Karan
I walk out of the room and slam the door on her face. I mean the same what I told her. It's impossible for me to get back to her, in fact to anyone. She'll have to understand that I'm not the kind of person who will be compromising his whole life for the sake of family and society. I reach downstairs. We still have a bunch of relatives at my place that I can hardly find the door.
"Karan!", dad stops me when I cross the hall. "Where are you going?"
"Office, dad", I tell him.
"Office!", mom exclaims as she joins dad for tea. "You're going to the office today?"
"Yes, mom. It's urgent", I tell her.
"But you had taken a leave of 7 days, no?", dad asks.
"It's something urgent. I need to attend", I lie. I don't want to be around Divya. I'm trying my best to find ways so that she doesn't hamper my mind.
"What can be more urgent than your wedding?", mom rudely asks me.
"But the wedding is over, no?", I am sounding stupid to utter this but I could only think of this excuse.
"Are you in senses, Karan? What kind of behaviour is this? Think about Divya at least. How will she feel? It's the first day of her marriage. And you're leaving?", mom continues to yell at me. I wish I could tell her the truth and I badly want to tell them I can't stay in this marriage. However, it's not the right time to discuss when half of my relatives are here.
"Mom, I…", I can't complete before that someone interrupts me.
"Let him go, maa", Divya's voice hit my ears as I look at her. She has worn the golden saree with matching simple jewellery and light make up.
"What are you saying?", Dad finally speaks.
"I don't have any problem with it", she looks at me and smiles. "Work is important and I'm here now. For whole life", she glances at me. Whole life? Here I'm planning for a divorce and she is planning about whole life. Well, it'll hurt her expectations. Nothing else. I glare at her and look away.
"Fine. If she has no problem, we can't oppose. But make sure you come home early", mom tells me.
"Sure, mom", I gaze at her for a few seconds and leave for the office.
Office
When I enter the office everyone looks at me so weirdly as if they have witnessed an alien. I keep walking towards my desk as I hear a few of them congratulating me. I just shake my head.
"Karan? You've come today?", Danny snaps from his desk as I pass him.
"Weren't you on leave?", Seema exclaims.
"Come on, guys. Focus on your work. Not on him", Parthiv shuts them off and comes to my desk. We work together in the office also.
I pull out my files and turn pages, confused about what I should do.
"Pissed?", Parthiv asks, sitting in front of me.
"A lot", I rub my forehead.
"I was shocked too. I can understand what your reaction would be", he sighs.
"Terrible", I shrug.
"What about Divya? How's she doing?", he asks. He is the only one in my office who knew about me and Divya as we were in the same college.
"She is fucking good. But I am not. Can you believe she knew that she was getting married to me?", I blurt out.
"That's not shocking. Everyone knows whom they are gonna get married to unless the person is you", he taunts me. "How can you be so stupid? Why didn't you try to know anything?"
"I never imagined it would be her. And you know I had no interest left"
"But now it's causing shit in your life", he tells me.
"I know. That's why I offered her for divorce but she is completely in the opposite direction. She wants to work on this marriage but I know this marriage can never work", I vent my frustration.
"How can you be so sure that this marriage won't work?", he raises his eyebrows.
"Because she is my ex", I can only answer this.
"This is not a reason", he throws me a blank look.
"For me, it's a big reason", I scoff, dumping those files aside.
"I know you are depressed because of back to back shocks. But you need to overcome it", he stands up and pats my back. I can only shake my head this moment.
"Anyway, I have a lot of work to do. See you later", he leaves.
I had no work pending since I had completed everything two daya back before taking the leave. I idly sit on my chair and close my eyes.
Flashback
After Divya's approval for friendship, it had been easy for me to contact her any time without any urgent work. That night, I was stalking her account. She was in my friend list for one year but I never paid much attention to her. Her account barely had ten pics of hers. Every pic was sweet, simple and modest. There were many common things in every picture; she had worn her thick-framed spectacles, breading her hairs tightly, wearing long Kurti with palazzo or denim jeans with colourful stoles. She hardly got 5-6 reacts on her every picture. Maybe she hadn't added unknown people in her friend list. After hesitating for a long time, I finally managed to send her a message.
On Chat
I: Hi, Divya.
Her active status wasn't visible. I waited for a few minutes and regretted messaging her when no single message hit my inbox. I was about to close it. Right then.
She: Hey, Karan.
I smiled at the screen and immediately typed back.
I: what's up? h8 ur dinner?
