Chapter 5
Rooh ki ik Rubaayi tuu, raat din main parhun, raat din main parhun.
Bin terey naa sakun miley, tuu bata kiya kerun, tuu bata kiya kerun.
Harman being convinced by Soumya that she would indeed go through the necessary medical treatment to help further their relationship had contacted Aryan for the procedural issues. He, however, was dubious on having her treatment done in India. Even though there were doctors who could perform the necessary he wanted distance between him and his family. He knew it would be both an emotional and physical strain on Soumya and decided to get her operated in London. They both needed time away from home for her to recover speedily and fully.
It was decided that Aryan would contact his colleague Melinda Baker a renowned Specialist in Gender Therapy and care. Since Harman and Harak Singh (his father) shared bank accounts it wasn't a problem for him to pay for their visa and airline expenses. It was stressful for Harman to tag Soumya along with him everywhere but he had no choice in the matter. Preeto's wrath towards her grew day by day. His increased efforts to protect her from his family were now being labeled as insanity by his parents who failed to see beyond Soumya's physical flaws.
It would break Soumya's heart every time he would stand up for her against his mother. She knew too well that Preeto was not the villain here. She was a mother and all mothers are fiercely protective of their offspring.
One such exhausted evening Harman was laying on the bed. His head in her lap while she ran her fingers through his silken hair lulling him to a comfortable sleep when the door to their bedroom had flown open. Soumya's startled movement awoke Harman who was surprised to see his mother agitated for no reason at all. In truth, Raavi who had been spying on Harman the night before had witnessed the close bond Soumya and Harman had established. That too a physical one much to Raavi's surprise and Preeto's chagrin. Preeto had no idea that Harman had decided on bedding her too. That in her opinion was intolerable the last thing she wanted was her son to turn to unnatural means for satisfying his sexual urges.
Preeto: "Acha to ab yeh bhi honey laga hai iss ghar main" she was seething.
Soumya wanted to run off the bed but Harman clasped her wrist imprisoning it in his strong palm.
"Chup chaap yahin bethi raho" he glowered at her through red-rimmed eyes.
"Per, Mummy jee," Soumya was close to tears.
"Ssshhh!" Harman put a finger to his lips indicating her to remain silent, getting off the mattress himself.
Harman: "Kiya ho raha hai, mujhey bhi to pata chaley. Aisa konsa naya toofan aa gaya ab iss ghar main?" He was extremely irked with his mother's irrational attitude towards Soumya. It appeared as if Soumya was vermin that she wanted to get rid of immediately.
Preeto: "Iss Kinnar key saath ab tuu gulcharrey uraayega aur tuu kiya chahta hai main aankh band kerkey yeh sab tamasha dekhti rahun. Andhi huun main, dikhayi nahin deta mujhey ya sunayi nahin deta.Jo tuu ker raha hai uss sey iss ghar ki, iss khandaan ki izzat mitti main mil rahi hai." She was screeching, her voice threatening to bring the house down.
Soumya started shivering. She had no idea being close to her husband would have such terrible consequences. Her mother in law was leaving no opportunity to humiliate her and throw her out of her house. At times Soumya wondered what would be her fate if Harman hadn't been the wonderful human being that he was, protective and loving. Right now too Preeto stood glaring her, her hand raised, face ashen.
Harman: "Gulcharrey wah!!" Harman clapped his hands in mock applaud. "Gulcharrey jab hotey jab teri baatein sach hoteen. Apni patni key saath waqt bitana gulcharrey urana nahin kehlata" he corrected his mother shielding Soumya from her flagrant fury.
Preeto: "Oh acha to patni hai yeh teri. Shabash eik kinnar key liye ab terey dil main pyaar umad raha hai kal ko kaheyga iss key saath suhag raat bhi manani hai." She was livid and would not relent.
By now the rest of the family due to the hue and cry graced them with their presence too.
Harman: "Very good, sab aa gaye tamasha dekhney, koi baaqi to nahin raha na. Jaa Preeto padosiyon ko bhi bula laa. Aur haan ab jab sab aa hii gaye ho to eik baat main bata deta huun. Soumya meri biwi hai, shaadi ki hai mainey issey, apni marzi sey nahin." His anger was escalating with each statement. "Bandooq ki nok per, bhaga ker nahin laaya issey main saat pherey liye hain iskey saath.Saat janmon ka vachan diya hai pyaar ka vishwaas ka aur iski raksha ka." His monolog stumped not only Preeto but the rest of the family too. True they had suspected him to harbor feelings more than friendship for Soumya but to declare them with such vehemence was something very new for all.
