Friday, 15 March 2019

part 36 : Tumhare hum


I wake up bright and early to the sounds of Armaan snoring. Even when he isn't trying to be annoying, he is. Well atleast the sneezing stopped, although it is replaced with his abnoxious SNORES! I quickly get out of bed remembering that today is our reception, which is something I am definitely not looking forward too. The reason being I will have to pretend to be madly in love with someone who I despise. I glance over at the sofa to see him sprawled out on it. He looked so peaceful that I really wanted to ruin his sleep. My evil mind starts going to work and I even have the jug of ice water in my hand, but I stop because my logic kicks in. Not only would he get sick again, but I would also have to take care of him and so in conclusion it's definitely not worth it. I take a quick shower and change into a sky blue sari with silver embroidery. I sit in front of the mirror lightly applying makeup. I start combing my hair with my hands to untangle the ends. I catch sight of Armaan staring at me through the mirror from the sofa. I shoot him a glare and he quickly looks away. He grabs his towel and heads to the bathroom to have a shower.



He comes out in a matter of minutes, while I'm still in front of the mirror getting ready. I look up in the mirror to see Armaan walking around the room in nothing but a towel. My eyes start wandering down to his toned abs and remain fixated. My senses finally kick in and I abruptly look away, completely ashamed of my actions. Normally he would respond with a repulsive comment such as "like what you see" or something along those lines, but he didn't utter a word. It is actually strange. I shout, "CAN YOU PUT SOME CLOTHES ON?!" He looks like a deer caught in headlights and then starts violently nodding like a bobble head. He quickly throws on a shirt and heads to the bathroom with some pants. The weirdest part is he kind of look frightened because he kept watching me from the corner of his eye as if I would stab him with a knife at any second. I may hate him, but even I'm not that cold. Although that would relieve some of my anger…



I dismiss these thoughts and go downstairs to greet my in laws and see what's cooking…literally. I go into the kitchen, but as soon as I walk in Arohi starts yelling at me to get out and sit at the table. I, being the wonderful daughter-in-law I am, refuse to comply and start helping Arohi with the food. Arohi says, "Riddhima you know Armaan loves Halwa…" I grin evily and reply, "Huh is that so…" Arohi nods innocently and is completely oblivious to my evil ways. I start making halwa for his highness and add a few extra ingredients to give it that kick that Armaan needs so badly. Let's see how that ******* likes laxitives in his food. Hey, I'm only returning the favor after all he tampered with my food at the office, but let's not get into that.



Eventually Arohi and I bring out the food and serve everyone. I know Billy Papa, Naina Mom, Arjun and Arohi would also want to try this halwa so I was sure to separate Armaan's from everyone elses. Armaan occasionally watches me from the corner of his eye. After handing Armaan his halwa, he eyes it suspiciously. Everyone starts complimenting the halwa I made, but Armaan doesn't seem satisfied. I guess he really does know me too well. I watch as he sighs and makes a face before it even enters his mouth. He starts mildly gagging and quickly swallows the bitter halwa. Did I forget to mention I put in a bunch of salt?... well I did. He continues to eat it, but it seems like he is immune to the taste now because his face shows a solemn expression. He even joins in with his parents in complimenting me. He just has to spoil all my plans all the time.



After breakfast, Armaan spends half the day in the bathroom because of constipation. The odd thing is he didn't even complain about it because it was clear that I am at fault. He is really scaring me with his nonreactivess. Normal people would yell, but this guy won't even say a word. I guess I'm just looking for a reason to argue, but then again my hatred needs an outlet and he isn't giving me one. Later in the day, everyone goes into their room to pick out their outfits for the reception tonight. I enter the room and decide wear my green sari with silver embroidery, while Armaan wears a matching green silky shirt with a black suit. We quickly avoid each other and go downstairs because it is held in the Mallik Mansion. As we walk down the staircase, we are greeted by the applause of our guests. I smile fakely and Armaan just looks confused as to what he is supposed to do. I quietly whisper as we make our way down, "Just act like everything is fine." He looks at me unsure and then nods. We walk down looking like a happily married couple should even though our reality is something else altogether. Billy Papa and my father are on stage and congratulate us on the marriage. Billy Papa says, "Let's have Armaan sing us a song for his beautiful wife and my new daughter-in-law, Riddhima." I causually glance over at Armaan to see him staring at me. He slowly makes his way towards the stage and takes the mike. The lights start to dim and a spotlight lands on Armaan. The music starts playing in the background, which is Ke Bin Tere Jeena Nahin from the movie Aggar.

