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The Other Wife [a Laapataa Ladies fanfic]

Two newlyweds find themselves inadvertently separated from their husbands moments after their respective weddings. ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ, "ʟᴀᴀᴘᴀᴛᴀᴀ ʟᴀᴅɪᴇꜱ"

indig0jesse · Urban
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19 Chs

Fellow Sufferers

Jaya's eyes fluttered open to the harsh and annoying glare of late morning sunlight streaming through the room's solitary window. Blinking against the bright intrusion, she surveyed her surroundings with a jolt of disorientation before the previous day's tumultuous events came flooding back.The other side of the narrow bed lay undisturbed and empty - Poonam had evidently risen and carried on with her duties long ago. A pang of relief mingled with Jaya's returning trepidation. At least for a little while longer, she could avoid her coolly inscrutable sister-in-law's probing looks and unvoiced suspicions.Throwing back the thin sheets, Jaya swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, threading her fingers through her disheveled tresses. She could hear the muffled clinking and scraping sounds emanating from the compound outside - no doubt Deepak diligently attending to his chores in caring for his father's cycle.A leaden weight of guilt settled into the pit of Jaya's stomach as her mind turned towards the distraught young man. After the torment she had inadvertently inflicted by compounding his separation from poor Phool, he still carried on obediently fulfilling his duties to the household. The injustice of his plight gnawed at her conscience.There would be time to dwell on such philosophical plagues later, Jaya mentally chastised herself. For now, more pragmatic concerns required her focus and decisiveness. Doing her best to move quietly and avoid drawing any premature attention, she rose and retrieved her modest bundle of belongings from the room's corner.Nimble fingers swiftly rummaged through the satchel's contents until they closed around the smooth curvature of polished wood and lacquered metal. Extracting the pilfered jewellery box, Jaya shot a furtive glance towards the open window, appraising the potential routes of escape presenting themselves.Her heart twinged with a fresh stab of remorse as she recalled the pains undertaken to filch this valuable keepsake in the first place. At the time, the act had been one of pure desperation and self-preservation - just another in a long litany of such deceptions required to evade Pradeep's escalating brutalities.But now, in the harsh light of day, it felt more akin to a betrayal. An abuse of the fragile trust Deepak had begun extending towards her in the aftermath of that terrible incident on the train platform. Unconsciously, Jaya bit down on her lower lip, worrying at the soft flesh as her mind weighed the next precarious steps lying before her.The dull, repetitive clinking of tools from the compound ceased abruptly, replaced by the groan of a strained engine turning over. Deepak must be preparing for another futile journey scouring the town's stations and platforms in search of his lost bride.Jaya's grip tightened fractionally around the stolen box, resolve hardening like cast metal within her breast. For better or worse, fate had bound her path to Deepak's in ways she could scarcely yet comprehend. And in that moment, she vowed to do whatever was required to shield him from further unnecessary pain and misery.Tucking the purloined treasure securely back into her satchel, she straightened her spine and turned towards the room's entrance. It was time to seek out Poonam and set the next, daunting phase of this bewildering undertaking into motion.Propriety and pretense had taken her as far as they could. Now, Jaya would need to find the strength to meet her self-created circumstances head-on with the naked truth. If she could weather that storm, perhaps some path might yet reveal itself - one leading away from the darkness clouding both her own life and Deepak's, and into the light of a future neither could presently conceive.The notion was little more than a desperate fancy, a mere fantasia sustaining her in that moment. But just then, it would have to serve as tether enough to bolster Jaya's resolve. With a steadying inhalation, she swept from the room, all vulnerabilities tucked away as immutably as the treasures concealed within her modest bundle of worldly possessions.The creaking groan of the rusty cycle filled the courtyard as Deepak prepared to set off once more on his solitary mission. He had just swung one leg over the worn leather seat when his father's gruff bellow halted him mid-motion."And just where do you think you're going this time, eh Deepu?" Bholaram's gravelly tones brooked no disobedience as the imposing figure emerged from the shadows of the verandah.Deepak straightened, squaring his shoulders almost instinctively before his father's domineering presence. "To the police station, Bauji. I...I must file a report about Phool's disappearance. See if they have seen her or can offer any counsel on locating her."The slightest flicker of...something...passed across Bholaram's craggy features before he gave a brusque nod of assent. "A prudent course. But first..."Thick, calloused fingers reached forth, snagging Deepak's slender wrist and wrenching his arm upwards with surprising force. The elderly man's beady eyes raked over the plain steel wristwatch adorning his son's forearm."Remove this," he commanded, giving Deepak's arm an impatient shake. "And any other jewellery or valuables you might have on your person."A confused crease knitted Deepak's brow. "But Bauji, I-"The obstinate protest withered on his tongue as Bholaram pinned him with a quelling look. "Do as I say, boy. Those bloodsuckers at the precinct will smell even the faintest whiff of wealth on you. We can ill afford any more...unpleasantness at their grasping, greedy hands."The implication remained unspoken, but it hovered in the air as palpably as the dust motes dancing in the hazy sunbeams. Deepak's jaw clenched, but he offered no further protests as he slipped off the humble timepiece, along with the few paltry adornments clinging to his wrists and fingers.As his father relieved him of the meager treasures, Deepak felt a pang pierce his heart - a memory of those few, precious hours during their journey. Phool had been so radiantly joyous, positively glowing with the pride of a new bride as she modeled each piece of resplendent jewellery lovingly bestowed upon her.He could still hear the tenderness in his own voice as he had gently urged her to relinquish those beautiful trappings as they