Part 1
"Prachi" her mother had called her from behind she turned around to see her carrying a small bowl in her hand. Coming closer she dipped a spoon in the mixture and held it out to her "Dahi cheeni hai kehtey hain kisi bhi shubh kaam key liye jaaney sey pehley agar dahi cheeni kha lein to kaam achey sey ho jaata hai" Prachi smiled and opened her mouth tasting the sweet contents. "Acha maa main chalun warna interview key liye late ho jaungi" she checked her file again and briskly ascended the stairs.
The air was warm and promised a sweltering hot day ahead she mentally calculated the time it would take her to reach the office. Standing at the bus stand waiting in queue for the vehicle she was aware of many eyes assessing her, yet she maintained her cool. A black Mercedes with tinted glasses drove by and the people around her silently wished they had owned it. She was instantly reminded of the many cars parked in their garage at one time. How she wished her father were alive she did not mind being thrown in a chawl or being reduced to a common girl after his death but it was the rude awakening of their current financial dilemma that had made her a changed person altogether. Se had never shunned her responsibilities neither did she now, she knew her family depended on her and all her hopes were pinned on this interview. The blaring honks of the bus caused her to snap out of her reverie and she boarded it with a dozen other people.
"Hum ko idhar naukri nayi kerney ka hai nayi kerney ka hai nayi kerney ka hai" he could hear the governess screaming in anger. "Oh God what now" he had thought sprinting down the stairs to the hall. "Saab hum aap ko aakhri baar bolta hai hum idhar naukri nayi kareyga. Eik to yeh bachha hum ko saara din tang kerta hai uper sey tumhara baap isko bigarta hai. Hum bolta hai khana khao to woh uss sey khelta hai. Hum tang aa gaya hai tumharey baap sey hum jaa raha hai abhi isi waqt." Milind had cast one knowing look at his father who was busy playing with his year old daughter. "Baba aap bhi na kyun nahin kerney detey usey uss ka kaam ab kon sanbhaleyga Preeti ko?" he had asked in frustration. "Isi liye to kehta huun tuu shaadi ker ley." Mr Mishra had smiled "Bahu aa jayegi to khud hii sanbhal leygi issey bhi or iss ghar ko bhi."
That was the last straw Milind knew his father wanted him to marry but he just couldn't get himself to marry any woman. Besides he was afraid she may not love his daughter as her own mother would and had thought best to drop the idea. But his father was adamant on the issue and left no stone unturned to harrass every governess he managed to appoint for Preeti. "Main office jaa raha huun or issey bhi saath ley jaa raha huun." He had quickly assembled her bag a clean change of dress, her formula milk, a few toys and diapers. He would take care of her today while he hunted for yet another governess. Sighing he strapped her in the baby seat in his car and drove off to the office.
Part 2
The ride to the office was a hectic one she had been pushed and shoved mercilessly and she feared her clothes would be spoilt by the big can of edible oil a woman standing next to her carried. The bus had been packed with people and she just wished the ride would end soon hurrying out of it on her stop she checked her watch. She was running late she hoped she made it in time breaking in a trot she reached the office breathless. She was about to swing the glass door when someone crashed into her. Dazed by this sudden encounter she fell flat on the ground her file flew from her hands and landed at someone's feet. She composed herself to find a dark stranger looking down at her she realized they had collided in an attempt to reach the door in a hurry. He was a tall handsome man with rugged features and thick black curls, his burnished skin contrasted with the white of his shirt. He wore a black business suit and was sporting matching sunshades.
What seemed out of place was a sweet little child he held in his left arm, she obviously found the scene to her liking and clapped in amusement. Prachi smiled despite her discomfort, the stranger held out his right palm for her and she gratefully took it. Once on her feet she dusted her clothes and picked up her file, only there were two files one over the other. "Chot to nahin lagi ?" Are you hurt? he had inquired in his sombre voice. Shaking her head in the negative she handed him the other file and patted the child's cheek as she smiled at her."Buhut pyaari bachi hai" She's a very sweet child she had said before she left them both and took the elevator to the tenth floor.
Milind had driven the car slow because of Preeti's presence and had subsequently run late for an important meeting. He took the elevator on the other side of the lobby to the tenth floor, once there he handed Preeti over to Madhu a middle aged accountant at his firm. She had children of her own and it wasn't the first time she would be babysitting Preeti for him. The kind lady seemed always to be at hand when he needed her, once behind his desk he opened the file to give last minute touches to his presentation. His new hotel in Delhi was gearing up for a grand opening and today's meeting was all about getting it right. Milind Mishra was known for perfection and he wasn't gonna let people down. As he flipped open the file he was surprised to see a feminine face smile back at him on reading the document he realized it was the curriculum vitae of the girl he had bumped in at the doorway. He quickly sifted through her documents, they had interviews lined up for his new Assistant.
His last assistant had been a young and ambitious chap who had quickly risen from an assistant to a General Supervisor on the floor. Her documents seemed in order he thought he'd return the file to her when he heard a knock on his door. It was his Manager informing him about the arrival of the other members for the meeting. He handed the file to the manager directing him to give it to the concerned applicant waiting to be interviewed and entered the boardroom. His file would have to wait not that he needed it anyways. He was a skilled businessman gifted with extraordinary excellence in the field, he had everything memorized right down to the last digit in the hotel's lavish inauguration budget.
She had rushed to the waiting lounge and had heaved a huge sigh of relief to know that her name had yet to be called for the interview. Taking her seat on the comfortable leather couch she opened her file to check her documents to her horror the documents inside the file seemed to be about some hotel inauguration. "My file" she gasped in panic she remembered bumping into the dark stranger at the doorway certainly their files had been switched. She realized it was worthless sitting there while she had no documents to present at the interview, she had to find him ... but how she didn't even know his name how could she find him in such a big building he could be anywhere. Tears stung her eyes as she tried to focus on the situation how was she going to give her interview. Just then she heard her name being called out "Prachi Shah you may now proceed for your interview."
Part 3
Prachi quickly wiped her tears and entered the office, three distinguished gentlemen clad in business suits sat behind a solid block of oak .She walked upto the easy chairs placed around the table but refrained from sitting down. "Take a seat Ms.Shah" one of them said extending his hand to retrieve her file from her. She looked up to see three very inquisitive sets of eyes studying her. She cleared her throat and proceeded to inform them about her situation explaining to them about the mishap that befell her while entering the premises and the switch of files. "Ms Shah you seem to appear a very respectable girl we certainly don't expect such stories from you.If you had misplaced your file there was no need to waste our time." Saying so the older gentleman of the three asked her to leave. "But it wasn't my fault " she had tried clarifying yet the gentleman had calmly raised his hand silently indicating her exit from the office.The other two looked on as she exited defeatedly.
Prachi couldn't believe this was happening she had all her hopes pinned on this interview she needed the job desperately. She had promised Soumya she'd send her exam fees soon. Her younger sister Soumya studied at Pune, Soumya had been compelled to shift to a hostel there due to a scholarship she had been awarded for her excellent academic performance. The scholarship funded her education and living expenses but it did not cover the yearly exam fee which was considered minimal by the college. Fresh tears now flowed freely down her cheeks as she sat huddled on the leather couch in the waiting lounge.Had her father been alive things wouldn't have gone from bad to worse he would've thought of something. Her head swum as she thought of the bills waiting to be paid, the chawl house was on rent and very soon the owner would turn up demanding the rent money.
She cursed the day her father died everything had turned to dust the day his body had burned on the pyre. Her father had been her strength, her reason to live she felt as if she had lost everything after his death. She breathed yes but live she did not. She treaded the thick carpeted hallway of the tenth floor and proceeded down it lost in her thoughts still hugging the file. She thought of her mother how hopeful she had been when Prachi had informed her of the job opening in Mishra Group of Hotels. The pay was good and so were the working hours everything seemed too good to be true, what would she tell her mother... that she lost her file at the last moment. Suddenly her feet stopped moving she felt a slight pull at her salwar looking down she found the cute child from the doorway encounter looking up at her.
The child was adorable and was probably unattended as she crawled on all fours on the pale green carpet in the corridor. Stooping down Prachi picked her up in her arms, she swept the shock of curls away from her forehead and looked at her soft features. Her skin was a shade of the purest honey which blended perfectly with her charcoal black eyes. Her lips were carved just like her father's she had a small button nose and fluffed cheeks in short she resembled her father to a shocking extent.Right now she was hungry and had slipped away from Madhu's cabin in search of her bottle.Preeti looked at Prachi intently she noticed Prachi's tears on her cheeks and suddenly Prachi felt Preeti's lips brush against her cheek. Prachi tightened her grip around the child and kissed her forehead with love.
Milind glanced around the boardroom in boredom how did he ever manage to put together such a mad group of people to assist him, the boardroom echoed with a dozen voices all of them high pitched. A heated debate ensued between his financers and finacial advisers, his financers insisted on having a quick inauguration as they wanted to retrieve their profits from their share in the hotel as soon as possible. The holiday season was looming ahead and they wanted the hotel to be inaugurated before summer so it would start operating soon. Milind and his advisors opposed the idea he knew that a quick inauguration would not lead to profits rather his reputation as a perfectionist would be marred.There were a lot of changes he required to be made and a few extensions in the left wing of the hotel which he knew would only enhace the flair and ambience.
The hotel was meant to be the best and for the best and that required a fine understanding of class and extravagance which would allure all the rich and famous in the city.Milind knew that if he played his cards well his inauguration would be grand and would be the most talked of event in the city, a grand opening was likely to draw a remarkable initial response. His marketing department had been hard at work promoting his already established and flawless reputation to the hilt, the scene looked promising and Milind did not want a bunch of money diggers to ruin it for him. He peered outside the tinted glass walls in an attempt to locate his daughter Madhu's cabin was located right in front of the boardroom and he had a clear view of it from where he sat yet he could not find Preeti.
Standing up he walked to the glass pane when he saw a girl walking up the corridor with Preeti in her arms. They were probably engrossed in deep conversation as his daughter kept nodding her head to everything the girl whispered to her. A clear view of them instantly reminded him of the clash at the entrance to his office earlier that afternoon she was the same girl he had accidently bumped into. She was a beautiful maiden with long flowing hair that framed her face perfectly. Her hazel eyes were kohl rimmed and fringed with long curling eyelashes. Suddenly she laughed at some gesture by his daughter and he saw her soft pink lips reveal a bright set of twinkling white teeth. Her nose was small and her skin a soft milky shade with an untarnished flawlessness. She was dressed simply yet elegantly in a white salwar kamiz. She hugged Preeti close to her as one would hug a prized posession he saw her talk to Madhu and smile as Madhu escorted them to her cabin the door was ajar and Milind had a clear view of them.
Once seated on the comfortable leather couch in her office he saw her give Preeti her bottle while she talked with Madhu, the latter being extremely busy soon quietened and returned to her seat behind her desk while the girl rested her head against the head rest of the couch with Preeti hungrily drinking the contents of her bottle with ease in her lap. Milind had watched all this with profound interest he was quick to notice his daughter's increased comfortable interaction with the girl, Preeti was a hard nut to crack. The constant change in nannies had left her somewhat stubborn she hardly went up to strangers and was never comfortable around new faces the reason it was a hard job for him to hunt nannies for her. Her immediate dislike to the women left them exasperated and his father added coal to the fire by spoiling her completely. Yet here she lay in the girl's lap relaxed and serene and the next time he checked on them both of them were fast asleep with Preeti bundled in the girl's arms.
Part 4
The meeting had finally been called to an end Milind rubbed his temples wearily as he closed his eyes and laid his head on the cool glass top of the black mahogany table. What a day first the nanny then this meeting he had finally been able to convince his financers that the inauguration would be held at a later date. His head throbbed from fatigue and desire for a smoke, he still hadn't even had lunch. He checked his watch which confirmed the time as six thirty it was past office hours all his employees would have left by now, he was instantly reminded of Preeti. Picking up his coat from the chair he sauntered to Madhu's cabin.
Madhu's desk was a mess piled high with data, statistics and current cash transactions as usual she was the last one to wrap up her work she greeted him with a warm smile as he stepped inside. She explained that the girl was Prachi Shah and had come to inquire about him she wanted to return him his file and was looking for hers. Madhu then gently shook Prachi's shoulder to awaken her, she awoke with a start not registering her whereabouts as familiar but Madhu gently reminded her that she was at Mishra Towers and that Mr Mishra was over with his meeting. Prachi then noticed the stranger studying her intently she carefully picked up Preeti from her lap and handed her over to him. It seemed he had had a tiring day his eyes were bleary and his appearance was greatly altered his coat hung loosely on his arm his shirt sleeves had been folded half way up his arms and the top three buttons of his shirt were left open revealing his bare chest. His hair was messed up and covered his forehead.
"I'm sorry woh aankh lag gayi thi meri." I'm sorry I dozed off Prachi had apologized she was surprised at herself she normally didn't doze off in unfamiliar territory yet here she seemed to have slept soundly. "It's ok " he had replied retrieving his file from her, Preeti's head now lay resting on his shoulder while her arms circled his neck. "Tang to nahin kiya iss ney?" Did she worry you now he had inquired as they walked towards the elevator "Nahin" No she smiled "Meri file ?" My file? she had asked as they stepped in the elevator. "Mili nahin kiya bhijwaiyi to thi mainey!" Didn't you get it I had sent it pulling out his cellphone he called up his manager it seemed that the guy had been busy somewhere and had subsequently forgotten to deliver the file to her.
They reached the parking lot and waited patiently as the manager returned in a few minutes along with the file "Sorry Sir woh Mehra Sahab aa gaye they or phir der ho gayi . I'm sorry " Sorry Sir Mr Mehra was here and I got late. I'm Sorry this time he had apologized to Prachi. "Koi baat nahin" No problem Prachi had managed with difficulty it was hard thinking about the answer she'd have to give to her mother. Seeing her lost in her own world Milind proceeded to strap Preeti in her seat in the car." I can drop you if you want." he had offered afterall she had taken care of Preeti the whole evening it was the least he could do." No thanks main chali jaungi" No thanks I'll manage she had replied and walked out of the parking lot, once at the stop she waited for her bus in patience the evening traffic was thick and the buses were crowded. When the fourth bus sped past her she became irritated and decided to walk all the way home. She had not had anything since morning and felt dizzy with fatigue.
Walking down the road she was assailed with memories of her father she didn't recall ever having to go without food or walking on the roads in such deplorable conditions. Her life had been one of a fairytale and now it seemed very much real but she had to put up a brave front for her mother and Daadi. She thought of how quickly they had lost everything her brother Alaap had turned out to be the black sheep in the family. His money swindling had left them in piles of debt his father had been unable to keep up with his ever increasing demands, Shah Industries was a sunken ship and financers shirked away from it.
Ultimately Alaap had led them to their ruin Inder unable to keep with the mounting financial burden had died of heart seizure on a stormy night, the very next day his company's shares had plunged into nothingness Shah Industries was bankrupt they had not known it but Inder had and it was this increased mental pressure that had caused his heart to stop beating. Alaap had fled to Simla with his rich and boisterous girlfriend Suyesha and now lived off her. Soumya had succeeded in attaining a scholarship and had left for Pune. Bobby had taken up tuitions which he conducted in the evenings his tuition money was used to pay rent and electricity bills. She herself had been working as an assistant to an interior designer who had wrapped up her business recently opting for greener pastures in Canada.
She walked blindly on the road and did not notice a car approaching her, snapping out of her thoughts she heard tyres screeching and felt the car fender hit her on her knees. She winced in pain trying to shield her eyes from the glaring lights of the car. "Arey dikhta nahin hai kiya? Abhi agar main brake nahin lagata to pari hoti kisi hospital main." Can't you see? If I hadn't stepped on the brakes you'd be lying in some hospital she heard a male voice lash out at her in anger. She collapsed on the road clutching her knees in obvious pain when she saw a palm extended out to her taking it thankfully she managed to stand on her feet she looked up to see the same charcoal eyes peer at her in concern.
"Kiya ker rahi thi beech road per ?" What were you doing in the middle of the road? he asked crossly. Not being able to bear the searing pain that coursed through her legs she felt her vision blur as tears spilled on her cheeks, she picked up her file and smoothed her shirt. Milind saw her tears in the dazzling light cast by the car headlights he understood she was hurt and softened his tone "Ab betho gari main" Now get in the car he had ordered and she silently obeyed seating herself in his sleek black Kompresser. She could not believe her fate she had twice been caused to fall that too by the same man. She watched him drive in silence his eyes focused on the road ahead. Preeti was now awake and gurgled in happiness as she saw Prachi, she turned around in her baby seat stretching her small arms to Prachi
"Preeti nahi" Preeti no Milind had reprimanded her but it fell on deaf ears.She had now started kicking in her seat and wailing mournfully "Agar yeh zid ker rahi hai to aap issey mujhey dey dein." If she wants to come here why don't you give her to me Prachi had been unable to see her this way, assuming this as the best possible way of stopping her whining Milind unstrapped her and handed her to Prachi sitting in the back of the car. From the rear view mirror he could see how Preeti doubled over laughing as Prachi gently tickled her tummy, she then proceeded to check out Prachi's earrings touching them in amazement. "Aapko chahiye kiya? " Do you want it? Prachi had asked kissing her on her cheek she smiled as she took off her earring and handed it to Preeti who gurgled in amusement."Kahaan drop ker duun?" Where should I drop you? Milind had asked focusing on the road ahead she proceeded to tell him her address and within minutes they stood beneath her chawl house. "Thanks " Prachi had said as she stepped out on the muddy path closing the car door with a thud she ascended the stairs to her house with a heavy heart.