He starts singing while making his way down the stage.

Bheed mein bhi hum tanha rahein tere gum ne yeh haalat kar di

Kabhi khud ke liye kuchh soch sake itani bhi nahi fursat di

He moves past the crowd of people and walks towards me.

Aankhon ki talash jo hai, woh hai tera chehra

Dhadkan dil ke paas toh hai, lekin hai bewajah

Main hoon shaukh se abb koi patta tuta huva

Mujhko yeh hawaayein udaati phire har jagah

Armaan stare is a bit unnerving because he refuses to look away

from me as if he is captivated by the mere sight of me.

He then walks past me and continues to sing with his back towards me.

His eyes reflect his depressed and lonely state; I can't help,

but feel a bit guilty.

Ke bin tere jeena nahi, haan bin tere jeena nahi

Na bin tere jeena nahi, ja bin tere jeena nahi

He turns around so he is behind me and sings into my ear.

I close my eyes as I feel his breathe against my face.

Aankhon ki talash jo hai, woh hai tera chehra

Dhadkan dil ke paas toh hai, lekin hai bewajah

Main hoon shaukh se abb koi patta tuta huva

Mujhko yeh hawaayein udaati phire har jagah

He walks around me and his features soften as he looks over mine.

He takes in our proximity as if it would be the last time.

He turns his back to me, but turns his head towards me as he sings.

Ke bin tere jeena nahi, haan bin tere jeena nahi

Na bin tere jeena nahi, ja bin tere jeena nahi

He turns towards me completely and sings with passion in his voice

as he looks into the depths of my eyes. I quickly realize what I am

doing so I look away questioning myself.

Chahe jitne bhi aansu bahein

Saansein seene mein chubhati rahein, muskura kar har gum sahein

Armaan's eyes start to water and I see his hand wipe away a tear.

He smiles fakely through his sadness as he sings to me.

Dil se ho kam kabhi na yeh dard tera, phool jaisa lage har zakhm tera

Inko mujhko toh seena nahin, ke bin tere jeena nahi

Armaan places his hand against his chest, right over his heart.

He picks up a rose and hands it to me. I slowly reach for it and as soon

as our hands brush, I drop the flower. Armaan bends to pick it

up and stares at it lovingly.

Aankhon ki talash jo hai, woh hai tera chehra

Dhadkan dil ke paas toh hai, lekin hai bewajah

Main hoon shaukh se abb koi patta tuta huva

Mujhko yeh hawaayein udaati phire har jagah

He slowly starts picking petals off the rose.

When nothing remains, he tosses the lone stem.

Ke bin tere jeena nahi, haan bin tere jeena nahi

Na bin tere jeena nahi, ja bin tere jeena nahi

He starts walking away from me and back towards the stage.

Bheed mein bhi hum tanha rahein tere gum ne yeh haalat kar di

Kabhi khud ke liye kuchh soch sake itani bhi nahi fursat di

He stops in the middle and just sings with one hand in his pocket,

along with his back facing me.

Teri yaadon mein har pal kate, khud se teri hi baatein karein

Dil khijaaon sa banjar rahein

Humko manjoor hai har sitam tera, berukhi bhi teri bewafapan tera

Jaam kushiyon ka peena nahi, ke bin tere jeena nahi

Armaan looks towards me sadly, while I look away. I look back to see

him nodding as if accepting his defeat.