She: Sorry! I didn't get you.
I: I asked if you had your dinner.
She: oh! Yeah, just now.
I: g8
I typed, thinking about what I should say next.
She: Why are you so obsessed with short forms?
Her message popped on the screen as I got relaxed. Now, this was some topic which could last longer. At least, I wouldn't need to create a topic.
I: I'm used to it. Habit!
She: Very bad habit. You should change it. If you don't change it right now, it'll cause you trouble.
I: How?
She: After graduation, you'll be applying for jobs. If you keep typing like this, you won't be able to type anything formal for work.
I: I have a lot of time for that.
She: Lot of time? You're so immature, Karan.
I: and why is that?
She: For you, there's a lot of time. But there is not! Man can never have a lot of time.
I: I understood, our lady saint.
She sent me some laughing emojis.
She: Anyway, why did you message me?
I: Can't I message you without a purpose? Did you forget we are friends now and friends never need a purpose to talk?
She: haha. I know. But it's too late. I am going to sleep.
I: isn't it so soon? I mean classes start at 10.
She: No. I need to wake up early as travelling by bus eats up a lot of time on the road.
I: you don't need to worry about that. Should I pick you?
I got no reply from her, though she had seen it.
I: what happened? Tell me.
She: You will pick me?
I: Why not? Our homes are on the same route.
She: But still it's not needed.
I: Divya, I insist, please.
She: ok fine.
I was on clouds after hearing this. She could never resist me.
I: then I'll pick you at 9:30.
She: Sure, Goodnight.
I: Goodnight.
Chat closed.
I was excited for the next day. Finally, I had gotten the first bike date of my college life. And also I could realize that she is very easy to pacify. I wished I could impress her too and make my girlfriend soon. I dozed off thinking about the next day.
Flashback ends
Now At the age of 25, I'm realizing what a big fool I was. Dating, girls, relationships were everything to me. But these 3 things have made my life hell now.
I open my eyes and distract myself from the thoughts of Divya. If I want to stay away from her thoughts, I will need to work.
The office room starts being empty as all the employees were leaving for home one by one. But I am not in a mood to go home today.
"Hey, Karan. Aren't you going?", Ivan asks me, cleaning his desk.
"I'll be going. I have some work left so…", I mumble.
"What bro! After a day of own wedding? Go home. Do that tomorrow. Your wife must be waiting", he leaves after telling me all this. But fuck! I don't give damn to her. She is very excited to be my wife, right? now let her wait like a sweet wife, I shrug into my mind.
KaranI had gotten more than 20 calls from mom. She was asking me to come back soon as everyone had their dinner but Divya is waiting for me. I didn't show any interest. In fact, I don't care if she's eating or not. I haven't told her to starve. Moreover, why can't Indian women have their dinner without their husbands? Is it because they actually care for their husbands or just to abide by a rule?Well, whatever it is I'm not gonna get trapped by her. If she's thinking by doing all this she can change my decision then it's completely her misconception and I can't help it.I look at the clock. It's near 10 pm. I guess now I can move to home. I'm feeling very exhausted and I badly need to sleep. But before that, I should have my dinner somewhere. I'm not gonna eat with her alone. It will freak me out.
KaranFlashback continuesThe sun shone brighter in summer days. Her face shimmered as the sun rays hit her skin. She had flawless golden skin which looked more attractive in sunshine. We walked inside the building and reached our classroom. "Hey, Karan! What a surprise!", Mitali reacted as she found me early in the class. "Trying to be early", I grinned, looking at Divya who sat on the same seat like every day. She opened her book and turned pages, lifting her spectacle from her nose bone with her index finger. I realized I was noticing her more carefully from yesterday.There's a fact that when you target someone to impress you automatically start noticing them more.
