2 Days later...
Varma's house...
9:00 pm..
Ananya's POV...
I just returned from my house after meeting Deeps, she looked very happy and was adjusting with my family properly, she was learning our traditions with great enthusiasm, Maa was very happy about it...
Maa always adored Deeps, and now she is her daughter in law...
And with Ved Bhai by her side, he was making things easy for her, he is such a loving and caring husband...!
I am so happy for her..
Atleast someone is living their fairytale...
Stop sulking Ananya, your Aayan just needs a whack on his head,and he will be fine...
I chuckle at this thought, I really wish, if something like this could change his mind, I would gladly hit his head with a stick
My thoughts were broken by ringing of my phone, I look at the caller and smile
I missed her too...
'Mrs. Kumar... How are you there...? You know I miss you so so so much...' I say answering the call
'I miss you too Ananya, how are my Amayraa baby and Aayan Baba...?' She asked
'They are good, they miss you too... Also, We are returning soon... Do you need something from here...?' I ask
'No Ananya, just come back soon, I miss all of you...' Mrs. Kumar whines
'We will be back in 2 days Mrs. Kumar ! I have lot of things to tell you...!' I say excitedly
'Can't wait now...! Come soon, I will prepare both of yours favourite dishes...' she cheered
Yummm I just love Bhindis made by here...
'Yessss.... What will you make for Aayan...?' I ask out of curiosity
Maybe I will come to know about his favourites too...
'He loves Butter Chicken... I'll make that for him...' Mrs. Kumar said
Whatt....!
'What...! He is not a vegetarian...?' I blurt out
'You don't know...? I thought you know that, he started with non vegetarian diet 4 years ago, when he developed his obsession for muscle building...' she informed
Oh..! No wonder he is so bulky...
'No.. I thought, he follows vegetarian diet like Papa... I mean everyone in this house is a veg so...' I say
'Our Baba was always different, right from the start...' Mrs. Kumar chuckled
No doubts on that...
He was a retard right from the start...
'How come you are a Vegetarian ? I mean you are a Punjabi...' She asked and I roll my eyes..
All my friends say that to me
'Uh, actually me and Maa both couldn't stand the smell of non veg, so we are the only vegs in our family...' I say scratching my head
Mrs. Kumar chuckles and then we talk about random things, and also she agreed to my request on she teaching me how to cook...
Yeah.. I don't know how to cook properly...
Big deal, lot of girls don't know that...!
After 5 minutes I hung up the phone and climbed upstairs...
I was walking towards my room to start with the packing, when a creaking sound of door caught my attention
The door in the far corner of the hallway was slightly ajar...
That room is always locked, I never asked the housekeepers about it, may be it's a storeroom...
I walked towards the room,to close the door, but I don't know what came to me, I decided to peek in...
I open the door, and it made creaking sound, like I am entering some dungeon, which creeped me out, as I enter, the smell of wood and paints greet me...
What is this room...
I move around to search for the switchboard, but in due course I collide with something and it fells on the ground
Shit...
After some almost blind attempts and few more collisions I finally find the switchboard and turn on the light...
The room lit up and I close my eyes as the light was too bright, and then slowly blink them to adjust the brightness...
The room was spotless white and full of painting canvases, and there was only one window, which had no curtains, and the glass was reflector, this means the person inside could see what is going on outside,but vice versa cannot happen...
The window faced my parents house's garden, where my swing is placed, I would always sit there with bruno in the evening, now I could only see the night lamp lit and my swing there...
Beside the window there was a huge table,where all the necessary items for paitings were arranged neatly...
I walk towards the the table and see that there were color palletes, paint brushes of different sizes, colors, pencils and something like a black chalks were placed...
Whose room is this...?
I didn't know there is an artist in this house..?
And why this room is always locked, and most importantly, who opened it..?
I look around to find beautiful paintings of trees, a lake, a beautiful landscape of mountains, a shadow painting of a stunning night sky where shooting stars can be seen...
I also find Jo Jo's painting there, He was Aayan's dog, whom he rescued from a construction site, and then made him his pet, he was a very cute black dog, with super cute eyes, this artist has literally painted Jo jo as he was, like it can come alive any second...
This artist is indeed talented...
I remember how badly Aayan cried when Jo Jo was taken to the hospital as he fell ill and then he never returned, I was 5 at that time and this was the time when Priyanka Mom used to live with them..