"Harman" Preeto crumbled to the floor her worst fears were coming true.
Bending down Harman tried to pick her up when he was stopped by Harak Singh.
Harak: "Hath na lagayeen meri voti nuu," he threatened Harman pushing him away furiously. "Tuu bhul gaya eyy teri maa eyy, iss kinnar key vaastey." Tears were shining in his eyes while Preeto sat stoned, having lost all hope in ever retrieving her son back from Soumya.
Harman: "Main nahin bhula Preeto meri maa hai aur aap merey bauji per main yeh bhi nahin bhula keh Soumya meri patni hai. Main issey ilaaj key liye London ley jaa raha huun. Kiya ho payega mujhey nahin pata lekin jo bhi ho main dusri shadi nahin kerunga. Soumya key saath hii rahunga saari umar." His tone was final, he turned to watch Soumya cry mutely. Her lovely face wet with tears, her hand covering her mouth in an attempt to remain silent. How could one not love someone as innocent as her, every fiber in his body treasured her.
Harman: "Main tujh sey yeh vaada kerta huun Preeto keh pota poti to terey hongey aur teri hii godh main kheleingey lekin iskey liye main dusri shadi nahin kerunga." He promised his mother. Yes, he was not going to forget that he had responsibilities towards his own parents too who loved him unconditionally and who he could not abandon for anyone in this world.
The family left wordlessly, there was nothing to say he had made his grave in their view and was now going to lie in it. He closed the door after their departure returning to his wife who as he asked had remained silent throughout the showdown. Taking her in his arms he cradled her gently. It was too tiring, his frazzled nerves were close to snapping but he couldn't lose it, a lot rode on his sanity.
Harman: "Soumya ro nahin," he spoke softly caressing her silken tresses, breathing in her floral fragrance.
Didn't do much to stop the salt water flowing from her eyes, he sighed and lay on the bed with her in his hold. It was a relief that they were to leave the day after he couldn't bear the claustrophobic environment anymore, he wanted to live and laugh with Soumya. To see her happy. To get her treated and to be able to show his parents that he wasn't missing much in life. All of that needed time and patience which his family was not in a mood to give. Then again he was Harman Harak Singh, he was the hero everyone dreamed of being, he got to live it.
Soumya heard him sigh and looked up to see him gaze at her intently. "Kiya hua bas aansu khatam, mujhey to laga abhi buhut stock baaqi hai tumharey paas," he grinned mischievously.
"Harman jee aap meri wajah sey" she wanted to say a lot more when Harman cut her midsentence. He did not want her to roll in self-pity anymore and decided to divert her attention.
"Mera naam kiya hai Soumya?" he inquired smiling at her while she searched his countenance for his state of mind. "Kiya matlab?" she was confused. She tried to get up but Harman held her to him in a tight embrace.
"Mera naam kiya hai?" he had repeated enjoying her soft presence in his hold. "Harman jee" she answered innocently.
"Harman jee nahin hai. Jab main paida hua tha Preeto ney mera naam Harman rakha tha, Harman jee nahin." He clarified to a relieved Soumya.
"Oh acha!" She smiled through her tears. This childlike quality of hers enamored Harman. Rolling over he pinned her underneath him.
"Ab batao naam kiya hai?" he asked seductively making her color.
"Harman je
e," she breathed softly.
"Jab tak theek sey nahin bologi jaaney nahin duunga," he promised huskily trailing soft kisses along her jawline, kissing away her tears.
"Kiya naam hai mera?" he asked again.
"Harman jee" she whispered, her eyes shy as she turned her cheek to him.
"Kiya naam hai?" he inquired cupping her face aligning it to his mouth.
"Harman.." Soumya reacted when he had crushed his mouth to hers silencing her passionately.
Soumya's hands had gone around his neck deepening their kiss; she too loved him from the very core of her being. True she couldn't feel their kiss as profoundly as a woman would've but to her, the mere fact that she got a chance to live like a normal woman was more than enough. She was excited on her new journey with her husband and vowed to herself to bear all pain if it were to bring closer to him. Nothing was more important to her than Harman, not even her own life because he was her life. Much later when he broke the kiss and a breathless Soumya found the nerve to meet his eyes he winked at her.
"Kiya naam hai mera?" he asked yet again.
"Harman!" Soumya replied burying her face in his broad chest and he laughed his first in a long time.
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