meant this much to him. This presentation could help him
snag the prime spot for a hotel in the current economy. If Ranbir got this contract then
that would mean great new revenue for the company, a great deal of publicity
and fame. He would be building a hotel in one of the most prime spots in the
world. All of that, however, held zero to little importance as to why he was
fighting to get this contract. Getting this contract meant building a hotel
that took months if not years, that meant going to Hollywood
(Sunset Blvd.), which meant going to California, which mean meant going home…home was where his Kiya
was.
Ever
since that unforgettable night, Ranbir had only been home a few times. After
that meeting Ranbir couldn't get her out of his mind. He thought about her at
home, at work, at the gym, on the billboards…every where. In the few hours that
they were together she had managed to get into his mind, heart and soul. In the
past years there was rarely a day that passed without her crossing his mind.
The
three months following their meeting had passed with great difficulty. Each and
everyday he had thought about her. He had wondered how her life was going, did
she get married, and did she still remember him? However his biggest question
and concern was whether or not she was happy; that is all that mattered to him.
In the few hours they had spent one night, she had seemed to affect him like no
one else ever had; it was like she has seeped into his soul and refused to
move, not that he had wanted her to.
He had
eventually made the decision of leaving the country because of her. The main
office of his operations was based right in the heart of downtown Lost Angeles,
a few miles from the memorable pier. If he had kept his office there, the
chances of running into her were too great. Not only running into her, but
running into his Kiya, his Kiya happy with another man. So he had
decided to move his home base of operations to London. He had been planning to expand his
business abroad, and there wasn't going to be a better opportunity. So that was
it…he left his home of over 20 years and moved to a foreign country, all to get away from a girl and her memories.
The move
didn't help the way he would have liked it to have. His mind still managed to
wander off into her thought a few times a day, but especially at night when he
was alone. The only time he didn't think about her was when he was overloaded
with work and handling the business. That is why he had devoted the past years
of his life to taking his company to the top. Sure it was to advance in his
career, but the bigger reason was to keep his mind off of things that would
never amount to anything.
Becoming
an international hotelier was not easy, but it had its perks; travel. He had
gotten to visit exotic countries and locations all over the world. However, it
had also taken him home a few times. Every time he was back he took a few
minutes to go to Santa Monica Pier; no matter how busy he was, how late it was,
or how tired he was. He would go to reminisce about the one night he would
never forget. He would find the same wooden column, sit there and let all the
memories come flooding back. With his eyes closed he could see her face, her
smile, the blush that tinted her smooth cheeks; he could hear her voice, her
laugh, the tinkling of her bangles; he could feel her soft skin, and the feel
of her body against his own…everything.
After he
had moved away to London,
Ranbir had only been back home a handful of times, most for business purposes
or to see his father. He never stayed more then a few days, except on one visit
the previous year, when his father had died. His mother was an ailing woman in
the last stages of Alzheimer's. Ranbir had spent about three weeks with his mother,
but most of that was either at his mother's nursing home or in the end, at the
hospital. Losing his mother had been very hard on him, and he needed support.
His friends and colleagues had tried to be supportive and help but he didn't
want them. He was able to find some solace from his sister, but he felt like he
needed more. He felt like the only person that could give him what he needed,
had no idea what was going on.
Getting
this contract meant that he would be going back to California, his home. He would be able to
see the house he grew up in, the places he hung out with friends, he would get
to see his sister and new nephew; most of all he would have an excuse to go to
Santa Monica and think about his Kiya. Although Ranbir would never admit it out
loud, his main purpose of wanting this contract was for Santa Monica. He could never just come to Santa Monica to revisit
old times, he would never let himself. Instead, he would use the contract as an
excuse to give his heat what it desired the most. He would never admit to
himself that even after nearly four years a special Kiya still held
power over him.
Later
that day when is company had been officially awarded the contract, his heart
did a summersault in his chest. His ticket to California was booked for the next night and
all the other arrangements had been made. A small smile played on his lips…he
was going home…was going to meet his Kiya.
Panorama City (late another night):
Metro
bus, route 265 was making its way across the San Fernando
Valley. Less then a handful of passengers occupied the large bus.
