...WHAT'S THERE IN A SURNAME... #saakk FF

FETTERING REMEMBRANCE

"Theek hai... agar tum nahi chahti ho.. to mein Shaurya ke against police complaint nahi karunga Anokhi..."

"Per..."
Aditya took a dramatic pause, as Anokhi's hands reflexively halted mid-action, in between tending his wounds.

"Per kya..."
she asked, her eyes fixed on him, trying to discern his true intentions.

"Per usse sabke samne mujhse maafi maangi hogi... He has to apologize to me publicly...."

"Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya Aditya... Anokhi scoffed it loud... tumne jo kuch bhi kiya hai... do you really think, uske baad Shaurya tumse maafi mangenge..."

"Theek hai... to na mange maafi... lekin phir mein jo karunga... tum bhi uske liye mujhe blame mat karna please..."

He shrugged with a scornful smuggy grin, indirectly intimidating her of the dire consequences behind it.

"Aditya tum aisa kuch bhi nahi karoge... I am warning you..."

But Anokhi stood her ground, her voice though barely audible for the surrounding crowd but was resolute enough to challenge him upfront.

"Kaun rokega mujhe... tum... ???"
He twisted his lips in a mocking way.

"Don't you forget...
Shaurya ka wo accident mein bhooli nahi hu abhi tak...."

Aur agar aaj tumne koi bhi aise waise harqat ki na...
to wo incident mein tumhe bhi kabhi bhoolne nahi dungi Aditya...."

Anokhi's firm vocals echoed around vouching for her undeterred determination.

"Oh... so Mrs. Sabherwal is actually threatening me, nice...."

He replied sarcastically, a hint of defiance smelled in his words.

"Suit yourself. Tumhe jo samjhna hai samjho, I give a dam... but make sure you aren't opening your mouth to the cops here, kyunki agar tumne
aisa kuch bhi kiya na, to phir mein jo karungi, tum bhi uske liye mujhe blame mat karna samjhe..."

"Do mark my words Aditya...
mujhe mere Shaurya ki kasam hai... I will make you pay the dearest price for it..."

She finished plastering the last gauge strip on his wounds. The glint in her eyes showed how despised she felt with him right now.

Here exiting the foyer, Shaurya came out of his room. Descending down the stair steps he was discreetly watching all of these...

How Anokhi was nursing and caring him, how her subdued pleading murmurs were inflicting a painful sting on his own existence.

How the water droplets when slides down the frosted glass pane blurries the outside world, here the sight infront was exactly doing the same
to him.

It was mirroring the faded blurred lines of his own emotional haze, cascading and streaking down
his conjectured mind and clouding
his rational side, making it extremely difficult for him to distinguish between what was real and what was merely an illusion of his own breached state.

The pain both physical and emotional was perfectly blending in together turning into a suffocating knot which was threatening to unravel him completely, yet with every descending steps he tried to keep a reign on himself holding and exhibiting a facade of composure unwilling to expose the deep wounds that laid beneath them.