She could hear voices emanating from her house."Behenji main kitni baar keh chuka huun keh kiraya theek waqt per dey diya karein lekin aap log suntey hii nahin. Mujhey har haalat main kal apna paisa chahiye warna yeh makaan khaali kerwa duunga." Sister I've told you countless times to pay the rent money on time but you people never listen. I want the money by tomorrow or else I'll get this place vacated It was the landlord and he certainly did not seem too gay Prachi watched him leave in a huff. She wiped her face and stepped in her house, her mother had been waiting for her return anxiously. "Kahaan reh gayi thi Prachi main kitni pareshaan ho gayi thi malum hai" Where were you Prachi I was worried she reprimanded her. "Interview kaisa gaya Prachi?" How was the interview? she had asked hope flickering in her eyes. "Maa woh interview nahin ho paya kal hongey interviews aaj to bas kuch hii candidates key interviews ho paaye baaqi logon key kal hongey." Mom I didn't get interviewed only a few candidates had theirs today the rest will be interviewed tomorrow She saw the hope die out in Premlata's eyes but she smiled at her encouragingly "Koi baat nahin tum kal chali jaana Prachi. Kuch khaya tumney?" It's ok you can always go tomorrow. Did you eat anything? She could see her daughter had had a rough day "Yeh chot kaisey lagi?" How did you get hurt? Premlata now looked at her grazed elbows
"Kuch nahin maa bas woh gir gayi thi halki sii to chot hai aap pareshaan mat ho" It's nothing mom I just tripped and fell it's a small bruise you don't worry nonetheless her mother had gone to fetch an ointment for her. "Maa ko kaisey bataaun keh aaj file badal jaaney ki wajah sey mera interview cancel ho gaya." How do I tell mom that my interview got cancelled because of the file switch she had mused aloud. Just then she heard a knock on her door she turned around to see Milind standing there holding her file "Gaari main bhuul gayi thi." You forgot it in the car he had stated handing it to her "Oh !" Prachi smacked her forehead gently "Main bhi na..." Milind had turned back down the stairs before she could utter another word.
Part 5
Milind had returned home to find Baba waiting up for him, "Baba aap soye nahin?" You'r still awake Baba? he had asked placing Preeti in his lap. "Terey bina na kuch khaya hai na piya hai uper sey tuu meri gurya ko bhi saath ley gaya to kaisey sota main." I haven't eaten or slept in your absence and you took my doll with you too how could I sleep then.he had complained good naturedly while smothering Preeti in his loving embrace "Baba main to aapki wajah sey ley gaya tha warna aap pareshaan ho jaatey." Baba I had taken her away because of you else you'd have been worried. Preeti was switched on to hyper active mode her nap at the office had infused fresh energy in her and she happily jumped on the springy couch by her grandfather. Ramu kaka set the table and called them for dinner Milind fed Preeti her portion of mashed potatoes and rice coaxing her to take small spoonfuls as she wriggled in her high chair.
The girl was getting too much for Milind, putting her to sleep was another task he sighed as he watched her wipe her hands on her frock soiling it in the process. Baba observed sadly as Milind pulled her out of her chair and placing a kiss on his father's forehead proceeded up the winding staircase to his room. He had a busy schedule lined up for the next day and he knew it would take a complete hour for Preeti to settle down and finally fall asleep. Baba had silently prayed for his son to find peace in his life he had been through his share of miseries and now he wished his son could find someone to share his life with. He had tried explaining him that Preeti needed a mother much more than he needed a wife but his previous marraige had left him broken and hurt and his father understood his pain. There was only one person now who could make the impossible possible and Baba had his mind set on seeking help immediately.
Prachi had woken to see her mother cooking breakfast she had slept late and was now feeling guilty freshening up hurriedly she helped her mother. "Maa ab Daadi ki tabiyat kaisi hai?" How is Daadi feeling now Maa.she had asked "Raat sey kaafi behter hai." Much better than last night her mother had replied as they had breakfast Bobby had joined them handing his mother his tuition money he left for college in a hurry. Premlata had accepted it wistfully casting a sad glance at his young face the boy had started looking ten years older but he bore the brunt with patience not complaining once.
Prachi had cleared the table and getting dressed left for another long day hunting for a job. She had reached the courtyard in front of the chawl when she heard Ramesh uncle call her from behind. "Prachi bitiya phone hai tumhara" Prachi phone call for you he had informed her Ramesh uncle ran a small shop near the chawl selling odds and ends his shop's number was the one Prachi had put on her cv. She hoped it was for a job opening she had been dropping her cv's in different companies in search for a respectable one. "Hello!" she breathed "Is that Prachi Shah?" a feminine voice confirmed her identity "Yes speaking" "Ms Shah you have an interview at Mishra Towers at 2:00 pm today will you be able to make it?" the voice had inquired "Yes...yes I will" she had replied deliriously they had reconsidered her for the interview she thanked Ramesh uncle and said a silent prayer in her heart. Sharp at 2 she sat opposite Madhu in her office.
Milind Mishra's office had the air of dignity and power that matched his persona. Prachi had been ushered in by Madhu and was left to absorb the details in peace the room was magnificently done it had a rich combination of solid hues. The walls were a warm shade of scarlet the doors and windows were done in ash white with matching blinds for the french windows. A huge black mahogany bookshelf adorned the south wall filled with box and leaf files on various projects.The floor boasted of italian marble with a smooth finish, his desk was a solid block of black mahogany accompanied by his comfortable plush black leather swivel armchair. She herself was seated on one of the similar smaller sized leather chairs placed across the desk. His expensive jacket was draped on his chair making the owner's presence felt in the large room .The desk was cluttered with his laptop, marble paper weights, ash trays, project files and two telephones he obviously was a workaholic she could hear the gentle hum of the air condition as it reduced the temperature inside the room.
She heard the door handle click he walked in the room and took his seat opposite her. "Ms Shah" he addressed her formally "I'm glad you could make it. I was informed of your rather embarrassing episode yesterday I thought you should get another shot. Your file" Prachi extended it to him while he read it with concentration, Prachi studied him he seemed an unusually handsome man his trimmed beard and moustache enhanced the ruggedness of his features. His eyes were deep and soulful it seemed they harboured many a mystery in their depths but it was his unsmiling lips that captured her attention. He was dressed in all black today and she thought it suited him.
He looked up to see her looking at him intently. "Your documents seem impressive you've had good education and you seem to have some experience working with Sonya Kapoor. Our company deals in the hotel business we run a chain of them across India and in Turkey. You may not have experience in this field but you can learn. Are you ready to get on board then? " "Yes Sir." Prachi had assented "One more thing" he had added as an afterthought Prachi turned round to face him "Besides being my PA you'll be handling another position Ms Shah." "What of Sir?" "My daughter Preeti's governess."
Prachi had looked at him in utter disbelief she had not expected him to place his only child in her care. "Magar main kaisey." But how can I she had asked genuinely taken aback. "Preeti buhut kam kisi ko itni jaldi pasand kerti hai. Merey paas waqt nahin warna iski zarurat nahin parti." Preeti normally doesn't like strangers that easily. I don't have time else it wouldn't have been necessary. he had stated matter of factly running his fingers through his curls he sighed "Agar nahin ker sakti to abhi bata dey warna..." If you can't do it tell me now otherwise... he could not complete his sentence as they heard a slight knock on the door. It was Madhu carrying Preeti in her arms Preeti took one look at Prachi and laughed in happiness Milind raised his eyebrows at Prachi giving her the I told you so look. Prachi had taken her from Madhu and kissed her on her fluffy cheek .
"To phir kiya socha tuu ney?" What have you thought then? he had asked her once again. "Mujhey manzoor hai" I accept she had said as Preeti played with Prachi's velvet strands. "Fine" he rose to open a private door in the office leading to another room it was thickly carpeted and done in light blue shades. A crib was placed in the middle a few soft toys were strewn around "Yeh iska kamra hai tujhey bhi yahin bethna hoga isskey saath." This is her room you'll have to stay with her here. She had slowly shaken her head in the affirmative, she wondered why he addressed her the way he did and where exactly was the child's mother. Curious she asked "Preeti ko governess ki kiya zarurat hai I mean iski mother?" Why does Preeti need a governess I mean her mother? The question had caused Milind to stop in mid stride turning back he gently closed the door behind him facing Prachi "Mujhey zyaada sawaal pasand nahin khaas ker jab sawaal personal hon." I don't like being questioned especially when the questions are personal he had answered quietly his steely tone matched his hardened looks.
His eyes spelt fury and the emphasis he laid on each word indicated that he did not require further questioning on the matter. Prachi was terribly taken aback she had not expected such a sudden change in his manner and tone. She sensed a torrid change in the undercurrents that flowed beneath the deceptively calm surface of his pitch black eyes, she watched as he returned back to his chair and lit a cigarette taking a deep puff of burnt tobacco he raised his eyes to meet her puzzled ones. "You can join from tomorrow leave her with Madhu before you go" saying so he flipped open a file and pondered on it gravely puffing on the burning cigarette lodged comfortably between his index and third finger. Prachi suddenly felt claustrophobic in that room it now smelt heavily of smoke and it felt as if his anger had seeped in the very walls she walked out in the corridor hearing the door click shut behind her.
Part 6
Prachi could not understand his sudden mood swing he seemed very much at ease when he interviewed her then why did his wife's mention anger him so? Were they separated or divorced maybe she had left him. Whatever the cause she was not going to let it ruin her chance for a perfect opportunity, Mishra Group of hotels was known for it's outstanding performance and Milind Mishra had won the "Best Hotelier of the year" award last year that just did not come with a fluke.She had heard rumors of his solitary nature and rough attitude but he was an excellent businessman a thorough professionalist she had often heard her father mention his name with genuine admiration being in the same business himself.
She was pulled out of her reverie by Preeti who had spotted a cat in the corridor and now wanted Prachi to take her to it . She held Prachi's face in her tiny palms and made her look in that direction, she had not started talking yet and so communicated through actions. Prachi smiled as they both bent down placing Preeti on the carpet she sat near her gently stroking the cat who seemed pretty tame. Every now and then Preeti would look back to confirm her presence and then point at the cat talking to Prachi in a language of her own, she held Prachi firmly by her hand holding out the other one to stroke the cat.Coming out of his office for some errand Milind had observed the scene a mute witness to their bonding . He had wanted this for Preeti someone to take care of her without considering her a burden .He watched as Prachi held Preeti by the waist close to her talking to her about the cat her excitement matching his daughter's delight .Perfect! he had thought before he trudged the other way down the corridor.
Prachi had handed Preeti over to Madhu but before she left the latter had given her a cheque, Prachi had been astonished but Madhu had explained that it was the company's policy to pay a month's salary in advance. As she saw her slender form walk away from her office Madhu mused inwardly, she had been preparing the Delhi hotel's inauguration budget when she had received a call from Milind . He had asked Madhu to hand Prachi a month's salary asking her to quote it as the company's rule, when exactly had this rule been formed Madhu wondered. Yet she had done the same she had been a loyal employee of the company and intended to remain one despite such incidents. Returning back to her work she was soon lost in it.
Later that evening as Milind drove home through the congested Mumbai streets he could not help but feel happy Preeti looked very much at ease today, she sat peering out of the car window with thoughful eyes. Milind felt guilty of not being able to take care of her himself but he was satisfied with the thought that she would be near him now and that was all that mattered at the moment.Stopping at a signal he looked about him in disgust the road was packed with vehicles Preeti now faced him trying to talk to him about some matter that she found of interest. Milind had assented to everything she uttered she seemed to have found a bee resting on the wind shield and pointed to it. In her banter she had dropped her pacifier as he bent down to retrieve it he noticed a silver earring wedged in the gear box. Picking it up he examined the object carefully ... and then he remembered ofcourse it was Prachi's. Shifting the gears he put the vehicle back in motion his thoughts now focused on his new assistant, he had met many women in his life but only a few had left a mark on him. There was something about her that caught his attention he had seen women far more beautiful, enticing and alluring than her then why ... why did she look so dissimilar to the others. A pair of hazel eyes appeared in his mind's vision a tear rolled down one and it seemed to have caused ripples in the otherwise still waters of his mind, shaking his head he tried to get rid of the vision. Later that night as he stood smoking in the marble chipped balcony of his room those eyes had haunted him again.
It had nearly been two months that Prachi had joined her new office, she had initially dreaded facing Milind each day after her interview but it seemed he hardly remembered the incident. He had Madhu give her a tour of the premises before she led her to her office it appeared to have changed overnight. Now besides a crib there were navy blue floor cushions in floral prints and a larger collection of soft toys, her desk had been placed directly in front of his line of vision. It had her own laptop and other stationery, the telephones he explained required wires and he didn't need Preeti getting all tangled in them so she didn't have any. The walls now adorned pictures of cartoon characters a book shelf had been put up in one corner it held various books on early learning for children.A wardrobe stood in the other corner supplied with towels, nappies, formula milk and Preeti's change of clothes , he had taken care to have the blinds exchanged with window length navy blue floral curtains the room had been changed for the better she had thought.What was notable though was that the heavy oak door had been replaced with a glass one.
Milind usually kept to himself busy with his projects, meetings and research she would sometimes find him lost in thought puffing on cigarette after cigarette it seemed he hardly cared about anything else besides work and Preeti so much so that he often forgot to take meals and it would be Madhu who would send him a late lunch reminding him that he had yet to eat. She herself was kept busy with the little cherub, Preeti was a very intelligent child and it did not take Prachi long to have her eating out of her hands. The child required love and attention and Prachi showered that on her to the hilt she was not spoilt but she had the same stubborn streak as her father, she even sometimes ran her pudgy fingers through her crop of curls when exasperated or deep in thought.The only time Milind talked to her was when he wanted her to work on something for him, today was one of those days as the inauguration loomed nearer Milind had the entire company on it's toes.He wanted everything to be perfect and the entire tenth floor seemed to be in a frenetic bustle almost all the time.
Prachi had been working on the menu for the big day finalizing the details with the caterers Preeti had been inactive coming down with flu and viral fever she had sat in her crib trying to make her teddy read with her though none understood any of the written words. Prachi had put Preeti to bed and had walked out of the room to join Madhu for lunch it seemed Milind would have to be reminded about his later she had left him wrapped up in deciding the decor for the big day. Collecting Madhu from her office she reached the cafeteria it buzzed alive with energy as the staff members joked and laughed aloud.
They joined a group of women on the far side of the room Prachi knew some of them and was introduced to the rest. It seemed all that the women had to discuss was their boss Milind Mishra. "Did you notice his shades the other day?" Yasmin gushed stuffing coleslaw in her mouth. "You'r stuck on shades did you notice his cute butt in the boardroom." this was Reema. Prachi smiled as she ate in silence. "Move off you two he's mine." pitched in Sangeeta "As if" this was Upasana. "Women control your emotions we must not forget that he is off limits especially for you Sangeeta you'r married for God' sake." Sumana had chimed in while the rest gave her killer looks Sangeeta delivered a hard kick to her underneath the table and soon both were involved in a fork fight this was too much for Prachi she doubled over with laughter at their friendly tiff.
"How about you Prachi don't you have a crush on him?" Sonia had asked "You'r the only one who gets to watch him up close and personal not like us who have to get here before nine to catch a glimpse of him each day." "No I don't have a crush on him we hardly talk " Prachi had clarified "He's a very quiet person besides I'm too busy with Preeti and then the inauguration doesn't leave much time for talk." she had smiled as she answered to the group who would literally give anything to exchange places with her. "Liar!" Upasana burst upon her "Confirmed " Reema quipped "How could you not have a crush on the most handsome, dashing, smart, intelligent, suave......" looking around for support she smacked Sangeeta on the shoulder "I'm out of adjectives here a little help." "Oh ofcourse passionate, divine, romantic, sexy, yumilicious guy on earth." she finished with a broad grin. "when did you discover these attributes in him ?" Sonia asked suspiciously "Ofcourse hun when I day dream about him in my office I discover the undiscovered!" she had winked and the rest had burst out laughing. "You forgot one big attribute Sangeeta..." they turned around to see Sapna holding her tray in her hands."How about a first class pervert and a ruthless murderer, sound interesting don't they?"
Part 7
The entire group had scrambled to their feet in anger "Just shut up " Sumana had managed through gritted teeth "How dare you... how dare you say such things about him." It felt as if she was having a tough time restraining herself from beating Sapna black and blue. "Just because he happens to pay your college fee doesn't mean he's an angel. I'm only stating the facts here. We all know he murdered his wife a year ago." she had replied coolly. "Get lost Sapna before we shred you to bits" Upasana had said calmly. Seeing the situation get out of hand Madhu had intervened "Sapna we don't know what happened a year back everything written in the papers isn't always true. Whether he did anything wrong or not is none of our concern it would be better now if you left without another word." Madhu's seniority had helped ease the situation Prachi looked on confused as the rest resumed their positions around the table "How dare she " Reema fumed "Come on guys we all know she says all this because she didn't get the promotion" Sangeeta tried to laugh it off. "Churail kahiin kii." Witch Sonia had muttered what was interesting was that all present there had profound faith in him without knowing anything about the situation but Prachi had been put off immensely.
Was that the reason he refrained from talking about his wife? ... had he murdered her?.... but why would he? Thoughts ran wild in her mind as she stepped inside his office again. She found the crib empty and a note stuck on her LCD screen "Have taken Preeti home will be back in 30 minutes. Call Chopra and fix an appointment asap." Prachi knew thirty minutes meant thirty minutes she quickly called up Karan Chopra their event manager and fixed an appointment for the next day. She had not been able to eat anything at the cafeteria after Sapna's rude remarks what bothered her was that none of the women talked about it she wanted to know more but they had shut up like clams refusing to speak on the subject.