Karan "Divya, it's not the time to discuss all this", I finish wrapping the bandage and sigh. "Then when are we going to talk?", she wipes her tears and looks at me. Her eyes immediately get ruddy because of crying. "There's nothing to talk about. I'm just not ready to accept this marriage", driving my eyes away I push the plate towards her. "Finish your dinner now" "Then I'm ready to give us some time", she urges, looking at me, ignoring my last sentence. I don't look at her anymore since I know I know if I see her crying and suffering like this, I'll feel more guilty. "Say something", she touches my cheek. Her soft warm palm feels so cosy at this time when I'm exhausted. I wanted to tell her t
KaranI feel something heavy on my heart as I recall Meera. Neither I know where she is now nor I know why she left me like this. It's been 6 months she didn't show up. I tried to find her in almost every possible places. But she was gone. I had imagined my whole life with her. A guy like me completely changed himself only for her. I became serious in studies and my career just to secure the future with her. I never knew she would ditch me like this. I had never expected this from the girl I loved the most in the world.I'm not sure when I started crying. As soon as a teardrop falls on my hand I realize that I was weeping. This happens almost every night. I dream of her and wake up with her voice. I can't sleep the whole night, thinking about her. Though nowadays I'm handling myself well, this marriage again cracked me up. When I was struggling to get over my recent
KaranShe tightens her grip around my torso. I can sense her calming down. She has stopped sobbing, resting herself in my arms as if she waited for this for a long time. Somewhere in mind, I also felt better after permitting her to come close to me. I wonder if it's the allowance for moving into a new life with her or just sympathy for her which I felt after witnessing her crying like this. "I love you, Karan", she moans into my arms, clasping my t-shirt tightly. I wish I could say that back to her. Every girl deserves to hear those three magical words from her husband. Yet, we don't count among those couples. "It's too late, let's go to bed", I suggest her, lightly caressing her hairs. Her hairs feel smoother and silkier than before.
KaranIt has been 2 hours Divya left for her aunt's home. Mom said she will be back in two days. My leave will also end after 2 days. I have no other work except for sitting idle at home and watching a new web series. However, I'm not feeling like watching one.I'm strolling at our garden as it was feeling cold inside the room. Winter is almost here. I'm enjoying the light sun rays which are warming me at the same time reminding me of the golden complexion of Divya. It seems so weird that I'm thinking about her continuously for the last four days. No matter how much negative or positive my thoughts are, she is always there.Meanwhile, my chain of thoughts breaks with a call. I pick out my cellphone from my pocket and receive it.
Karan "Heck! What the heck are you doing here?", I blurt out in anger as soon as I discovered Divya in bridal attire. I can't believe that she is sitting on my bed in red bridal attire. Moreover, she is my wife. Is this happening to me? Nothing can't be worse than this that I'm married to her. I walked away from the bed, frustration clearly visible on my face. "What do you mean by that, Karan? I'm your wife. Am I not supposed be in your room?", she spits, sitting on the bed. My blood boils in anger, hearing her nonsense. "Just shut up", I scream. "Don't act like you didn't know anything?" "Karan, please don't yell like this. There's everyone around here", she says. "Let them hear. Let them hear that I was tricked. I was cheated on", I shrug, throwing my hands on the air.&nbs
KaranHer eyes moved from my eyes to my hand. She hesitated to shake hands with me. Divya was one of those girls in our college who was naive, shy and decent, every quality I wanted in a girl. Though most of my girlfriends were fucking bitches, that time I wanted to date someone for whom I would be the first guy she would fall in love with. I didn't wait long to offer her for friendship. "Yes or no?", I asked her as she was taking time to shake hands. "I'm already your friend, no?", she mumbled. "I don't wanna be a formal friend", I told her. "Now what's a formal friend?", she rolled her eyes. Some of her behaviours used to piss me off. I wondered how a girl could be so dumb. She thought we were friends. "This is called a formal friend
KaranIt has been 2 hours Divya left for her aunt's home. Mom said she will be back in two days. My leave will also end after 2 days. I have no other work except for sitting idle at home and watching a new web series. However, I'm not feeling like watching one.I'm strolling at our garden as it was feeling cold inside the room. Winter is almost here. I'm enjoying the light sun rays which are warming me at the same time reminding me of the golden complexion of Divya. It seems so weird that I'm thinking about her continuously for the last four days. No matter how much negative or positive my thoughts are, she is always there.Meanwhile, my chain of thoughts breaks with a call. I pick out my cellphone from my pocket and receive it.
KaranShe tightens her grip around my torso. I can sense her calming down. She has stopped sobbing, resting herself in my arms as if she waited for this for a long time. Somewhere in mind, I also felt better after permitting her to come close to me. I wonder if it's the allowance for moving into a new life with her or just sympathy for her which I felt after witnessing her crying like this. "I love you, Karan", she moans into my arms, clasping my t-shirt tightly. I wish I could say that back to her. Every girl deserves to hear those three magical words from her husband. Yet, we don't count among those couples. "It's too late, let's go to bed", I suggest her, lightly caressing her hairs. Her hairs feel smoother and silkier than before.