The people on the bus were either sleeping or staring off into space, after all
it was nearly one o' clock in the morning. They were returning home after a
hard and long days work in various parts of the city, some even outside the
city. At the back of the bus sat a young woman clearly lost in her thoughts.
She
looked tired to the bone; the toll of the day was clearly visible on her face.
Her once tight and neat bun had strands of hair escaping from it, her uniform a
wrinkled mess, her hands dry and rough, and her feet we aching. The surprising
factor was that there was no tiredness in her eyes; her dark eyes were gloomy,
distant and lost; the sadness apparent in its depths. Everyone on these busses
had a story, each different from the previous…she had a story too.
She was
the frail, sad, and lonely girl that stood on the side lines of life, watching
everyone pass her by. She was the girl that stood behind the large pillar at
the back of a room, hidden behind the darkness it provided. She was the girl
that blended into life, the one that no one noticed.
She was
the girl had held the burden of supporting her parents, financing her younger
sisters education, and providing for her own family. She was the girl that
worked not one, not two but three full time jobs. She was the girl who was on
her feet from five o' clock in the morning until about two or three o' clock in
the morning; nearly 24 hours. She was the one that had to make sure her bus
didn't leave her or else her boss would fire her for being late…again. She was
the girl who had no manage her home; the one who cooked but had no time to eat,
the one who cleaned but with no one to help her.
She was
once someone's Kiya, but now…now she was Kanya Godbole. No, she wasn't Kanya Godbole;
she was Mrs. Kanya Shergill.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The bus
had finally reached her stop, Wilshire Blvd. Kanya quickly gathered her things,
and pushed out all the unnecessary thoughts out of her mind. Once she had
stepped off the bus, she glanced at her watch…2:30am. Her eyes widened in shock
as she broke into a full fledged run towards her apartment complex. She ran like
a mad woman and made it to her apartment in three minutes flat. Fishing inside
her purse she retrieved her keys into the lock and opened the door. She
silently crept in, making sure to make almost no sound, only what couldn't be
avoided. Kanya put her things down on the sofa corner, took off her shoes and
coat. She tiptoed into the kitchen to grab a glass of cold water before she
headed off to bed. She was hungry, she was starving, but she decided against
eating. By the time she took the food out, warmed it
up, ate and cleaned up, she wouldn't have anytime to sleep before she had to be
up for her first job. She thanked the Lord that she was doing the late shift
and was required to go in at nine o' clock and not five o' clock. She savored
the water, quietly put down the glass and began tiptoeing towards her room.
"So
madam finally decided to come home?" came a voice in front of her. In the dark she couldn't see his
face but she knew who it was; it was none other then her husband, Chinmay
Shergill.
"I'm
so sorry if I disturbed you,"
Kanya said in a hushed voice, her eyes on the floor, not daring to look at him.
He had startled her when he called out to her. "Why don't your head back
to bed, I'll be there in a few minutes after I change."
She
watched as the shaded figure wobbled towards her unstably. Her fears were
confirmed, he was drunk, not that there was any doubt in her mind. There was
rarely a night that Chinmay wasn't drunk. If Kanya was lucky, then he was so
drunk that he was passed out on the bed in the master bed room. If he was still
awake, then only God knew what was going to happen.
"Going
to take a shower?" Chinmay
continued, "Trying to wash off all scents of our lover before your
husband can tell."
"No,
of course not." she
replied to him, in a some-what stern voice.
"Really?
Then do you care to explain why you are thirty minutes late?" he pressed.
"I
had a late table, so I left late and had to catch the last bus."
"Oh
really?" he mocked.
Kanya
was hoping that he would let it go and not erupt in a rage, but her hopes were
shattered.
"What
do you think that I am an idiot?! That I don't know my wife is screwing every
Tom, Dick and Harry?"
he yelled.
"It's
not like that, and you know it!"
Chinmay
came and was standing in front of her, his breath reeking of alcohol. Kanya
tried to step back, but he grabbed the bare part of her arms with his strong
arms and squeezed them hard, "So no you are going to tell me what I
know?"
"N…no
of course not." Kanya
said, as she tried to get out of his grip, knowing all to well what was ahead
for her if she didn't get away.
