Capítulo 15: Roaring tiger…defending cub

Myra was trembling out of fear. Her mind had blacked out and she couldn't understand what had just happened. All she knew was that she was talking to Aman over her mobile phone, when her father-in-law had intercepted the call and heard their conversation.

Of course, Kulbhushan Raichand had become suspicious of her. He had asked the butler to keep a watch on her. But when the number of calls and their duration increased, he decided to personally investigate. Within twenty-four hours he had her complete call list and after special request he was able to intercept the call.

This one call made everything clear to him – Myra was having an affair with the Aryaman Vardhan and the whole family was involved in it. He was furious. "How dare they double cross me? How dare she abuse the Raichand men? What an idiot the son was, to not keep his wife under his control?"

The two knocks on the door send shivers down her spines. The messenger, the butler, entered and delivered the message – "You are to come to the library, immediately."

Myra was distraught. She barely had the strength to get up, let alone walk to the library. "Shall I call someone for help." – said the cold and aloof butler.

Myra did not respond and he left the room. She tried to compose herself, to find strength and to face the consequence. She knew she had done nothing wrong, yet she was reeling under the sense of guilt.

About an hour had lapsed when she finally found courage and pulled herself together. She ambled her way to the library but stopped at its doorstep as she heard heated discussion from within.

"That woman is a curse to this house." – her father-in-law was saying. "Ever since she has entered its threshold, nothing but misfortune and misery has followed. Throw her out at once...she and her family have cheated us. They are all in it together. Do you hear me Sanchit? She must go immediately...throw her out." - echoed the sound of Kulbhushan Raichand's baritone within the corridors of the Raichand Mansion.

"I will do nothing of the sort. She is my wife and she will stay here for as long as she wants." –said the husband emphatically.

"Very well, then I'll to do it." – was the calm rejoinder. "She will not get away with her indiscretions that easily."

"No father you will not."

"This is my house." roared Mr. Raichand. His voice ran through the deserted corridors quaking Myra's already fragile nerves. "…and there is no place for a wanton woman in it."

"But there is place enough for a wanton man…eh father?" – Sanchit arched his eyebrow towards his father. For once the growling tiger was stumped and speechless. "Besides, you and I both know it is not her fault." Mr. Raichand looked at his son in a daze as he calmly refuted his father. "Did you really think that I would go one way and she the other way and that fate would be so kind as to never hurt us?"

He paused for his father's reaction. However, the father was much too shocked at the bluntness of the son. "You knew it right from the beginning. She was honest from the beginning and has always been faithful to us. But there is a limit to which the heart can endure, someday it will revolt. Did you seriously think that she will forever remain here and he will be enshrined in the White House and that they will never meet again?"

"But she is married now." the father roared again

"So were you." – the son said sarcastically. "Still, you had an affair. Did you even once think about mother? Did you consider my feelings when you forced this marriage on me?"

Years of repressed hatred for his father, had finally found its expression. Sanchit could not hold it anymore. He wanted to strip his father of his false ego. Nothing could stop him now. "Our deeds often catch up on us and haunt us until we make peace with them." He finally said. "This one is on you father. You get what you give; fair and square. You knew she loved another man and yet you forced this marriage on her. You manipulated her father…you manipulated me. Why fear this little hiccups? It's all a part of the deal, isn't it dad?"

Truth comes slowly, in varied shapes and sizes. But it burst upon Myra all at once like a thunderous cloud. She finally had answers to all her questions. Long back, she wanted to start her marriage with utmost honesty; hence, she told the truth of her heart to her would-be -husband. But she had also hoped that he would appreciate her honesty and will be nice and caring, like a friend. She had sincerely hoped to work it out.

It is true that she did not love her husband, she could never love anyone other than Aman. Nor did she expect such love from him that binds a man to a woman. But there was in her, the genuine desire for affection. Affection that springs out of sympathy and friendship and binds two people.

Had it been given to her, then her wounds would have already healed. But that spring of affection was shut in his heart. Never did it open for her. Instead, he became unpredictable: blowing hot …blowing cold. He was mostly aloof and there was no conversation between them except when he wanted a favour from her or she needed something.

Most of the times, she suffered her loneliness. She did not have friends either. Her father-in-law disapproved of most of the people she liked and the ones he recommended were either haughty or frivolous.

Every day was a struggle. She got up in the morning with no purpose and slept in the night with nothing to look forward to. Days, months and years passed in this aimless existence.

And then, Aman returned into her life and there was something to look forward to. Every day she waited for his call. Her thoughts, her heart and she was full of him. His love and his concern for her filled the void in her heart. In his presence she really came alive. Every ounce of her being screamed and said she wanted to live and bask in his presence.

Then, why shouldn't she flow with him and towards him? Why should she feel guilty of seeking his love?

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