sorry for grammar and spelling mistake
thank u sooooo much for ur support :-)
A/N : No editing ample of spelling and grammar error... Sorry
But guys I need at least 35+ review...
Ohk! I'm late par abhi thoda sa time baki hai yr sunday khatam hone mein...Accept my apology and read the chapter and please give ur valuable feedback :-) tata Bye!
Happy Reading :-)
Jab mila shikwa apnon se to khaamoshi hi bhali,
Ab har baat par jung ho yeh jaruri to nahin!
AT NIGHT
Abhijeet, stirred from his sleep, well! it was sweet slumber he had after a terrible headache!. (murmures) "Oh! Thank god! Now I'm relax..."
He adjust his vision a bit, his eyes fall on clock it was 8'O' clock Pm, his eyes popped out "Baba re... I slept for this much hours... "
Suddenly he look for his Phone... He fund it with a chit, "Herr's ur phone... I took it so that u can sleep peacefully, "
He smiled he can easily guess who is the wellwisher, his brother knows him very well he is damn sure He had put the phone and chit a few minutes ago He looks at his phone an unseen message was from his beloved wife.
Message "Busy!"
He look the deliver timming oh it was two hours ago.. He decided to answer Typing"Hm.. No Was sleeping... Hm... U busy!?" he tapped on send.
His phone ringed, in few seconds "Tarika Jii... calling..."
(on call)
He smiled like teenage Nibba... "Hello!"
"Are u fine... "
He frown, on her question "Na hi na Hello direct, Are u fine... "
"Becasue I know My Darling na... how much caring he's for his health" she utters in pure sarcasm.
His ear's turn pink after listening 'Darling' from his wife, "Tarika u"
"Oh! Hubby Stop blushing " She laughed
His again popped "Blus.. blush Na no... I'm not"
"Shuttering, means My Darling blushing for sure! aw!."
He made a face "Bye!"
"Oh! acha sorry... Yaar what should I do... Shimla whether.. just making Me insane"She said,
He smiled, on her words god surely blessed him with a total unique piece. She turn into concern wifey mode "Acha... Jokes apart! Tell are u fine and dare u lie" She warned him with full athourity.
His heart swell up with a thought that She's his and will alaways remain his "Nothing much... head ache just.. and to be more precised bad one... But Daya gave me massage I don't know when i slept "
"Ohk!... abhijeet the head ache was kind attack because of sudden cut off from addiction"
"No... nhi"
"I'm a Doctor Abhijeet... Hope U remember this fact" Tarika said in silent stern tone.
"Tarika Mein...I'm trying"
"Listen to me... don't push ur self too hard Abhijeet u can.. u can take one if u feel ur anxiety raising drasticlly " She said in a simple tone.
"No i will try"
"Oh shut up will u, U Mad man... Yeh sab yeh Bekaar adaat lagne se phele sochna tha Idiot!... If u will stop ur not so uselful addiction in a Day... Mind it, you will defiantly gonna have a panic attack or a migraine issue and Sleeping disorder to you dumb you just told me that u had a bad headache. I so wanna smash ur head somewhere U idiot!" She shouted at him, like a strict teacher.
He was taken back by her sudden outburust, He was smilling like fool why... after so many year someone was showing right on him... someone was caring him like mad her words were evident of her selfless care and love.
"I'm fine now tarika"
She realised her tone, "Hm, Takecare of ur self abhijeet... Please"
"I like when u shout like minace on me Mrs. rathore... stop sulking"
"Really Darling" Here come the flitry tarika back.
He shooked his head like she's a gone case... "Hm"
"acha bye.. Mumma bula rhi "
"Bye..hm.. Tarika" He said in little hesitate tone
She gave him space to open "Haan... abhijeet"
"Hm.. woh"
"Haan I'm listing"
"I'm... I'm Missing u tarika Come back soon"
"only 2 days.. Abhijeet.. Jut 2 days"
"Bye"
"Bye"
(call ends)
He smiled, looking at his phone in his life the god was so unfair to him. He had snatched his father at that tender age mother hater was salt on his deep wounds his illness, his loneliness every damn thing was just a curse for him till now but! Tarika was a glimmer in his dark life he admits whenever he utters his lady's, name it gave him similar comfort as if he had chanted some payer.
Inhaling a deep breath, He descended to the hall emptiness in the mansion was the last thing he wanted such silence always afraid him, Because after his father died and before phuja Ji, and his family arrived to live in the mansion This giant house uses to be silent like some graveyard.
He found, his mother sitting in garden looking nowhere... he cringed his eyes... as whenever she sits alone only thing she do was morons over her fate.. and gave herself pain remembering past. He inhales deep breath look around didn't find anyone.
"Yeh! Daya kha gaya... ab maa Ko distract kaise karu!" He thought... finding no way he himself dicised to go and make some moves so that his mother could come over to her past trail.
AT GARDEN
He sees his mother lost self gasps a deep breath He's not in any mood of getting involved in any bitter talk or allegation only thing he wants is to distract her from her odd and old memories which she's reviewing like a pro.
He went near the rested on opposite chair present their, observing someones other presence she stops her trace her eyes fall on her mature son with the soft look she stares him, aware of her graze still he didn't up to his head from his phone.
She was shame on her deed but her heart was aching to talk with her son... She called him with all the love "Abhijeet..."
The call was so! so! serene that one could not ignored it, So abhijeet he spranged his head like a toddler who didn't world but his mother waormth call and stare was very! very know to him.
