<font face="Arial, sans-serif" color="#cc3333">This is my first ff, it is based on a story i once read quite some time ago and the GoHem situation. I have proofread it a few times, so there shouldn't be to many mistakes in it...</font>
<font face="Arial, sans-serif" color="#cc3333">Please let me know if you guys like it!</font>
Gopi walked past her son and daughter who were on the
couch. She had a worried expression on her face as she watched her husband of
twenty- five years talk to her devarji.
"Mom kya hua?" (<font color="#ff99ff">Mom what happened)</font> Her son's voice came behind
her. She turned around and saw her son with his arm around his fiance. She
secretly envied them. Shivam had no problem with showing his feelings for Rashmi
and Rashmi had no troubles in returning them. They had been together two years
and their relationship was very affectionate. After twenty- five years with Ahem
nothing was like that for them. It was always cold.
"Kuchh nahi, tum apni movie dekho Shivam."( <font color="#ff99ff">Nothing happened, you continue watching your movie Shivam)</font>Gopi
lied.
"Aap sure hain na?"<font color="#ff99ff">(are you sure?)</font>
"Haan baba, main theek hoon." (<font color="#ff66ff">Yes baba, I'm fine)</font>
Gopi listened closely to her husband's conversation
with Vishal.
"Mujhe samajh nahi aaraha yeh kaise hua hai,<font color="#ff66ff">(I can't understand how this happened)</font>"
Ahem said glaring unsteadily at the floor.
"But it did. We have to take care of it bhai. Main
akele nahi kar paonga, unki company pehle se kahi zyada strong hai."<font color="#ff66ff">(I won't be able to do it alone, their company is much stronger than before)</font>
"Alright Vishal"
"It's scary how they're back, aur woh bhi itne
strong proposals ke saath"<font color="#ff66ff">( and that to with such strong proposal)</font>
Ahem gave an arrogant laugh and just wove his hand in Vishal's
direction and said, "I fear nothing Vishal. If you do I suggest tum apni biwa ka pallu pakar ke baith jao."(<font color="#ff66ff">If you do, i suggest you just keep on holding your wife's pallu)</font>
Vishal gave his usual sweet smile (* drool*😍) and said,
"See you tomorrow."
Ahem budged a nod towards him and watched Vishal walk
off.
Gopi felt a sting inside her chest. It was too
familiar. She felt in all of the times her Ahemji was hurt.when. She knew she
had to get out of there before anyone saw the the tears that were about to pour
down her cheeks. Gopi ran up to her room and fell on to her bed. She held the
same pillow she cried into when Ahem had gone out to Switzerland without her.
Ever since she saw Ahem there was this strong
infatuation she had. He had left her haunted, he had for over twenty-five years
and it never went away. She loved the haunting, she hated it, it made her sad
and happy but mostly she had to say she loved it. This matched her
rollercoaster relationship with her husband. Their relationship had gone from
infatuation, to lust; to'she couldn't even think of it anymore.
Gopi tried to wish the vision of him out of her mind,
but no matter how hard she tried he would alwas be in every corner of het
conscience en in every beat of her heart. She belonged to him. She could never
recall when this happened. Shivam was conceived out of pure lust, atleast it
was a moment of complete weakness for Ahemji.
Of course he was only thinking selfishly of himself
and how he was going to show "JSF Company once and for all that he was the
king of the business world and no company was going to change that!"
Gopi rolled her eyes. He could never give up on that.
It was always the same old thing with him. He thought of no one but himself. He
could never consider his family in anything. But then she sadly looked down at
the shag carpeting and thought deeper about it. Normally when she thought of
that she was joking to herself, but this time it was different'
He really couldn't think of others. No matter how much
she gave herself to him he could never show himself to the fullest to her. More
tears fell out of her eyes and she silently screamed to herself. He had broken
her so many times over she couldn't count how many. She could only swallow her
feelings back down and give a push for her pride to appear.
She recollect all the times she woke up to a cold floor
and started to cry from feeling so alone. The cold floor must have been
relating to her heart as well. Her heart had frozen long ago. She wished that
she could awaken it once again. Whenever she made love with him it was
different'it was' she couldn't describe it. Her blood was hot and the ice that
held her heart became the liquid of love once again.
Gopi cursed herself silently. Making love? It was more
like hot passionate s**. Making love wasn't something Ahemji was aware of.It
never wasshe thought silently to herself.
He was never good with birthdays. He did not do anniversaries.
He never took a day of in his life except for when maaji told him to, but to Gopi
that didn't count. He never had brought her on a date and he wasn't there for
the birth of their son.
She stayed with him to cry and silently scream inside
herself every night. She stayed with him not to have her love returned. She
stayed with him to be crushed. She stayed with him only to be inferior
according to his prospective.
Dammit!She thought to herself,stop crying girl. You know when enough's
enough. Even after twenty- five years I know when things have to stop.Gopi
wiped the mascara on her cheeks away and corrected her make- up. She picked up
the phone and dialed a number she thought she would never need.
"Jai Shri Krishna Dhawal bhai, main Gopi bollo
chu. Mujhe who papers jald se jald chahiye. Ji mujhe pata hai main kiss bare mein
baat karrahi hoon, mujhe who abhi chahiye'."<font color="#ff66ff">Jai Shri Krishna Dhawal bhai,it's Gopi. I need those papers asap. Ji, i know what I'm talking about, I need them now.</font>
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