In his own room or in the so-called living room, Duke Poonam is not small, he gets a big push, as soon as he sees the boy Arvin. What a deep dark blue eyes! Like the calm sea under the blue sky. Thick black eyebrows are frowning at him. At that moment, Poonam realized that Arvin was not a Bengali, but a foreigner.
- When you see it, sign this paper. '
Poonam regained consciousness in Arvin's serious voice. Frightened, he hurriedly took the paper from his hand. He also took the pen to move the pen forward. But before signing, Poonam was shocked to look at the paper. He looked with exploding eyes, once at the paper and another time at Irwin. But Arvin is impassive. As if this site was a general rule.
Poonam controls herself by biting her lip. Broken and sore throat
- What does all this mean? Why are you proving yourself crazy? '
Arvin looked at Poonam with sharp eyes and the girl was trembling. However, he could not catch the expression of any feeling of trembling. So in a calm tone he replies,
- Don't be upset. Remember, I'm asking for a gift from Basar's wife at night. So hand over the gift quickly and give me a chance to give the gift too. '
Poonam could not control herself this time. He stepped forward towards Arvin and chewed and said,
- Now I'm sure you have a problem. If I was not crazy, no one would talk about divorcing a dead person. '
Irwin's vision is a little sharper. Says in a serious voice,
- It is acceptable to say you are crazy without knowing it for the first time. For the second time, I apologized for being a wife. If this word comes to my ears again, I swear .. it will be very bad. And I do not have so much patience. I will not talk about signing once again. '
Poonam sweated at the sight of Arvin. At that moment, he was startled by such a change. He signed with trembling hands and muttered,
- Oh my God! In the end I got married to a psycho! '
As soon as Poonam's signature was finished, Arvin smiled crookedly and snatched the paper from her. Fold it into a file and say,
- It's eight o'clock. You will arrange your necessary things within ten hours. Then you will not get more than a minute. We are going to Canberra on a three o'clock flight. And it's your gift from your husband. '
Arvin was not a moment late in saying that. He left his house and set foot on the incense burner.
But Poonam holds his breath, becomes wood. He is having trouble digesting Arvin's last words. Like a thunderbolt without a cloud, this terrible gift turned Poonam upside down for the second time. Trembling, he sat down on the floor. She knelt down and sobbed.
He hurriedly got a warm hand on his head and raised his head. Seeing Hridam's father, he hugged him and started crying. The father of the heart hides a sigh. He himself does not understand what can be said to comfort Poonam. How will you persuade him to go with Arvin?
He turned his hand on Poonam's head and said in a broken voice,
- Forgive me, mother. My hands are tied. Otherwise, why would anyone hand over his son's wife to someone else? '
Poonam looked at her father-in-law with a look full of surprise. You mean son's wife? My heart is dead. So what is the reason for saying that?
Before Poonam could ask her anything, she put a note in her father-in-law's hand. Said in a tone of reassurance,
- The address of a friend I know. Staying in Canberra. I can take help in any need. '
Mr. Redwan wiped away the tears and left without saying or hearing anything. Poonam just looks at him with a blank stare.
Poonam hid a sigh coming out of her chest. Pack your own bag. Everything is unnecessary except some of her own clothes but much more important to Poonam. The first gift given by the heart in the suitcase, Khali Kajal also took Kauto Tao. He also took a broken heart, a torn purse, and an empty perfume bottle. He doesn't even forget to take the empty pen left by using his heart.
Arvin came back and smiled when he saw Poonam ready. Says in a sarcastic tone,
- Wow! You are so fast! I wouldn't have known if a girl could be ready to go out so fast without seeing you. Great! I like it. '
Poonam smiled at Arvin's words. Her heart is the opposite. Whenever he went to meet her, his heart would listen to him to make him lie down. Most of the time, he used to say that he was late for cosmetics. But that is not the case. Poonam used to lie down on purpose, for the gossips called puffing of the hea.When a bunch of people woke up in the intense light, Poonam opened her eyes with a rush of annoyance. Not finding his own house, he got up and sat on the bed. He looked around and saw a completely different image on his chest or side. He is lying on the bed of a huge white house. As soon as he looked at the table attached to the bed, he regained consciousness. The picture of Arvin tied to the Golden Fame on the table shows where he is now.
