14 Chapter 14- Wheel of Fortune

Chapter-14 wheel of fortune

Reema woke up while I was surfing through some magazines.

'That's a March Edition, dumbo, she said rubbing her eyes. We both laughed for a while which was followed by a minute of complete silence.

' I assume you know what's in the leather bag.' She said with a subtle tone in her voice.

' is he sure, about the divorce' I asked sounding dumb, in my mind obviously I knew he always wanted it, Reema seemed so happy about Tarun's return that I could not ruin it for her and moreover didn't she deserve a pinch of happiness , men break hearts they say, and the one who was most broken was the girl whose lover left her in her childhood for money, work and grounds. Her father sacrificed himself for his country and her husband left her while she had been expecting her first born. Life seemed inequitable. I was in no state to console her and make her feel better. Was she really going to live her life this way? In a peak prejudiced state? My inner consciousness questioned myself.

'Don't think too much Nischit!' she said

'you aren't going to place your signature? Are you?'

'Do I have a choice?' she remarked.

Silence gushed in once again.

' He wanted to terminate my pregnancy, since I refused, it all came down to this, I suppose' she said.

' What a fucking scumbag he was! How could a man do this? After you've taken your marriage vows , you leave your wife pregnant, weak, all alone and then show up one fine day and hand a bunch of divorce papers?' I yelled, louder than usual.

I saw Reema weeping, slow and steady. The tears you know, they weren't of grief, they more of represented Reema's obsolete hopes, her wishes, her insecurities, the decisions she took , the choices she made. Her life had been like the waterfall where you don't witness a rainbow, the full moon when its dark , the garden full of bushes , where flowers never bloomed , or rather failed to do so, I walked up to her and slowly kissed her forehead. It proved to be more than a stanza of consolations. I really hoped that she could have what she wanted , everything that she wanted.

It had been raining. We had our lunch and then Reema said that she wasn't feeling at ease so she'd take a nap ,probably , I went to my room and started my job.

It was around nine thirty that I heard a peculiar yet familiar knock on my door, it continued thrice until I let her in.

She had the papers in her hand and looked unattentively low, which made sense I guess.

'So what did you decide?' I asked.

' I really don't know Nischit, its not that easy and achievable, just emphasize and you'll definitely come across your answers.' She seemed pissed off for obvious reasons, I wish I could tell her what I felt, but I did not, maybe because I was unsure of my own feelings and partly because she was in a vague, volatile, crestfallen state. These feelings that I had stored in myself for the past few months , and my childhood. I had always wanted to speak up about them, but situations obviously made things worse. I tried to suppress them deep within , in a crate that would be buried deep , but feelings are not meant to be suppressed , you cant dominate over them, they that take over you, and eventually ruin or rescue you, and the feeling which I had been carrying was love, alure, genuine desires to live the rest of my life in a prefect and a moony way, and the fact that Tarun wanted to bust-up their relationship, showed me radiant , contrasting waves of hope, maybe I was being selfish to some point, but eventually it would bring forth joy, laughter , Reema could be herself , gay, shining like the seven bright colors of the rainbow, a few of them fading into the brink where the waterfall starts, and sunshine bursting through the colors proving its dominance. She would not have to live miserably and in utter agony.

I asked her about her decision to sign them , once again.

' I will' she spoke up.