"Nehi" he crossed his legs and dugged his face, vigorously nodding his head, unable to accept the truth. The realization had hit him hard this time. "Ha Barrister Babu ha" said his conscience, whom he was imagining. "Nehi nehi nehi" he banged his head to his knees, "nehi".

"Ha Barrister Babu Ha" said his conscience, one dressed in barrister robes other dressed in tennis attire.

"Kitne ziddi ho tum Anirudh, abh man bhi lo" they laughed hysterically at him and started Chattering in front of him. He held his palms to his ears and shouted his lungs out, "Chup chup chup! Chup ho jao".

"Hum chup ho jayenge to sach badal jayga kya?" said his conscience in tennis attire.

"Nehi nehi nehi!"

"Acccha Barrister Babu zaara apne ankho par hath rakhna" said his conscience. He felt tears in his hands.

He looked at his tears as if he has never seen them before, "nehi" he murmured softly.

"Haaa" the two conscience said together and laughed. "Ha ;ha; ha".

"Ha" shouted Anirudh on top of his voice in the most wild and ferocious way.

"Kya kaha tumne dobara kehna?" said his conscience.

He covered his mouth as if he said something wrong.

"Kya kaha tumne?" They repeated the question.

"Ha, pyar...hogaya" he choked, "pyar ho gaya hain mujhe" he was unable to believe in himself. Ghust of emotions jittered in his mind. He crossed his legs again and cried his heart out, "pyar karne laga hu mein par kaise huya ye?" His words became unclear and mixed up due to sobbing.

The papers were kept on the table consisting of both their signatures. There were lights everywhere except the study and in his life that remained dark and gloomy and echoed with the voice of his crying.

He picked up the bottle and finished it in one go. After finishing, he kept it aside and took a deep breath.

They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self-defence, and so perhaps he can credit this natural passivity with his willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach him more about his true nature and how fragile he is.

He, without thinking twice held another bottle and drank it in one go, in one breath. Not that he had never drank alcohol, he did, occasionally but there is a huge difference to drink in order to celebrate joy and drinking in order to forget the pain.

When you cannot control your heart to weep, you drink to control your body not to portray that weeping heart through tears in front of others.

It was his tears that kept his soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry him forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remembering, and maybe one day erase itself from his brain.

God knows how much that poor girl cried all these days, to what extent her heart was broken which had already turned into dust. Anirudh killed her little by little each day but today he was crying her tears, he was dying her death.

"Mujhse ye nehi hoga!" He shouted at himself on top of his voice, banging his fist to the floor

It is said the realization of true love is the most beautiful thing ever but for him, it turned into a nightmare. He was regretting but he knew he cannot do it now, the damage is done.

Shakespeare said:

"Once done cannot be undone." - Macbeth