Aayan never got another pet after him, Dad tried a lot to convince Aayan that they can get a dog of a stronger breed, but he couldn't get over Jo Jo and didn't agree for a new pet...
He was stubborn right from the start...
But then there were no more oil paintings and then there were random sketches of people, with fine detailings..
The weird thing I saw that, there were 2-3 sketches, with only eyes, very beautiful, sketched with black pencil...
They were really really beautiful eyes...
There were only eyes, no face...
But whose eyes are they, and who sketched them...
I looked around the room, it looked like some artist's studio...
Someone in this family is an artist for sure...
My eyes land on a stand with a canvas on it...
What can be this painting...
I walked towards the stand, and the canvas's back was facing me...
I was about to touch the canvas when a voice startled me...
'What are you doing here..?' The voice said and I turned around to see my husband staring at me with a cold expression on his face, his hands were in his pockets and he was leaning against the door...
I don't know why, but I am intimidated by him right now, I invontarily take a step back
'I... I found the... The door open... So I... I ca...came to see....' I stammer
Why am I stammering !
'Well you shouldn't be here, lets go...' he said walking towards me
But why...?
'What room is this...?' I ask as he comes close to me
'This is an art studio, let's go...' Aayan said and then grabs my hands
I swear, I need to stop reacting to his touches as right now, I have goosebumps all over...
'Wait... Whose studio is this...?' I ask getting out of his hold
'Um.. Nitaara's...' he says and then turns to leave
Wow...
Di is so talented...
I look around and follow him, towards the exit when it struck me...
Di is not an artist... He is...!
He used to sketch small things like benches, swings, birds when we were kids...
I narrow my eyes and then deliberately tap my heels going to the other direction to get his attention
He stops and turns around, and I hear him gasp as I walk towards the stand where his latest painting was kept
'No no no no... You can't see that...?' he takes long strides and stands between me and the painting
'Why not...? Let me see what Nitaara di made...' I say trying to dodge him
'No you can't...!' he says sternly
'Why do you have a problem...! I'll ask Nitaara di, she will allow me to look at it...' I say fishing the phone out of my pocket..
Spill it out already hubby...
Why are you so stubborn...
'Okay fine...! This is my studio...! That is my painting, and It's not finished, so I don't want you to see it...' he says finally giving up
Good work Ananya...
I look at him in awe and he stares at me suspiciously
'How secretive are you...! Why didn't you tell me that you can paint...?' I say admiring all his paintings
'I don't paint now, and these are nothing...!' he says scratching his head
How adorable he looks while doing that...
Wait what...?
'This is a great talent Aayan, you should not leave it just like that, you should paint more often...' I say and I see his expression getting serious
Uh oh..
'It's a waste of time... Not all things that look good are actually good, you never know what secret they hide...' He said irritated
'I don't know about other things Aayan, but these beautiful paintings surely express your emotions... Like this landscape of the artificial lake near the park, shows how happy you were that day... And this Jo Jo's painting... Shows how sad were you when you painted it... And these eyes, they surely did some impact on you, that is why you made them with such a great detail, who says you cannot express....' I say looking at the eyes potrait..
I turn around to look at him staring at me shocked, his eyes were roaming around my face trying to find something...
'Sometimes you just need the right eyes to look at it...' I smile and he just stares at me and trust me his devilish hazel eyes, who always showed hate and anger looked very innocent right now...
We stood there staring at each other when I look away, because I can no longer stare at those eyes, because neither they are innocent, and nor the person is a saint whom they belong to...
I can't fall into that trap again...
'You should not stop painting Aayan, The thing that gives you inner peace can never be a waste of time...' I say smiling and he looked away thinking about something
I called his name twice, but he didn't respond...
What happened to him now...?
Aayan's POV
'Something that gives you inner peace, can never be a waste of time..' her voice rang in my ears
You should not waste your time in these stupid hobbies son, these won't fetch you money and I can't feed you forever, you need to do something of your own now...
Another voice spoke in my head...
How can I forget that fateful day...?
10 years ago...
A week after Jai decides to send Aayan away to a college in Dehradun...
Aayan and Jai were not in talking terms after Jai caught him with a girl in his room, and declared that Aayan will continue his studies in Dehradun
Aayan didn't like his decision, but was not going to beg in front of him, he hated everything associated with his father and mother now...