Even Madhu had maintained her silence though she had informed Prachi about Sumana, she was a hardworking girl who hailed from a middle class family one of the 6 siblings in her home her father had been unable to pay her college fee. She had joined the company a year back and it was Milind who had advised her to resume studies promising to fund her education. Prachi could not understand the man he seemed to have a generous heart but she had seen the other side of him dark and terrifying. She shivered slightly as she remembered his enraged conversation on the day he interviewed her, she wondered if he did what he did to put up a show to deceive the world.
Milind had found Preeti sleeping peacefully but he decided to take her home he realized he'd be working late and he couldn't leave her unattended in this state after Prachi left in the evening. Baba had been only too happy to be able to spend time with his grand daughter ever since he had appointed Prachi, Milind had been taking Preeti to the office with him. He had refrained from informing Baba about the new PA cum nanny lest he devised a plan to make her leave the esteemed position like the ones before her. Consequently Baba missed pampering her and assented to look after her while he slaved at the office.
Parking the car in it's reserved space he quickly boarded the elevator and reached his office, as he resumed his seat behind the desk Prachi checked her watch not even a second off mark. She informed him about the appointment and returned back to her room the afternoon had been passing smoothly when the peon appeared with lunch. Milind was surprised to see double the amount of food he usually ate, on inquiry the peon confirmed that Madhu had sent food for both of them as Prachi too has missed lunch. He had cast a placid look in her direction and had asked the peon to inform her about it. Prachi had been surprised to see the peon ask her to join Milind for lunch she felt hungry and decided that a few morsels would do her good.
The peon served them and left quickly Prachi eyed the food longingly she wished he would start so that she could follow suit but he remained engrossed in the file he held occassionally tapping his cigarette in the ash tray to shed off it's burnt remnants. Not being able to bear it anymore she cleared her throat slightly, he didn't even stir "Sir" she called out his eyes had met hers "Khana" "Food" she had reminded him "To?" "So?" he had asked raising his eyebrows."Khaein?" "Should we eat?" she had counter questioned "Tuu shuru ker" "You can start." he had replied his eyes focused on the file and Prachi had. She had never eaten alone and felt uncomfortable pushing the rice in her mouth.
After about five minutes she decided to remind him again "Sir" this time he had glared back at her as if asking now what. "Main....woh... akeley" I.....um....I'm eating all alone she stuttered he snapped the file close "Kiya lagta hai tujhey main yahaan teri entertainment key liye betha huun." What do you think I'm here for your entertainment?" This was too much for Prachi first the cafeteria now him he could see a film of tears cloud her eyes, she silently pushed her plate and ran back to her room. He called the peon to pack the food back in the containers but to leave it there.
Time had flown and before she knew it was past eight, way beyond her working hour quickly packing up her stuff she walked out of her room. Submitting her documents on the final menu she turned to leave when the power shut off. She tried opening the door which refused to budge even an inch. "Electronic lock hai light aayegi to khuleyga" "It's an electronic lock it'll open when the power is restored." she had heard his calm voice float in the dark behind her. Her hands trembled she was alone with him caught high up on the tenth floor of the building escape seemed impossible.
Making a mental note to check on the alternate source of power supply installed for the premises the next day he produced a few candles from one of the desk drawers and lit them with his lighter. The room had now an eerie glow to it, walking to the large french windows he pulled back the curtains throwing them wide open. The warm night breeze floated in the room cleansing it of the stale cigarette smoke. She didn't know what to do after his behaviour that afternoon she hardly wanted to talk to him let alone be near him. She thought she'd slip a candle to her room as he stood looking down at the busy streets.
Cautiously she walked over to his desk and proceeded to pick one when he turned around at the precise moment. The candle dropped from her hand on the floor she froze at the spot not being able to move despite an overwhelming desire to flee immediately. Suddenly she saw his face change expressions from boredom to fear he quickly moved towards her catching her by the arm he pulled her towards him but she refused to move. Giving her a stern look he removed her dupatta from her neck it was only then that she realized it had been on fire. The candle had fallen on it and the flimsy material had taken to light immediately threatening to spread further up, her fright had caused her to ignore the increasing heat near her. He balled the fabric in his hands putting the fire out in the process she gasped in surprise as he handed the burnt fabric back to her.
It was a few minutes before Prachi registered what had happened her dupatta was on fire and she could have been seriously burnt........ he had saved her. She saw him study his palms they were scorched, she relit the candle and taking it in her hand she closed the distance between them. Holding his palm in hers she looked at it in the golden beams of the candle light the skin appeared swollen and fissured in a few places, he had suffered first degree burns. Drops of salt water fell from her eyes on them as her lips quivered in pain.
She disappeared into her room leaving Milind bewildered at her actions, appearing shortly with a first aid kit in her hands. Placing the candle on the window sill she looked up at him "Bethiye" "Sit",she had said softly and he had done so. Seated on the cold marble next to him she gently applied ointment on his palms, he looked on hypnotized. Why did she cry when she saw his hands? Why was she doing what she was doing? His mind failed to come up with reasonable answers to the queries. She had finished bandaging his hands and returned the box to it's place resuming her seat beside him she stated "Aap bata detey mujhey .....main..... aapka haath to nahin jalta." "You should've told me...... I ..... atleast your hands wouldn't have burnt" he remained silent "Aap ko zyaada dard to nahin? main pain killer laaun?" "Is it paining much? Should I get you a pain killer?" she had asked again deeply concerned for his wounds.
"Dard" "Pain" he had echoed giving her a sardonic look ....... "Ab nahin hota." "I don't feel it now" he whispered after a pause. Something in his voice had caused Prachi to watch him with renewed interest he seemed to have travelled to a different plane of existence altogether. His eyes were listless his face contorted suggesting his mind deep in thought, recollecting memories possibly of some wretched moment in time. "Aap ney khana nahin khaya aap ko bhuuk nahin lagi?" "You haven't had lunch aren't you feeling hungry?" Prachi had tried to remove the grieving expression he wore on his face implicating that some part of him was dying a slow painful death. "Hmm...." he medidated "Tuu ney bhi to nahin khaya." "You didn't have it either" her hazel eyes had collided with his coal ones and he had read something beyond comprehension in them.
He watched as she rose and brought the lunch tiffin to where he sat she then proceeded to make a plate for him and offered it to him. He tried holding it in his bandaged hands but failed to, seeing him struggle with it she stopped him. Picking up the roti she broke off bite sized portions of it and dipped it in the daal she then held it out to him. He inspected her simple form aglow in the rich illumination of the candles, her hair waved slightly in the breeze her eyes filled with sympathy and concern for him. She smiled as she saw him look at her in amazement, she realized he was not used to such gestures and feared he may refuse but was pleasantly surprised when he opened his mouth and ate it in submission. She managed to feed him his share of the food and then ate hers trying to make small talk mean while.
Sometime later they had heard the power being restored and they had taken to their feet it was past ten and he wanted her safely home. As she packed the tiffin he blew out the candles and placed them back in the drawer he had turned to walk out when he saw her gaze at the burnt dupatta in her hands, as if reading her thoughts he returned to where she stood and handed her his coat which she had worn with gratitude.
Part 8
The ride to her house was a silent one his eyes were focused on the road ahead as she mulled on the incident in the office.She was slumped on the seat next to him her hands bunched in her lap, she felt the oversized expensive Armani hung on her it smelt of burnt tobacco and Isimiaki, she recognized the perfume as an excellent one and the combination had a fatal effect on her senses.
Inhaling a deep lungful of it she tried to commit his smell to her memory. He drove the car with finesse she wondered if his hands stinged underneath the bandage he had not winced or gasped with pain once after being severely burnt it seemed as if he was used to such torments and took them in his stride. She shuddered as she imagined what could have happened if he hadn't pulled the dupatta off her, he saw her shudder and turned slightly to face her.
He wondered how anyone could look both beautiful and innocent at the same time. She looked small and fragile covered in his coat,tendrils of her hair blew naughtily on her flushed cheeks and every so often she'd push them behind her ear with her slender fingers.Her eyes seemed to be focused on the dashboard her thoughts wandering. "Tuu theek to hai na?" "Are you alright?"he had asked and she had immediately lifted her eyes to him "Jee" "Yes" she had smiled but it had quickly faded away "I'm sorry meri wajah sey aapka haath jal gaya. Dard ho raha hoga na.""I'm sorry you burnt your hand because of me. It must be paining ?" and he had watched her supple lips move her face depicting unhappiness.
"Yeh chot" "This wound" he laughed a soft hollow laugh "Aadat ho gayi ab to........ nahin dard nahin mujhey." "I'm used to it......no it's not paining." She had looked at him again his laugh had surprised her but watching him had made her realize it was far from pleasant. She wondered if she would ever be able to see him laugh straight from his heart it troubled her to think that he was an extremely unhappy soul. He had switched on the radio an old number played on the mellifluous notes reverberating in the car
"Tujh se naraaz nahin nahin zindagi hairaan huun main o hairaan huun main I'm not mad at you life just surprised
Terey masoom sawalon sey pareshaan huun main ho pareshaan huun main I'm worried by your innocent questions.
Tujh se naraaz nahin nahin zindagi hairaan huun main ho hairaan huun main
Terey masoom sawalon sey pareshaan huun main ho pareshaan huun main
Jeeney key liye socha hi nahin dard sanbhalney hongey.
Never thought I'd have to hold pain close to live.
Jeeney key liye socha hi nahin dard sanbhalney hongey.
Muskuraein to muskuraney key qarz utaarney hongey
If we laugh we'll have to pay back the debt we owe to our laughter.
Muskuraun kabhi to lagta hai jaisey honton pey qarz rakha hai.
If I laugh at times I feel I've placed a debt on my lips.
Tujh se naraaz nahin nahin zindagi hairaan huun main o hairaan huun main.
Prachi had shifted uncomfortably in her seat he seemed to be completely in sync with the song but she realized it had aggravated his melancholy and she understood that it somehow connected to him in some way. She reached for the button and switched the channel immediately a different tune floated in the air.He had been pulled out of his thoughts by her act and found her watching him, her eyes filled with dread but he had silently averted his eyes back to the road ahead.Lata Mangeshkar's voice now filled the car
"Aisa sama na hota kuch bhi yahaan na hota
It wouldn't have been like this nothing would've been here
Merey humrahi jo tum na hotey merey humrahi jo tum na hotey.
If you hadn't been my companion
Aisa sama na hota kuch bhi yahaan na hota
Merey humrahi jo tum na hotey merey humrahi jo tum na hotey.
Raahein wohi waadi wohi badla kuch nahin
The valley is the same so are the ways
Phir bhi terey milney sey hai duniya kyun haseen.
Then why does the world look so beautiful after meeting you
Raahein wohi waadi wohi badla kuch nahin
Phir bhi terey milney sey hai duniya kyun haseen.
Kahiin khuwabon main hum gum na hotey
I wouldn't have been lost in dreams if you hadn't been my companion.
Merey humraahi jo tum na hotey."
He had pulled out a cigarette from it's silver case and lit it puffing it heavily as the car sped on the roads, she was enjoying the track it was one of her favourites he saw her smile, snapping her fingers softly she hummed with the singer.
"Hum tum jo na miltey to na chaata yeh nasha
If you and I wouldn't have met this intoxication wouldn't have shrouded us.
Hota kuch bhi hota yeh na hota jo hua.
Anything would've happened besides what has happened
Hum tum jo na miltey to na chaata yeh nasha
Hota kuch bhi hota yeh na hota jo hua.
Yahaan mil key na dil aisey khotey merey humrahi jo tum na hotey
Hearts wouldn't have met and become lost if you wouldn't have been my companion.
Aisa sama na hota kuch bhi yahaan na hota
Merey humrahi jo tum na hotey merey humrahi jo tum na hotey.
They eventually reached her house and she had invited him to her humble abode telling him she'd need to change before she handed him her coat surprising himself he accepted the offer. Premlata had been pleasantly astonished to see Prachi accompanied by Milind she welcomed him warmly, seating him on a wickerchair she herself had gone to the kitchen. Milind had felt quite at home seated in the lounge on the chair he rolled his sleeves up and ran a bandaged hand through his matted hair.It was a simple chawl house consisting of two rooms and a lounge from where he sat he could see someone sleeping on the bed inside one of them.
The kitchen was in a corner of the lounge partly open he could see Prachi's mother cooking someting on the stove whatever it was it smelt really good he took a sniff of the delicious aroma wafting through the house.Somehow he had an indistinct feeling of being at home it had the warmth and caring aura to it which reminded him of his own chawl house he once resided in.His eyes had caught Inder's picture hung on the wall and the wreath it bore indicating his demise.
Emerging from the kitchen Premlata had pulled a chair beside him at the table, placing three cups of steaming tea and a plate full of saffron coloured dhoklas on the table. "Tum Prachi key dost ho?" "Are you Prachi's friend?" she had inquired without waiting for a reply she had continued "Acha hua tum sey dosti ker li iss ney warna buhut kam dost banati hai yeh. Bachpan sey hii aisi hai, apney Boss sey buhut darti hai.Tumharey Boss buhut ghussa kertey hain kiya?" "It's good she's befreinded you else she has very less friends. She's been like that since her childhood. She's afraid of her boss too. Tell me does he get angry often?"she had questioned him again mixing sugar in his cup of tea.
"Haan shayad buhut ghussa kerta hai woh" "Yes I believe he often gets angry" he had spoken for the first time.Watching him thoughtfully Premlata had continued "Shayad ussey bhi koi pareshaani hogi apni zindagi main, jaan bujh ker to koi ghussa nahin kerta." "Maybe he's facing difficulties in his life too, else why would anyone get angry deliberately" and she had smiled as she handed him his cup. He had stared at her in visible wonder amazed by her clarity of heart. As he put forward his hands to accept the cup she was shocked to see them bandaged and inquired him for the cause.
Prachi had emerged from her room then and informed her of the incident in the office, tears welled up in Premlata's eyes as she thanked Milind but he had denied it being a grave matter. His self effacement and modesty had left both mother and daughter burdened with sympathy and gratitude for him. Prachi handed him his coat thanking him, he noticed she had changed in a pale blue salwar kameez he wondered why her simplicity struck him afresh everytime. She had caught him observing her in admiration and he had felt her gaze on him their eyes had collided and he was suddenly aware of the fact that her eyes had the ability to penetrate into the very depths of his soul.Right now they seemed to be searching him for answers to a million questions, he had abruptly shifted his own gaze to the watch on the wall, it was time he left.
As he rose to leave Premlata had asked him to eat the dhoklas and he had sat down back Premlata had fed him the dhokla herself. "Apni maa key haath sey to khaatey hi rehtey hogey aaj merey haathon sey kha lo" "Your mother must be feeding you at home eat it from my hands today" she had said and he had been compelled to stay for the simple meal how he wished his mother would feed him as this woman did but sadly she no longer breathed. At the doorway he had turned back looking at Premlata he was filled with appetence she felt and sounded so much like his own mother stooping down to her feet he had touched them in pious reverence, instantly her hands had carressed his tousled hair he could feel the warmth reach his soul feeling it travel from her fingers to his heart as he heard the words "Hamesha khush raho." "Always remain happy."
It had been late when he stepped on his threshold he treaded softly on the polished marble floor and ascended the stairs to his room opening it he found it empty walking softly to his father's room he saw both Baba and Preeti deep in slumber on Baba's large bed. Closing the door gently behind him he had trudged back to his own room, pondering on the evening's events he had changed his clothes settling for a white kurta and pyjamas.
Later that night as Milind lay on his large rosewood bed his mind seemed to be working on it's own accord he dreamed he was being led away in handcuffs.Some of the people were policemen a sudden excitement broke through the crowd and the policemen turned into tv interviewers and news reporters they started asking him questions, waving their microphones in front of him so that he could be heard. "Mr Mishra aap ney apni patni ka qatal kyun kiya?" "Kiya wajah thi iss murder key peechey Mr Mishra.. boliye, jawab dijiye." "Mr Mishra why did you kill your wife?" "What was the reason behind this murder.....answer us."
He put up his hands to avoid the constant banter his handcuffs gleamed as sunbeams shone on the polished iron. He was suddenly whisked into a prison cell where a big burly policeman asked him questions over and over again questions, questions, questions.... The policeman had started hitting him with a big iron rod and every time the rod hit him a part of him would start bleeding the pain burning deeper and deeper. He woke up sweating profusely, the terror of the dream coursing through him like a swift and rapid torrent, his heart pounded hard against the captivating walls.
It had been a dream he reminded himself it was over, it was all over then why did it haunt him so night after night.Throwing back the covers he walked to the balcony opening the door to it he let the night breeze soothe his senses. He heard the door open Baba had walked in with Preeti placing her on the bed he had walked over to him.
"Kahaan reh gaya tha Milind malum hai kitni chinta ho rahi thi mujhey teri?" "Where were you Milind do you know how worried was about you?" Baba had chided him he turned to see worry writ large over the elderly man's face." Baba aap kyun chinta kertey hain itna kaam main phans gaya tha bas thori der ho gayi." "Baba why do you worry about me so I'd got caught up in some work so got late." he had tried consoling him. "Kab andaaza hoga tujhey Milind keh main kitna thak gaya huun" "When will you realize Milind how tired I've become." sitting down in the armchair near the bed he had sighed in desperation "Tuu kiya samajhta hai main jaanta nahin tujhey, kab tak bhagta raheyga tuu apni zindagi sey?Apney aap ko kaam main masroof rakh ker tuu kiya samajhta hai tuu peecha chura paayega apney ateet sey? Milind zindagi main aagey barh jo ho gaya ussey bhuul ja." "What do you think I don't know you, how long will you keep running away from your life? You think you can forget your past by burying yourself in work? Milind move forward in your life forget what has happened."
