happiness and food

Team Wordoholics : Chapter 21

Read the previous part of the story, Chapter 20 here

Shekhar was glad that when Tara and he decided to invest in this apartment, it was big enough to accommodate a study room. Personal space is a must and with the kind of work that Shekhar did for living, nothing could have been better than having a room for him. His books, study table, the laptop, the speakers, the high-rise windows, the sun light within, the unfiled chapters of novels, stationary and even the indoor plants around made him feel so comfortable. Reeling under the pressure of all what was told by the doctor, Shekhar gulped some water and stretched on the couch.

So many thoughts were running in his mind and he really needed to calm himself down. For a lot of people, personal life affects the way they behave professionally. Shekhar knew that his work was suffering and his publishers were not as happy as before because of all that was going on at home. The itch in the marriage was showing up and he was tired of everyday bickering and drama. Not that he loved Tara or Roohie any less but a relationship is like a sine wave – after the crest it was the time for a trough.

He was realizing that not trusting Tara was the right thing to do. She changed so much from a loving and caring wife to an irresponsible mother and life-partner. So what if she was successful in her career? She might have be a successful woman at work but she was a failure at home. She had no time for Shekhar and they started growing apart. Shekhar knew that Aryan was Tara’s first love and every time, he felt frustrated on Tara’s behavior, he knew he was unknowingly being compared to Aryan. Suspicion is the poison of any relationship and it had started showing up in this one too.

After all what doctor said, Shekhar was deeply hurt. He wanted a loved one nearby. He wanted a shoulder to lean on but he was all alone. He was hurt and there was no one with whom he could share all this. With this thought and a turmoil within, he repeated to himself his favorite lines,

“I am only one, but still I am one.

I cannot do everything, but still I can do something;

and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.”

This email had been sitting in his inbox for quite some time now. He knew the sender and he also knew that he would not be able to take the right actions for his love for Tara. He had to share the mail contents with someone who could take this further. For Shekhar, it was the time to take action and be truthful to self. Everything else was fake and untrue. Shekhar looked at the attachments once again and sighed at the prospects. The attachment had pictures of Tara and though he could not understand the setup, he knew he was ignorant to this part of her life. Shekhar felt betrayed and his heart was in pain once again. The very next moment he knew what he had to do – and then the notification on the screen said “mail sent”.

Miles away, the only thought running on his mind was

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be”

We all are born with some mission to fulfill in life and I need to fulfill mine. I would be able to breathe my last only when I know that people responsible for my dear friend’s death have been exposed. My identity and my life are under a threat of being discovered by Alpha but so what? A life given up for the nation is the life worth lived.

Darius was a great friend and an equally nice person. Life and death play hide and seek with us every day. I am breathing today because that one day I was plain lucky and I stepped out for a puff. Had Darius come along, we would have been here together. After I heard that shot, I had no courage to even go check out what had happened. I know I am sounding like a coward and I was scared. When you know the very next moment you could stop breathing even the strongest get cold feet. I had to run for my life and glad that I did else all the secrets would have died with both of us.

I have to take down the man who was behind Darius’ death. He had shared all his research with me and his mission is now the aim of my life. I don’t want to die without sharing these little secrets.

Sending out a couple of mails with a smirk on his face, he put his laptop to sleep and walked out of his flat for one of those long walks in the city.

Read the next part of the story, Chapter 22 here

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