2 years ago, he came to know about his mom's infidelty, and didn't talk to her since then...
He sitting inside his studio, in front of his late dog Jo Jo's potrait he made when he was 12, he missed him very badly today...
He was angry on Ananya for landing him into trouble, but was relieved that he won't be able to see her and his father for years now
'Aayan come for dinner...' his sister Nitaara enters the room and his sad mood again changes to angry one
'I said I don't want to eat Nits... Go away...' Aayan replied irritated
'Come on Aayan, I know you are not in your best moods these days, but don't take out your anger on the food...' Nitaara says holding his hands
'I said I don't want to talk to anyone or eat with anyone, kindly leave me alone...' Aayan says jerking her hands away and she sighs
She looks at her angry brother and quietly sits beside him, staring at the picture he was looking at..
'This was a nice painting you made... Looks like jo jo will jump right out of it into our arms...' Nitaara smiled
Aayan smiled faintly at this and then sighed
'You know Aaya... I will miss you when you will be gone...' Nitaara says her voice cracking..
'I will call you once in a week...' Aayan says patting her shoulders
'A week...? Why not daily...?' Nitaara asks
'I don't like chitchatting with girls over the phone all the time...' Aayan said rolling his eyes
'How mean you are...' Nitaara hits him
'Atleast I will be away from your father...' Aayan said
'He is your father too...' Nitaara says sarcastically and Aayan huffs
'It's not easy for him to Aaya...' Nitaara says..
'Seriously Nits..! Do you really think I am in a mood to hear his praise from you right now...' Aayan says raising his voice and Nitaara understands that it is not the right time to explain him Jai's side right now..
'Okay okay... I won't say anything... Come let's have dinner...' She says
'To hell with the dinner... Just leave me alone Nits... Go...' Aayan says angrily and Nitaara quietly leaves the room, wiping her tears
Aayan angrily shoves away the paint bottles on the table and they fall on the ground and break...
No one understands me... Aayan thinks angrily
He picks up the charcoal and wanted to vent out his anger by scribbling anything on the canvas, when Jai enters the room..
'What did you say to your sister..?' Jai asks sternly
'Nothing...' Aayan reverts back
'Don't you misbehave with your older sister young man...' Jai warns and Aayan huffs
'And Why aren't you joining us for dinner...?' Jai asks and Aayan fists his hands to control his anger
'I am busy...' Aayan says not looking at him
Jai gets angry at this..
'Busy doing what...? You think scribbling something with this on a white paper will fetch you bread for the house...' He says pointing at Aayan's charcoal
Aayan looks at his father,with angry eyes and Jai's rage elevates
'Don't give me that look Aayan.. You still live under my roof and are dependent on me for everything, give me that attitude when you become something...' Jai says angrily and Aayan lowers his gaze maintaining the scowl on his face
'And this stupid hobby of yours will fetch you nothing, it is nothing but waste of time... I can't feed you forever... You better figure something out, because Ved already decided that he will pursue business administration like Arjun and Naina... You too think about something that can make you beneficial for E market....' Jai said and Aayan didn't reply
'And If you don't want to eat, okay... But don't you hurt my daughter ever again or I will make sure that you don't even get food...' Jai said and Aayan nodded
'Better...! Now leave that stupid thing and start packing, you will leave day after tomorrow...' Jai said and leaves the room
Aayan angrily throws away the charcoal...
There is no way I am joining E market...
**** End of flashback****
'Aayan...? Aayan...?' someone shook me and I came out of my dreamland
'What...?' I ask
'What were you thinking, I am calling you since 10 minutes...' Ananya asks looking scared
I realise that I am sitting on the barstool and she is kneeling in front of me, holding my hands
'Uh.. Nothing, I was just.... It's nothing... You were saying...?' I say changing the topic
She looks at me suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask anything further
'Umm.. I was asking whose eyes are they...?' She says pointing at the eyes potrait
I just stare at her and then at the potrait and smiled
They are your eyes my love...
'No one's...' I say getting up and she frowns
'Okay what about your recent masterpiece, atleast let me peek into it...' She says again moving towards the potrait..
What do I do with this girl's curiosity...
I sigh and grab her by waist from the back and lift her from the ground like a child...