Milind had placed his head in his father's lap sitting down on the thick Persian rug besides him as the old man stroked his hair lovingly hot tears fell from his eyes and seeped in his father's shirt. "Kaisey bhuul jaun Baba yeh yaadein mujhey jeeney nahin detein mujhey har pal yaad dilaati hain keh main kitna bara gunehgaar huun Baba" "How do I forget Baba how these memories don't let me live. They keep reminding me of my grave mistake" tears ran down his father's face as he watched his son break in a million pieces all over again.
She tossed and turned thrashing around her on the bed as she dreamt, the same dream she dreamt each night. She was running through a dark forest the trees were thick and her bare feet scrunched the dry leaves underfoot, she wanted to hide....hide somewhere safe. Her eyes tried to make out the shape of the unfamiliar surroundings in vain she stretched out her hands, thorns stabbed her arms leaving deep gashes as she tried to break free of the enveloping gloom and darkness but she continued running she had now reached an open field an eerie silence echoed all around her. She looked about her it seemed as the world was dead and then he had come as always, he caught her by her arms while she screamed and struggled in a mad fury.
Premlata had shaken her violently "Prachi utho Prachi" "Prachi wake up" and she had forced herself to awaken still struggling in her mind looking around her fearfully she checked to make sure it was a dream. "Phir wohi sapna ?" "The same dream again?" Premlata had questioned and she had hugged her mother tightly as her mother gently stroked her hair. "Prachi bhuul kyun nahin jaati tum us ko. Zindagi main log aagey barhtey hain Prachi ateet key saaye main nahin jeetey jo ho gaya usey bhuul jao, bhuul jao." "Prachi why don't you forget it? People move on in life they don't live in the shadows of their past. Forget it." "Kaise bhuul jaun kaisey maa yeh yaadein mujhey jeeney nahin detein or yeh sapna har pal mujhey mera ateet yaad dilata hai." "How do I forget it mom these memories don't let me live and this dream reminds me constantly of my past." she had whimpered sobbing noiselessly against her mother's shoulder.Premlata had sighed softly how she wished her daughter would forget her past and live her life without it haunting her as an incubus.
Later that night Prachi had looked out of her bedroom window at the full moon hung like a lantern illuminating the sky in it's cold silvery shine."Kab aayega merey dil ko chain?" "When will my heart find peace?" she had questioned it letting it's silvery chords bathe her she wished the light would reach her soul cleansing it. Standing in his balcony smoking Milind had watched the same celestial object absentmindedly the moonlight blanketed the entire premises giving it a magical touch he studied the flagstones lining the driveway exhaling a cloud of smoke, what had his life become, why could he not be at peace with himself. He possessed everything..... everything but peace. "Kab aayega merey dil ko chain?" he had questioned lifting his face up to the moon hoping to find his answer etched in it's milky glow. Standing miles apart from each other their hearts had beat simultaneously and had yearned for the one important thing in their lives and unknown to them their questions had reached their final destination waiting to be answered.
Part 9
(I)
"Milind to phir kiya socha tuuney?" "So what did you think?" Baba had asked sipping his morning tea. "Kis baarey main?" "About what?" he had enquired thougtlessly his attention focused on Preeti as he fed her spoonfuls of her cereal. She hated cereal and found all possible ways of avoiding it but Milind knew that just milk would do her no good and so it was a good hour that she took each morning at breakfast. Now too she had shut her mouth tightly when he tried putting the spoonful in it "Preeti kha lo jaan" "Preeti eat it sweetheart" he had tried coaxing her but she refused to open her mouth at any cost.
"Milind main tujh sey kitni baar keh chuka huun keh agar teri nazar main koi larki hai to theek hai nahin to main khud hi tera rishta kahin tey ker duunga." "Milind I've told you countless times if you have a girl in mind it's fine with me and if you don't I'll find one myself and get you hitched." Baba had stated frustrated at his son's indifference to his own happiness."Baba aap jaantey hain main shaadi nahin kerna chahta." "Baba you know I don't want to get married." he had told his father. "Kyun? Kiya zindagi ki khushion per tera koi haq nahin? Ya Kaajal key guzar jaaney key baad tuuney sanyaas ley lia hai." "Why? Have you lost your right on the happiness life holds for you? Or have turned into a confirmed bachelor after Kaajal's demise?"
He could tell his father was mad at him especially after last night, he had returned rather late and Baba had waited up for him a long time finally tired and exhausted he had put Preeti to sleep and had slept beside her. But his paternal instinct wouldn't let him slumber peacefully he had awakened sometime in the night and had checked on Milind only to find him staring at the sky searching for answers. His burnt hands had infuriated him further, the fact that his son was slowly falling victim to self guilt and self torture was too overwhelming for him. He realized Milind needed stability in his life, the feeling of being loved and to love someone in return according to him had become a crucial need for Milind. He had spent a lonely life after his wife's death and knew the pain and sufferring the solitary living had caused him and his had been a happy married life not a tormenting one like Milind's, he knew Milind would never consent but he simply had to get him settled with some girl who would make him feel whole again.
"Baba aap kyun nahin samajhtey.... kiya guarantee hai keh jo aayegi woh Preeti ka khayal rakheygi usey apna samjheygi." "Baba why don't you understand....... what gaurantee is there that whoever will come will consider Preeti her own and take care of her." he had tried explaining but Baba would listen to no excuse now "Agar woh Preeti ko nahin sanbhal sakti to main sanbhal luunga lekin tuu ab akeley zindagi nahin guzaarey ga yeh mera faisla hai." "If she can't take care of Preeti I'll take care of her myself but you will not lead a lonely life and that's my final decision." saying so he had opened the morning paper blocking Milind from his view. Shaking his head in frustration Milind had quickly walked up to him kneeling beside him he had placed his heavy hand on his father's wrinkled one "Baba main akela kahaan huun aap hain, Preeti hai, phir Sukriti bhi to hai." "Baba I'm not alone you'r here then I have Preeti and Sukriti too." he had tried reasoning with him.Folding the paper angrily Baba had thrown it on the table "Tujhey kiya lagta hai Milind main amrit pee ker aaya huun jo marunga nahin? Or Preeti aulad hai teri Preeti woh kami kabhi puri nahin ker sakti jo teri zindagi main hai, Sukriti to kab kii apney ghar jaa chuki hai Milind tuu kis key sahaarey zindagi guzaarna chahta hai? Tuuney mujh sey waqt maanga tha mainey tujhey waqt diya lekin ab or nahin.Ya to ab tuu bahu ko laa nahin to main yeh ghar chor ker chala jaunga." "What do you think I've drunk elixir that I won't die Milind and Preeti is your daughter she can never fill the void in your life. Sukriti is already married who do you want to spend your life with? You asked for time I gave it to you but not any more. Either you get me a daughter in a law in a week or I'll leave this house." saying this he had left the table and Milind had looked dejectedly after him.
How could he marry, his eyes wandered back to Preeti laughing, trying to make the bunny printed on her bib eat the cereal, how could he jeopardize her life for his own happiness. He could not be selfish and try to attain his own desires and bliss even if it meant a life filled with loneliness and tormenting memories he was ready to sacrifice everything for Preeti even his ownself. Picking her up he stared at her soulful eyes she seemed to have sensed something wrong with her father as she had suddenly turned quiet.
Placing her palms on either sides of his face she had kissed him on his cheek with her cereal smeared mouth. He hugged her tightly carressing her soft curls she was dearer to him than his own life. "Kiya dey paaogey tum humarey bachey ko Milind? Pyaar, waqt,apnapan jo tum uski maa ko nahin dey sakey woh usey kaisey dogey Milind ... kaisey?" "What can you give to our child Milind? Love, time or the feeling of being wanted how can you give her something you've never been able to give to her mother" the words had haunted him for long and he was hellbent to prove them wrong.
"Sir aaj aapki Mr Chawla key saath appointment hai unkey Chennai waaley project key silsiley main." "Sir you have an appointment today with Mr Chawla for the Chennai project" Prachi had informed him changing Preeti's frock that afternoon. "Hmm " he had responded not registering a single word she had said, she realized he was not himself today. Normally he would have asked her to bring her the required documents for the meeting and prepare a short update on the company for him to have a fair idea of them and their market position before setting out for it. But he had not asked for anything yet,she found him staring at his laptop his forehead scrunched in deep furrows he obviously hadn't even heard a word of what she had just said.
She tried testing her theory further "Sir aaj lunch main kareley bane hain pasand hain na aapko?" "Sir there's bitter gourd for luch today, you like it don't you?" another "Hmm" from him confirmed her suspicion. He hated bitter gourd and had strictly prohibited it from being cooked in the cafeteria. She waved her hand infront of his face and it was only then that he realized she stood next to him "Aapki tabiyat to theek haina?" "Are you feeling alright?" she had asked and he had stared back at her undecisively how could he feel well when his father threatened to take drastic measures for his supposed wellbeing.
"Kahin ja rahi hai?" "You'r going somewhere?" he had asked as he saw her dressing Preeti up "Haan yahiin mall tak jaana hai iss key kaprey khareedney eik achi shop hai wahaan." "Yes just here to the mall had to get some clothes for her there's a good shop there" she had informed him while putting shoes on Preeti's little feet. Preeti loved being dressed and sat quite still as Prachi stuck the velcro pads on the shoes together. She then brushed her crop of curls clipping them on the side making a mental note to ask Milind to get her a haircut soon. Picking up his car keys he had walked out of the room when she reached the parking lot she was surprised to see him waiting for her in the car.
Getting in she closed the door with a thud Preeti had sat silently at first but seeing her father drive had her excited she wanted to go sit with him Prachi tried stopping her but she wouldn't listen she wriggled off the back seat and tried to squeeze through the small gap in the front seats.With Milind's help she had succeeded in seating herself on the one next to him. He had slowed down the car for her safety when at that exact moment a crazed driver whizzed past their car and he had had to swerve his car to avoid the other one from crashing in his car's side. The swerve had made Preeti topple over and she had landed on the bottom of the car, she sat there looking very much bewildered.
Muttering curses under his breath Milind had stopped the car at the side picking up Preeti he had brushed her dress kissing her on the cheek, Prachi had tried to get Preeti from Milind but he refused to let go."Prachi aagey betho" "Prachi sit in the front" he had ordered and she knew her fall had angered him. She had stepped out of the back of the car and seconds later was seated beside him with Preeti cuddled in her lap."Chot to nahin lagi aapko jaanu?" "Did you get hurt dear?" she had asked Preeti in hushed tones and Preeti had smiled at her, her lips curved in an impish grin.From the corner of his eyes he could see Preeti play with Prachi's gold ring while she chattered happily to her, Prachi answered her patiently gently rubbing Preeti's head where a small bump had formed kissing it occassionally. He could not help but feel content at this scene his daughter was in safe hands.
(II)
He had been tired of pondering on the morning's events and had thought some time out of familiar premises would do him good. The drive was a short one and fifteen minutes later they stood at the mall outside a lavishly decorated shop bearing items for children of all ages.He had read the shops name in disgust "Mother care" as if it was only mothers who understood children and could take care of them. He thought it was extremely unfair to fathers nonetheless he entered the cool place. It was bustling with women some had their children with them while others were expectant mothers.
Milind wandered aimlessly around the expansive area he felt lost and completely out of place normally he'd have taken Preeti somewhere he didn't feel alienated.He saw Prachi busy with Preeti she had made Preeti sit on a short table and now checked dresses pinning them at her back against her shoulders. Preeti was enjoying the expedition thoroughly she touched all the dresses in excitement holding them close to her she gurgled in happiness.
Finishing with the clothes Prachi fitted her with some shoes. Milind had stood in a corner fingering some garments debating on whether or not to buy something of his own choice for his daughter as he watched Prachi with Preeti .He was sometimes awed by Prachi's expertise at handling Preeti it felt as if she had known the child since ages. As he looked on he saw that Preeti was trying to get away from her probably interested in a large stuffed teddy kept on the other side of the counter but Prachi held her firmly by her toe so that she wouldn't wander away from her while she chatted with the salesgirl about the required dresses. Feeling extremely bored and estranged he had taken out his cigarette and was about to light it when the salesgirl had approached him."Sir smoking is not allowed here you can smoke outside till your wife and daughter finish their shopping."
Turning around Milind had silently pocketed his cigarette and weaved his way to Prachi who had finished getting everything packed. "Ho gaya?" "Done yet?" he had asked wearily pulling out his wallet he paid a wad of notes to the girl behind the counter. Prachi had slung Preeti on her side her arm circling Preeti tightly while she dangled her small legs on either side of Prachi's slim waist. As they turned to leave the receptionist had stopped them handing them a wrapped gift. "Yeh kis liye?" "What's this for?" Prachi had asked "It's a rule ma'am jo bhi 5000 sey uper ki shopping kartey hain unhain yeh gift milta hai." "Whoever shops above a mark of 5000 they get this gift" Prachi had thanked her while Milind strode out towards the elevator.
"Tuu ney lunch kiya?" "Have you had lunch?" he asked as they rode in the elevator taking her by surprise "Nahin" "No" she replied "Chal" "Come" he had said simply, they entered a renowned restaurant in the vicinity as the waiter took their orders Preeti yawned sleepily. Milind had taken her from Prachi and gently rocked her in his arms soon she was fast asleep, he had smoothed the stray curls on her forehead kissing her softly. The only time Prachi had seen his eyes glimmer was when he was with Preeti apart from that he rarely let any emotion through and sometimes it was hard for Prachi to understand his thought process.He had mastered the art of keeping his speculations and sentiments to himself people who knew him called him a man of few words and Prachi had assented to their opinion.
Nibbling at her salad she studied him raptly he seemed distracted and disappointed playing around with the food on his plate,she wondered what was it that troubled him so.He had pulled out his cigarette case and lit one handing Preeti to Prachi he puffed on the slender roll of tobacco his thumb gently scratched his forehead while his fingers clutched the burning stub. Putting out it's remains in the ashtray he proceeded to light the next one Prachi could see whatever he thought must be of grave content, she wished she could escape from the suffocating smog that shrouded their table. She signalled the waiter to bring them the bill and handed it over to Milind who paid it promptly, she noticed he had barely touched his food and requested the waiter to pack it.
As they sat waiting for the food to be packed she had asked him hesitantly "Aap itni kyun peetey hain?" "Why do you smoke so much?" and he had stared at her long and hard as if deciding whether to answer her question or not. His eyes roved on her face trying to assess her sucking hard at the filter he had found her eyes searching him again. After a long pause he had answered "Jeeney key liye." "To live" and her startled expression had not escaped his punctilious gaze picking up the plastic bag containing the packed food he had walked off leaving her ruminating over his words and actions.
He sat waiting for her in the car when he recieved a call from Ramu kaka on his cell Baba had fainted on his way from the mandir that morning. Prachi had opened the door to the car when he told her to go back to the office on her own accord with Preeti instructing her to take care of Preeti he had stepped on the accelerator. Prachi had wistfully watched his car race away in the distance a sudden waveof fear had gripped her insides indicating an occurrence of dire portent.
Part 10
He had reached home to find the doctor checking Baba's pulse it seemed the elderly man was suffering from high blood pressure in the morning and the heat had aggravated it further. He had collapsed on the temple steps when the driver had hurried to his aid helping him in the car. Once home he had been taken to his bedroom and Ramu Kaka had called Milind up before calling the doctor.Milind had sent the driver to fetch the medicines prescribed by him immediately,sensing him near Baba had feebly opened his eyes to watch Milind seated by him on his bed.He stroked his father's hand fondly "Baba aap theek to haina?" Baba are you ok? he had questioned in anguish "Main theek huun Milind tuu chinta mat ker" I'm fine you don't worry.Baba had replied with an effort "Aap ko kuch ho jaata to Baba kiya zarurat thi akeley mandir jaaney kii mera intizaar to kiya hota." What if anything would've happened to you why did you go alone couldn't you wait for me? he had complained, he seriously dreaded anything happening to his father he was the only family he had besides Preeti. His sole confidant and the only person who understood him more than himself.
Bringing his hand to his lips he had kissed it with love and he had felt his father squeeze his hand tightly. He brushed Milind's heavy hand against his pallid cheek and gave him a look that he knew so well but had never really understood the mix of expression before, yet today he did. It was love, sorrow and fear and the amalgamation of it all had tugged at his heart. An hour later he rose from his seat beside his father on the large bed, he had managed to soothe Baba who now lay with his eyes closed in a troubled but deep slumber under the influence of drugs. Raking a heavy hand through his hair he checked the air flow of the air conditioner before he left the room.
He decided to go back to the office to collect Preeti and return home early, his father needed him business could wait. Giving explicit instructions to Kaka to call him when Baba woke up he left for the office. Meandering through the afternoon traffic he tried to maintain his patience which fast ran out on the over crowded roads especially on days like these when the sun chose to shine it's brightest. He had yanked his coat off throwing it on the backseat when he heard his cell ring putting it to his ear he heard a female voice ask for his identity.
