Bald Widow and Mr Perfect Barber's Love Story climax : English
Two years passed. Sagar was twenty-two now. His name had grown in the town. His 10 Barber shops stood at every corner of the town. He had grown financially and socially. He had built a decent house for his mother. One afternoon, a doorbell rang at Ramesh’s house. Ramesh opened the door and frowned on seeing Sagar. “What now?” Sagar smiled calmly and handed over a marriage card. Ramesh’s face softened. “So you’re getting married,” he said, almost relieved but froze when he got to know that it was not his marriage but his mother's marriage that too at this age. He stepped aside. Jahnvi came down the stairs. She stopped midway when she saw him. Sagar stood taller now, dressed neatly like a gentlemen. Jahnvi wore simple white saree and her hair had grown into a short boy-cut length and the small tuft still there tied behind. Their eyes met for a moment and Sagar felt the same love feeling returning to his mind but now he was mature enough and knew how to express his feeling in better way so he just left the house leaving them in surprise and confusion. That evening, Jahnvi sat alone by the window.
Sagar understood the meaning behind it and stayed silent. After that, days passed. Sagar started coming to the clinic often. Sometimes for his mother, sometimes for nothing. His main intention was to see jahnvi, to speak with her, to spend time with her. Jahnvi saw him every time. She ignored him on the outside but they used to speak secretly near the storeroom. Jahnvi started to love sagar though she didnt tell in words but her love was understood by sagar. One afternoon, Ramesh came to the clinic for casual checkup and saw Sagar and jhanvi talking to each other, sagar was playfully irritating Jahnvi and she was smiling and enjoying that. They were so mesmerised by each other that they didnt notice ramesh and continued their playfulness. A week later one evening, the news reached to Sagar that Ramesh had fixed a marriage for Jahnvi. Pooja told him that the groom was Karthik who had government job and settled in life. Sagar stood alone on the road, the clinic lights glowing behind him, feeling something inside breaking again but this time it was hard and was unable to digest and was very painful. Sagar waited for the right time.
One evening, he met Ramesh alone at the park. Both sat facing each other. “I didn’t come to beg you uncle” Sagar said quietly. “I came to speak properly and straightly” Ramesh looked at him. “Okay say then.” “You asked about age. yes i am 2 years younger than jahnvi but even virat yash nick and others were younger to their wife. Talking about income i run 10 shops in the town and have good status money and will keep your daughter in law with love not just luxury” Ramesh listened without interrupting. “Caste and class, i didn’t choose them and yes i can surely tell you nobody can love jahnvi as i loved her.” Ramesh leaned back. “Nice, you have learnt to talk well” he admitted. “But my answer is still no.” Sagar nodded. “At least you knot to know about my ability” he said and went away trying to accept the truth. The engagement day came. The house was filled with people. Jahnvi sat quietly, smiling from outside but sad and broken from inside. Ramesh noticed her hands tremble slightly. Her smile faded whenever nobody were watching her. Later, passing near the inner room, Ramesh stopped and heard voices.
“I didn’t say anything to him,” Jahnvi said softly. “I kept quiet for uncle’s respect.” Pooja replied, “But you love Sagar and wanted to start a new life.” Jahnvi stayed silent for a moment. “Yes. But some love are untold,” she said. Ramesh stood still, listening. That night, he sat alone. The noise of the house felt distant. He closed his eyes slowly and made his decision he called karthik's father and cancelled the marriage. The next morning, Sagar went straight to Jahnvi’s house with determination. Leela opened the door, “Now why did you come?” she said as he stepped aside. Sagar announced fearlessly “Aunty, uncle… I have something to say, It’s about Jahnvi and me. our future our life” Ramesh folded his arms. “Okay speak,” he said. “I know you think this is impossible,” Sagar said. “But I love her. I’ve loved her since the day I first saw her. And… she loves me too.” Ramesh froze and called, “Jahnvi, come downstairs.” She came down slowly, her eyes red, shoulders trembling. When asked, she only sobbed softly, looking at the floor. Sagar stepped forward. “I don’t care about caste, age, or that she is a widow.
I care only about her. I earn well, run my shops, can provide good for her.” He paused, then spoke louder, “She is still a virgin. She hasn’t given herself to Santosh and not yet enjoyed her life properly.” The house went completely silent. Ramesh’s eyes softened. He asked gently, “Jahnvi… is this true?” She nodded as tears fell from her eyes, everyone were unable to digest the truth. Sagar continued, “I will respect all customs, perform every ritual. If you want i will even shave her head every week like you needed.” Ramesh and Leela were astonished seeing their deep true love. Jahnvi lifted her chin. “Please… consider our love. Don’t decide for me, i respect your words but please its my request agree for our love marriage” she said clearly, as she spoke up first time for herself loudly. Ramesh and Leela looked at each other, realizing how close they were to destroying those innocent lives. After discussion they both nodded. “We understand and agree for that” Leela said softly and added. “So… From nowonwards no head shave , you are free jahnvi”
But Jahnvi smiled with tears in her eyes. “Thanks but, Shave my head sagar, now only” The room froze. Every eye followed her. The room fell silent after Jahnvi spoke. Everyone asked her why. Leela was worried, Ramesh was confused. Jahnvi looked at all of them once and turned to Sagar. “Santosh loved my long hair, If i start growing my hair long, it will reminds me of him.” she said. Her fingers moved to her short hair. “Shaving it… as my head shave was the main reason for us to meet. With you, this is not loss. It is my choice.” Sagar didn’t speak. His eyes were wet, his hands trembling slightly. Jahnvi stepped forward, held his hand, and turned to the room. No one argued after that. She led Sagar to her room and closed the door. She removed her pink kurti as sagar smiled with shyness. From a small wooden box, she took out a wrapped razor and placed it in his palm. “I kept this as your memory because i knew you will come one day and shave my head.” Sagar swallowed hard. “Shall i start shaving your head?” She nodded kissing him on his lips.
“Do it like you always do. Slowly with love.” He wet her hair carefully, the way he always used to do with love care and affection. As the razor moved, they spoke quietly. “You changed your whole life sagar” she said. He smiled sadly. “Because you were my inspiration jahnvi.” Hair fell away on her bra and leggins. He left a nice tuft behind her head . When he finished once, she touched her head and whispered, “Shave it once again… smoother and shinier.” She removed her bra and his shirt as they hugged tightly. She applied soap gently by herself on her head and he began shaving her head smoothly. Sagar then took her to bathroom and they began having sex inside the shower and they enjoyed to the fullest. sagar was happy as he finally succeeded in his mission and jahnvi was happy that she was finally started enjoying her life like before. Their love was not acceptable in the society like their age their cast their status but their dedication and determination was strong and their love was pure which stayed together strongly.
Comments
Post a Comment