Non-erotic The Scarface I Hated by Trambak

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I could understand Imran's happiness on his mother's return and it was natural for him to celebrate but I had to join college and felt a little bad for missing out. I grudgingly informed them about the college and everyone were quiet. Finally, Imran said in an indifferent tone, "Well, duty is a duty and we must not stop you. You go. I, Sumitra and mother will enjoy." Though unreasonable, I was annoyed at him. He did not even request me once to stay back. His mother had suddenly become his priority. Irritated, I curtly left the table, got ready and left for the college. They continued talking and did not even say goodbye.

On my way to college, I thought about the strange human mindset. It was painful to see people turn their back on you who you thought would never do so. Situations dictated the behaviour of humans. Once the difficult times were over, they forgot everything till a new predicament surfaced. I did not blame Imran, he had suffered enough and the sudden appearance of his mother naturally unsettled him. Although I was responsible for the reunion, it would have been too selfish and immature of me to have claimed that. It was a job that I had volunteered and was not forced to do. But, it was Kiana's behaviour that hurt me. She did not speak a word to me since last night. What did I do to deserve such coldness? Where did I go wrong?

Distressed, I reached the college. I remained upset the whole day. Small little mistakes by students irritated me. Finally, the day ended but I did not feel like going back. The place I thought was my home was being snatched away. Still, I returned. Near home, Suresh was waiting for me. He informed me that the three of them had gone to see a movie and the house was locked. He was to take me to the workshop for a couple of hours till they returned. That was the final straw. Had Suresh not been such a nice boy, he would have been in danger of some serious physical damage. Clenching my teeth, I allowed him to take me to the workshop where I had to wait in the reception for two hours (Mr Desai was on leave and his office was locked). At last, Suresh was kind enough to take me back to the house that I wrongly thought to be my home.

As I entered, I found a complete transformation and there was lovely decoration all around. Mr Desai and many others were sitting around and for a moment I thought that I may have entered a wrong house. But Kiana was there in all her enigmatic self. And Imran was there smiling at me. Sumitra too was standing in one corner. What was happening, I did not know. What was I to do? Kiana came forward, kissed me on my forehead and escorted me inside holding my hand. To my great surprise, I found Shubhra Mukherjee (nowadays I called her Shubhradi) sitting on the dining table. She chuckled, "Don't be surprised Meher. Kiana and I are good friends. Actually, Imran invited me and I wouldn't have missed it for anything." I was completely lost so I stopped thinking about explanations.

Kiana pulled me to the centre of the room and started speaking. She spoke with confidence. She had a charming voice that attracted everyone at once. She said, "I wish to say something and I will not get this opportunity again. I have been living away from my son for five years. I had taken this decision because I strongly felt that Imran had deviated from the path that me and my dead husband Indra thought was right. I may have been wrong but at that time it was a decision that I felt was correct. Both of us have gone through very difficult times especially him. Imran has shown a strength of character of which I am proud of. Everyone makes mistakes and to recognize and to correct that is not an easy task."

She paused for a moment, assimilating her thoughts and continued, "But this is not about me or Imran. Today, it is all about Meherunissa, my beloved Meher who has made me feel the strength of love all over again. She has singlehandedly brought us back to life. From death. Had it not been for her, my family would have crumbled to dust. Words of thanks will do no justice because by doing it I will only demean her. Though she is much younger to me, I for one find a mother in her in whom I could put all my faith in." And she stopped.

She looked at me and said, "I am really sorry that we played such a miserable prank on you this morning. It was all Imran's idea. Let me hand over the culprit to you forever. Deal with him as you please. I suggest, severely!"

And she called Imran to her side. He was flashing his stupid smile at me. I looked the other way. Surely, I would deal with him later. I was overwhelmed by the words of Kiana. For a moment, I was feeling that she was talking about someone else. It was so unreal. Apart from my headmistress in my college no one ever had anything good to say about me (except Imran! But he was always saying good things. He could be least counted upon to give an honest opinion).