She immediately held his collar, "k..kya keh rahe hain ap apko pata hain?" Her voice broke while she almost choked, her lips were shivering so much that her voice was unclear, she smiled in pain, "a...ap mazak kar rahe hain na mere sath?" She laughed with tears expecting him to laugh back and say it is a joke.

He looked away and closed his eyes but she cupped his face and made him turn towards her forcefully, "ap meri ankho mein dekh k ye dobara kahiye".

He remained silent and removed her hand but she cupped his face again, "ap chahe meri jaan mang lijiye par ye mat mangiye".

She was acting like insane, a mental person sometimes laughing thinking it to be a joke then again crying. She started laughing then her laughter turned into a cry of agony.

Putting her arms around his neck, she snuggled in him, "ap please keh dijiye ki ap jhoot bol rahe hain. Ap mere sath itna bara anyai maat kijiye".

Her tears made his shirt wet. For the first time, he didn't reciprocate the hug as her hand were beside him and he was looking up trying not to break down in front of her. He tried to separate her from him but she wanted to stay like that and only murmured while crying, "please ap mere sath aisa maat kijiye".

Closing his eyes and mustering up courage, he pushed her away with a force leaving her in a state of shock, "mere paas maat ao, na tum meri mohabbat ho nahi patni".

She held the table for support when her feet trembled hearing thus and she was about to fall.

"Maine bass tumse ek choti si chiz manga hain, ek dastakhat, ye hain mera Gurudakhshina" he said sternly, rather heartlessly.

Even after seeing the person in front of him was broken, shattered, and ground into the earth. It is so easy to break a person, it takes so very long to repair.

He kept the paper on the table and left the room. She slowly sat on the ground, her head resting on the table. She had no expression on his face, emotions in her eyes and movement in her body. The river of tears in her eyes had dried up. She kept staring at the front wall without blinking as if it is not her eyes but a glass pane with no vision. Anybody would mistake her with a dead for sure.

This will be a long track with many other tracks added to it. The major theme of the book is about to come.