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Continuing from the last part,
When you love a person, you want to share your deepest secrets with him.
On a peaceful night. Even the stars were ready for bed, shimmering in the horizon. Monami curled up like a cat on the sofa. She was resting her head on Karan ’s chest. She said: “Actually, mujhe na jyada ache se yaad nahi hain ki..what happened to dad, or even what he looks like.”
Karan nodded: “That’s the usual memory capacity for a normal person.”
Monami laughed. She beats his chest lightly. Even as a listener, he was serious and ‘technical’.
“Main 7 saal ki thi tb...” she said. Her eyes are looking into a blank space. “Dad ne uss waqt ek murder case par work kar rahe the.. jisme involved ek gang leader bhi tha. Uss gang leader k bahut saare followers the.”
“Ah..” Karan ’s hand played with the hair behind her ears: “Continue.”
“Uss din dad mujhe aur Koel ko nanu aur Nani ma k Ghar laye the.. nanu ka bday tha.. Mom ko uss din jyada kaam tha toh woh work se late aane wali thi...” Her voice was turning coarse. “We were having so much fun. Mujhe yaad hain nanu aur Nani dinner ki preparation kar rahe the kitchen me.... uss samay Koel chhoti thi.. woh thak gyi thi isliye papa ne usse room me Sula diya tha.. aur main aur papa khel rahe the.. tb woh log aaye...”
Monami’s tightened her grip on Karan ’s hand. Karan looked at her with his deep black eyes.
“Woh khud ko 'axe gang' k naam se bulate the kyonki unka choice of weapon axe tha..” Monami let out a breath, “Actually na, woh ladke the jinki age 12 se 20 k beech hi thi.. Incident hote hi woh log phir jald hi bhag gye.. par woh sab pakde gaye.. aur sabne apna time jail me serve kiya.”
After she finished, she kept quiet and leans more into his arms.
And Karan ….
He saw her head digging into his chest. His heart has a burst of warmth and pity for her: Oh… she confides and trusts in him. Her man.
Listening and sharing are important aspects of any relationship, just like physical closeness.
After drafting a response in his mind, he said to Monami: ‘I am glad ki tumne apna past mujhe share kiya.. Actually main iss baare me bahut phle hi janta tha.. But it has a different significance to hear it from you. This means that the love and trust you have for me has reached a deeper level. Of course, I am the same.”
Monami smiled in his arms.
He continued: “You have handled the tragic incident very well. I am very proud of you.”
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She knew his response will be different from the usual “don’t be sad.” Type’s statements. But he is proud of her?
A simple statement, like the most beautiful music notes, has made an impact in her heart.
She paused for a while, then she says: “There’s more.”
Karan raised his brows. He looked at her.
“Main room me nahi thi.. main uss wqt living room me hi thi.. papa k sath hide n seek khel rahi thi.. jab woh aaye tb papa ne mujhe cupboard me band kr diya tha aur uske sofa lga kar cover kr diya tha.. woh mujhe nahi dekh sakte the.. but Maine sb dekha tha.. Unhone bahut high volume par music chalaya tha taki unki awaaz bahar na jaaye.. unhe bhi mere chilane ki rone ki awaaz nahi sunai di thi.. jab phr mujhe.. rescue kiya that time dad was still alive. I held on to him, until he breathed his last breath.”
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Moran - Dare to Love
General FictionA story tells about Monami Mahajan, a soon-to-be graduate, freelanced by Karan Shergill, a young psychologist. But who would have known a short time would turn into 'life-long agreement'... But is every love story is simple... especially, when the...