"Milind Mishra here" he had replied "Main doctor Krishna bol rahi huun from Central Hospital, aapki wife ka accident ho gaya hai please come quick." I'm Dr Krishna from Central Hospital your wife has had an accident please come quick. He checked the number was someone playing a prank on him, well if that was the case he certainly wasn't going to play along. "Aapko koi ghalat fehmi hui hai " You've been mistaken he had replied rather curtly , it seemed the woman was obviously as agitated as himself "Mujhey koi ghalat fehmi nahin hui hai aapki wife or beti dono yahiin hain you better come fast" I'm certainly not mistaken your wife and daughter are both here you better come fastsaying so she had slammed the phone shut. He stared at the cell in disbelief wife, daughter .... what the hell and then an awful struck him what if Preeti really was there.
Without another moment's delay he had turned the car in the direction of the hospital.Twenty minutes later he stopped his car in the hospital's parking lot hurriedly sprinting up the stairs. The waft of disinfectant hit him as soon as the automatic doors slid open.The place had been there for some time and boasted of latest technology and the best doctors available. He was at the reception in minutes questioning the hassled looking receptionist "Abhi abhi koi accident case aaya hai hai kiya?" Has any accident case been admitted here recently? she probably didn't like his intrusion during her lunch but checked the records all the same.
Muttering something inaudible she directed him to the emergency unit. Racing down the spotless corridor he managed to locate Dr. Krishna deep in conversation with a nurse. She was a young woman probably in her early thirties, clearing his throat he had diverted her attention to him."Milind Mishra" he had explained "Meri beti Preeti" My daughter Preeti he had elaborated further.Taking a good look at him she had pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose "Aaiye merey saath" Come with me she had stated escorting him to a room on the other side of the corridor. He entered the stark and practically white room to find Preeti lying on the hospital bed while Prachi sat next to her on the small stool beside it. Preeti was asleep and her forehead bore a small white bandage, "Preeti" he had called to her causing Prachi to acknowledge his presence. Touching Preeti's forehead tentatively he was filled with rage and a deep rooted furor he had trusted her to take care of his daughter.
Prachi had looked up to see him kiss Preeti gently a wave of relief swept over her. She stood up, "Aap....aap aa gaye" You...you've come she had started but before she could utter another word he was on her like a tiger on a deer catching her by her arms he shook her violently "Kiya kiya hai Preeti ko?" he bellowed "Bola tha na is ka khayaal rakhna,yeh khayal rakha hai.....or kiya bola tuuney uss doctor ko tuu meri patni hai." What have you done to her? I told you to look after her, this is how you've looked after her... and what did you tell the doctor, you'r my wife? Prachi had staggered in his grasp taken by surprise at his sudden attack and shook like a dead leaf in his powerful hands. She could feel his fingers digging deep in her flesh, she winced in pain as she tried to explain "Aap meri baat to suniye." Please listen to me she pleaded.
"Nahin sunna mujhey kuch" I don't want to listen to anything he cried in a mad fury "Sharam nahin aati itna jhoot boltey huey apni auqat yaad nahin tujhey or agar nahin yaad hai to main yaad dila deta huun. Tuu sirf eik employee hai meri, bas. Iss sey zyaada kuch nahin." Don't you feel ashamed lying like this. Have you forgotten your position . You'r just an employee that's it, nothing else. He could see tears spill on her cheeks her eyes wide obviously pained by his scathing remarks. She had suffered herself there were bruise marks on her left cheek and a laceration near her collar bones which bled profusely her eyes were shadowy and puffed she had been crying earlier. For the tiniest of moments his heart had gone out to her but he had brushed aside the sympathy he felt for her.
She looked aweful, pale and drained trembling in his iron grip and then her eyes had fluttered momentarily before closing altogether. He felt her muscles slacken in his grip she fell against him limp and unconscious, Dr Krishna had returned from her emergency talk with the nurse to the room at that moment. Seeing her in that state slumped against Milind she had immediately informed him "Main kab sey keh rahi thi in say keh apni bandage kerwa lain lekin inhain beti ki fikar sey fursat nahin. Aap inhain yahaan ley aaiye" I've been telling her to get her wounds bandaged since long but she was so worried about her daughter you can bring her here she had said showing him to another room adjacent to the previous one, picking her up in his arms he had gently laid her on the bed. He watched as the doctor cleaned and bandaged her wounds, perplexed by her condition he had questioned the doctor about the accident.
She had filled him with the little details that she knew, telling him that an elderly couple had brought them to the hospital it seemed Prachi had been crossing the road when a car had raced past her trying to save Preeti she had fallen prey to the couple's car. She had taken the hit herself saving Preeti from any major injuries. The couple had checked her purse to find his business card in there they had tried calling him themselves but the network had been down, they had left both them at the hospital afraid that if they stayed longer he would press charges against them.
Milind was suddenly filled with repentence he had vented out his anger at her without knowing the entire truth. He looked up to see her lying on the bed frail and vulnerable, cursing himself for his tempestuous behaviour he walked out to check on Preeti. The child had come around and the doctor having checked her had given her a clean bill of health telling Milind he could take her home.He prayed Prachi would gain consciousness soon so he could drop her safely home before he returned to his own. He played with Preeti in her room to while away the time but he noticed her eyes searched Prachi . He wondered what magical spell Prachi had cast over her that she had become attached to her to such an extent.He waited for some time but soon he realized Preeti was becoming restless, staying put for long wasn't just her cup of tea. Picking her up he advanced to the adjoining room to check on Prachi but to his utter dismay the room was empty. Where was she?
Prachi had awakened finally, she looked around the unfamiliar surroundings in surprise and then the afternoon's events rushed to her mind. She recalled the accident vividly she had been crossing the street with Preeti when a car had raced past her, she had stopped in the middle of the road frightened. If she were alone it wouldn't have mattered much but she carried Preeti and she knew one wrong move on her part would put the child's life in danger. She started walking again in an attempt to cross over when a blue Toyota appeared out of the corner.
Making a wrong U Turn the car had crashed in them. Prachi had realized she couldn't avoid a collision and so had turned her back towards the car taking the hit herself. She thanked her lucky stars that the car's speed wasn't very high and it had just bumped her nonetheless the damage had been done. She had fallen down clutching Preeti tightly, saving her from major injuries and they had rolled towards the curb. Preeti's head had struck the pavement and a gash had appeared immediately on her small forehead. She had fainted then leaving Prachi aghast at the situation.The couple in the car had offered her help and she had them rush her to the nearest hospital. It had been a torturous wait for her till the doctor had checked Preeti confirming the fact that she wasn't injured severly, it was just a simple cut and would heal soon.Relieved Prachi had tried calling Milind but had failed to get into contact with him as the network was down.
Her head throbbed with a dull ache and she put a bandaged hand to press it slightly, she noticed an IV stuck in her arm and gently pulled it out. She touched her legs which felt heavy and stiff it seemed as if her body was not hers anymore. An excrutiating pain shot up her spine as she tried to move from her bed but she willed herself to get up, tears trickled down her bruised cheeks as she squeezed the foamy mattress underneath. She remembered his words..."Apni auqat yaad nahin tujhey" Don't you remember your position? she put her hands on her ears in a failed attempt to shut his angry voice out, she had to get away from him, as far as possible. Pulling her wits together she eased herself onto her feet, hugging the wall for support she inched her way out in the corridor, it was deserted.
The afternoon had given way to dusk she moved cautiously away from the room, once outside the hopital premises she breathed a sigh of relief. She watched the sun beginning to dip in the west she had to get home before night fell, trying to walk faster she lost her balance and felt the ground beneath her tip, falling heavily on her knees. Her feet were too bruised to keep up with her mind's pace, crying silently she had managed to get back on her feet once again.
Walking slowly she reached the bus stop and as the bus loomed in view Prachi prepared to board it, but a sudden thought stopped her in mid step. Her purse was still at the hospital in her anxiety and desire to get away from him she had forgotten to pick it up from the bedside table in the hospital room.Feeling drained and miserable she dragged herself to a nearby park, as she sat down on a white painted bench in a remote corner she felt her life couldn't be more worse.Overburdened with immeasurable sorrow and suffocating throes she had buried her face in her hands letting her tears flow freely.
Part 11
Milind had scoured the empty corridor in search for her but in vain no one seemed to be around,he stood stumped the hospital sprawled on an extensive piece of land,the place was massive how was he going to find her.Just then a nurse clad in starched white walked past him and he stopped her to ask "Dr Krishna kahaan hongi?" Where would Dr Krishna be? "Apney cabin main" In her cabin came the prompt reply. Asking her for directions he had followed her to the heart of the building the clicking of her heels resonating in the shiny corridor,pointing to a room she had gestured him to knock and had walked back the way they had come.
Knocking raptly on the white ash door he had heard a disgruntled "Come in",stepping inside he found the doctor poring over X-ray results gauging by her apprehension he realized the conversation should be a brief one. She had looked up to see him standing there dissapppointedly trying to pacify a very restless Preeti in his arms.
"Mujhey Prachi key baarey main puuchna tha... woh kahaan hai?" "I wanted to ask about Prachi where is she?" he had enquired without any preliminaries. "Prachi kon? .....oh inki mummy?" Prachi who? .. oh her mother" she had clarified "Woh to chali gayeen, mujhey laga aap bhi saath hii hongey" She's left I thought you'd be with her. A sudden wave of panic washed over him,where could she go in such a battered condition, maybe she went home. He stood musing on her whereabouts when he saw the doctor hand out something to him, it was her purse she had forgotten it in her haste, Damn he had thought taking it from her. As he turned the door knob to leave he heard the doctor call out to him "Mr Mishra next time you send your family out see to it that they have enough cash to get around."
"Kiya matlab?" What do you mean? he had asked confused , he soon received his asnswer when she handed him a gold ring and plain gold chain. "What's this?" he had asked flustered why was she giving him jewellery and whose was it anyways. "This is your wife's she didn't have anything to pay for your daughter's medical treatment so she gave these to the receptionist.Since you've paid all the bills I think you can return these to her." Taking them from her hand he had looked at the objects perplexed. Had she really done it? Given up her valuable posessions for his daughter's treatment. He knew how deplorable her financial conditions were and these trinkets would've meant a lot, yet she had parted with them for Preeti.
He had turned to leave when on a sudden impulse he had turned around halfway through the doorway "Kiya Prachi ney aapsey kaha tha keh woh Mrs Mishra hai?" Did Prachi tell you she's Mrs Mishra? Dr Krishna had stared at him strangely "Nahin" No she had replied "Jo couple unhain yahaan chor gaya tha unhon ney bataya tha" The couple who left her here had informed me. and she had noticed his face lose colour as he shut the door behind him. Preeti had been highly amused to see Prachi's gold ring she recognised it immediately trying to pull it from Milind's firm grasp. He had to find her he just had to and with that sole thought running wild in his mind his pace had quickened towards the parking lot.
Prachi had no idea of her next course of action she was far from home and that too penniless, she watched as people slowly started leaving the park she realised it would soon be empty. She had to walk her way home whether she liked it or not. Her mind understood the gravity of the situation but her body refused to comply, she just couldn't make herself move.She felt like screaming at the top of her lungs if only she could just go home ......somehow. Tightening her grip on the hand rail of the bench she had managed to get up ignoring the sharp pain that arose every time she moved a muscle she trudged forward.
She had been about to cross the park gates when she heard a voice call her from behind turning around she was surprised to see Krithika her neighbour stand there."Prachi tum yahaan?" Prachi how come you'r here? she had inquired pleasantly, she obviously was there for her own kids who scampered around her. She had two of them six year old Karan and three year old Tina the kids had immediately come to Prachi extremely pleased to see her there. They were very fond of their Prachi aunty who baby sat them sometimes when their mother was busy with work. "Aunty chaliye na ghar humarey saath" Aunty come home with us Tina had pleaded circling her small arms around Prachi's leg, joined by Karan "Haan na aunty aap ney humain Jungle Book bhi parh ker sunani hai, aap ney vaada kiya tha yaad haina aapko" Yes Aunty you have to read Jungle Book to us you promised remember he had smiled cheekily at her.
Prachi couldn't have felt more relieved she thought she could hitch a ride home with them. It was then that Krithika had realized that Prachi was silent moving closer she was horrified to see her wounds. "Prachi kiya hua tumko?" Prachi what happened to you? she had asked alarmed gently placing a hand on her sagging shoulder. Prachi had found it hard to keep her tears at bay but she braved a weak smile telling her that she had had a simple accident and would be extremely grateful if Krithika could take her home.The other woman had immediately assented, stopping a passing auto rickshaw she had quickly explained the driver their destination cramming in it they had headed for the chawl.As they rounded the bend Prachi had noticed a black Kompressor follow their rickshaw, she recognised it as Milind's had he seen her she had wondered fearfully.
Milind had floored the engine trying to keep calm, his eyes scanned the roads furtively hoping to find her walking down one of them. He had been extremely taken aback with Prachi's gestures for Preeti, she had risked her own life, received injuries, bore his wrath and had left without a word that too without any cash on hand. "Sab meri ghalati hai" It's all my fault he had thought angrily why couldn't he have just let her explain atleast she wouldn't have fled in that state.Keeping a sharp lookout for her he had driven around the corner away from the bus stop when he had noticed her talking to some other woman at the park gates, slowing down his car he watched as the two kids smiled up at her pulling her hand towards the doorway. He saw her smile half heartedly and walk with the trio to an auto rickshaw and then they had gone.
He had been assuaged to see her head for home and had decided to leave for his own when he saw her purse adorning his dash board.Aw crap he had thought now he'd have to return it to her but why, the question had arisen on his mind's surface countless times throughout the drive to her house. Why was he fretting for her discomfort after all she was just an employee. Just an employee, just an employee the words kept echoing in his mind till his head had started swimming. He followed the rickshaw to the chawl, he saw the other woman pay the fare and help her out but before they could advance further he had gotten out of his car and called out to her.
He could see the dread her eyes held for him yet she stayed put telling her friend she would be fine as Krithika dragged Karan and Tina up the stairs. Gingerly sprinting up to her he had held out her purse "Tuu wahiin bhuul gayi thi" You'd forgotten it there. he had stated, he noticed she was terrified of him her hand shook slightly as she took the bag from him. He saw her clutch it to her heart turning away in an attempt to flee, feeling encumbered with guilt and extremely ashamed of himself he had caught her wrist in an attempt to stall her.
She felt every pore of her skin break into an icy sweat as his hand touched hers the bag fell from her hand her face strained "Mainey jaan bujh ker nahin kiya kuch" I didn't do anything on purpose she had said frightened by his sudden move "Main...main ney kuch nahin kaha tha doctor sey app...aap yaqeen karein...please" I.. I didn't say anything to the doctor... trust me please she had whimpered and his heart had stopped beating for a fraction of a second.Taking her hands in his he had gently turned her so that she stood facing him, her eyes were down cast and he noticed the fresh tears that stained her cheeks. "Mujhey malum hai" I know he had told her looking at her tenderly, he saw her face lift up to him her eyes mirroring her disbelief "Main eik haftey kii chutti dey sakta huun iss sey zyaada nahin" I can just grant a week's leave not more than that. he had said somberly before he turned around leaving her stare after him, pulling away from the place he watched her still standing on the spot in the car's side view mirror till her image faded in the distance.
Part 12
Premlata had been shocked to see her battered and bruised chiding her for her carelessness she had burst into tears herself. "Maa kuch nahin hua mujhey main theek huun" Maa nothing's happened to me I'm fine she had tried consoling her mother "Kuch ehsaas nahin hai tumhain mera, kiya haal banaya hai apna pehley hii main itni pareshaan huun or tum ho keh...." You have no care for my feelings, what have you done to yourself as it is I'm worried and you just... she could see her mother was deeply hurt by her injuries and it was not something she could hide to ease her pain. "Kiya huaa maa aap kyun pareshaan hain?" What happened Maa why are you so worried? she had asked squeezing her mother's hands gently.And Premlata had informed her about her Daadi's ill health.
It had started after Inder's death her Daadi would lie quietly in her room initially she had refused to eat or drink Inder was her only child and she had never imagined his demise before her ownself. It had taken a lot of patience and effort on both Prachi and Premlata's part to convince her to eat and drink. She had finally consented to eating a few morsels each day and then the fever had overtaken her frail body. Inder's loss had torn her apart and weakened her strong spirits Alaap's behaviour was no help and her body now became a haven to fatal diseases. She was severely sick that was known by Prachi but to such an extent was a blow to both her and Premlata. Her mother had shown a long list of costly lab tests the doctor had jotted down that day the total expense of which was far beyond their wildest imagination. Holding the paper in her hands Prachi had been grieved at her helplessness.
That night as Milind lay in his darkened bedroom his thoughts had wandered to the afternoon's events, he shuddered to think of what would've happened if Prachi hadn't saved Preeti. He placed his hand on Preeti's small chest feeling it heave and sink as she slept beside him, pulling her closer to him he felt her turn in her sleep her leg draped on his waist and her small hand found solace on his chest. He kissed her hair softly winding his hand around her patting her gently, she was everything he had, his reason to live.
He remembered the day he had found out Kaajal was pregnant. Closing his eyes he saw the scene flash in his memory as if it were just yesterday that it had happened. "Kiya hai yeh?" What is this? he had yelled waving the creased envelope in front of her. Her hands had stopped momentarily "Meri reports hain" my reports she had replied calmly resuming the practise of applying lotion on her smooth pink face. She was beautiful a combination of angelic features, thick auburn hair that cascaded down her back and the most deepest set of pitch black eyes."Kab huey yeh tests? Or mujhey kyun nahin bataya?" when were they taken and why didn't you inform me? his anger was crossing all limits now.
