
Arnav
My bags packed, I was ready to leave for Mumbai. Di had been annoyed that I was just suddenly leaving like this, but she couldn’t say much. I was leaving for work after all. But regardless, she walked into my room, and I knew she was going to try and convince me to take them with me one last time.
“But if you’re going for a long time then you should take Nimisha and Pari with you.”
“Di, I’m going for work. It’s not a holiday.”
“I know, but it’s not good for you to be away from your wife and daughter for so long.”
“Di please. If I take them, they’ll just be a distraction.”
“Chote, your wife and your child are meant to be your priority.”
I didn’t want to lose my temper with Di but Di wasn’t the same as she used to be. She was so much more forceful and there was so much more friction between us. Even while we were growing up we didn’t argue as much as we did now.
“Di please!”
“What please? You can argue all you like but Nimi and Pari are the most important people in your life. You’re still hung up over her when…”
“Don’t. Don’t say anything against Khushi.”
“You still defend her and care for her, but did she care for you? She just left you.”
“Di please. Just leave okay.”
I hated speaking to Di like that, but I couldn’t bare it when she started to speak about Khushi like this.
“You may not be able to accept the truth Chote, but one day you will realise that while you pined over her, you missed out so much with Nimisha and Pari.”
Turning away, Di left. I seriously don’t understand her sometimes. Initially when I wanted to marry Nimisha, she was against it and went and found Khushi. Now that I’m in love with Khushi, she expects me to accept Nimisha? My life is a joke and this is one of the main reasons why I need to get out of this house.
Stuff packed, passport and boarding pass in my pocket, I was ready to leave. I looked around my bedroom, making sure that I had picked up everything when Nimisha arrived in front of me.
“Hey.”
“I need to go, I’ll miss my flight otherwise.”
“Arnav, I know you have time.”
Sighing, I let go of my suitcase and folded my arms across my chest.
“What is it?”
“I know you aren’t sure when you’re going to be back, but it’s Father’s Day in about a month. Will you be back in time so that you can take Pari to the Father’s Day functions at her school?”
“I don’t know when I’m going to be back. As for the Father’s Day functions, maybe it’s time you got Pari’s real dad to take her.”
She stood her, her shoulders down. She looked exhausted.
“Arnav… When will you accept us? Pari is your daughter! She doesn’t have any other dad! When will you accept her?”
“I can’t accept her because I know she isn’t mine. Nimisha, no matter what you say, no matter how many times you try to convince me we did it at a party whilst in a drunken state, I still won’t believe you. I know I’ve never touched you like that and I know Pari can’t be my kid.”
“But she is! And I’m your wife!”
“Look, I need to go.”
I pushed past her with my things. Six years on she was still trying to convince me that Pari was my daughter when I knew that she couldn’t be. I don’t know what Nimi’s game is, and frankly I couldn’t care less any more. Yes it was hard, having them there all the time, but generally, I didn’t care. Their presence didn’t make much of a difference to me. Sometimes I did feel harsh, treating Pari the way I did. After all she was just a child, innocent, she had no faults of her own. But her mother left a bitter taste in my mouth, had ruined my life, and because of that I couldn’t look at Pari the way I should’ve.
As far as Nimisha being my wife went, yes she was my wife, but not in my eyes or the eyes of the law. As me and Khushi never legally separated, Khushi is still my legally wedded wife.
When Nimisha arrived saying that she was pregnant with my child, Di was adamant that we had to marry in order to save both Nimisha’s name and the name of the Raizada family. I didn’t have much of a choice. I received pressure from everyone to marry Nimi and by this point Khushi had already left me. I fought, saying that I couldn’t and that I wouldn’t, but not a single member of my family listened to me. So I married Nimisha. But the law doesn’t recognise this marriage as I’m still married to Khushi, and so lawfully Nimisha doesn’t get anything from me. And she hasn’t got anything from me. She hasn’t got a penny of my more, nor has she got an ounce of my affection. She may be my wife in a religious sense, but I’m not a religious person. So this marriage and her, mean nothing to me. I’ve never treated her as my wife, never touched her, and I never will. For me there’s only Khushi.