"I'll
show you, you two timing, lying little bitch!" he growled.
"No,
please Chinmay let me go. I…I promise, it won't happen again. Please let me
go."
"Shut
up!"
"No,
please…please…"
"Come
on baby, I'm your husband. You can't stop me."
"Please…please…please…"
Her
cries of help drowned out as Chinmay placed his lips on top of hers and began
to brutally assault her, biting and hurting her. All the while he began pulling
her towards their room, his hand still strongly on her arms.
Once in
the room, she pushed her down on the bed and held her down with one hand, while
the other worked to remove her clothes. The tears rolling down her face as Chinmay's
hands roamed across her body.
A while
later, muffled sobs could be heard. Kanya lay with a sheet covering her and her
husband, who had finally passed out next to her. Gathering the sheet close to
her body, she inched out of the bed, making as little movement as possible. She
managed to rummage around her small closet for a t-shirt and track pants.
Slipping on a pair of flip-flops she grabbed her keys and left the house.
Chinmay
was passed out, and would be for the next eight hours or so. Night like this
have happened in the past, and would probably continue to happen in the future.
Kanya headed to the one place that she could find some solace, the one place
she felt safe…the pier.
At
3:30am she reached the desolate beach/pier she ran to the place that meant the
most to her. She found the large wooden pillar where she had met him,
where her life and begun and ended in one night. She threw her sandals into the
sand a few feet in front of her. She stared at the night sky, glittering with
stars, tears forming in her eyes. "Where are you?! Why aren't you here?!"
she yelled, "I need you! Where are you?!" Saying this she
crumbled onto the sand, the tears now flowing freely.
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(Same night)
Ranbir's
flight had gotten in a
few hours ago and he was exhausted to the breaking point. He figured he would
get in as much sleep as he could this night before all the work on the project
began. However, that hadn't worked out.
He had
been sitting in his room, attempting to eat the dinner he had the
kitchen deliver, but his appetite was shot. Leaving the food he took a warm
shower and headed to bed, hoping that he would fall asleep; no such luck. He
lay awake for over two hours, tossing and turning. His mind was on his Kiya,
not shocking, but it was bothering him. Something inside him was telling him
that something was wrong, and he needed to be somewhere else. His mind and
heart were pulling him to thoughts of the night with Kiya at Santa Monica.
Glancing
at the clock he saw that it read three o' clock in the morning. Letting out a
frustrated groan her got out of bed and headed to change. He pulled on a pair
of jeans and his old USC letterman's jacket, grabbed his keys and headed out,
just forty-five minutes or so and he would be there.
Parking
his car in the lot he stepped out. Looking around he failed to see a small car
parked in the shadows by the pier. Ranbir made his way to the place that was
calling to him. As he walked, a smile played on his face as he thought about
the fateful night. He came to a stop at the beginning of the pier and just took
in a breath of the salt air.
For some
odd reason his body and heart were racing with emotions. On one side he felt a
sense of worry and anticipation that something was amiss, but on the other hand
his heart felt content and at peace. His body was tense and stiff, yet oddly
calm and relaxed. He was feeling a bit of every emotion, sad yet happy, tired
yet wide awake, worried yet serene. It was like the wind, the moon, the stars
and the waves were all calling out to him.
As the
smile played on his lips, he put his hands in his pockets, face the direction
of the spot where he had met Kiya and closed his eyes; he could picture
that night. He could hear her sniffles, her bangles, and her laughter. He could
see the red outfit he had found her in, the bindi on her head, the blush on her
cheeks. He could see her small body curled into a ball, just asking to be held.
As Ranbir
opened his eyes, his gaze fell on a small figure curled up and leaning against the
wooden pillar. As his eyes traced the petite figure, his heart gave a jump and
it felt like his soul was brought back to life……
Kyun Hawa
Kyun hawa, aaj yun gaa rahi hai
Kyun fiza, rang chhalka rahi hai
Mere dil bata aaj hona hai kya
Chaandni, din mein kyun, chhaa rahi hai
Zindagi, kis taraf jaa rahi hai
Mere dil bata kya hai ye silsila
Kyun hawa, aaj yun gaa rahi hai
Gaa rahi hai, gaa rahi hai
JAZ
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