'Aayan...! What are you doing...! Put me down...' She exclaims
'You can't see that... And it's not recent...' I lied
I take her out of the studio and put her on the grounds and she huffs
'Why don't you paint now...? I want to see a recent painting, made by you...' She pouts and my father's word ring in my ears, making me angry again
'Yes son, I think you should start painting again...' I hear Papa saying and we look at him walking towards us smiling
My anger elevates at this, and I look away preventing myself from doing anything stupid...
'See.. Even Papa agrees with me...you should paint oftenly you know, it will keep you calm... Why did you stop it anyway...' Ananya asks and unfortunately I lose my calm now
'Why don't you ask your beloved Papa about this...!' I sneer angrily and Ananya and Papa look at me shocked
'Son I...' Papa began, his expression showed guilt
'Aayan... What are you...' Ananya began
'Just keep your mouth shut both of you...!' I lash out and they look at me scared
Good... You should be scared...
'All the problems in my life are because of you both... One likes to complain about me to everyone and other likes to punish me unnecessarily...!' I say angrily and they take a step back, with remorse in their eyes
Control Aayan, before you say something very stupid...
'You know what, when I was young, I always wanted to stay away from you both, but now...! I am stuck with you...' I say and Papa's eyes fill with tears, while Ananya looks angry now
But I don't care now...
I give them a look and then start walking towards my room, but then stop and turn around...
'And just for your information, I think that helping Sameer was the stupidest Idea, because it caused unnecessary involvement of Singhals into our lives again, but of course who cares what I think...!' I say with sarcasm
'But son, he needed my help...! I promised his mother...' Papa said wiping his tears
'He had nowhere to go Aayan...' Ananya said softly
'Yeah right, you care about your so called best friend, ignoring your husband... And you fulfil your promise to a dead woman, who wasn't strong enough to fight that cheating bastard...' I snap and they look at me shocked
I turn to my father and he looks at me in anticipation
'A gentle reminder Papa, there was another boy who happens to be your own son, needed your help too, when his mother left, I wonder why weren't you this generous at that time...' I say and he looks hurt and Ananya helds his hands
Whatever man...
They don't reply to me, and I don't wait for it either, I walk inside my room and close it with a thud...
1 hour later...
Ananya's POV..
'Papa... Please don't cry, he was angry, and you know how he becomes when he gets angry...' I say wiping Papa's tears, we were in his study and Papa was crying
He usually doesn't cry, and it's heartbreaking to see tears in his eyes...
'He is like this, because of me, I was hard on him always, no wonder he hates me...' Papa sobs
Noo... He is like this because he is still that 8 year old Aayan by heart...
'Don't blame yourself Papa, he will be alright, he didn't mean any of that... He doesn't hate you...' I say and he wipes his own tears
'You sure...?' Papa asks with a hopeful expression
'Yes Papa... He loves you, he loves you more than anything in this world...' I smile and he sniffs and wears his glasses back
'You go and talk to him beta, he needs you right now...' He says caressing my hair
'Are you alright Papa...?' I ask him
'Yes beta, I am fine, you go to his room...' Papa smiles pushing me lightly and I chuckle
'Okay... I'll be back in half n hour with your medicines...' I say and he nods
I walk towards my room, wondering what to say to him...
Honestly I didn't like his behaviour with Papa, I so wanted to snap at him at that time, but this would've aggravated the situation further, so I followed Nitaara Di's advice, and stayed calm, so that he vents out what is inside him... And he did that... Di was right, he just can't get out of the painful past...
Although he gets less angry now, but his anger is still dangerous, he can be a volcano during his anger....
I slowly turn the knob of the door and walk inside, he was not on the bed, neither on the sofa...
Where is he...
'Aayan...?' I call out slowly, but he didn't answer
I checked the walk in closet and even the washroom, he was not there too...
I walk towards the balcony and see him standing, staring at the sky, holding the railings
I go and stand beside him, he seems to notice my presence, but didn't say anything...
'Are you okay..?' I ask softly and he took a deep breath
'I shouldn't have said all that...' He sighed
'Yeah, you shouldn't have, atleast to Papa...' I say and he looks away
'But atleast you vented it out, now you must be feeling better...' I say
He sighed and then turns around and leans against the railing
'I am tired of being a crying little bitch, whenever it comes about my past... And the sad part it, I can't let it go, it's a part of me... And because of that I end up doing stupid things...' He said with a hint of sadness in his voice...