KaranI feel something heavy on my heart as I recall Meera. Neither I know where she is now nor I know why she left me like this. It's been 6 months she didn't show up. I tried to find her in almost every possible places. But she was gone. I had imagined my whole life with her. A guy like me completely changed himself only for her. I became serious in studies and my career just to secure the future with her. I never knew she would ditch me like this. I had never expected this from the girl I loved the most in the world.I'm not sure when I started crying. As soon as a teardrop falls on my hand I realize that I was weeping. This happens almost every night. I dream of her and wake up with her voice. I can't sleep the whole night, thinking about her. Though nowadays I'm handling myself well, this marriage again cracked me up. When I was struggling to get over my recent
Karan "Divya, it's not the time to discuss all this", I finish wrapping the bandage and sigh. "Then when are we going to talk?", she wipes her tears and looks at me. Her eyes immediately get ruddy because of crying. "There's nothing to talk about. I'm just not ready to accept this marriage", driving my eyes away I push the plate towards her. "Finish your dinner now" "Then I'm ready to give us some time", she urges, looking at me, ignoring my last sentence. I don't look at her anymore since I know I know if I see her crying and suffering like this, I'll feel more guilty. "Say something", she touches my cheek. Her soft warm palm feels so cosy at this time when I'm exhausted. I wanted to tell her t
KaranFlashback continuesThe sun shone brighter in summer days. Her face shimmered as the sun rays hit her skin. She had flawless golden skin which looked more attractive in sunshine. We walked inside the building and reached our classroom. "Hey, Karan! What a surprise!", Mitali reacted as she found me early in the class. "Trying to be early", I grinned, looking at Divya who sat on the same seat like every day. She opened her book and turned pages, lifting her spectacle from her nose bone with her index finger. I realized I was noticing her more carefully from yesterday.There's a fact that when you target someone to impress you automatically start noticing them more.
KaranI had gotten more than 20 calls from mom. She was asking me to come back soon as everyone had their dinner but Divya is waiting for me. I didn't show any interest. In fact, I don't care if she's eating or not. I haven't told her to starve. Moreover, why can't Indian women have their dinner without their husbands? Is it because they actually care for their husbands or just to abide by a rule?Well, whatever it is I'm not gonna get trapped by her. If she's thinking by doing all this she can change my decision then it's completely her misconception and I can't help it.I look at the clock. It's near 10 pm. I guess now I can move to home. I'm feeling very exhausted and I badly need to sleep. But before that, I should have my dinner somewhere. I'm not gonna eat with her alone. It will freak me out.
KaranI walk out of the room and slam the door on her face. I mean the same what I told her. It's impossible for me to get back to her, in fact to anyone. She'll have to understand that I'm not the kind of person who will be compromising his whole life for the sake of family and society. I reach downstairs. We still have a bunch of relatives at my place that I can hardly find the door. "Karan!", dad stops me when I cross the hall. "Where are you going?" "Office, dad", I tell him. "Office!", mom exclaims as she joins dad for tea. "You're going to the office today?" "Yes, mom. It's urgent", I tell her. "But you had taken a leave of 7 days, no?", dad asks. "It's something urgent. I need to attend", I lie. I don't want to b
KaranEarly in the morning, the alarm clock rings. I struggle to open my eyes and rub my hands against them. Moving my hand forward I turn it off, half opening my eyes. I feel something on my body and immediately look behind, discovering Divya as she is hugging me from behind. I try to move her, part her away from me but my subconscious isn't ready to do that. How can a man on the earth resist a woman from being close to him? Her grip is tight enough, I can't drive her away as it can wake her up. Instead of doing that, I stare at her. Despite washing her face last night, her face has light spots of makeup which unnaturally looks good. My eyes move to her hand which was around my torso.I hear a tap on the door and come out of my thoughts. "Karan!", my mom knocks at the door. Divya moves a bit as the knock wakes her
KaranHer eyes moved from my eyes to my hand. She hesitated to shake hands with me. Divya was one of those girls in our college who was naive, shy and decent, every quality I wanted in a girl. Though most of my girlfriends were fucking bitches, that time I wanted to date someone for whom I would be the first guy she would fall in love with. I didn't wait long to offer her for friendship. "Yes or no?", I asked her as she was taking time to shake hands. "I'm already your friend, no?", she mumbled. "I don't wanna be a formal friend", I told her. "Now what's a formal friend?", she rolled her eyes. Some of her behaviours used to piss me off. I wondered how a girl could be so dumb. She thought we were friends. "This is called a formal friend