Silence Is Another Name For Being In True Love??

PART-1

Ankita never had any indication how we can lead a life with someone who doesn’t express their emotional state. She was in this utter “Fairy tale” of being with a prince charming. She always imagined that her prince would come and take her away to this faraway beautiful place where every dream came true, every face has a smile and there is never-ending happiness. Who knew this far off land can be somewhere in the heart of the person she would marry… it’s just the Fate that has to elect.

Gradually as she traversed through life, from high school to graduation, this fairy tale dream of her, was fading away. The reason was quite detestable and obvious, looking at the nature of people around. The jovial Ankita become a lonesome lass in the field where she was not able to distinguish the real good and to-be-said-good.

Like any other today’s cohort, she went into a relationship with idea of living in the present and just in an idea of being in love!! Someplace she released the thought of her prince charming. She was just happy with Aniket. Aniket was also a mediocre boyfriend any one can say. They had differences but still chalked out and went on. 

There was nothing called sparks of love! It was just a good healthy bond. Until when both worked in different companies, Things started to alter. It’s always said when situation changes, the course of life too makes a detour. Thus happened what should not have happened. Problems went from bad to worst. Both were not able to endure each other. Maybe because both were too much gripped in work or one of them had too much ego to let the other go. Ankita never figured out what went wrong and may be Aniket never thought to chalk out.

Some said she was involved with her boss, Mr. Dikshit. Abhinav Dikshit. He was a gentleman of the order. Sound and sober. A reticent man he was. Perfect as a trailblazer can be. But wretched with his life, he was left with his 2yr old daughter, Disha.

Now my readers might think, there must be some concealed fascination between Abhinav and Ankita. But apologies to my questioners, there was nothing more than a work-balance relationship with a lead and his subservient. Ankita has transformed herself from thinking of what relationship and love is. The delusion of her prince charming has completely perished. She was only looking means to endeavor in her deserted life.

As customary, Indian parents start thinking of their daughter’s matrimonial. Too many advertisements, intermediaries, and off course today’s use of matrimonial sites. But it seems, Ankita didn’t have a good fortune to have someone in her life as a life partner. Again, Soul mate was just a notion of olden times. Many a time’s good proposals were off-hand, and the worst ones were kicked out. Ankita’s parents were in bad shape to marry-off their only daughter.

It was not like Ankita was from a lowly household. Mr. and Mrs. Gupta, Ankita’s parents were well settled Medical specialists of the town. They even asked Ankita, if she has chosen someone, anyone. But as always, the answer was no. Ankita had progressively clogged the thought of being in marriage. Instead she wanted to adopt, like the trend in the unmarried elite women in the B-town does. But for the mediocre middle class family, such notions although respected were highly discouraged.

Then came that exceptional day, that day for some unknown reason, Ankita had a dream. A dream forgotten had come alive. She dreamt of a nobleman with a small kid in his hand asking her to the child’s mother. The eyes of the gentleman glistened the love and the respect, Ankita long lost the hope of. But why with a child? Suddenly she woke up surprised, startled and shaken to core. She wouldn’t stop thinking, why she has to see this dream. Her lost prince with a child of his own? May be her thought of adoption had taken the shape of her lost dream. Who knew this is what really going to happen?

Neena Auntie, Ankita’s maternal aunt had given a proposal to Mrs. Gupta for Ankita’s marriage. He was a widower with 2 years old child. Mrs. Gupta retorted saying,

“It’s not what we want for Ankita, Neena.  How can you think Ankita getting married to a widower?”

Neena auntie knew Ankita is already 32, unmarried woman, where all her younger cousins have settled, some with children. Neena auntie never had a child of her own, so she prized Ankita like her kin.

Mrs. Gupta again asked,

“You too love Ankita like your own child. Then how you can bring such”.

With this Mrs. Gupta started crying.

Neena auntie consoled her saying

“I know, Didi. But Ankita is getting old. She is getting lonely day-by-day, Can’t you see that?”

She added

“She wants to adopt a child, Didi. What will our society say?”

Mrs. Gupta was getting old and fragile with heavy diabetes. She frantically wanted Ankita to get married. So, she consoled herself and waited for Mr. Gupta to get back from the medical seminar at Delhi. When he was back, she told him about this proposal that Neena auntie gave. To her surprise, instead of getting livid like she did, he, although with heavy heart, asked for more details.

Mrs. Gupta asked her husband

“Are you okay with this proposal?”

