Some of the people who are occasionally related to the intimate relationship, he is none other than Sanjay Chakrabarty.

After four years of marriage to Sanjay, there were not many problems with Jay. This relationship started from college life, of course, it is also true that the little both of them would get angry if anyone looked at or laughed at anyone other than each other. The result of this was, first, a lot of quarrels, fights, and, in the end, both of them left with a frown. But when Sanjay went out for a few years, Rishita could not cope with herself. Her parents were worried that if this continued, everything would get out of hand. In fact, without their knowledge, they had indulged their daughter's ego either intentionally or unknowingly or out of fear of her mind. In other words, they could not raise their daughter in any other way except by sending her to a prestigious school and college.

In the end, with great difficulty, Sanjay's parents obtained her number from the girl and secretly finalized the marriage between them.

Now all Sanjay had to do was wait for her return and understand Rishita. But the girl sat up straight after hearing this, first trying to break a glass vase on her parents' heads, but she couldn't.

Then Rishita said, "Who will marry that scoundrel?" I can't.

Go and see what he has done abroad with that witch.

I just want to focus on my life and career right now.

Hearing this, both parents were very angry and said, "You have been in love with Sanjay for a long time; now you have to tell him that you will not get married."

Now it is a matter of respect for us. And you should also think about Sanjay's side, think about his parents, too.

What will they do with Sanjay? Even if Sanjay gets married somewhere else, you will not be happy yourself and will not let Sanjay be happy.

You go and tell Sanjay that I am not marrying him, let the devil die.

We both want you to settle all your childish misunderstandings and get married happily. Rishita started shouting: "He should have apologized to me earlier, he left me, why couldn't he have waited a few more days? A big job, a foreign bitch with a big salary!... That's it, Shyamal didn't let it get any worse; he went straight and did what he had never done in his life, he slapped him. After a while, everything was silent. Rishita suddenly sat down, leaning against the door, and gasped.

"Did you hit me?", "Did you raise your hand to my neck?" At first slowly, then it started again. Mother said: "Yes, it's right, I never said anything because I'm a girl. That's why your arrogance is increasing day by day! What do you think of yourself? And what do you think of us?

When we have accepted what you have said, no more. If you don't agree with our decision, you can leave. Nothing will come or go.

Whatever, let's go to work, let him do what he can.

These were the thoughts that Rishita, Ashok, and Vrinda were thinking while going to the Vishwakarma Puja at their house.

In the end, she herself realized that there was no point in putting pressure on her parents. Sanjay wasn't that bad. In fact, it was already too late for both of them. And their relationship hadn't progressed much physically. That's why so much anger and so much resentment had built up. The two got married, and Sanjay's father suddenly, without saying anything, became cerebral and half-dead. The previous year, his own father had also passed away at just sixty-five.

Now, to talk about family: Two different jobs for both of them, at the end of the day, both of them come back and catch each other's mistakes (I mean, who can go home earlier? What else!) There is a strange fun in this. And in the middle of the night, when both of them are in the mood for the same thing, there is passionate sex.

Sometimes Rishita wonders if they are really well, and at least once she thinks about Sanjay together about this matter. No, there is no shortage of money anymore; who knows what would have happened if there had been?

But for some reason, Sanjay doesn't seem to care much about anything anymore, not even nightly caresses.

Today, both of them had a day off on the day of Puja, where they would go together holding hands and impress everyone, but that's not the point. When she asked, she said: "You go first, I will go towards noon", and that love doesn't suit me anymore.

And even after the puja was over, when Ashok said, "What, come and eat. Mutton is your favorite." Even then, she sat there looking awkward. It was as if she was turning on the phone and checking it once and putting it in her pocket out of fear, as if the phone was another enemy of hers! Then, to show off a little, the two of them sat down to eat together. While returning, Brinda said in a way that: "What? Why are men always so quiet? Don't you two give each other time?" Without waiting for Rishita's answer, she tied a lot of sweet fruit and mutton together. So that she can eat well at night, and Brinda also knows that even though Rishita knows how to cook, she doesn't know how to cook as well as she does, let alone mutton.

Apart from that, there was another reason: while getting into a taxi in the evening on the way back, she tripped a couple of times, which had never happened before.

Since the Viswakarma Puja multiple times, Rishita said that:-

“I don't have any idea, Sanjay, how much time you gave me at once, don't even have sex with me.” “Why Sanjay ?”

He twisted and laughed and asked: "Have you found someone? My body doesn't seem to be doing well for you anymore. Sometimes, you come home late at night. May I know what happened?" Sanjay was sitting on a small chair in front of the window, smoking a cigarette, with a strange snoring, sweating profusely, having already smoked three cigarettes. Meanwhile, the other one was going crazy, unconscious.

Rishita is shouting: “I need to talk for the last hour, why don't you answer me back?”. "What exactly do you want to know?" Sanjay spoke for the first time. No........ I don't want to talk to you. How dare you speak to your own husband in such a loud voice? Rishita stood there with her cooking sleeve on, as if she had become a statue.

