Consent

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The story a man and his righteousness. This man is baffled when he has to choose between two dear ones, then the role of moral righteousness comes in.

Submitted: October 02, 2017

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Chapter 1
 
"Righteousness", George scratched his white beard and said, "It all damn comes down to righteousness", and looked at Rohan.
"Fog is everything I see, where to find your righteousness?", Rohan said, his chin between his folded knees and eyes stuck in thoughts.
It was 10 in the morning when they both were seated on a bench in front of a church. The old man looked at the big cross and said, "You people of today, really, see this world as a simplified object, but it is not".
"Shut up, please", Rohan stood up being uneasy, "I don't want religious talks, I want my solution".
"Remember, son", George replied calmly, "The solution was always in front of you, it still is".
Turning to him, Rohan gave a mild shout, "Where is it? You tell me. If it is in front, why doesn't it seem to me?"
Smiling at those words, George said, "As I said, it all comes down to righteousness, see through that eyes, solution is right here".
Coming closer to him with a bend, Rohan stressed out, "My love for her is not a violation to righteousness", his eyes wide.
"I never said that", replied George climbing his eyes again to the big cross, "but if you are able to convince yourself through this, why are you seeking a solution?", Rohan, still carrying his heavy breaths, calmed his wide eyes, wanted an answer to that.
George stood up, "Son, you are young. When I say that this world is not a simple thing, I speak out of a period, one which has seen relationships break, even the loveliest but of a false base".
"I can't leave her", Rohan said.
"And what about him? Can you leave him?", asked George smilingly.
"Never", replied Rohan, looking straight into his eyes.
"For now", George said taking a sigh, "Go and talk to him. He is the one who can relieve you".
"I can't", Rohan said, "I just can't risk his condition".
"You have to do that, Rohan. There is nothing else which can fix you, believe me", said George putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Looking at the sky above, Rohan whispered, "Courage! I need it", seeing this, George smiled and walked away after paying admiration to the church cross.
 
Chapter 2
 
Rohan was in front of the mansion. He stepped into the garden and moved his eyes along the rocked curves which made its way to the enormous English-architecture willow gate. Closing his eyes for seconds, he said, "Today, it is!". After a couple of breaths, he walked to the gate, with quick but nervous steps. He gave his hand a raise to knock through the thick copper ring, but before he could, the door opened.
"What a dilemma", said a man while unbuttoning his coat. Rohan looked at the man with his stirring eyes. "What a dilemma for me", the man continued, "the person whom I shall throw out of my house has to be welcomed".
"I have done nothing to put you into that dilemma", Rohan said, his eyes were still underconfident. Listening to this, the man stepped closer to Rohan, grabbed his collar and said, "Remember, you are here just because of my son. I don't know why but he loves your friendship more than us"
"And that is...", said Rohan as he took a step back to relieve his collar, "because we are not just friends, we are brothers", upon hearing this, the man laughingly said, "Oh brothers? really? Then mind it, Rohan, but you have betrayed your brother a long way. A brother doesn’t have an eye for his brother’s girl".
Rohan listened to it as each of those last words from the man was hammering on his chest, but he swallowed it, he had to. Taking his eyes off the old man, he started walking off, as he passed him, the man warned, “Don’t let my son ever know about you and her”. Rohan listened but did not react, though some friction did erupt inside him.
“Nikhil”, called Rohan while knocking the door, “are you sleeping?”. The door got opened with a joyous face of Nikhil, he exclaimed, “Rohan! Come in” and hugged him, Rohan too grabbed him lovingly. He stepped inside the dark room, “Nikhil, at least put on the lights”, and switched on the lights himself. As the lights filled the room, Nikhil quickly went to the table to hide those packets with the white powder but Rohan realized it, went and snatched it from him.
“Who?”, said Rohan with stilled-angered eyes.
“Oh this”, Nikhil replied with an excused laugh, “this is not new, from the older lot. And I was not taking it, Rohan, just gathered it for trash”.
“Shut up”, shouted Rohan, “that older packets were thrown by myself. Who the hell is supplying now?”. Nikhil brought an ashamed smile but did not speak. He just moved his eyes seeing Rohan go through the entire room searching and taking those white powders and throwing them out of the window, into the river.
“No worries brother”, said Nikhil with casually restful smile, “its fine that you take these drugs off me, but please”, his eyes carrying a seek, “bring her back to me”.
“She is gone!”, Rohan shouted again, “Why don’t you get that?”
“Ohh...”, laughed Nikhil, “I can never get this, never. All I want is her, back into my life”. Hearing that, Rohan was silent, his head eventually bending down, like he was taking all this on him, he felt responsible, he felt betraying him, though consoled himself with the thought that one day Nikhil will be fine with it.
“Hey!”, Nikhil exclaimed seeing Rohan lost, “what happened?”. Those words just brought Rohan back to the present sense, his eyes wavered onto Nikhil and said with a smile, “Nothing, nothing, just...”.
Thinking that he has saddened him with his talks, Nikhil said, “Rohan, forget me, you say, what is the status of your father’s new office, was it Sydney or Auckland...”
“Melbourne”, replied Rohan.
“Melbourne, ya...Melbourne. So how did it go?”, asked Nikhil, showing some curiosity.
“I didn’t go there, dad insisted but...”, said Rohan.
“What!!!”, said Nikhil the blowing way, “how could you miss Australia!”
“It was not important than your rehab session, brother”, said Rohan as he took out the medicines from the brown drawer and went for the bottle on the next ply table.
“Missing Australia for my rehab, not a good deal yeah?”, Nikhil said giving a giggle.
“You and your rehab never comes into a deal frame”, replied Rohan with a smile and gave him the medicines, Nikhil looked at him with a calmed smile.
“But you know”, continued Rohan, “dad has irritated me know! He calls three-four times a day to convince me to join him there in Australia”
“Then go!”, said Nikhil and placed his hand on Rohan’s shoulder, “don’t think of me too much. You have already witnessed the life I am living since she left”
“I can’t leave you, Nikhil”, said Rohan, “and definitely not in this condition when you are your own enemy”.
“Look, Rohan, give your ears to what I say now”, said Nikhil as he took a pause to sigh, “you are a very good man. You don’t deserve wasting your time behind a spoilt one like me, whatever I had is gone with her, you understand that?”, Nikhil continued, “See, I will be okay in some days, rehab is in process, right?”
“Is it? How will you be okay with those white powders?”, said Rohan disappointingly with his head giving a slight shake.
“I will be over it soon, believe me, Rohan. But please don’t crunch your life ambitions because of me, just agree to your dad and go to Australia, there is so much to achieve for you”, said Nikhil taking a convincing tone.
“No”, replied Rohan, “I just can’t”, listening to this, Nikhil took a deep breath and shook his head.
“Okay, its 2 now, I need to reach office”, said Rohan as he hugged Nikhil, “please promise me you will never take that drugs again”.
“Done, brother”, said Nikhil as he too tightened the hug out of affection.
 