He nodded his head. Somewhere his heart and mind was saying this is impeccable although it didn’t seemed to be. 

Mr. Gupta said her,

 “Let us first ask Ankita on this”.

Ankita, on hearing this, neither revolted nor affirmed. She just nodded to just one sentence.

“What’s his name? “

“Abhinav Dikshit”.

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Suddenly she raised up her head. Again shaken, remembering the dream she saw recently.

She asked for more details and found it was him, the noble man, her lead, her boss. This was unimaginable.

She wouldn’t say yes as it was not expected, more-ever he has a child. But she even wouldn’t say no, as somewhere she adored him as a rarest person who is best in every aspect she saw in him.

Ankita just asked,

“Does he know about this?”

The answer came was yes. And that too by Neena Auntie. She just came in. To her most astonishment, Ankita would find nothing to answer on.

Neena auntie added,

“Abhinav parents and Abhinav wants to meet you soon, if you agree on this”.

To this Ankita suddenly replied,

“Wait, Neena auntie. Let me talk to Abhinav ji first. If you allow me to do so?”

Everyone present just nodded in affirmation. They knew both Abhinav and Ankita are matured and responsible.

Ankita went to office that day. She wanted to talk to Abhinav on this. The desperation to know why and the desires and the denials were both cropping in the same place. She didn’t know what to say, how to say and even when to say. She wouldn’t even understand how she can even invite him over to talk over on this.

After huge retrospections and anticipations, she thought to drop him a mail, although she had his private number to talk on. Ankita was in state where she never thought she would be. It was neither can be explainable. She was like on being middle of the bridge, where both ends are unknown.

She wrote:

“Hi Abhinav,

Can we meet for some time at café?

Thanks,
Ankita Gupta”

She read it many times before hitting the send button. But surprisingly, Abhinav was at her desk, silently reading the email drafted and her confused behavior. After few mins, he coughed marking his presence. She was almost shocked and turned.

Abhinav answered to what even she didn’t ask him directly.

“Let’s go for a coffee”.

It was usual for others to think as they have the work discussions on the coffee table. No one bothered to think if this is topic of the day unlike those other days.

The body language, the nonverbal communication was more. There was comfort and discomfort at the same time.

Suddenly, before Ankita would ask, Abhinav said

“Do you agree over this?”

She was amazed, what would she say. If No, would clearly make a negative impression her being overambitious and if yes, it would equally make him feel as if she is anxious or she fascinated him. But she shifted that attention asked about Disha which was usual. Ankita always after a discussion asks about Disha, to which Abhinav happily answers.

But today, he answered,

“Disha is asking for her mother these days. And let me keep this straight. Please answer me yes/no?

Then In sudden matter of chance, Ankita replied,

“And you? Do you want to marry again?”

Abhinav just nodded yes and his heart have said him this long before that Disha can have best mother in Ankita.

He just said

“Please answer me, if you are interested or not?”

It was direct isn’t it my readers?

Ankita wouldn’t answer properly.

Abhinav said

“Don’t be afraid, just don’t think me as your boss, just think as a prospective “

Ankita would just say

“Yes”.

After that day, when both the parents met, it was decided. The marriage is in shortly 3 months. They wanted to keep it short and simple. This was equal request from both Abhinav and Ankita. They didn’t want this to be pomp and show. As for them Marriage was just a bond paper to be said together.

The intentions was more sublime and deeper than a commoner can think of.

Days and after, the preparations were gradually went on. All assessments for marriage was done. Abhinav and Ankita were about to be in the nuptial bonds in less than 3 months.

In these preparations, Abhinav and Ankita had not much discussions after that intense over-the-coffee table meeting. Everyone in the office came to know after the engagement ceremony was done. Although the laugh, the jest would take place. But here there was hushed up discussions of when, how and why?

Some supported saying it’s so nice of Ankita to accept such prospect, and some with obnoxious thought of illicit affairs taking up the shape of wedding.

It’s always seen that the goodness of love, the tranquility and the purity is known to the lesser mass when it was accepted or revealed in true form. There is no pure love or I should say a pure feeling when we ourselves don’t put our soul into it.

It’s always unseen, unspoken like the wind. Love is like the breeze, present, felt but invisible to eye.

Abhinav and Ankita had same which was unseen to them. If they tried to feel, there was hundreds other distractions that retracted between them, the sense of completing each other was incomplete and distance prevailed.

And the day of marriage came.

To be continued…