Unexpected Promises

Chapter 61

Saad's pov: 

"Why did you argue with her now? She is just worried about you." Shaking his head, bhai scolded me. 

"You know exactly why. And leave my hand, I can do it myself." I replied monotonously while trying to jerk my hand away from him. Even though the cut on my hand pained, it still felt less compared to the pain which I internally felt. 

"Chup chaap yahi khade raho. Apni biwi se wapas baate sunni hai kya? Tumhe shauk hoga usse baate sunne ka lekin mujhe koi shauk nahi hai. Tumhari bhabi se kam baate sunta hu kya jo ab tumhari biwi se bhi sunu?" Holding my hand firmly, he replied in annoyance. 

(Be quiet and stand still. Do you want to get scolded by your wife once again? You might like getting scolded but I don't. Does your sister in-law not scold me enough already that I should get scolded by your wife too now?) 

"Aap apni biwi se apni harkaton ki wajah se baatein sunte hai, maine kya harkat ki hai jo mujhe baatein sunne milengi?" I retorted, not ready to accept my actions. I mean, I just didn't want to go to the clinic. I was scared that... That if I went there, they might leave. That I might not be able to stop them. That I would regret going out to the clinic for my need when she needed me today more than any other day. 

(You get scolded by your wife because of your behaviour, what did I do to get scolded?) 

"Aise bol rahe ho jaise tumne to koi harkat hi nahi ki abhi abhi." Bhai muttered while applying ointment, making me wince in pain slightly. Who applies ointment this harshly? Who even made him a doctor? 

(You are saying as if you didn't do anything.) 

"Maine kuch galat nahi kaha." I replied through gritted teeth. 

(I didn't say anything wrong.) 

"Haa haa, aap to sahi hai hamesha ki tarah." He taunted while bandaging my hand. 

(Yeah yeah, you are right as always.) 

"Mai hamesha sach me sahi hi rehta hu." I retorted while looking down. 

(I'm actually always right.) 

"Allah khair kare! Zara si to sharam kar lo aur kam se kam iss baar to apni galti maan lo." Bhai exclaimed, sounding annoyed. 

(God help us! Have some shame, at least accept your fault this time.) 

"Ab tum kis baat par daant rahe ho mere bete ko?" Mama interrupted, finally coming closer to us. 

(Now why are you scolding my son?) 

"Aapke pyaare bete ki harkaton par." He replied in frustration, finally leaving my hand alone. 

(Only your son's behaviour.) 

"Isne kya harkat ki hai? Jo harkat ki hai wo to uss ladki ne aur uski maa ne ki hai." 

(What did he do? Whatever has happened, that girl and her mother have done it.) 

"Mama bas kariye! Ab isme us bechari ladki ki kya galti hai? Abhi vase to aapke bete ne toda haina? Aur ab clinic jaane se bhi inkaar kar raha hai." Bhai replied furiously, turning to look at mama. Leaning my head back on the wall, I watched as the drama unfolded in front of me, feeling tired. 

(Mom stop! What did that girl poor girl do now? That vase was broken by your son, right? And now he doesn't even want to go to the clinic!) 

"Uss bechari ladki ki kya galti hai? Are you seriously asking me that right now? Uski kya galti nahi hai! Usi ki wajah se to ye sab ho raha hai. Usi ki wajah se mere bete ne wo vase toda! Pata nahi kya kya kaha hoga usne! Pata nahi kya pattiyan padhai hai mere bete ko, bechara ekdam pareshaan sa ho gaya hai. Accha hi hua ke wo log jaa rahe hai. Kam se kam mere bete ko to pareshaan nahi karenge ab. Chalo Saad, hum bhi ghar chalte hai ab. Bohot drama ho gaya yaha. Ab ghar jainge tab hi sukoon milega." She ranted angrily before turning to look at me while holding my arm, as if to take me home. But how could I even leave? And that too, like this?