Chapter 3
 
Rohan was waiting for the old man when he gazed at the calm sun, which was about to dip in the water. He thought of himself as the horizon personified, who could not get separated either from the sun or the sea. Nikhil was the sun, she was the water.
“Silence is the best partner, right?”, said George as he came to the bench where Rohan sat.
“Not sure”, Rohan said, his eyes still on the horizon, “silence often makes you feel alone”. George saw those eyes of him which looked rubbed, he said, “Anymore tears left? If yes then rub them off too”. Rohan closed his eyes and stood off the bench.
“Did you talk to Nikhil about her?”, asked George with a straight tone.
“No,”, Rohan replied, “I found him with drugs today, I can’t risk his mental status”
“Then make space for some more tears”, laughed George.
Rohan looked at him, “How could you laugh at me, my situation”, said disgustedly and stared.
“I don’t know why are you being an ignorant, son”, continued George, “On one side you aren’t willing to risk his mental stability, on the other hand you have risked his breaths already”.
Turning his eyes to the sea again, Rohan said, “You are right”, took a sigh, “Probably its time to end my relationship with her”
“That won’t be fair to her, Rohan. Leaving her cannot be justified”, said George. Hearing this, Rohan again turned to the old man and said, “Do you get amused by throwing me into such confusions?”
“Why?”, asked George, “What is so confusing in it?”
“Yesterday, you said that see through the eyes of righteousness”, said Rohan, “If my love for her is wrong to Nikhil and my breaking up the relationship is wrong to her, then what am I supposed to do, what is the path to righteousness?”
“Rohan, I told you”, said George, “the solution is right here”
“Then why don’t you tell me straight”, Rohan said being perplexed.
“Because”, said George, “it needs you to go through something, probably an emotion”
“At least tell me the solution, give me something to consider”, said Rohan.
“This is exactly what I don’t want, the consideration, because then, the analysis of pros and cons would begin and your decision would surely be discarding it”, said George, “but if you go through the process I am talking about, the solution which always is the shadow to you would leave its blackness”
“Fine!“, Rohan spoke out of irritation, “I am ready for the process, tell me, whatever you say, just tell me!!!”
“Same as the day before, go to Nikhil, talk out!”, George said.
 
