Jeep and Bourbon, Part 24 #CelebrateBlogging

Chapter 24: Forgiveness Doesn't Mean Forgetting

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The Scribe Tribe Team

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"This is what you wanted, right?" Shekhar's voice began to muddle between despair and disgust.

Tara is still inconsolable.

"This is no time to fight you two. I'm calling the cops right away to lodge a complaint." Jenny retorted.

"I know of people who have been in this situation and I know it is pretty difficult. I've been with Jeremy for little over a year now ... and awhile back, I also developed feelings for Aryan. Even if I manage to push them away, I can't help feeling awful about the extreme bad choices I've made in my life. I was never like this and it sucks how I look so trashy now. I just don't know what to do with myself anymore!"  

Tara continues to be in a state of shock, almost aghast at what had happened. Or what could have. She doesn't know how to react to any of this.

"Why would he try to kidnap Roohi ... or ... kill her?"

The line of love and hate could blur sometimes. For Tara, her response towards adversity remains unclear.

"Why Roohi amongst all of us? I mean she's not even 10. What is her fault?"

"She’s your daughter. That is her biggest fault!" Shekhar continued to hurl more abuses at Tara.

"I can't understand why you did this to us. You had everything, whatever shit you wanted."

"It is hard, Shekhar. I never wanted to cheat on you. Never wanted to make you feel like less than a man. I could have been upfront before it got worse but I didn't. My fault. You can be vengeful or spiteful. Maybe our relationship is already dead in the water but I plead forgiveness."

Tara sounds genuine.

"Shame on me. I am not a homewrecker!"

"Wasn't adultery enough?" Shekhar is almost at the verge of crying.

"I may have not gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."

Anxiety and anger are still combining in a toxic cocktail in the Dutta household.

And suddenly a very tense moment of silence is shattered by an eerie phone call. Jenny rushes to the adjacent room to receive it.

Jeremy has surrendered at the Bandra police station.

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