X is Xenial – Love is not my need

AtoZ2018

W is Whirlpool – Love is not my need

AtoZ2018

If you missed previous parts read them here: part 1,part 2, part3, Part 4part 5part 6part 7, part 8part 9part10part11part 12part 13part 14,  Part 15, Part 16Part 17part 18Part 19Part 20Part 21part 22, part 23

Rohan

I downed another peg of Glenfiddich yet could not get her thoughts off. It had been two weeks since Ananya had last messaged. It was around the exact time I had last been to office. A pile of letters and files lay in front of me that needed my attention. I got up to place the bottle back to itself when a letter from the pile slipped. It was from Mr. Naveen Raheja himself. I had not spoken to this man since my mother’s death. I built my own company and expanded it to be away from him. He never tried to call me and I never regretted it.  The only thread, which held us together, was Monty.

I picked up the letter and tore the envelope to see its contents. A chain with two rings handing on them slid through. I placed it aside and opened the letter.

“Dear Rohan,

It has been a long time I spoke to you. Your hurt kept you away and my ego was taller than my feelings for you. Nevertheless, that never kept me away from feeling proud at your achievements. When you did walked down the isle of our office I did see the smart and confident man you did become. Today when I look back I know I could have done things better, I could have been by your mother’s side during her illness rather than leave her to fight a lonely battle. But I was fulfilling my dream of creating an empire for my son that I was blinded by my dreams over everything. When I finally achieved it, I realized I had lost the two most important people I was creating this for. I am guilty. It has taken me a lot of courage to write to you. While our distances increased, I never took my eyes off you. You, my son, have made into a good human who knows how to care. You recent visit to Dr. Sridhar is known to me. In fact, I have a copy of all your reports during your bi-yearly visit. My every prayer since I lost your mother has been that you get spared.

Incase you are not, I don’t have much advice to give, other than things I wish I could have changed. I wish I could be with you and I wish I could make you understand my decision of marrying again. I wish I could stop you from pushing Trisha away from your life and I wish I could share the same bond you shared with your mother.

I am sorry…I am so sorry!

Live life, dear son. Don’t spend it dwelling on your diagnosis. Time will move on whether we enjoy life or not. It is the chances, we take to make it beautiful of the time we have at hand.

Forgive me if you can and move on.

Love,

Naveen

I read the letter half a dozen times. Most of which I felt resent and disenchantment but a part of me accepted the fact he spoke of.

Live life, dear son. Don’t spend it dwelling on your diagnosis. Time will move on whether we enjoy life or not. It is the chances, we take to make it beautiful of the time we have at hand.

I was getting my tests done regularly still I never let anyone close to me as I did not want to that person to be left alone like I was after my mother.

What was the choice I had if I got diagnosed and there was a bleak chance that I did remain untouched by the dreaded diseases. For the first time I thought was I even living a life? Yes, I had relationships, sexual, a business I created and a few close friends. That was my world and that’s how I survived.  My heart yearned to be with Ananya and yet I was curbing my feelings in a fear of something which was dangling on a probability.

I read the letter again.

Live life, dear son. Don’t spend it dwelling on your diagnosis. Time will move on whether we enjoy life or not. It is the chances, we take to make it beautiful of the time we have at hand.

I was okay till I met Ananya and now I had a sudden urge of overcoming this fear and living my life. What would happen, I did be dead by forty. I still would have lived enough.

Ananya was the one. Trisha was my first love but I was too young to feel the pull of a relationship. Or maybe I knew she was my first love yet not the last.

A sudden wave of happiness filled me, I wanted to call Ananya and tell her I wanted it equally as she did. I searched for my phone, which lay somewhere and realized Seema had called several times. I called her back to ask her to book my tickets.

“Hey Seema. Can you book my tickets….” Before I could complete,

“Sir, the agency called this morning, Mohit is out on bail. The agency confirmed he has got permission from the bonding office and has taken the flight to Bangalore.”

My hopes crashed in an instant. The first thought that crossed my mind was it was perfect timing for a manipulative Mohit to nurse Ananya’s aching heart. I kicked the glass center table breaking it,

“Sir?”

“Sorry, I something broke here. Can you book me the first flight to Bangalore?” I was restless the entire two and half-hours from Delhi to Bangalore. I wrote my thoughts on how I did handled things and drew up various scenarios. None of it could calm my racing heart.

I reached Ananya’s house. Was I ready to face what was held on the other side of the door? I had clearly avoided Ani past month, would she be open to even speaking with me? I rang the bell. No answer. Anxious enough I rang it several times at once.

“Coming” That was Mohit’s voice behind the door.

What was expected to happen was far from xenial between Mohit and me.

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To Be Continued Tomorrow…

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