She knew perfectly well how he longed for a child of his own and now when he was being blessed with one she had not bothered to inform him. He felt cheated, "Bataney ki zarurat nahin samjhi mainey" I didn't find it necessary to inform you she had stated in the same calm tone, she could see it was getting hard for him to control his rapidly increasing rage."Yeh bacha mera bhi hai Mrs Kaajal Mishra or mujhey haq hai isskey baarey main jaanney ka" This is my child too Mrs Kaajal Mishra and I have a right to know about it he had managed in a low tone indicating his aggravated ire "Aapka baccha..." You'r child... she had chuckled
"Haan yeh to main bhool hii gayi thii, pati hain aap merey ....." Oh yes I forgot you are afterall my husband... she had smiled wickedly. He looked at her stunned at her audacity she had with held crucial information about their child from him and now taunted him about their failed relationship. Kneeling down beside her he had clasped her soft hand in his "Kyun ker rahi hai aisa Kaajal. Mat cheen yeh khushi mujh sey, main saath huun na terey I promise tujhey terey hissey kii saari khushiaan duunga.Hum milkar iss khushi ka swagat ker saktey hain" Why are you doing this Kaajal? Don't snatch this happiness from me, I'm with you I promise I'll give you all the happiness you deserve. We can live this moment and happiness together he had pleaded as he gazed at her face for an approval. He noticed her eyes shine from unshed tears, her expression had softened it was as if she was in a trance he saw her lift her hand to his face touching it lovingly.But then the moment was gone she had quickly composed herself twisting her hand free of his she had left the room.
Later he had found out she had not wanted to have the baby at all and it was nine months of pure torment for Milind pleading, imploring, crying even begging her to have the baby.He vividly remembered the day Preeti had been born it had been a landmark in his life, he could feel his heart brim with love for her as he held her tiny blanketed form in his arms. She had smiled in her sleep her toothless mouth agape as she yawned and then settled in his strong but gentle hold. And he had thanked God a million times for blessing him with her at that very moment.
He had expected her to return after a week's rest but she had resumed her duties the third day and secretly he was happy she had returned it had been hard for him juggling between Preeti, Baba and the office. She had not mentioned the accident neither had he brought it up he assumed she had condoned him for his impulsive reaction that day and had carried on with his work.
The truth was that Prachi had never been more clueless in her entire life she had spent countless hours during her stay home fruitlessly trying to understand him.She knew he was impulsive, rash too at times but his outburst at the hospital had her reeling and then the fact that he had come over to simply hand over her purse was just too much. He could've waited till she returned to the office why follow her home for such a trivial cause, tired she had eventually given up on it altogether.
He noticed she had benifitted from her time off her bruises were now vague traces of their former selves, the colour had returned to her cheeks and she had smiled at him, all was well according to him. He saw she was trying to teach Preeti to walk she held her small palms in her hands walking backwards slowly while Preeti tottered on steadily. But seconds later they were both lying in a heap on the floor laughing uncontrollably.He had looked on amused wishing he had the chance to enjoy his time with Preeti as she did. Sighing he had averted his eyes from the scene concentrating on the open file spread on his table.
He was expecting Mr Mehra that evening he needed to have his details in order before he attended the meeting, he had been working hard since the past three days and had found little time on his hands for his own self. He closed his eyes tiredly resting his head back on the head rest of his swivel chair he pressed his temples with his thumb and forefinger, his head had started aching inseccantly how he wished he could head home and sip on a piping hot cup of tea.But he knew he couldn't he had wearily opened his eyes to see Prachi stand near his table perturbed, she played with her dupatta probably deciding to talk to him about something.
He raised his eyebrows in question as his eyes met hers. "Woh ....aap chai piyengey?" "Will you have tea?" she had finally asked and she had felt his eyes twinkle at the prospect "Haan" Yes he had replied promptly. He watched as she poured two cups of tea from the flask and hand him one of them.Sipping on it he saw Preeti crawl over to Prachi and she had stooped down to pick her up, he watched her nuzzle the child with love and get an equally loving response. Prachi sensed the silence and returned her gaze to him she had suggested he had tea because she knew it had been a hard week for him. Her talk with Madhu earlier that day had explained her a great deal about his behaviour towards her in the hospital. She knew Preeti was his only child but the fact that he had to beg his wife to stop getting her aborted was news to her. She realized the pain he must've felt on the very thought of losing her.
She hadn't expected an apology neither had he supplied her with one atleast she'd got a week off and that was all that mattered to her. She knew men like Milind gave a damn to the world but somehow she had felt his tender gaze on her that afternoon as he handed her back her purse and her heart had forgiven him. As she watched him from the confines of her office she understood his craving for a cigarette she knew too that if he hadn't got the tea he certainly would've started smoking like a train engine which wasn't a very alluring option to her.
She didn't know why but she didn't like him smoking that much she wished there was some way he'd give up the cursed habit for good. His response to her question about the habit in the resturaunt rang clear in her mind and she wondered what connection was there between the cigarette stick and his life. He looked up to see her watch him closely he suddenly remembered her ornaments he had stashed in his drawer pulling the drawer he took them out, circling the desk he stood facing her.
"Teri cheezain" "Your ornaments" he had stated opening his palm to reveal the contents he noticed her eyes glisten on their sight he understood they meant a lot to her. "Aapko kahaan sey mili?" Where did you find them? she had asked astonished "Doctor ney dii hain" The doctor gave them to me he had replied Prachi had extended her hand to retrieve them when all at once Preeti lurched forward in an attempt to get hold of the ring. Milind's hand had involuntarily gone around Prachi to keep Preeti from falling. Prachi had grasped Preeti avoiding her fall and in her attempt to save Preeti had ended up falling flat against Milind's broad chest. As her eyes met his she saw time stop nothing existed beyond him for her. His had probably stalled for the moment and neither had realized that they were both intermingled in a strange embrace.
Part 13
It seemed eons had passed since he had fallen in the abyss of her clear hazel eyes as they gazed at him unblinkingly his hand resting against her shoulder. Prachi too seemed to have fallen prey to his mesmerizing charcoal eyes, she smelt his strong perfume settle on her senses taking over them completely.She felt him study her absorbing her soft features in his mind, he saw her lips part slightly and was suddenly consumed with an irrepressible desire to touch them, feel their velvety softness on his skin.
Sandwiched between them Preeti had genuinely enjoyed this escapade she looked at her father and then at Prachi as if trying to guage their actions and then she had chuckled causing them both to snap out of their trance.Milind had pulled back his hand in haste his fingers burning with sensation as Prachi nervously tucked her loose strands behind her ear her flushed cheeks betraying her calm demeanour .She realized the ornaments had fallen down from his hand but before she could move Milind had bent down to pick them.
Precisely at that moment they heard a knock at the door considering it a call for him for the meeting he had granted permission to be let in, Prachi had been surprised to see Sapna stand in the doorway Milind had straightened up and handed the ring to Prachi both had though failed to notice the evil glint Sapna's eyes bore. "Sir Mr Mehra is here" she had informed and had smiled at him turning back on her heels. Reaching for his wallet he had pulled out his Debit card and handed it to her "Ainda kuch masla ho issey istimaal kerna .... aata hai use kerna?" "Next time there's any problem use this....... know how to use it?" he had added and Prachi had noticed the mischievous gleam his eyes bore. "Aata hai" "I know" she had replied smiling, happy to see that if not his lips atleast his eyes were smiling for once.
The meeting had carried on over a long time Mr Mehra had been adamant on certain clauses in the contract and Milind somehow could not come to accept them the way he put it. The result was a long, tedious verbal analysis on the do's and dont's and the have's and have not's in the contract. Puffing cigarette after cigarette he had calmly elaborated on the facts brushing aside MrMehra's assumptions with his impressive market knowledge and finally he had won in getting his point through. As they shook hands before Mr Mehra's departure Milind had glanced at the wall clock which showed the time as 10 in the night.
He realized Prachi was waiting for him to relieve her of her duties picking up his coat and files he strode out in the corridor. Meanwhile Preeti had somehow managed to crawl in the corridor and sat comfortably in the very middle of it. Walking out of the boardroom Mr Mehra had been astonished to see her sitting on the plush green carpet very much at ease, he had bent down and put his hand out which Preeti had immediately clasped in amusement. "Beta aap akeley yahaan kiya kar rahey ho?" "Child what are you doing here all alone?" he had asked Preeti who watched him with inquisitive eyes "Beta mumma kahaan hain aapki?" "Where's your mom ?" he had inquired once again when Prachi had appeared in the corridor in a state of frenzy."Preeti....Preeti" she called out in a worried voice spotting her sitting besides Mr Mehra she had rushed to her envoloping her in a loving embrace. "Kahaan chali gayi thi bas eik minute na dekhun tumhain to ghayab. Jaan hii nikaal di meri." "Where had you disappeared I leave you for one minute and you'r gone. You scared the life out of me" she had kissed her small forehead in relief picking her up she saw Milind coming out of the boardroom.
She noticed him struggling with something probably trying to get his coat free from the rather intricate handle."Buhut pyaari beti hai aapki" "You have a very sweet daughter" Mr Mehra had stated patting Preeti's fluffed cheeks. "Buhut shaitaan lagti hai yeh Mrs Mishra iss umer main bachey hotey hii aisey hain." " She seems very naughty children usually are in this age" he had smiled addressing Prachi. "Mr Mehra yeh meri beti..." "Mr Mehra she..." she had started to rectify his mistake when his cell phone rang out waving his hand at Preeti he had walked down the corridor. Prachi had shot a dreaded look in Milind's direction who seemed too engrossed in his tussle with the handle, she wondered if he had heard their conversation. She walked up to him gently taking the coat from his hands, catching sight of her father Preeti had immediately put out her small arms to him and he had taken her in his sinewy arms. He watched as she twisted the fabric in the right direction shaking it free of it's devious snare. "Kaisey kiya tuuney?" "How did you do it?" he had asked in wonder there he'd been pulling at it like mad since the past ten minutes and she had just twisted it slightly freeing it in a matter of seconds. She had smiled "Bas itna ghussa nahin kiya na iss per jitna aap ney ker diya" "I just didn't unleash that much anger on it as you did" her eyes searched him for any possible reaction to Mr Mehra's comments but his face didn't exhibit any emotion whatsoever.
Seated in the car later next to him Prachi had sensed his mental turmoil he smoked heavily, she could see how his hands maneuvered the steering wheel in agitation." Aapki meeting kaisi rahi?" "How did your meeting go?" she had asked in a hope to distract him from his thoughts. "Mr Mehra kiya keh rahey they tujh sey?" "What was Mr Mehra talking to you about?" he had counter questioned and she felt her heart start beating overtime, so he had heard them talking. "Kuch nahin bas Preeti key baarey main puuch rahey they" "Nothing special he was just inquiring about Preeti." she had answered casually."Tuu ney kyuun nahin kaha tuu maa nahin isski?" "Why didn't you tell him you aren't her mother?" he had enquired again but his tone had greatly changed, she lifted her eyes to his face. She noticed the defeated look his face wore and understood it was not just the comments that had hurt him it was something greater than that. "Mauqa nahin mila.Agli baar mileingey to unki ghlat fehmi duur ker duungi" " I didn't get the chance. Next time we meet I'll clarify the truth" she had stated softly. "Koi faaida nahin ab" "It doesn't matter now." he had muttered "Main kis kis ko samjhaunga" "How many people am I going to clarify it to?" he shook his head in frustration.
She couldn't bear to see him that way, a part of her wanted to slip her hand in his and squeeze it gently but she resisted the urge to do so. She couldn't though stop herself from asking "Aap kis sey naraaz hain? Mujh sey, Mr Mehra sey ya apney aap sey?" "Who are you angry at? Me, Mr Mehra or yourself?" and it certainly had hit the bull's eye as his head had whipped in her direction his hand had stopped in mid air as it advanced towards his supple lips, the cigarette still clutched tightly between his fingers. She could not understand the mix of emotions that flowed in the dark depths of his eyes. "Teri ghalati nahin thi mujhey malum hai" "It wasn't your fault I know that" he had sighed wearily focusing his eyes on the road again. Pausing for a moment he continued ,"Duniya mujhey ghalat samjhey yeh to chalta hai lekin tujhey meri wajah sey ghalat samjhey yeh nahin chaleyga" "If the world considers me wrong it's acceptable but if it considers you wrong because of me then that's not acceptable." he had mumbled yet it was not inaudible.
He could feel her eyes on him trying to read him,understand him and finally she had spoken, "Merey Papa kaha kertey they jeeney key liye insaan ko logon kii soch kii nahin aatma vishvaas kii zarurat hoti hai. Agar aapka mann yeh maanta hai keh jo aap ker rahey hain woh sahi hai, to woh sahi hota hai kyunki mann ki awaaz to rabb ki awaaz hoti hai.Meri chinta mat kijiye, jo kismat ney merey liye likha hai woh to hona hii hai phir dosh aap ka to nahin.Logon ki parwah kerna ab chor diya hai mainey .....aap bhi chor dijiye." "My father used to say that a man doesn't need the world's permission or people's thoughts to live rather he should have ample self confidence. If your heart believes that whatever you do is right, then it is right. Because the heart's voice is infact God's voice. Don't worry about me, whatever destiny holds for me has to happen, it's not your fault. I've stopped worrying about people now.... you should stop too." Her words had meant something, what though he had yet to decide but something about her soothed him. Either it was the way she spoke or what she spoke but whatever it was it seemed to allay his anxiety. His muscles relaxed and he had put out his last cigarette in the ashtray on the dashboard. Prachi had closed her eyes in contentment as she ran her fingers through Preeti's hair, who had fallen asleep in her arms.
Suddenly he felt the car swerve drastically followed by a loud bang he instantly halted the vehicle the tyres screeching as they were forced to stop abruptly.Prachi had hugged Preeti close to her who had awoken by the commotion. Stepping out Milind searched for the cause of this rather hazardous stoppage, he immediately noticed the flat rear tyre. He checked for a spare tyre in car's boot but the one kept there was flat too. He had closed the trunk in disgust how could he forget to get the puncture made now he was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Prachi had stepped out of the car with Preeti. "Kiya hua?" "What happened?" she had asked worriedly "Tyre flat ho gaya, saala iss ko abhiij hona tha puncture" " The tyre's gone flat, damn it had to go flat right now didn't it" he had said kicking the deflated rubber dial.
As he thought fretfully on what to do next he felt two strong arms grasp him from behind baffled at the sudden attack he revolved around to see their owner standing with a broad grin on his face. " Tuu yahaan kiya kar raha hai?" he had asked embracing the other man smothering him with a bear hug.Prachi found it all rather interesting she stood stunned when she saw something she had never witnessed before, Milind Mishra....smiling!!! That was just too much, whoever the stranger was he certainly had a deep impact on her boss."Tuu bata tuu yahaan kiya ker raha hai?" "What are you doing here?" he asked Milind finally freeing himself of his arms," Bas yeh tyre puncture ho gaya" "Well the tyre got punctured." Milind had answered his tone greatly lightened. Prachi studied the stranger he seemed to be stocky a bit shorter to her boss with tight cropped curls and a rugged look just like Milind's.
Bending down he studied the damage to the tyre it was irreparable, "Abhi to theek hona mushkil hai, tuu eik kaam ker ghar chal aaram sey baatein kareingey phir meri bike per ghar chala jana main subah theek kerwa duunga." "It's impossible to get it repaired right now, you come over to my place we'll spend quality time together and then you can leave on my bike. I'll get it fixed for you in the morning." The suggestion seemed a fine one to Milind he had not met his friend in a very long time and seeing him beside him out of the blue had certainly lifted his dampened spirits. "Main chalta yaar lekin..." "Well I'd love to come but...." he stopped short turning his head in Prachi's direction. It was then that the friend had realized that they weren't alone stepping out of the shadows Prachi had greeted him humbly "Namastey bhaiyya!" "Greetings (brother!) bhaiyya.
Part 14
Ali had been extremely intrigued at Prachi's presence with his rather solitary friend that too at a late hour in the night but he had smiled warmly at her. She somehow felt very much like his own sister Sadia, stretching his arms he had plucked Preeti out of Prachi's grasp. "Kyun gurya chachu kii yaad nahin aati?" "Sweetheart don't you remember uncle at all?" he had tousled her hair playfully Preeti had snuggled up to him flashing a simpering smile. "Kaisey aayegi tera baap itna bara aadmi hai waqt hii kahaan hota hai uskey paas apnon key liye." "Well how could you remember me your father's a big man, he doesn't have time for family or old friends." Though the words had been addressed to Preeti Prachi saw Milind shift his gaze guiltily. Afterall what his friend had just accused him of was not a lie he had ceased to mingle with anyone besides his business associates.
It was not that he had forgotten Ali rather he had avoided every memory, every place and every fragment of his life that would remind him of his yester years. He had wished to erase it all from his mind's slate yet had failed miserably to do so. Often he had been overcome with nostalgia thinking of his carefree days spent with Ali at the chawl but that seemed like a different lifetime to him now. Sighing he had somehow met Ali's accusing gaze "Maaf ker dey yaar ab kiya jaan leyga,or madad ker meri isko theek kerney main." "Forgive me buddy and help me repair this." "Preeti beta Papa sey kaho keh chachu unhain maaf nahin kerney walley jab tak woh ghar nahin chaleingey unkey saath." "Preeti tell your father uncle will not forgive him till he comes over to his house ." All this time Prachi and Preeti had both been silent witnesses to this entire ordeal and Preeti had given a little happy snort when Ali had complained to her. She looked at her father and then back at Ali unable to decide who to side with. Prachi had sensed Milind's confusion. "Aap chahein to inkey saath jaa saktey hain Sir main ghar chali jaungi," "Sir you can leave with him I'll go on my own." she had assured him but before Milind could say anything Ali had spoken up. "Aap bhi chaleingi saath meri behen aap sey milkar buhut khush hogi, yahiin paas main hi haii ghar," "You'll be accompanying us too my sister would be glad to meet you, besides my house is just round the corner" and that had finished any other attempt on her part to bail out of the situation. They had followed Ali to a high rise building at the corner of the street and very soon they stood at his doorstep.
