Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (books for men to read .txt) 📗

“Then what should I have done. We were toxic for each other vihaan." She cries out. That toxic word again.

“Then you thought of leaving me. You could have tried to redeem the love which we had. You could have tried to make me understand that the baby will make our bond more strong. You just left and this was your cowardice. You are a coward Disha. You turned your head away from our love." I shout. I still don't feel anything about that baby but if she would have tried to have me understand I could have. Doesn't everyone says that vihaan does whatever disha's heart desires. I turn away from her. This was wrong. It was wrong to come here. I shouldn't have come here.

"I am sorry vihaan. I am sorry. I am sorry." I hear her say but I don't turn just like she never came to see me even once. Never called to know if I am all right. Just like her.

While going out I lift the bottles of red wine from the waiter. Getting inside my car I throw it on the passenger seat and roar the engine. My sight falls on my palm. The blood of my palm smears the steering wheel. I stop the car infront of a quite road and come out. I seat at a random bench. I open the cap of one of the bottles and attach it to my lips.

I want her to be gone back to from where she came. I had got accumulated to my life but she had to come to ruin it all. And she had the audacity to ask about my well being.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you following me" I grumble. He was the one who had took her away from me.

“I just want to sit. Besides it's a public road and public bench anyone can sit on it." As soon as I hear him I stand up. On wobbly legs I make my way to the car.

“Vihaan let's forget everything for this night. Let's be best friends for these few hours. lets forget about our hate for each other." I turn and again sit on the bench. I don't know why I am seating here but my heart doesn't want to listen to my brain and this time I give my brain rest for few hours.

“So how are you?" He ask. He takes hold of my injured hand but jerk it off. He again takes it and I don't protest this time. As he ties a handkerchief on my palm I say lau

A laugh escapes me“What's up with everyone asking this same question. Am I not looking a happily married man?" I reply back. He takes hold of my injured hand but I jerk it off. He again takes it and I don't protest this time. As he ties a handkerchief on my palm I give him another bottle of wine. He takes a sip.

“I don't know. According to me you are not looking even a little bit happy with your wife. By the way didn't you got another girl? Why that bitch soniya?"

“Do you really think I married that bitch?" I am so going to regret this tomorrow.

“What do you mean?"

“Why did you bought her here?" instead of answering him I ask another question. He must have understood that I don't want to talk more about that because he doesn't ask more about that.

“I wanted her to be with me on my very special day."

“Lie. If you really wanted her then why didn't you bought her on your wedding or when you became dad?" I reply. I again take a huge sip of my wine. I have seen him with his son and the way he has a calm and the happiest smile on his face tells me that he really enjoys being with his son. Does it really makes one happy being a parent?

“Yeah right. You got me their. But I can't tell you." I nod my head fully understanding him. So we really can't tell each other everything now.

“Do you remember that we used to tell each other our every secret even if they were our darkest secrets."

He laughs. “Yeah. We did. And you know that I have not touched wine for years but today I am drinking as if it's a routine"

“Because you only drink with me brother." I reply.

“Yeah you are right. You are the one who got me the habit of drinking at the first place." We both laugh at that.

After sometime I say “You know it sucks."

“What do you mean?" he ask. I give him another bottle of wine as his earlier one got empty.

“That realising everything you believed in is a completely utter bullshit...sucks. You know destiny and  soulmates and true love and all that childhood fairytales non sense." I reply.

“You know what just let life give whatever he his giving you with open arms. And about this everything sucks thing, it's going to get better." No it's never going to get better. Nothing can be redeem now. Can a broken pencil be redeem? The answer is no. And our life and love is also same. Once broken it can never be redeem.

After that we both remain quite just enjoying each others company. Just like old times. I am sure from tomorrow we will start hating each other again.

“Hey. You there?" I ask.

“I am here only where would I go?"

“Tell me something. How does it feel to be a dad?" I ask. I don't know from where this question came and curiosity got the better of me.

“I don't know how to put it but it feels good. I feel complete. I was on cloud nine when he first called me dad. Whenever I am with him I forget about everything. I love when he talk gibberish or.... from his language complains to me. It feels good when he holds your hand with his tiny one. You know his hands are smaller than our index finger. When doctor gave him to me first time I was so afraid. Afraid that if I hold him too tightly he would break. You know when I am busy in my work he starts crying just to get my attention. I tell you he is an attention seeker."

“Hm." I say. I don't know what to say anything except this. Will I also had felt completeness when I had that baby in my arms. I doubt that. Except from Disha no one can give me that feeling.

“You know my family was furious when they saw you there."

“You think I don't know." I reply. Even if they hate me I don't. The only people I hate are Disha, this man, and dad. And they are right to hate me. I should have told the whole baby thing clearly to them. I just told them that it was a petty fight. I didn't know that the baby thing will be taken this much seriously.