Chapter 4
 
He was standing before the door again, thinking over and over, the hands did not have enough guts to get raised for the knock as it was about to change something, definitely. He recalled those glorious years of his friendship with Nikhil which made them each other’s, and then those past 8 months with the love of his life flashed in front. His mind denied comparing both the relations on the basis of its duration as they had the composure of their own, at least he consoled his mind with this.
He closed his eyes, felt a jerk of a spark in his nerves and gave that knock. As he heard the latch being moved from the other side, he opened his eyes. Nikhil opened the door and saw Rohan's surprised wide eyes.
"Hey", said Nikhil with a smile, "are you okay?". With a swallow to deal his dry throat, Rohan answered, "Yes!", and came inside the room.
"You look somewhat off", Nikhil said. Rohan kept his eyes lowered. Seeing this, Nikhil stepped closer to him and asked concernedly, "Rohan, what is it? Tell me". Keeping his eyes lowered but moving rapidly, he replied hesitatingly, "There is a thing...I wanted to share"
"Of course, go on", Nikhil said as he put hands on Rohan's shoulders.
"She...", started Rohan but stopped.
"She who?", asked Nikhil being perplexed, "what is it?"
"She!", said Rohan and slowly moved his eyes to Nikhil's.
"Oh!", said Nikhil, "what about her? Is everything fine?"
Rohan didn't respond, he was scared out of nervousness, all he did for the next couple of minutes was stare unknowingly into Nikhil's eyes.
"Rohan!!!", Nikhil raised his voice, "answer!". 
Thinking that the time has come for it, Rohan closed his eyes and said with abrupt nerves, "We are together".
Unable to understand at the first go, Nikhil asked anxiously, "Who are together? Rohan, speak out fast"
"Nikhil", Rohan said with his heart beating hard, "She, I, are together. It has been 8 months".
As Nikhil realised those words from him, he drew his hands from Rohan's shoulders and stepped backwards shockingly. With eyes seeking an explanation, he asked, "How can you do this...to me?". Rohan shook his head and tried to speak but Nikhil shouted, "No!!! I don't want to hear" and started moving his hands restlessly on his head. Rohan could see that Nikhil's state is getting disturbed. He went close to him but as Nikhil saw his steps, he slapped Rohan.
Rohan, with his eyes tearful, was shocked with the slap, his mind entered the dilemma of questions, "Didn't he deserve that slap?" and "Can't Nikhil accept the reality?"
With heavy breaths, Nikhil angrily said, "You! Get out of my house and never ever show me this face of a betrayer again"
"I have not betrayed you", said Rohan, showing the cry in his voice, "She has moved on from you, please accept it".
Hearing that, Nikhil tried to slap him again but Rohan held that hand, said continuing his cry, "No, Nikhil. I have not done anything wrong. Aren't I, she free to go ahead with our relationship"
Releasing his hand with a jerk, Nikhil said, "If you already have made this decision, why have you come to me?"
"Because you are my brother, and I know how much you love her, I had to take your consent", said Rohan.
"Brother and you?", said Nikhil disgustedly, "Damn it Rohan! You have lost that relationship with me. How could you have the shame to ask me for my consent"
"It matters to me", said Rohan.
"Shut up!”, shouted Nikhil, “If my consent was so important than you would have asked it before being with her".
Rohan tried coming close to him again but Nikhil showed the stopping palm. With his anger slowing down but disappointment raising, he said, "Can you do something for me, Rohan? For one last time?", to which Rohan nodded nervously.
"Please get out of my life, there is no respect left for you", said Nikhil.
"Nikhil please...", Rohan tried speaking but Nikhil quickly went near the side table of his bed and took out a knife from the lowermost drawer, said, "this is the knife through which I wanted to finish myself whenever her thoughts came", tears rolled down his cheeks, "but I restrained with the thought that I have to live for my friend, my brother, you! Now if you don't leave my life, I shall finish myself right now".
Looking at the held knife, Rohan said, "No, Nikhil. Probably, I am not worth it", and started walking towards the door, as he opened the door, he turned as said, "You will always be my brother" to which Nikhil showed no concern and looked in other direction, denying to listen. Rohan, for the one last time, saw him lovingly and closed the door.
Rohan, with the sense of the fact of losing his brother-like childhood friend, broke down. Unable to think ahead, all he wanted was a talk with George. With his eyes heavy with tears and heart full of anxiety, he ran towards the church.
The old man was sitting on the very bench. He looked to his left when those foot taps got close and saw Rohan running towards him in a tattered condition, he smiled as he understood everything. As he approached with his heavy breaths, he looked at George with those tearfully exhausted eyes and said, "He abandoned me".
"I know", said George smilingly.
"So this was the emotion that I needed to pass?", asked Rohan.
"Exactly, boy", replied George.
Rohan sat beside him on the bench, said, "He feels betrayed by me. Have I?"
"Unfortunately, Yes!", said George carrying that smile, "He was friend, a brother!"
"But you told even leaving the girl would be wrong, then what was the righteousness you were talking about? Am I left with any option?", asked Rohan with seeking expressions.
"Its sad that you still cannot see what righteousness is...", said George and looked at the sea and the sun in front , "You compared yourself to that horizon, right?"
Rohan too looked at the setting sun and exclaimed, "How do you know that? I didn't tell you, or did I?"
George laughed a bit and said, "Son, I know that because I have seen many people do it, right here"
Rohan silently looked at the horizon again, felt some calmness by it. Thoughtfully, he said, "George, please! Tell what shall I do"
"As you have not realised yourself", said George, looking towards him, "then I have to tell you". Rohan looked at him in expectation, George took a sigh and said, "Australia it is!"
Rohan stared at him with those bewildered eyes, couldn't speak or believe.
"That is what you got, Son", George said, "You have to leave them both", pointed his hand towards the horizon and said, "Look there again", Rohan looked.
George said, "Horizon is bereft of any belonging, it is neither sun's nor sea's".


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