left her family's home. How it had stung to see the briefest flicker of confusion and hurt clouding her expressive eyes at that request.A swirl of renewed regret and shame threatened to unbalance Deepak as his mind dwelled on those cherished moments. Would this latest, lamentable lapse in protection and foresight for his wife's wellbeing ultimately doom him to never experience such blissful marital joys again?The distant clang of Bholaram's sandals on the packed earth jolted Deepak from his tortured reverie. Lifting his gaze, he found his father's imposing silhouette retreating towards the front gate, offering no further acknowledgement."I go to perform the morning prayers for our family's well-being," the patriarch threw over his shoulder by way of curt explanation. "Do not delay with those incompetent fools on the police force."With that final barb, Bholaram disappeared through the archway, leaving Deepak alone with his tumultuous yearnings and recriminations. Heaving out a shuddering exhalation, he at last turned toward the cycle, body tensed to throw his weight over the sagging frame.A movement in his peripheral vision stopped Deepak's motion before it could fully happen. Jaya was hurrying along the rear veranda, her small form covered by the folds of her modest sari. For a brief moment, Deepak wondered if he had imagined the other woman's presence entirely.But the instincts that had been dormant during the hazy trauma of recent events spurred him into action. "Pushpa?" he called out tentatively.The slender figure immediately stopped mid-stride, her back stiffening straight. For a long breath, Deepak wondered if she might run away, increasing the urgency he was already feeling. But then Jaya turned slowly to face him, shoulders hunched inward and chin tucked down.Relief mixed with uncertainty as Deepak looked at her posture - partly timid shyness and partly wary defiance. Clearing his throat, he tried to keep his tone neutral and composed."I am going to the local police station to...make a report," he began carefully. Though her downcast eyes avoided his gaze directly, Jaya's mouth tightened slightly at his delicately phrased reference. "If you would want to come with me..."The offer trailed off as Jaya gave the smallest shake of her head, sending her hennaed tresses swaying ever so slightly. Deepak felt his own shoulders slump slightly at the rebuff, though he could not quite place the wellspring for his disappointed dejection.Nodding slowly to cover the pregnant pause, he indicated the worn cycle once more. "Very well then. I won't be long with my...inquiries. But perhaps on my return-"Again, Jaya cut him off with the same, diminutive negation, the shake of her head growing slightly more insistent now.The weight of Deepak's remorse descended upon the both of them like a heavy shroud. Jaya found herself transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away as he began pouring out his regrets in a torrent of raw emotion."Please, allow me to offer my deepest apologies," he implored, anguish rendering his voice unsteady. "Mistaking you for Phool last night and separating you from your husband - it was an unforgivable lapse on my part."His eyes, those soulful pools of sorrow, finally met Jaya's own. In their haunted depths, she bore witness to the toll this ceaseless turmoil had already exacted upon him. An inexplicable ache blossomed in her chest at the sight of such profound torment etched on his features.Jaya felt an urge to reach out and comfort Deepak in his trembling state. She wanted to embrace him tightly. To whisper that this catastrophe stemmed from her own mistakes - no, more so from her own deceptions. That the very injustice he lamented facilitating was one she had purposefully orchestrated, though the collateral damage was unintended.Deepak continued speaking, his words becoming fragmented due to his turbulent emotions. "You should not be subjected to this madness when it is not your fault. It shames me to have disrupted your marital peace so thoughtlessly." He exhaled tremulously, and Jaya watched as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her own throat constricted, feeling the rawness of his suffering deeply.When he vowed to personally escort "Pushpa" back to her husband once this storm had passed, Jaya felt something break inside her. This selfless, tormented soul was clinging to even the most tenuous hope in order to persevere against the overwhelming challenges threatening him.Jaya longed to surge forward and wrap her arms around him in that moment! To draw them both into an endless embrace, shielding their shared anguish from the raging storms whipping around them.Jaya's fingers curled inward, nails digging into her palms as she fought against the urges roaring through her. She could almost taste the words on her tongue, begging to be released - the truth of her identity, her own culpability in these escalating tragedies.To open up completely and invite Deepak to see her inner struggles and difficulties. Only then, perhaps, could they find strength as fellow sufferers against this challenging situation.The prospect both scared and attracted her equally. But in the end, pragmatism and survival instincts prevailed. Jaya remained still and withdrawn as Deepak studied her a moment more before turning away with reluctance.She watched with pained eyes as he walked towards the waiting bicycle, his posture showing resignation that affected her deeply. Only after he was out of view did Jaya finally allow her mask to drop.Turning unsteadily, she leaned her forehead against the stucco wall, struggling to breathe evenly. She massaged her aching temples while Deepak's lingering troubles rang loudly in her mind. What challenging situation had she brought to this broken place with her hasty lies merely intending to help an innocent? It should not have started such a spiraling cycle, each new event more baffling than the last.Yet here she floundered, adrift amid the wreckage of compounded tragedies and deceptions. Jaya clung to the solid wall, hoping its modest anchor would suffice to keep her from being completely overwhelmed.For she had witnessed firsthand the merciless toll such troubled waters could take, eroding all moorings and wearing away at one's very essence until even the most steadfast of foundations became little more than faded remnants.As she watched the departing ripples trailing behind Deepak, Jaya feared with sobering certainty that they were both ill-prepared to withstand being equally divested of their humanity when this oncoming tide reached its peak.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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