Together Hamesha (MishBir Version)

Chapter 25

A. N. - Apologies for the long wait! But no more!
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Abir got out of the car. Never had he thought that the person standing in front of him would be here after all that had taken place inside the hospital.

Abir : Badimaa, aap yaha?

He was dumbstruck. Was it actually true? Or was it all his hallucination? He couldn't tell. Badimaa ignored his question and swamped him with the questions that troubled her mind.

Badimaa : Jab tumne yeh sab kia hi nahi hai toh bina kuch bole waha se kyu chale aaye? Kyu tumne Mishti ke Badepapa ko saamne jawab nahi dia? Kyu Abir?

Badimaa's face reddened in fury. Tears lined the borders of her eyes. She loved Abir as much as she loved Mishti. He was like a son to her. In fact, she considered him, her own. And she hated the way in which he had been accused. She hated the way in which both her children had been suffering.

Abir : Badimaa aap..

He was interrupted as Badimaa spoke further.

Badimaa : Mei jaanti hu Abir ki tum Mishti ke saath kabhi bhi aisa nahi kar sakte ho. Kar toh kya, tum meri Mishti ke saath kabhi aisa kuch karne ki soch bhi nahi sakte ho. Mujhe tumpar pura bharosa hai Abir. Mei jaanti hu ki Mishti ke Badepapa ne andar jo bhi kaha woh sab galat hai. Toh phir tumne chup chap unki saari baatein kyu sunn li? Kyu tumne ya kisi aur ne kuch nahi kaha? Kyu Abir? Batao mujhe. Kyu?

There was no end to her questions today. Abir's eyes brimmed with tears and a small smile spread across his lips as he sensed the love emanating through Badimaa's questions. But that smile didn't last long. He knew what Badepapa had held him responsible for wasn't entirely false.

Abir : Badepapa ne andar jo kuch bhi kaha woh sach hai.

Abir's words came as a blow to Badimaa. She staggered behind and stared at him with wide eyes. Did she hear it correctly? Did Abir just admit to being guilty for Mishti's condition?

It took a while before Badimaa recovered from the shock. Her mind was filled with a million thoughts but her heart refused to believe what Abir said.

Badimaa : Tum.. tum jhooth bol rahe ho na? Yeh.. yeh sa.. sach nahi ho sakta hai. Mei.. Mei jis Abir ko jaanti hu, wo.. woh aisa nahi hai.

She stuttered. She drew in a breath and peered straight into Abir's eyes.

Badimaa : Bolo Abir. Yeh jhooth hai na?

This time, she spoke firmly. Her heart knew that Abir was lying. But why? That she didn't understand. Abir averted his gaze. Out of all the people in the world, only Badimaa and Mishti were the ones who could look through his pretence. That was the cue for Badimaa to believe her heart and not Abir's words. Her tone softened as she spoke the next words.

Badimaa : Abir beta, tumhara mujhse nazre churana hi iss baat ka sabut hai ki andar jo bhi tumhare Badepapa ne kaha woh sab sach nahi tha. Aur mera dil yeh maan ne ko taiyaar hi nahi hai ki jo insaan Mishti se pyaar karta hai, woh uski iss halat ka zimmedar hai. Toh ab bataoge ki sach kya hai?

Abir's head shot up. His expressions changed from confusion to shock to anguish in a millisecond. The truckload of tears that he had been trying so hard to conceal, cascaded down his cheeks. Horror clouded Badimaa's features as she witnessed Abir fall to his knees, his body shaking with sobs. She immediately rushed towards him and knelt down in front of him. Without a second's delay, Badimaa clasped Abir in her arms as he let out all the pain that he had been holding in, on her shoulder.

Outside Mishti's room

Badepapa's heart ached while he talked to Abir in an agitated manner. His fatherly love for Mishti had overpowered his love for Abir. A part of his heart hoped that Abir would discard all his accusations. Badepapa had complete faith in who Abir was as a person. But when Abir walked away from there without saying a word, he confirmed everything that Badepapa didn't want to be true. And his reality had shattered Badepapa. He was seated on the chair with his head in his hands. A million thoughts fleeted through his mind. How could he not see the pain in Mishti's eyes when Abir broke her heart? How could he have been blind to Abir's reality? How had he failed to protect his daughter? Why didn't she trust him enough to let him know about her illness? But the one thought that disturbed him the most was : Why had God assigned his daughter to this fate? She had never been unkind, not even to the ones who had been inhumane towards her. Then why was she subjected to the callous games of destiny? Kunal came and sat besides him.