Pushing all those thoughts away, I went looking for Payal. Her bedroom door was shut, so I assumed she was inside. Knocking on her door, I waited. Moments later, Payal came to the door.
“Do you need something bhai?”
“Can I quickly speak to you before I leave?”
Moving out the door, she let me inside her room. I shut the door behind me.
“Payal has Khushi sent any letters?”
“No, I haven’t heard from her in a while.”
“Do you have any of the letters she sent you?”
“I keep all of them, you know that.”
“Is there any sign of an address on any of them?”
“We’ve been through this before. There is absolutely no way to trace where she is from those letters.”
Over the past six years, Khushi had been writing letters to Payal. I never received a letter from her, I didn’t hear anything from her after she left. But knowing that she was in touch with Payal was reassuring. At least I knew she was out there somewhere and she was still thinking about us.
“I wish I could write back to her once. Just once. There’s so much I want to tell her, so much I want to ask her… She doesn’t even know about me and Akash or about Akshay.”
Tears fell down Payal’s face. As much as Payal tried to hide her pain, I always saw it. When she and Akash first got married, it was hard for her, very hard. Knowing she was at her sisters in law’s house but her sister wasn’t here any more. Payal held me responsible for Khushi leaving and I could understand why. She, like everyone else, thought that Pari was mine.
I tried brushing away Payal’s tears but she pushed my hand away and got to her feet.
“Please, just go away.”
It didn’t even anger me, the way she spoke to me. I understood why she disliked me so much. But I needed her to know and accept the truth. But she couldn’t. Grabbing hold of my things once more, I left her room and made my way downstairs.
At the door, Nani and mami were waiting for me. They both wished that I had a safe journey and that I arrived back home soon. I was just about to cross the threshold to leave, when I heard little feet run across the house towards me.
“Papa, papa, wait!”
I watched as Pari came running, moving as fast as her little legs would carry her. Finally she arrived by me and hugged my legs.
“Come back jaldi papa.”
It was awkward and uncomfortable. I wanted to hug her, because she was a sweet child, but at the same time I wanted to push her away, after all she was the reason that Khushi wasn’t with me. I settled for something in between. Patting her head, I told her I’d be back soon and I took my leave.
*****
Upon arriving in Mumbai, I suddenly felt so much more free, so much happier. As much as I loved my family, living at home became suffocating. There was this constant pressure to accept Nimisha and Pari, but I couldn’t do it. I know some people, after all these years, would have given in, would have started to accept their circumstances. They would have probably been glad to be reunited with someone they once believe they were in love with. But I couldn’t. Maybe if things had been different between me and Khushi, maybe I would have accepted Nimi by now, but I couldn’t. Me and Khushi hadn’t even been married 6 months when we were ripped apart. We were still very much in the honeymoon phase of our relationship, definitely not ready to part ways. And maybe that’s why I can’t move on. I can’t move on knowing that I was far from done with Khushi.
Over the years I searched high and low for Khushi. I left no stone upturned to find her, but my efforts had been futile. I couldn’t find her. I assumed she’d probably changed her name to ensure that no one recognised her as being associated with the Raizada’s, but I hadn’t expected her to drop her maternal name as well. There was no sign of Khushi Kumari Gupta or Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada anywhere.
At one point I thought maybe she had left India, but after tracking her passport, it became clear that Khushi hadn’t left the country. Khushi was still in India, but I didn’t have the slightest clue where. She was hiding from me and in these six years, she’s failed to let her guard down, failed to leave a trail. She vanished, but I knew in my heart that I would find her. She couldn’t just walk away from me like that. I would find her.
I did think maybe in all this time Khushi had started her life again. Maybe she got married to someone else. She may even have her own child with someone else, but in my heart I knew she wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. She loved me as much as I loved her, she wouldn’t just give up on me like that, would she?