The door had been opened by a young girl probably about Prachi's age she adorned a simple salwar kameez and had been comforted by Ali's sight "Kahaan they bhaiya malum hai maa kitna pareshaan thi" "Where were you Maa was worried about you." she had reprimanded him lovingly. Catching sight of Milnd and Prachi with Preeti in the passageway she had moved aside letting them. She showed them in to a wider room where an elderly lady sat praying on a prayer mat her hands sliding the beads of a wooden rosary. Her face seemed to be the epitome of maternal love "Aa gaya tuu Ali main kab sey teri raah dekh rahi thi". "Ali you've come I've been waiting or you." She had fondly kissed his bent forehead and folding up her prayer mat stood up with his help. "Maa dekh to aaj kon aaya hai apney ghar." "Maa look whose come to our house tonight." Ali had led her to where Milind stood with childish excitement. Adjusting her dupatta she had looked closely at Milind squinting her eyes for better vision. "Milind tuu hai na." "Milind is it you" she had asked disbelievingly her gnarled hands cupping his face as she touched it with affection."Haan maa main huun," "Yes maa it's me" he had whispered bending his forehead which she had kissed fondly. "Kaisa hai re tuu..... bhuul hii gaya maa ko?" "How are you.... totally forgotten your old mother." she had chided him as he helped her sit on a nearby sofa. Prachi watched as Milind swiped his sleeve across his eye to hide the tears that had broken free from the captivity of his sad eyes. "Saadia beta khana lagao bachon key liye" "Saadia get the food ready for them" she told Saadia who stood at the doorway.
Milind had sat down on the floor laying his head in her lap and closed his eyes in contentment as she combed his hair with her fingers. "Janey kyun aaj mujhey teri buhut yaad aa rahi thi tujhey halwa pasand haina banaya hai mainey. Mera dil keh raha tha tuu zarur aayega aaj, or dekh tuu aa gaya." "I don't know why I kept remembering you a lot today. I've made your favourite dessert. My heart kept telling me you'd come today and here you are." Prachi saw Milind kiss her knotted fingers with veneration. The elderly woman had then noticed Prachi standing awkwardly holding Preeti, "Yeh kon hai Milind? Terey saath hai kiya?" "Who is she Milind? Is she with you?" she had asked. "Haan Maa Preeti ki governess hai issey ghar chorney jaa raha tha to gadi kharab ho gayi" "Yes Maa she's Preeti's governess I was on my way to drop her home when the car broke down" he had explained and she had gestured Prachi to sit near her enquiring about her name and family.
Saadia had informed them that food had been served she helped Prachi freshen up and wash Preeti's face before sitting down for the meal on a plain mat on the floor. Prachi had never eaten that way and felt rather awkward when all seated turned up to look at her stillstanding. She had quietly settled at a corner placing Preeti by her side, she saw that the house though not very big was beautifully done with a warm loving aura to it.
It was Preeti's lucky day normally she'd have her meals stuck in her baby chair at the table but here she had the liberty to crawl upto everything which was very much within reach. Prachi had a hard time handling her and it obviously didn't go unnoticed, the result was that Milind had inched closer to them and Prachi had moved in closer more placing Preeti between them so that she was unable to fidget. Prachi noticed Milind roll up his sleeves and delve in the food with relish, he usually never showed much enthusiasm at meal times, she realized it was the atmosphere and the company that had effected him not just the food. Ali's mother kept filling up their plates with more food till Prachi had to stop her gently. "Maa main itna nahin kha sakungi" "Maa I won't be able to finish all this" she had protested but the older woman had just smiled.
After dinner Prachi had helped Sadia clear up the mat and very soon they had become good friends laughing at Preeti's antics as she crawled on the floor on all fours. Later as they sat sipping hot tea Ali has inquired Milind about Prachi "Tuu jaanta hai na yeh kon hai?" "Do you know who she is?" he had asked him as they lounged on the couch in the hall. They had a clear vision of her standing with Sadia in the kitchen, helping her with the dishes. "Jaanta huun " " I know" Milind had stated eyeing her slim figure, as she smiled in agreement to Sadia's remark. "Kiya iss key baap kii wajah sey dii hai tuuney issko naukri?" "Have you appointed her because of her father?" Ali had asked again. "Shayad.... " "Maybe" Milind had again answered distractedly. The fact that Milind had known Prachi before he gave her the job was not new to Ali he had understood Prachi's presence with him the moment he set eyes on her, how could he forget Inder Shah.
Lounging in Ali's house on the comfortable couch Milind's mind was suddenly whisked off to a cold November evening when he had been brought to prison for muder charges. He sat gloomily in his caged confinement his eyes drooped low, his mind searching for answers he had no clue of. Since the case against him had not been filed yet he was to remain at the station till it was registered and then he would be shifted to the State Prison. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a muddled clump of visions it had all happened so fast he never had a chance to understand it all. "Mujhey apni beti ki gari ki report likhwani hai", "I have to get a complaint written in regard to my daughter's car" he had heard the clear firm voice of a man as he took a seat opposite the inspector. He was accompanied by a beautiful young girl. She was dressed simply in a lemon salwar kameez her jet black hair framed her angelic face pefectly. He noticed she played with her dupatta as the inspector asked her about the accident that had happened and inquired if she could indentify the men who took her car. She nodded in the affirmative, it was then that Inder had caught a glimpse of him watch them intently.
Walking up to him he had stood there silently till Milind had felt his own eyes lower to the hard cement floor. "Nazrein jhukaney sey duniya chup nahin jaayegi Milind Mishra." "Your lowered eyes cannot shut out the world Mr Mishra" he had addressed him in a rather unexpected way. Milind had looked up to study him, he seemed to be a well to do businessman from his appearance his expensive suit giving it's owner's a rather impressive look. He appeared to be in his late forties a few greys adorning his side burns. He talked as if he knew exactly what he wanted and right now he wanted to speak to Milind. Seeing him silent had spurred his intrigue taking his hands out of his coat pockets he walked towards the prison bars the light from the over head bulb shone on his chiselled features. "Duniya tumhain qatil samajhti hai or tum nazrein jhuka ker iss ilzaam ko sach bana rahey ho." "The world considers you a murderer and you'r proving it right by lowering your gaze." Milind had stood up from his seat on the cold cemented slab and walked up to face him, it seemed both posessed a certain hold over each other. They stared at each other through the iron bars till Milind broke the spell. "Itna yaqeen kyun hai aapko mujh per..... main qaatil bhi ho sakta huun" "Why have so much faith in me.... I could be a murderer for all you know" he had asked watching Inder's face as he answered.
"Meri aankhein kabhi dhoka nahin kha sakteen, tum qaatil nahin ho. Ho hii nahin saktey. Insaan ka chariter burey waqt main saamney aata hai banta nahin. Or tumhara chariter aainey ki tarah saaf hai. Tum ney jurm nahin kiya phir yeh haar kaisi, nahin main tumhain haarney nahin dey sakta. Tum ney puucha mujhey tumm per yaqeen kyun hai to yaqeen dil sey hota hai dimagh sey nahin. Kahin na kahin tum main mujhey apna aap nazar aata hai. Main tumhain duniya sey nazrein milatey huey dekhna chahta huun, mujrimon ki tarah sar jhuka ker nahin sar utha ker dekho duniya ko kyunki tum beyqasooor ho... or yeh mera dil kehta hai" " "My eyes cannot deceive me. You'r not a murder. Cannot be one either. A person's character is exhibited in bad times not formed and your character is as clear as glass. When you haven't committed any crime then why this defeat. I cannot let you lose this war. You questioned my faith in you well faith springs from the heart not the mind. Whenever I look at you I'm reminded of my ownself. I want to see you face the world, not with downcast eyes like a criminal rather looking at them in the eyes. Because you are innocent.... that's what my heart says." ."Papa chalein humari complaint likh lii inspector ney." "Papa can we go the inspector's noted our complaint." he had heard her delicate voice from the distance and Inder had turned asking her to go on telling her he'd join her in a minute and he had watched her leave. "Sach ki hamesha jeet hoti hai or tumhari jeet hogi yeh mera yaqeen hai." "Truth always wins at the end and you'll win this I'm sure of that." Inder had touched his face lightly before turning around to follow his daughter out of the station.
Part 15
Milind had been shocked with Inder's words the whole wide world was against him, considering him a vicious beast who had murdered his wife in cold blood. Yet that man had profound faith in him and he didn't even know him well enough. Milind had heard the name of Shah Industries but had never been able to meet Inder personally, his was a growing business and Shah Industries was an empire in it's own self. Though Mishra group of companies was small yet it was well recognised by all especially Inder who had monitored Milind's progress keenly. He had been extremely impressed with Milind's hard earned success in such a short span of time and often he had wished Alaap would have had the same fiery streak in him as possessed by Milind.
Inder knew that the rage and passion Milind bore for his work and reputation stemmed from his hard days spent at the chawl. He had lived the difficult life and had vowed to make it from rags to riches that too the right way. Inder had always nursed a soft spot for Milind in his heart hoping to see him dominate the business world soon his intuition and gut feeling both pointed to Milind's fame and glory in the upcoming days. Inder had been shocked to read about Milind in the papers and had instantly known it to be a misunderstanding. The evidence was in, the verdict given Milind had been found guilty by the court.The strange part was that Milind had never uttered a word in his self defence, his defence lawyer had quit on him and the state lawyer was a lazy bum who had called it a closed case. Inder had thrown away the morning paper in disgust when he read the calumnies printed against Milind.
Later that harsh January morning Inder stood before a distraught Milind in the Central Prison, nothing had changed in those two months. There was the same iron wall barring them, the same dismal surroundings, the same 100 watt bulb shining profusely but much had changed a change that could be felt and understood, that the heart saw and the mind perceived. Milind looked shaggy and disshevelled he had grown weak bearing the continuous torture day in and day out.His gait was laboured and the injuries he bore were proof of the physical and mental misery he suffered in that dreary place. Inder could not but feel crushed at his sight, his heart bled at Milind's disparity a fine young man reduced to a caged beast, he clutched the prison bars in agony.
"Aap yahaan?" "You here?" Milind had stared at him in surprise, no one ever came to meet him besides his sister and friend Ali. His business was a mess, his so called associates and friends had turned out to be two timing sleaze balls who had never once turned around to offer a helping hand. His father had fallen sick not being able to bear his suffering and was currently bed ridden, in such dire conditions Inder's presence had genuinely shocked him. "Bas yahi dekhney aaya tha keh tum kis kis ko dhoka dey saktey ho." " Just came to see who you're trying to fool" Inder had stated icily.
Milind had looked up to him completely confounded "Insaan sirf do suurton main khamosh rehta hai Mr Mishra eik tab jab woh khud gunehgaar ho or duusra tab jab woh kisi gunehgaar ka saath dey raha ho. Main yeh dekhney aaya huun keh tum kisey bacha rahey ho ... apney aap ko ya kisi or ko. Bolo tumhari yeh khamoshi kis toofan ka sandes hai? Kyun sach nahin boltey tum ... kyun?" "A person stays mum in two situations either he himself is guilty or he's sheilding the real culprit. Who are you trying to shield? Tell me what storm does your silence indicate? Why don't you speak the truth?" Inder's frustration had not escaped him.
"Aap merey baarey main kuch nahin jaantey Mr Shah phir aap kaisey keh saktey hain keh yeh khoon mainey nahin kiya?" "You don't know anything about me then how can you be so sure I've not murdered anyone?" he had turned to face Inder whose eyes bore into Milind's own.
"Buhut kuch jaanta huun tumharey baarey main main, yeh jaanta huun keh tum ney kitni mehnat sey apna business shuru kiya ussey in unchaiion per puhunchaya bina kisi madad ya saharey key. Tum chahtey to paisey key liye kitney hii qatal ker saktey jab key tumharey paas to mauqa bhi tha or zarurat bhi lekin tumney aisa nahin kiya... kiyun ?" "I know a lot about you, I know that you've single handedly started your business and brought it to such heights just by sheer hard work. You could've killed people to attain riches you had the motive and the opportunity then why didn't you?" he paused momentarily "Tum per uss aurat key qatal kailzaam hai jissey tumney kabhi eik aanch nahin aani dii... or tum kehtey ho tum qaatil ho? Main kaisey maan luun yeh jhoot?" "You've been charged for murder of a woman you've never let any harm come to.... and you say you'r a criminal. How can I believe this farce." Milind had looked at him dumb founded how did he know all this about him.
"Kabhi kabhi farz yaqeen sey zyaada maainey rakhta hai Mr Shah." "Sometimes duty stands taller than emotions and faith Mr Shah." Milind had finally succumbed under the pressure exerted by Inder Shah and the faith Inder had showed in him had finally paid off he had admitted his innocence confiding in him.He had felt as if a mountain had been lifted off his chest that day, Inder had promised to vanquish his misery at that moment and had stuck to his word. Milind had been awarded death sentence but Inder had the case reopened, he appointed the best lawyers who had analysed the entire incident meticulously. Reports were rechecked, events replayed and finally one day Inder stumbled upon the biggest clue of them all one that had set Milind free of his imprisonment forever. He had been exonerated from the charges and had received an apology from the Indian court who were guilty of torturing him and causing lasting wounds to his soul and body.
All this though had been a confidential series of events known only by Inder, Milind and Ali no other soul knew of it not even Inder's own family. Inder knew Alaap harboured a major dislike for Milind and he feared Alaap would ruin his scrupulous planning. The last thing he wanted was an innocent man bearing the brunt of a crime he had not committed. Milind had never forgotten Inder or the debt he owed to him they had promised never to speak a word of it to anyone. Milind had maintained his silence while Inder had died keeping his word, Ali had been a loyal and faithful ally to Milind one who was closer to him than a brother. He too had vowed not to breath about all this to any living soul.
"Chalein Milind..." "Shall we leave" he heard someone call his name he opened his eyes to see Prachi standing near him, Ali had noticed the faraway look in Milind's eyes and had thought best not to disturb him. He knew it was the most difficult phase in his life and reliving it was not an easy task. He wished he hadn't brought up the topic but he was genuinely surprised to see Prachi with him, he had known Prachi to be Inder's daughter though they had never met upfront. And it had been Ali who had relayed events of the outside world to Milind while he fretted in prison, he told him how Inder worked day and night to prove him innocent.
"Haan chalo" "Yes come" Milind had assented standing up from his comfortable position on the couch. "Aisey kaisey jaa rahey hain bhaiyya" "How can you leave like this brother?" Sadia had spoken as she drew nearer Milind saw she had a small copper plate in her hand "Bethiye yahin sharafat sey." "Sit here ." she had commanded as she completed the aarti and proceeded to tie him a coloured thread on his wrist "Rakshabandhan per kyun nahin aaye they bhaiyaa kitna intizaar kiya mainey aapka." "Why didn't you come at the rakhi tying ceremony?" I kept waiting for you." she had complained in a loving tone. "Tujhey deney key liye bas yehi hai Sadia." " I just have this to offer you Saadia." he had taken off the gold chain he wore and had placed it in her open palm.
"Arey yeh kiya bhiayya mujhey yeh nahin chahiye bas aapki duaaein hii kaafi hain merey liye" "Oh brother I don't need this your good wishes are enough for me." she had protested but he would not listen and with Ali's consent she had kept it. "Waisey eik rakhi aapko bhi bandhni pareygi mujhey" "You'll have to tie me a rakhi too." Ali had addressed Prachi who stood silent deeply touched by this whole scenario. "Zarur bandhungi" "Ofcourse I will." she had smiled as Sadia handed her another plate. Prachi finished her aarti and tied a multi coloured ribbon on Ali's hand and his hand had touched her head with pious love "Tujhey deney key liye to kuch khaas nahin bas yehi hai" "I don't have much to offer you but here is a small gift" he had said presenting her a dove white silken salwar suit it was embroidered with shades of blue.
"Aap ney mujhey behen maana iss sey barh ker merey liye kiya tohfa ho sakta hai bhaiyya. Or yeh beyhad sunder hai." "You've considered me a sister that's more than enough for me. This is extremely beautiful." She had touched the cloth tenderly a stray tear had slipped from her eye and had fallen on the fabric. She was reminded of Alaap there was a world of difference between Ali and Alaap. One had given her what little he had and the other had destroyed whatever she had.The tear though wiped away quickly had not gone unnoticed.
They had said their goodbyes promising to come soon a promise Prachi intended to keep. Ali's mother had invited her to attend Saadia's wedding which was to be held soon and ofcourse Milind's presence was a must on such an important occassion.He couldn't forget the way Ali and his family had helped him out on Sukriti's wedding with the preparations. Prachi had met many people in her life but never had she encountered such pure and simple love,she felt indebted to Milind for introducing her to such lasting relations.Standing on the wide tarmac road Milind had looked at her thoroughly frustrated "Prachi betho" "Sit Prachi" he had ordered her the third time. "Sir mujhey darr lagta hai iss sey." "Sir I'm afraid of this" she had whispered holding Preeti tightly, he could see she really was afraid of the vehicle. He realized she probably had never ridden one before but it was the only vehicle available at the moment , he wanted her safe at home as time slipped by the night silence grew thicker around them.