I don't say anything, just make him sit on the floor and sit in front of him, he looks at me and then sighs
'See what my sadist nature made me do... I married you out of revenge and now I don't feel like taking it, so I ruined your as well as my life... Our marriage is a mess...!' he says burying his face in his hands
I don't know what to say...!
Is he really regretting, or this is just another drama of his...
'Aayan I...' I began, but he cut me off in between
'I thought about it alright, I understand that you were a kid back then, and you didn't do anything intentionally, it is stupid to hold grudges about that... And regarding that Police complaint, I don't care why you did that... I just don't have the capacity to hold things inside me Ananya... I will go crazy...!' he whined pulling his hairs
He looked frustrated and miserable at the same time...
I hold his hands tightly and he sighed
'You deserve someone better Ananya...' he said and I was shocked by his words
What does that mean
I didn't say anything, because whatever he meant by that didn't look good...
'You don't have to be stuck with me Ananya, I am a mess, I will give you nothing but irritation, frustration and pain...' he said
'If you want a divor....' before he could complete, I put my hands over his mouth and he looks at me bewildered
'This marriage was not only your decision, It was mine too, so you can't decide alone, that whether it should end or not !' I say angrily and he startes at me shocked
I remove my hands from his mouth and he stares at me like a punished kid
'Do I look like a coward to you...? I don't run away from the situations Aayan, I face them... That's why even after knowing what were you up to... I still married you, instead of running away...' I say looking straight into his eyes and he looks away
I make him look at me again
'I am not saying that I forgive you for the deeds you did after marriage, but I won't spare you, just by divorcing, as you rightly said an hour ago, you are stuck with me... You are stuck with me for life...! You will have to make this marriage work... Not for me, but for our elders, because they trust us... Understand...' I say firmly and he nods like a kid
I don't know why, but I find him so adorable right now, with those puppy eyes and remorseful face...
'I just thought...' he began, but I again cut him off in between
'Don't use that devil brain of yours in this matters, you use it for designing softwares only...' I say sarcastically and he narrows his eyes at me
'You mean that you are giving me another chance to start over...?' he asks surprised
I am highly debating on that...
But surely I am not divorcing you...
'Yeah...let's start over like friends because it's hard to start anything with you romantically....' I taunt and he glared at me
'I don't want to start anything with you romantically, pleaseee....It's you who couldn't control herself around me...' he says smirking
Jerk..
'You wish....' I say glaring at him
'About Ritika...' He began
'You will be punished for it later...' I cut him off and he huffs
'Why isn't she letting me finish anything...' I hear him mutter
Ah ! That feeling of victory....
Finally Aayan can't argue back with me...
It was my childhood dream...
I did a happy dance in my mind...
'Hello, My name is Ananya Varma Thapar, and I am your wife, unfortunately...' I gesture my hands forwards and he looks at me like I have grown two heads
'I...' He says taking my hand, but didn't seem to find words
'I am Aayan Varma, Your husband, by day...' he says grinning and I chuckle
We shake hands and then let go, he stares at me in anticipation
'What now...?' he asks
'Important things first... Go apologise to Papa, and then come back and help me to put Amayraa to bed...' I say and he looked very confused, but still followed my orders, by getting up
'You sure what we are doing is normal..?' he asked as I got up too
'Sweety, it's us... Nothing about us is normal...' I say and he laughs
'True...' he says and then walks out of the room
I sigh walking inside and plump myself on the sofa
God please help me...
I am risking my life once again...
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I am so so so so sorry, as one of you rightfully guessed that I lost the chapter again and had to retype it...:(
Then I got fever again and my head was hurting that's why the delay...
I am working on the next part right now, but please don't assume that it will be updated today itself, it may be posted tomorrow evening as well...
Considering my bad luck with wattpad now a days, it may take a day more, but let's hope it doesn't come to that...
Dear Rude/Sarcastic readers,
You will really not like, if I reply to you with equal amount of sarcasm or rudeness like you do...
I do have a life outside wattpad, and I am not a sadist to enjoy making people impatient...
If waiting is frustrating, making people wait is infuriating, because it's primarily the guilt that 'people are waiting' eats you inside...
Sorry for the delay once again...
See you with next update mostly by tomorrow evening...:)