Remember, he is no longer in his favorite house of his familiar house. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. He does not even know if he will be able to return to his country, his motherland. Only knows Arvin, as his destiny. Arvin is all he has, in this unfamiliar unseen foreign land.
Poonam sighed and broke the paradox. Leaving the bed, he walked towards the door. Last night and the whole day's journey was exhausting. So on the way home from the airport, he fell asleep in the car. I just woke up. He needs to know where Arvin is. Not exactly Arvin, you need to know where his suitcase is. He must be fresh. What will happen next is also unknown.
Poonam opened the door and came out. After swallowing a dry sip, he started looking for Arvin K in the surrounding rooms. But the rules are left! Disappointed at not finding anyone, he returned to his former place. That's when the strong pungent smell of burning in the light air comes to his nose. Why the smell of burning in the morning? There was no fire anywhere! He panicked in fear.
The mouth creases out to find the cause of the smell. The front door meets Arvin in front of the driveway in Peru. Arvin is making a huge coil there and burning it. Unable to suppress his curiosity, Poonam moved forward.
He stopped a few steps on all fours. As soon as Arvin throws the torn purse of his heart towards the horoscope, he can understand the reason for lighting the fire in the morning. He runs to Irwin. Dhau Dhau fire is burning the broken things of the heart. It may burn to ashes right now. A few drops of tears were shed from his fixed eyes.
Arvin does not look back at Poonam. Looking at the coil of burning fire, he says,
- Who would tolerate his ex-wife's leftovers with so much care? Tell me! Can anyone bear it? '
This time he looked at Poonam with inquisitive eyes. But Poonam is unresponsive. Nothing came of it. He began to say like himself,
- Uh! No one can. I couldn't either. So I burnt it. '
Arvin said this and stood in front of Poonam. He smiled broadly. Shakes his head and asks,
- Didn't do well, wife? '
This time too Poonam is silent. Arvin doesn't wait for an answer either. He left the place combing his hair with his left hand.
Arvin hid his eyes and sat down beside the coil of fire. She started sobbing. His trembling hands extended to the red-hot ashes of the blazing fire. Immediately the palm of the hand becomes blue. Burning is also in his mind. There is an invisible bleeding of pain in the burnt mind.
The last memories of the heart also disappear. It flies in the light air, hidden from sight.
Poonam stood up with a few long breaths. Wipe away the tears with both hands. It's been a long time, and no more! Doesn't anyone think he is human? The man died after marrying the one he loved with all his heart! He was not told why he died or how he died. Why not? He did not get the answer to this question from anyone. Everyone remained silent.
Again, not a month went by in Peru. Over and over again, emotional blackmail is used to marry a stranger. He had to leave his country within a day of marriage. Now even the slightest reason for survival was burned. He gave himself up to destiny. Silently watched, what was happening. But now we can not be silent. Not at all.
Poonam stepped inside the house with bloodshot eyes. Irwin is sitting in the drawing, with both legs on the tea table in front of the sofa. First aid box in hand. Poonam came towards him. When he could say something, Irwin pulled him over and sat him down on the sofa. He took out the ointment from the first aid and put it on Poonam's burnt hand.
Poonam smiled. Say softly,
- You put ointment on the external wound. But he did not understand the burning inside. '
- That too will heal very quickly. I'm here to fix it. You sod not to war. '
Poonam is in a terrible mood in response to Arvin's rash response. He removed his hand from her in one fell swoop.
Irwin frowned. Poonam's removed hand twisted, tightening as if to stop the flow of blood.
Poonam is a bit surprised by Arvin's sudden change. Even more astonished is his calm but solemn voice,
- You have to accept my marriage. You have to be with me for the rest of your life. You have to stay. So why let others hold the memory? In what interest? '
Poonam hid a sigh coming out of her chest. Says with a broken throat,
- I haven't been with you all my life. I was supposed to be with the heart. And I will stay with him. '
At first Poonam smiled at his words, but immediately Arvin laughed out loud again. Asks with a hushed smile,
- So you're planning to commit suicide? My God! '
He started laughing again.
Arvin's smile is burning in Poonam's body. As if pouring ghee on the fire, he said again in a sarcastic tone,
- Who said you can live with your heart when you die? '
After saying a little, he stood up. He stopped laughing and pressed Poonam's cheek. Leaning towards him, he gritted his teeth and said,
- If you want to stay with the heart, you have to go to Bangladesh. But alas! You're planning to go upstairs, Foolish Girl.
Nice story