Non-erotic The Scarface I Hated by Trambak

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter-18

He breezed in and cried gruffly, "Suresh is missing"!!

Kiana and Sumitra concentrated on their inconsequential work with utmost gravity and in right earnest.

I seized the opportunity and said dramatically, "Oh! No! How? When? Where could he have gone?"

"God only knows. There is no news. Even his mother doesn't know." Imran was frantic.

I looked at the two mischief makers who solidly strengthened their labour.

Imran soon realized that the necessary anxiety that was expected was not forthcoming. He narrowed his brows and inspected the two intensely hardworking women and then me. He sat down with a thud. Relieved.

After some time, he said disparagingly, "Hmmm. For such a small thing, he need not have disappeared."

After a pause, he asked me sweetly, "May I know who is the mastermind?"

Being an obedient and dutiful wife, I pointed out the offenders without any qualms.

Imran got up in feigned anger and pulled Sumitra's braids and said severely, "Next time you try any such stunt, I will call off your marriage to Suresh!"

Well, that was some news. Me and Kiana turned to look at Imran with surprised but probing eyes.

Sumitra turned red with embarrassment and ran to her room.

Imran momentarily scratched his head and said, "What? What's wrong with the match?"

Kiana remarked scornfully, "Since when have you started matchmaking? From your own I presume!"

I was about to object! Poor Imran was only a pawn (though wilful) in the conspiracy but the twitch at the corner of her lips was a dead giveaway and I controlled myself in time.

Imran lamented in a (very) sad voice, "Yes. If the mother is not interested in settling his son, what else can he do?"

The discussion was veering towards dangerous territories and there was all round melodrama (false though). To spice things up I added with mildly inflated enthusiasm, "Maa, since Suresh is unwell, you can come with us."

Kiana pointed her crooked fingers at me and said with contempt, "So that you can push me down the cliff and get rid of me? Sorry, I wish to live longer till I have six grandchildren who would pester you so much that only then you would understand how devious children are!"

"Six?" Both me and Imran exclaimed in unison.

Imran pointed a finger at me and said sullenly, "Here, Meher wants children. Ask her."

I pounced on him playfully and said, "Right you are! But not six. Maybe... Two?"

Imran wailed, "Do you have any idea what a nuisance they are. And can we afford them?"

Kiana interjected, her brows slanted upwards "Yes, children are pests. Just look at yourself. And you have the stupidity to speak about expenses. Meher! How do you tolerate him?"

Suddenly Imran brightened up and walked up to Kiana and held her by her shoulders and said, "Maa. Forget the children. Both of us together can pester you more than the children. I promise."

And then with a small pause said wistfully, "Stay with us."

The inner desire of Imran was not lost on Kiana who looked fondly at her scarred son. Were her eyes moist? I thought so. She finally said in a small voice, "I can't. You know that."

Imran looked the other way in anguish.

And she looked at me for support.

I took her hands into mine and said earnestly, "Maa! Stay with us. No, stay with me. Please."

Filled with pain, she said, "Meher, don't make me weak. You know. I have to go back."

Kiana's inner strength was under severe duress. Her face contorted, she violently shook her head and abruptly walked out of the room. Maybe, out of our life.

Imran shouted hoarsely as she left, "Don't stay! Leave! Leave now!"

Then after a while he said in a whisper, "Who am I to you?"

He looked at me in agony, his eyes red and murmured, "Am I that bad. Will she never come back to me?"

He stood like a statue trying hard to supress his passions. I hugged him from behind. He took my hands and kept holding them as if he would never let me go. I let him. We both stood as one.