"Rani why don't you-"
"It is Anjali! I don't want to hear that name ever again Lucky" Anjali snapped at her friend
They were back in their quaint little town, where Laxman was currently trying to reason with Anjali
Laxman's home, was pretty and cozy, just like the one Anjali had, the one Rajendra had made for them, the one which was her dream, and now it was shattered
Her mother Rekha was sitting beside her, Anjali's hand firmly clasped in her own.
"I think you should talk to Raja once Anjali, I am sure it is a big misunderstanding, your Raja-"
"He is no longer my anything mummy, for him I am dead" Anjali stated angrily, whenever she remembered what he had done, her eyes filled with tears, but this is the first time she was feeling absolutely numb it seemed all her anguish and pain have been converted into anger now all she wanted was revenge, she wanted to destroy Rajendra
"Anjali I think, Raja loves you too much to let you go, give him a chance to explain" Laxman advised. He was sitting on the sofa opposite her, his one hand was holding a glass of water in case Anjali needed it and another was patting the sofa lightly, he was clearly disturbed.
It had been a month since Anjali had run off from the hospital stating she was dead and here she was now burdening her friend with her problems. Though Anjali had not wanted to involve Laxman in her problems, but what to do when one were neighbours, he came to know that Anjali had come back to Rekha's house and took it upon himself to help her no matter what
"I have had enough Lucky, I thought too that Rajendra loves me, loves me more than anyone and anything , but I was wrong. Soo very wrong" Anjali burst out
Why did no one understand that Rajendra was no more her Raja, the Raja who was hers, only hers! When will the pain finally go away?
"What do you want to do now Anjali?" Laxman asked her with a sigh, looking at her detachment and silence he knew her resolve was unshakable
Anjali always smiled, always laughed , always joked but the person sitting in front of him was like a marble statue breathing but not living.
What have Rajendra done to her?
Laxman always knew, Rajendra was not for Anjali, he would not treasure her, but Anjali always loved him, she always ignored lucky for Rajendra she knew of no one but Raja, but now may be she will know, Laxman always tried to be her friend even tried to reason with her for Rajendra, that ungrateful ass, may be now he should .....
"Laxman Beta what are you thinking about?" Rekha asked him while Anjali had gone to the washroom.
Rekha always loved Rajendra more and that is why Anjali was also inclined towards Raja.
The door bell ringed, and Rekha went to open the door.
Padmini was standing there crying, looking at Rekha she cried more
"I am sorry Rekha, I just could not face you anymore after what my son did, please forgive me, he destroyed your daughter and now our Anjali is no ..more" she wheezed between her tears
Padmini had no idea about Anjali's return as she and Rohit were on a holiday for a month, and had no idea what had happened during that time, by the time the news reached them, it was too late
Rekha awkwardly patted Padmini's back, while Laxman quitely left the room in search of Anjali and also to warn her about Padmini's arrival.
"Its.. ahh" Rekha had no idea what to say to Padmini
"I know you will never forgive me or Raja , Rekha but...but" Padmini seemed desperate and guilty , she did not meet Rekha's eyes, though her crying did not stop
"What is it Padmini?" Rekha asked, clearly there was something which Padmini wanted, but had no idea how to say it
"Raja ..Raja ...he is " Padmini said still sobbing uncontrollably
"What about him?" Rekha had a bad feeling about it.
"He is ....He has attempted suicide ..for the 3rd time this..month, he.... will not live Rekha, he just cannot,....not without his.....Rani"
"What!" Anjali dropped the glass she was holding
£££££££
A/n
How was the chapter?
Please vote and comment and share And follow
Next will be Rajendra's POV , how many of you'll hate him till now ?
-A
YOU ARE READING
YOURS
General FictionThis is the story of a simple girl who was content in her life her husband was her life she was happy with little little gestures but one day her life came crashing down , the husband she loved was not how he seemed . Love is something which makes y...