Well! words didn't came out from his mouth as its being years when her mother called him in this tone, the innocence and disblief in his eyes... broke her heart in zillions.
She managed to say "Udhar Dhoop hai... drag ur chair here in shade " She show the space just beside her. He denied "No its ok... I'm waiting for a call just... Andar signal problem ho rha hai so u know na... kabhi-kabhi signal problem ho jata hai ghar mein"
She nodded her head the extra large explanation from a well! known sharp detective officer that too, to his mother...told her that how much and big signal issue her son must be facing (note the sarcasm!)
She couldn't help but smiled on his innocence, Here, she was pulling her hair out that how to get his son back... and, her sons single sentence told her that he never went so far that she couldn't get him back.. He never went so far... all she had to do is that has to break those high walls which he had cemented in years.
After fridgeting with herself, She opted to confront directly as the only thing she had noticed Abhijeet forget is to vocablarize himself, utters "Abhijeet"
Again, he only looked at her, as if pleading her not invade his dark teritory... She holds his hand in firm grip, with her single hand meanwhile from other she placed on his head in a lovely manner called "Abhiii"
He closed his eyes, cluchted his teeth togather to surpressed his emotion, He really wanna enclose her warmth which he's getting after years, Again she called him "Abhiii look at me bacha!"
his graze remain low, he tried to get back his hand but the hold was firm yet strong "Ab, dekhoge bhi nhi Abhi"
He abruptly, stands up from his place, licked his dry lips "Mein call kar ke aaya... excuse me!" stumble a little, but manages well inhaling and exchaling deep irrregular breaths he reached his room.
His pace was witness by two peoples from different direction on his mother who was dieing out of guilt and second his brother who was wishing to take his all pain...
ABHIJEET ROOM
He slams his door, which opens a little Azar due to force. He sat on the bed edge take few long breaths to get back his sense. Are his life and emotions seem like a game to all that whenever and whoever fancied could list themself as a player and start playin' Bloody! No! He had guarded his innocent broken heart. He will not let anyone broke it again, just a BIG NO!
Sensing no aid from his anxiety, he draws the side drawer to the lighter and that poisonous stick, which looks like an antidote to him at this very moment before he could ignite it up, two hands snatched it without even implementing much strength. Abhijeet turns his graze up. He found his brother standing there with hurt filled eyes, "Bhai!"
abhijeet, who was already emotionally weaken at the moment just begs him "Daya! please give me back...aur tu jaha yaha se"
"Bhai!... yeh! kyu?"
"I need it Daya... de de yaar please.. I beg U yaar Please"
Daya glup his sob and said, "If this gives u peace than FINE!" he puts the lighter and cigarettes back in his hand, "Take it!"
The grief of being unable to guard his brother in his odd time, Anger for himself was apparent over his face. Abhijeet could guess his brother defeated state even if he's at a suffering moment. How! could he let his younger brother defeated his hand gelled the smoke packet, lighter collapses on the floor. Daya turns his graze up with an unbearable call from Abhijeet banged in a hug."Daya!"
Daya who was breaked after listining the broken call, give him space to open up... "Bhai"
"Mujh se nhi hoga daya... I'm not a puppet.. I'm not... " he said between his sobs.
Daya who all ways witness a strong, firm and cofident brother... watching him like this was a moment when his crashed and smashed zillion times with every sob of his elder brother.
"Ma, she's showing me care... out of her sympathy " he again start... the smallest gesture made by his mother... was hurting him, because she never make such move to mend before... Only! question revolving around his mind Was... Why suddenly this heart change... just because she got to know about his mesirable condition.
A figure who has watched happening breaks on floor, "I'm not showing sympathy... m not " She left the place... hurriedly not able to engulf the slightest amount of pain her sons has inside him, but she halt mid way when she hears her younger sons shout
"Bhai!"
"Bhai open ur eyes... Bhai!"
She entered found her elder son lingering like a leaf on daya's hand. She horrified "Daya... kya hua... Abhijeet Abhii...Open ur eye.. Abhijeet"
"Mom... Dr. call kijiye please fast... he isn't getting his sense back" he said as he had already sprinkled the water.
Dil agar hai to dard bhi hoga,
Iska shayad koi hal nahin…
Little clarification : Dear, After abhijeet's father death his mother distanced herself from him blaming him this toll him... suffering loneliness and fear as well as grief of the loss father he suffered being at tender age and also seeking escape from his grief he started smoking, initially occasionally latter it extended as per stress toll him... second this in cllg time again those allegation and mothers rude behaviour developed Bulimia... which was get cured by his cllg friend KARAN who was a medical student.
Bulimia : Is a kind of disorder... in which person eat like a foodie until he/she vomit out... out off anxiety or stress sometimes nervousness.(to be precise this condition is not serious at initial stage but as time passes it may cause some serious defects)
One more thing the kind a term regards to leaving any addiction I mentioned in story please don't take it seriously as I'm not a medical student the thing a mention above is just a practical thought...and being more convincing everything is imaginary (writer ke dimag ka khurafat so please spare me yaar)
think wisely if someone come up to u and say I'm addicted what u will say try to leave it slightly cut of the amount u take... or u will say Just go to rehab and rot.
TsT : No, dear quotes are copied... mostly from Gulzar sahab's collection ... all thanks to Google baba :-D Waiting for review dear... Lots of love :-*
Think Positive...Stay Negative ...
DO U PPL LIKED IT ?
RHIA DUBEY