Again I have decided to put it as new post because it is too long... And I am kinda embarrassed about this chapter.. you will see why..
Krishna Mohini TS: "Life ahead"
Part-2: Freudian Slip
Krishna felt guilty. It was not her first time in Aryaman-sir's room. But she just felt weird coming here at midnight. She glanced at Aryaman-sir, who was calmly writing beside her. She shook her head at her ridiculousness. Aryaman-sir was only helping them. He was just being kind. He was always considerate towards them because they were his responsibility.
She stopped herself from overthinking.
She continued her drawing, but her mind wandered on its own. Maybe it was the effect of being in this room at this time. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about the man sitting beside her. She glanced at him again. He looked too serious while copying.
Krishna knew that Aryaman-sir was not someone who would half-ass a job. He did everything with sincerity. She admired him for that trait. She started drawing again to stop herself from thinking.
They both silently continued their work.
"I am done!" Aryaman announced as he put a full stop at the end. He looked at Krishna, who smiled and said, "I have two more drawings to complete."
He nodded and arranged the drawings with their respective descriptions.
It was already 2 in the morning. Aryaman turned his chair so that his back rested on the wall. He looked at his 'wife' as she drew some micro-organisms. He saw her hair, which she tied in a loose bun. He didn't like that bun. It seems that she always tied her hair whenever she worked. In the early mornings, when she hummed some bhajan and cooked lunch for her and her bother, those flowing locks of hair were unjustly trapped in that bun. Sometimes, Aryaman had to suppress the urge to go near her and undo her hair bun. How would her hair feel between his fingers? What would her expression be when he would do that?
Maybe his sleep drove away his shame. He gently pulled her chair towards him. She was surprised, but Aryaman did not give her any explanation. He looked at her eyes for any indication of resistance and met with none. Instead, he found her eyes filled with immense trust, respect, and something more delicate.
"Aryaman-sir?" he heard her softly call him. Again, without quenching her curiosity, he just leaned forward while his left hand held her chair in place. As a counter-action, she slowly leaned backward. His right hand stopped her by holding her head. He undid her hair bun. The dark brown tresses flowed down her shoulder like a stream from the top of a mountain. Her hair felt smooth. He saw her eyes widen in surprise, but he continued to move his fingers through her glossy mane. He inched even near ignoring a feeble voice from her that sounded something like "Aryaman-Sir?"
The moment his right hand found her left ear, goosebumps erupted all over her body. His index finger traced through the outline of her ear slowly. She tried to push him away with her hands but his left hand pulled her towards him causing her to nearly fall on his chest. Now that she was much closer, he saw her face was too red. Even the ear, which he was touching felt warm. Her flushed face and ragged breath infused a new desire in him.
He wanted more of it.
His left hand slowly moved upward her back and reached behind her neck. She squirmed as he drew circles on her neck. Her bare skin felt so comfortably soft. He continued to hold her in place despite her efforts to push him away. His right index finger traveled to her face. She shut her eyes tightly. He wiped away the tears that wetted the edges of her left eye.
His left hand drew her closer, almost causing her to sit on his lap. He longed for her to open her eyes. He yearned to sink deep into those dark orbs.
"Krishna." He called her name softly.
She shut her eyes even more tightly. Her face turned beetroot red. Her slightly parted lips beckoned him closer.
Krishna opened her eyes in shock as soon as he softly placed his thumb on her upper lip. She was scared. He caressed her face slowly with his other hand. He wanted to convey to her, through his touch, that he meant no harm. Her eyes met his intense gaze. They got lost in each other for what felt like an eternity, but slowly, she relaxed under his passionate but reassuring eyes.
As he felt her hands on his shoulder relax, he leaned forward while his thumb outlined her lips. There was no resistance in her eyes, only some hesitance. The hesitance of her innocence. The bashfulness of inexperience. Aryaman smiled and leaned forward, his eyes full of his determination. Krishna's eyes closed themselves in surrender to his resolve. Their lips almost touching...
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"Aryaman-sir!!"
Aryaman woke up from his slumber with a start, surprising Krishna, who also leaped from her chair.
"I am sorry for startling you. I just wanted to tell you that you can sleep on your bed. My work is also done." She said apologetically. She felt guilty for disturbing his sleep. He even looked like he was having a nice dream.
Aryaman did not say anything as he tried to collect his thoughts. His confusion resolved itself as his eyes landed on Krishna's hair. They were still in a loose bum. He facepalmed himself as the truth sunk in: he was the worst. Here was a girl who was feeling guilty about waking him up while being unaware of how he dreamt of her.
He composed himself and shook his head. "It's ok. Krishna. I am fine."
Krishna nodded her head. Aryaman was about to stand up when he realized that his lower body had already reacted to his fantasies. Hoping that Krishna did not notice it, he turned around and drank a glass of water to cool himself.
Thankfully, Krishna did not notice anything and packed her stuff silently, while he tried to save his dignity as a gentleman, which was now hanging by a thread.
