Shaurya's POV
"Shaurya ji"
It was dark but parking lot was lit enough to recognise the person calling me, Him.
"Uncle"
Anokhi's dad walked towards me carrying calmness and patience in his demeanor.
Calmness that held the power to quietude a storm but also surge it
Patient enough to listen to me but restless to conclude it
And yet again the silence neither did he said anything nor I until he-
"Raat ko 11 bje... kaam se to milne nhi aaye the aap Nik- Anokhi se" I know I'm bad at excuses, but what else could I have said... maybe i could but what now?
"Ji Sir- vo ek important scene ki briefin-"
"Bas! aur jhoot sunne ki himmat nhi h mujhme..
Pichle 24 ghanto m itne jhoot itne ilzaam sun liye h ki ab mai thak gya hu Shaurya ji"
His voice cracked, he joined his hands pleading, I tried lowering them but he pulled back
"Teeno bacho m Nikki sbse ladli h meri.. itni si thi jb meri zindagi m aai thi"
He pointed up to his knee length
"Itni chhoti umar se hi bohot kuch saha h usne.. maa baap ki maut, nayi jgh naye logo ke sath apni zindagi fir shuru karna, Jisme mere parivar ne use paraya mehsus krane m koi kami nhi chhodi.."
"Pr fir bhi vo ladi, maine uske sapno ko kisi chiz ke aage dabne nhi diya, vo jitna udna chahti thi use utni dheel di.."
He paused... I knew her story, she has told me in bits and pieces but her dad's version ached more than anything I was not in the place to understand him but could feel the burden of emotions in his words
"-fir use aapki film m kaam Mila, bohot khush thi meri bachi.. khud se door krke use yaha uske sapno ke sheher bheja iss umeed m ki vo yaha khulkar apni zindagi aur apne sapne jeeyegi pr yaha.."
A tear escaped his eye he was quick to wipe it but I saw.. something lurched in my stomach.. a feeling of guilt.. for making her initial months here as bad as hell and her father didn't even know any of it
Or a feeling of hollowness, i never got to experience how is it to be loved by your parents
"Pehle Jo harr choti baat pr mujhse gale lagkar ro diya krti thi vo aaj khud dard m hokar mujhe hausla de rhi hai.. bohot bda bna diya h iss sheher ne meri Nikki ko"
"Uncle aap please-"
His hands were shaking, I tried to calm him down but he instead held my hand and refused
"Aapke sahare ki zarurat nhi hai mujhe... Aur na hi meri beti ko"
Sharp voice, cold look, my heart winced, I didn't want to listen further I didn't want to stay here anymore I didn't want to be around him not now not ever I was not ready for what awaited next and I was definitely not ready for what he wanted to say next
I turned to my car hiding my restlessness
"Fikar h na aapko Anokhi ki-"
I turned to face him again
"Aankhon m dikhta h" he completed
"Toh kyu takleef de rhe h meri bachi ko"
"Mai nhi janta ye sb jo chl rha h kese thik hoga.. pr aapka naam h rutba h pura parivar h.. kuch dino m sb bhool jaenge.. pr Anokhi usne abhi thik se apna pehla kadam bhi nhi rkha.. aapsb kyu use niche khichna chahte h..
please use apne haal pr chhod dijiye.."
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Lights, Camera, SHAKHI !!
FanfictionShaurya Sabherwal, Film Director in The Sabherwal Films (TSF) Production led by the Sabherwals , Anokhi Bhalla an aspiring Actor, trained under Aastha Kashyap Sabherwal (iconic actress), mother of Shaurya, who hates her for some reasons. Let's watch...