Aankhon ki talash jo hai, woh hai tera chehra

Dhadkan dil ke paas toh hai, lekin hai bewajah

Main hoon shaukh se abb koi patta tuta huva

Mujhko yeh hawaayein udaati phire har jagah

Ke bin tere jeena nahi, haan bin tere jeena nahi

Na bin tere jeena nahi, ja bin tere jeena nahi

Ke bin tere jeena nahi, haan bin tere jeena nahi

Na bin tere jeena nahi, ja bin tere jeena nahi

He walks back towards me and finishes the song

looking at me heartbroken.



Everyone starts to applaud and Armaan starts thanking everyone. Armaan excuses himself and I push all my thoughts aside as my eyes grow wide in shock. Who should enter the party, but Prithvi Bose. How can I forget my personal stalker? My eyes start searching the crowd for Armaan, but I can't seem to spot him. He is never there when I need him. When I turn around, I find myself staring into a familiar pair of brown eyes. I mentally curse and smile worriedly, "Oh umm hi Prithvi. How's life?" Prithvi looks a bit angrily at me and says, "I need to talk to you!" I look for escape routes, but just find myself being dragged to the empty study. Prithvi says, "Riddhima how could you marry Armaan? I thought you loved me!" I tense up and feel very uncomfortable being alone with him. I stutter, "P-Prithvi I never…" He comes closer saying, "Riddhima I know you love me, this marriage is just to get me jealous right? Well I am jealous so you can quit playing this dangerous game!" I look to my sides because Prithvi has me backed up against the bookshelf. I start praying that someone shows up quickly. He turns his back towards me and goes into a trance about how much he loves me. I take this opportunity to try to get away. I dart towards the door, but fail miserably since Prithvi catches me before I can even get close.



He pins me against the wall forcefully and blocks my path. I look into Prithvi's fiery eyes as he demands, "Just admit you love me Riddhima…ADMIT IT!" I flinch and start pleading, "Prithvi please let me go..." Prithvi grinds his teeth in fraustration saying, "I LOVE YOU RIDDHIMA! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I LOVE YOU!" He starts calming down and explains, "Oh I get it, you're worried Armaan won't let us be together right? Don't worry Riddhima, I will take care of him and then he will never bother you again!" Prithvi pulls out a gun and loads it. I start getting really terrified. Prithvi holds onto my face and says, "After Armaan dies, we can be together then right Riddhima?" I reply hesitantly, "Prithvi I don't…" Prithvi punches the wall next to my head in frustration. Just then I hear movement from outside and then someone's voice calling my name. The person screams, "RIDDHIMA? ARE YOU IN THERE?" I know that instant that it is Armaan. I yell, "ANG…" but Prithvi covers my mouth and places a finger to his lips whispering, "Shhh…" I start squirming to get free from his grip and then Armaan finally breaks in. Prithvi aims his gun towards Armaan.



Armaan looks shocked and says, "Prithvi just put the gun down and no one will get hurt…" Prithvi growls, "Sorry Armaan, you're a nice guy, but you chose the wrong girl…my girl" I wail, "ARMAAN PLEASE JUST GO HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!" Armaan shouts, "I'm not leaving you…EVER! Prithvi sadistically says, "That's too bad… goodbye Armaan…" I stare at the gun as Prithvi is seconds away from pulling the trigger. I look back at Armaan and all I can think about is how much I care about him. Regardless of our differences, I never really want him to die especially not on my account. I look back at the gun and quickly jab Prithvi in his gut with my elbow, making him bend over in pain. Armaan takes the chance and jumps Prithvi, which sends the gun flying across the room and breaking a huge vase. This causes so much noise that many of the guests rush upstairs to see Armaan and Prithvi fighting. Armaan continues to bash Prithvi and I have to drag Armaan away so that Prithvi doesn't die at the hands of Armaan. The security holds Prithvi until the police arrive to take him away.



I curl up on the bed scared of everything that could have happened. It was a terrifying experience to be inches away from death. Armaan could have died, the man I supposedly feel nothing but hatred for. The man that has given me nothing but pain and heartache, yet today I was willing to risk my own life for him. Tears spring in my eyes at the thought of Armaan's death. I just feel so confused and shaken up. I don't know what to make of my reaction though… why do I care so much about Armaan? Was it for humanity sake or something more? Right now, I don't have the answer to that and I dread learning it.



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