Sanjay started talking again: "Why did you go to their house today wearing a sleeveless blouse? Who did you want to have fun with: Devarupa, Aritra, or Zeeshan? Oh, I forgot that I have aged a little, whether due to work pressure or not taking care of myself, all three of them are good men. Maybe they can have good sex too. Who knows! When I am not at home, who is blessing you with dust in this house in my absence to please you?"

Rishita had been listening to everything for so long, listening a little helplessly; maybe she wanted Sanjay to talk a little. But this time, he was going too far. Let's see a little more. "If you don't mind, go away. Who's stopping you? From now on, I'll be myself. I won't listen to any obstacles, any objections. Don't bother me at all." She shouted the last words, and instead of going to her own room, she went to another small room and closed the door.

Somehow, Rishita pulled herself together and sat on the sofa, not wanting anything more after hearing so much. Today, after so many days, Rishita couldn't believe her ears. Even though she wasn't angry, Joy was always a little angry, but it was a sweet, sweet anger. There was no beginning or end to any anger, but it seemed quite normal. But what happened today, for so long, has been unacceptable. Is there a problem in the office? No, if that were the case, it would be understandable. The office colleagues aren't too bad either.

Even if it was, this behavior could not be expected. Did Rishita not act rashly? No, she got quite angry and walked towards the door, banging on it as if to break it, she heard the sound of crying, stood there with her hands clenched in fists for a while, then sat on the small bed inside and saw her crying like a child, turned her head and saw Rishita, but without asking any questions like "Why have you come? What do you want in this room again?" He hugged him like a child and said, " Sorry, Rishu, I didn't mean to say things like that. The silence slipped out. Before we reached there, did you know what I heard? Hey Rishita, why aren't you talking?

Yes, tell me, I'm listening;- Rishita said.

Sanjay cries again and again. Finally, after a short silence, he has said everything.

Tirtha committed suicide, and he clearly stated that he did not want this marriage. But everyone is denying it. Rishita was shocked. Oh, so this is the reason. No, we have to know everything thoroughly. "Teertha means Amrita's groom, right?" Joy just shook his head; only hot tears were rolling down his face. 'Yes,' Joy said, crying. Okay, calm down, then tell me what happened? This time, he started talking; Tirtha was good at drawing, playing the sarod, etc., besides studying, everyone used to tease him since he was little because he did not play sports, but he made it clear that he did not like those things. Of course, his friends were jealous of this. Sanjay was also jealous, but he just did not let it come out in public.

Year after year, it continued like this, even though the pressure of studies increased, Tirtha never gave up playing the sarod and drawing the oil paint. So, it has been about ten years since these two poles were made a profession. Everything was going well, while I was living outside, suddenly his marriage was fixed, naturally, I could not stay. Later, I came to know that his wife, I

mean Amrita, is very educated, of course, she is angry to say it now, Joy said in a hissing voice. Now, of course, Rishita is calm and listening to everything, she likes this time very much.

"Okay, keep talking, let your words finish first. Then I will say something. Yes, what I was saying, before marriage and even after marriage, he used to earn a good living by playing the Tirtha Sarod, and his pictures were also sold at high prices. But in the last two or three months, everything seemed to be going downhill. And his wife, even if she said Khanki, her complexion would not change; she would insult him for anything, saying that if he wanted to sleep with her or if he got even a little close, she would drag him to jail on the charge of marital rape. In fact, was her luxury decreasing? That's why she had taken on her own image and couldn't control herself. Initially, she tried to explain, protested, everything. After that, she called me the day before, and Sanjay was still crying. This morning, when I was leaving the house, I heard this incident. I can't forget his dead face. Well, what was his fault, she would tell me?" Sanjay shouted now.

I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep peacefully again. "I'm giving you sleeping pills, you go to sleep now, we'll talk about this in the morning." After an hour of this, when it was all over, it was midnight, Sanjay was sleeping, and before coming out, he switched off his phone. He didn't want anyone to disturb Joy. The truth is, what no one knows, when Sanjay was out, he was in a relationship with Tirtha for about a year. There were many disagreements, but he gave in to Tirtha's qualities. And Rishita really respects this aspect; she does today, and will do so in the future. She has also fulfilled her body's needs sufficiently. And today is the news of her death. Or could it be that despite many efforts, she could not be saved? A brilliant talent died at the age of just thirty-four, just giving in to his wife's needs. Sanjay will never know; he himself will never let her know who even loved Tirtha even a little after Joy. Dawn is coming, Mahalaya is in three days, and after that, the final festival. Life is not easy; you have to accept, tolerate, and move forward with the one you are with. Nothing stops for anyone. Sanjay's pain in his heart has to be removed by him. Life is long, Sanjay is her future, even though sometimes she talks about divorce, Rishita knows that it is somehow impossible for her to live without Sanjay. 

She couldn't help but thank Tirtha in her heart.

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