As Krishna folded the newspaper, her eyes fell on the headlines. After coming to Mumbai, She found out that her inability to speak English was a big hurdle for her job hunt. Mohan and Aryaman-sir helped her learn the language. Mohan gave her his school textbook, and Aryaman-sir installed an app on her mobile which helped her learn the language while she traveled. Sometimes, he would send her some written messages with English sentences and ask her to send her back voice messages reading the sentences. He would then send her voice messages back... explaining her mistakes or correct way of pronunciation.
He slowly became her English teacher. So, whenever she found any difficult word somewhere that she couldn't understand she would take the picture and send it to him asking for the meaning. He would patiently explain to her.
These English teaching messages went to and fro and became part of their everyday life.
"What are you reading so intently?" Aryaman came near her.
"Oh! I am not able to understand this word." She answered as she pointed at the word.
"Falguni's Freudian slip may cost her the candidacy."
Aryaman read out the heading.
"Fru... frud..." Krishna hesitantly tried to repeat the word.
"Freudian Slip means mostly just a slip of the tongue. It is psychological. It's like when you make a mistake by accident, but it actually shows what you're really thinking deep down."
Krishna tried to comprehend. Aryaman smiled and continued. "It is not just a speaker who can have a Freudian slip, sometimes the listeners can also have a Freudian slip."
"For example, If I hated a design but have to compliment it out of some compulsion, I may accidentally say 'It's awful' instead of 'It's beautiful'. It would reveal what I actually felt about it."
Krishna nodded with a smile.
"If you were hungry and I said 'Dhoti-Kurta', you may end up hearing 'Roti-Kulcha' because that's how hungry you feel."
Krishna sniggered. Aryaman also chuckled with her. They looked at each other for some time.
Krishna felt grateful to Aryaman-sir for helping her, even though his life became a mess because of her. He was a great person to not feel resentful towards her. Krishna always prayed for his happiness along with Mohan's. She wanted him to get all the happiness he deserved. For his hard work. For his heart of Gold.
She snapped herself out of her thoughts, breaking their eye contact.
Aryaman slightly grunted to avoid the awkward atmosphere.
"I hope this helped Mohan," He said in a matter-of-fact voice. He was still feeling guilty about his wild imagination. She smiled and nodded. Aryaman picked up some somber feeling in her eyes.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Tell me..." He coaxed her to open up.
"It's just... I feel I am failiing." She started. "Things were much simpler in our Dwaraka. Now in Mumbai, I have become much more busy. I am so busy these days providing for him that maybe I am not caring or loving him as much I used to."
"I used to meet his school teachers every month. But now, I don't have time for him at all. Except for the first day in the college, I never visited his college. He started dance classes. I haven't even seen that dance academy yet. He found that place himself. He did all the joining formalities, which I should have done for him. I couldn't support him much."
Aryaman kept on looking at her, a smile grazing his lips. Krishna continued, "Mohan is mature for his age. He understands me. That is why he is not complaining. But I wonder if he feels that, I have distanced him from me."
"Krishna, you are overthinking. Mohan understands that you are doing your best for him."
"I wonder sometimes, What if our mother was still alive? Then maybe she could have loved him and provided for him together. Maybe I am lacking something, somewhere."
"Krishna... That's it. Stop this nonsense. You are not lacking in anything. You are doing more than what you could do. More than the best of your capabilities. I am sure your mother if she is watching you... she will also agree to it." Aryaman stepped closer to her.
"Krishna... You have no idea how lucky Mohan is to get a sister like you. I am sure even Mohan thinks that way. And if it is just the dance academy... I can take you there."
Krishna's eyes widened. "No, That's not required Aryaman-sir. I can go there myself."
"Why? Can't I take my wife to my brother-in-law's dance class?"
"No... That's not what I meant..."
"Then, That's decided. I'll pick you up from the factory in the evening. We will go to the dance academy together."
"But..."
"Ok. Then. It's decided Krishna."
Krishna sighed, purely defeated. She smiled and left the room. When she reached the end of the corridor she turned and waved.
"Good night Aryaman-sir"
"Yeah ... Good night... sweet dreams... I love you!"
It was only after he closed his door, he realized his blunder. He hoped against hope that Krishna might have not heard it.
But Krishna heard it, or at least she felt like she heard it. She was not sure. She blushed at the thought of Aryaman-sir saying something like that to her.
"No... no... Krishna... He probably said, "I'll see you". You must have misunderstood it. It must be as simple as that. He really did not say those words. It was just like he explained... Freudian slip.. that was it."
She reached their room. Mohan was sleeping on the table. She prodded him awake and made him sleep on the bed. While she was spreading her mattress on the floor, she remembered something else.
"It's like when you make a mistake by accident, but it actually shows what you're really thinking deep down."
Wait, does that mean, she wanted to hear that? Did she really want to hear those words from Aryaman-sir? Did she feel something for...
"No... no... Krishna, stop it. You are not supposed to feel these things for him. This family has already suffered because of you."
She shook her head to clear her mind of confusing thoughts and went to sleep. However, no matter how hard she tried to stop, she couldn't help but think about Aryaman-sir. That night, she struggled to sleep due to her clashing feelings.
THE END
P.s: Please Don't kill me
This is part-2 of a TS. If you want to read part -1, here it is:
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/krishna-mohini/5355612/krishna-mohini-ts-life-ahead-part-1
but we need a part 3 now....dont just end it there!!!
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