"Merey hotey huey bhi?" "Even though I'm with you?" he had questioned and she saw the defiant look in his eyes.One that meant that he would not let anything happen to her even if it meant giving up his own life. He kick started the bike which Ali had generously loaned him for the night settling behind him on the leather seat she hugged Preeti close to her waist. Milind had felt her soft arm slide around his brawny waist her fingers trying to grope his toned abs in an attempt to hold on securely. He smiled as he heard her shallow breathing, girls.. he thought. The streets were empty and Milind enjoyed the ride, he had last sat on the bike a year back and the fresh air in his hair did wonders.
He had taken the longer route to her house the one that went beside the sea. She smelt the fresh salty sea breeze and took a long lungful of it, she wished the ride would never end she smiled as she thought of all her friends at the office. They'd give away their souls for a moment like this with Milind Mishra, yet she was the one enjoying this ride with him. She admitted to herself that it was a totally different experience one that set her soul free like a bird.She wondered why she felt so secure and safe with him though she was afraid of the motorbike she was loving the ride and unexpectedly she wanted it to last forever. She liked to be close to him, touch him be near him in some way.A part of her heart had wanted time to freeze so that she'd hold him like this, smell him, feel him for eternity. The thoughts though disturbing allured her senses she'd never felt like this before for any man.She pressed her face against his broad back smiling and he felt her smile against him. He had found freedom tonite if only for a short time but he had loved the adrenalin that pumped through his veins , the feel of her soft hair flying against his cheeks and the short spasmodic laughter that emitted from his daughter every now and then, he felt blessed at that very moment.
As he stopped the bike in the floodlit street near her chawl he could not help but notice her concern for Preeti as she carefully got off the bike with her. He held out his arms for her to hand him his daughter but she kept holding her "Aap bura nahin maanain to main issey yahaan rakh luun apney paas?" "If you don't mind can I keep her with me tonight" she had asked in a low tone. "Kyun?" "Why?" he had asked surprised "Aap akeley haina..... mujhey darr lag raha hai ... please issey merey paas chor dein aaj I promise main isska khayaal rakhungi. Chot bhi nahin lagney duungi." "You'r travelling alone.... I'm afraid... please let her stay with me I promise I'll take care of her. I won't let any harm come to her." "Darr lekin kis sey?" "Afraid but why?" he asked confused "Yeh bike sey... yeh gir gayi to" "If she'll fall off the bike .. then." and he had smiled shaking his head in agreement. "Acha yahin rakh ley issey phir agar raat main soney na dey to mujhey mat kehna" "Sure keep her and if she doesn't let you sleep the entire night don't complain to me" he had heartily granted her permission. He was about to start the vehicle when he saw her turn around after a few steps standing there gazing at him "Kiya hua kuch bhuul gayi? Isska bag to dey diya mainey tujhey?" "What happened? Did you forget something? I gave you her bag." he had been surprised to see her return to him. "Haan bhuul gayi " "Yes I forgot." "Kiya?' "What?" "Yeh kehna keh aap muskuraatey huey buhut achey lagtey hain" "To tell you that you look really nice when you smile" he noticed the glitter her eyes bore as her soft lips curled at the corners. His eyes had followed her ascent, halfway up the stairs she had turned back to watch him, finding him looking in her direction she had smiled warmly at him before disappearing in her house.
Part 16
As he rode back to his own house Milind had felt a satisfaction etch over him one that was inexplicable yet very much relatable. He admitted to himself that having Prachi around him made him forget his past it did wonders to him. She somehow helped him understand the world in a better way, he wondered how she had come to acquire the mind of a savant in that fragile body of hers. He laughed remembering her fright for the bike ride she looked so cute when her eye lids fluttered in confusion and her smile made the most beautiful dimple on her cheek.
Parking the bike in the garage he had sprinted to his room checking on Baba before retiring to bed. Lying on the master bed he placed his hand on the empty space besides him, he certainly missed Preeti. He wondered how Prachi must be coping with his brat of a daughter in her house. Back at the chawl Premlata was shocked to see Prachi arriving with Preeti that too in the middle of the night she took Preeti from Prachi?s hands as she related the evening?s events to her mother. Premlata had been waiting for Prachi anxiously she usually returned home early but tonight she had been late and she hadn?t called her mother to inform her about her whereabouts either. Bobby had been staying over at a friend?s place his exams had drawn nearer and he had been studying extremely hard to clear all subjects in one go, tough he had thought but not impossible. If he'd been home he certainly would've traced Prachi, Premlata had just been about to go to the shop at the corner to call her at the office when she arrived .
Preeti had instantly taken a liking to Premlata she remained quite sombre as the elder woman changed her and gave her the bottle. Premlata had caressed her cheeks affectionately as she lay between her and Prachi that night. Somehow Preeti had pulled at her heart strings and she felt very much drawn to her. When Prachi had narrated about Preeti?s mother being no more Premlata had been deeply touched, her heart was instantly filled with love and empathy for the little girl. Prachi had been worried about her mother?s reaction to Preeti staying over but her fears had been put to rest when she saw Premlata kiss Preeti lovingly on the forehead as she lay asleep on the bed with her. She had closed her eyes in contentment little did she know that it was short lived as her dreams were yet to haunt her.
Milind had hurriedly gotten ready for office he hoped to escape his father who would inquire about his grand daughter the minute he laid his eyes on him. Milind did not want his father speculating on his relationship with Prachi, ofcourse anyone who?d come to hear of it would be shocked. Ever since Preeti had been born Milind had not left her side even when he went on trips abroad he?d take Preeti with him, being a single parent it caused him sleepless nights and much agony but he had borne it all with patience. And yet he had entrusted her to Prachi someone he had known for just five months. He sometimes reflected on the way Prachi invaded his thoughts, it was as if she had seeped into his system, his day seemed incomplete till he met her or talked to her.
Chiding himself on his obsession with her thoughts he rummaged for a decent shirt through his wardrobe, he found one that went with the suit but it had been kept in a corner of the wardrobe and had wrinkles on it. He didn?t have time if he waited to get it pressed he?d be in big trouble. Putting it on hurriedly he had sprinted down the stairs Ramu Kaka had tried stopping him for breakfast but he had denied the offer. Pulling out his silver Camry on the drive way he had fled through the open gates of his house once outside he had breathed a huge sigh ofrelief...Saved!!! he had thought.
Parking near the chawl he stepped out in the early morning sun ascending the stairs to her house, he?d thought he?d collect them both just to be on the safe side. The door to her house was open he had an excellent view of the inside from his vantage point. Premlata had seated Preeti on the small dining table in the lounge and fed her spoonfuls of rusks dipped in tea. He watched enraptured his daughter who fended breakfast off like a disease was willingly eating the meal. If that was the effect Prachi?s mother had on his daughter he was willing to leave her here for a couple of hours each day.
Premlata had looked up to see him stand motionless in the doorway, ?Arey beta tum. Aao betho na.? "Oh son come in." she had smiled inviting him inside the house. He had stepped in taking a seat beside her, ?Prachi to tayyar ho rahi hai.? "Prachi is getting ready." she had informed trying to keep an untidy Preeti away from him. ?Arey beta uncle key kaprey kharab ho jayeingey.? "Child uncle's clothes will get soiled." She had gently held her by the waist clearing her off the small table. He smiled at her ignorance thanking God Preeti didn?t speak yet, he didn?t want her mother knowing his position in Prachi?s life. She had handed Preeti to Prachi in the room while she bustled around completing her morning chores. ?Nashta kiya tumney?? "Have you had breakfast?" she had asked again, he had answered in the negative.
?Chalo Prachi bhi aa rahi hai saath main ker lena dono, phir office to jaogey hii tum uskey saath.? "Well then have it with Prachi, you'll be accompanying her to the office then won't you?" smiling she had said to him. He watched as she prepared the breakfast with expertise his eyes scanned the premises but she was nowhere to be seen, probably getting ready he thought. He berated himself again why the hell couldn?t he stop thinking of her, this was not good. His gaze shifted back to her mother who now laid breakfast on the table it smelt delicious.
She took a seat next to him pouring tea in the cups from a small kettle when her gaze fell on his shirt, it certainly looked as if he had slept in it. ?Beta tumhari shirt to buri lag rahi hai, press nahin kii thi kiya?? "Son your shirt isn't looking nice didn'y you press it?" ?Time nahin mila" "Didn't have the time to do it." he told her the truth. ?Acha lao main ker deti huun.? "Oh well give it to me then I'll do it." She had held out her hand for him to hand her his shirt. ?Lekin.? "But" He tried protesting how could he tell her that he intended to change it once he reached the office. ?Abhi ho jayegi jab tak tum nashta ker logey, jaldi lao.? "It'll be done before you finish breakfast, now hand it over." She commanded him and he had stood up reluctantly stripping off his shirt he sat there in his vest feeling ridiculous. Why did he do that he asked himself unhappily. She had disappeared in one of the rooms he sat put dazed at his situation. Milind Mishra shirtless that too in his secretary?s house this was the height of insanity.
The door had opened to the other room and Prachi had emerged holding Preeti who looked much civil now, her dress changed and her hair brushed back. She had looked up to see him and then her mouth had opened slightly in amazement her eyes grew a size larger as she noticed his shirt missing. How did he come to be in this position she had no clue she had been busy getting ready when her mother had handed Preeti to her calling her for breakfast. ?Aap? "You" she had managed after what seemed like ages, he stole his gaze away from her face.
She looked simply exquisite in the dress Ali had given her it added to her innocence, the white contrasting with the blues. She wore matching small earrings that dangled from her soft earlobes, her long hair flowed freely and she tucked strands of it behind her ears.Her eyes looked breath taking the kohl neatly lining them, he noticed she looked different today more beautiful he admitted. Either she was unaware of her beauty or she was too modest to acknowledge it he had thought as she pulled out a chair beside him. "Aapki shirt ....." "Your shirt..." her voice trailed off questioningly . He had refrained from answering her and focused his attention to the omelette in front of him, they had dined in silence.Premlata had appeared carrying his shirt neatly pressed and he had donned it gratefully pulling on his coat too. Breakfast over Prachi had picked up Preeti and her bag of accessories kissing her mother on the cheek she had stepped out in the corridor.
He had thanked Premlata for her hospitality and turned to leave when she had called out to him ?Beta shaam ko wappas zarur aana.? "Son come again in the evening." ?Koi kaam hai aapko mujhsey?? "Is there anything you want to get done from me?" he had asked with concern. ?Nahin? "No" she laughed ?Aaj tumhari dost ka janam din hai shaam ko ghar main hii celebrate kareingey tum bhi aa jaana. Zyaada dost to nahin isskey issi liye tum aaogey to issey acha lageyga.? "It's your friend's birthday today we'll celebrate it in the evening at home. She doesn't have much friends she'll like it if you come over." Hmmm so it was her birthday ?Kosish karunga.? "I'll try" He had promised before following Prachi?s foot steps.
"Prachi aunty!" a small voice had squeaked they had turned to find Tina standing in the corridor behind them... "Aunty mumma bula rahi hain aapko" "Aunty my mother is calling you." she had informed her before disappearing in her house again. Casting an apologetic look at Milind she had gone inside to find Krithika pulling at Tina's hair with a brush probably attempting to tame her wild mane. "Prachi acha hua tum aa gayi, der to nahin ho rahi?" "Prachi good thing you came along Ihope you'r not running late." she had asked busily tying Tina's hair with a scrunchie. "Nahin tum kaho kiya kaam tha..." "No tell me what did you call me for" ,Milind had decided to wait for her in the corridor instead of getting burnt in the sultry sun downstairs. He could hear every word that passed between the two, Krithika had noticed Preeti in Prachi's arms and inquired about her, Prachi had informed her that Preeti was her boss's daughter. "Acha wohi kharoos boss tumhara, uski itni pyaari beti kaisey ho gayi." "Oh that grumpy boss of your's, how did he end up with such a beautiful child."
Krithika had wondered aloud. Prachi's eyes had lowered to the ground laden with guilt she knew Milind was in ear shot distance and could hear everything. "Krithika tum choro na unko..." "Krithika you leave him na." she had tried diverting the conversation. Krithika acted like she choked when Prachi said this "UNKO!!!" she stressed on the word her eyes threatening to pop out of her eye sockets. "Waisey dikhta kaisa hai tumhara boss.... smart, handsome, sexy hai keh nahin?" "Well how does he look like anyways.... Is he smart, handsome and sexy or not?" Prachi had wished she could've vanished in thin air at that moment her cheeks turned a deep shade of scarlet "Jaisey bhi hain merey boss hain tum sey matlab" "He's my boss he can look however he wants to look wat's it with you.." she had hissed how could she forget that he stood outside what if he was listening. "Wah wah...merey boss aiy Prachi sach sach bata love shov to nahin ho gaya tujhey uss sey.... Oho my boss... tell me Prachi have you fallen in love with him or what. Chal Prachi ho gaya tujhey Ishq ka bukhaar ab kiya hoga tera rey... Oh Prachi you've contracted the love fever now wat will become of you." she put her palm to her forehead in perfect filmi style. "Krithika bolo kiya kaam hai nahin to main jaa rahi hun" "Krithika tell me why you called me here else I'm leaving." .The threat had worked and laughing at Prachi she had come to the point "Tumharey bhaiyya ney program banaya hai picnic ka mujh sey kaha hai tumko bhi keh duun, saath chalney key liye." 'Your brother as in my husband has decided to take us all on a picnic and you'r invited. "Magar" "But" Prachi had tried reasoning she really wasn't in the mood to go "Agar magar kuch nahin, chalna hai to chalna hai bas. Main aunty sey puch luungi ab koi bahana nahin chaleyga." "Nothing doing you'r coming with us that's final. I'll get permission from aunty." she had warned Prachi.
Meanwhile Tina and Preeti had struck up a friendship both had found some crayons in a box and were now busy tracing intricate patterns on Krithika's lounge walls. And it had been quite some artistic display as they progressed with it it was only when Prachi had assented to join Krithika's family for the picnic that weekend had she allowed Prachi to leave. Milind had tried to dismiss it as trivial talk but he had heard it all and he couldn't help noticing Prachi's flushed face as she stepped out of Krithika's house. "Sorry aapko meri wajah sey der ho gayi." "I'm sorry you'r late cuz of me." she had apologized which he had waved off with a casual glance at her. "Chalta hai" "It's ok" he had answered as they descended the stairs together.
Part 17.
The ride to the office was a silent one Preeti had missed her father immensely and so sat in his lap her small hands gripping the steering wheel that her father skillfully maneuvered. He felt happy that she was back with him he had missed her terribly; and had kissed her hair with love. Prachi saw that his arms circled Preeti she had been over whelmed with the kind of affection he portrayed towards Ali?s family and her own mother, wondering why she was the only one who bore his wrath time and again. She wondered if he had overheard her conversation with Krithika, if he had he certainly hadn't given away much from his expressions.
She had cast a glance at his masculine physique his shirt hugged his torso, his coat buttons open he smelt of ?Darkness? today, she couldn?t help but appreciate his choice of fragrance. It smelt divine his cobalt blue suit gave him a sensuous touch, her eyes grazed his unshaven face settling on his lips. She wondered if he was aware of the command he held on several young hearts as they beat furiously at his one glance. He wasn't the fair, picture perfect model sort of handsome guy whose faces were splashes on all magazines. He had that dark, enigmatic look to him that drew her closer everytime she laid eyes on him. She felt helpless at his proximity, he ruled her thoughts, overpowered her senses in short when she was around him she felt like she floated, extricated of her burdens as if transported in another realm.
She sometimes wondered why he had such a captivating effect on her, it wasn't that he was the only man she had ever met or known in her entire life. Her mind analysing his features with precision she forgot she was staring at the dark sun shades he wore to stop the sunlight from blinding him. He felt her eyes probe him and had turned his head to catch her red handed, her cheeks had turned pink and her gaze had dropped to her hands. Why couldn?t she stop staring at him, she scolded herself silently vowing not to look at him again till they reached the office.
As he pulled in the parking lot he noticed his staff milling about catching up on their daily gossip before they hit their desks. Her friends were gathered near the glass doors as usual waiting to catch a glimpse of him, automatically her lips had curled in a smile. As they stepped out of the car together they felt hundreds of eyes on them, conjecturing their appearance. Though all present were dumb founded none had the courage to question her as she followed him inside the towering structure. All but one, standing in a secluded corner of the reception area Sapna had watched it all with vigilant eyes her mind was working overtime, she smiled
wickedly as she saw Prachi disappear in the elevator besides Milind. This was the best gossip fodder yet and she intended to use it to the maximum.
He had a busy day scheduled up and was soon lost in the pile of files that adorned his table. She had been working on a special project for days and hoped to complete it today, closing his file he found Prachi showing Preeti something it looked like a photo frame from where he sat. He saw her give it to Preeti, he was intrigued what was she upto now. He had known for quite a few days that she wanted his daughter to learn something but what that too from a photo frame. His phone had rung then and his concentration had been diverted to Mr Sharma his associate on the other end of the line.
Making sure that Preeti understood what she wanted her to do Prachi had left her in her crib and walked hesitantly to his table. ?Sir? she had called him softly, ?Hmm? he had murmured engrossed in his file ?Aap...aap chaliye to zara mere saath? "Can you come with me" she had said demurely. He was surprised at her unusual request, he noticed her eyes were shining with exhileration her lips suppressing a smile. He looked at her questioningly when she repeated her request fervently this time placing her soft palm on his hand ?Chaliye na please.? "Please come" And he had been forced to follow, she held his hand in hers her excitement evident from her smiling lips, his eyes fell on his hand held tenderly by hers.
They entered the room to find Preeti playing in her crib Prachi walked upto her lifting her out from it she took her to Milind , she then very gently asked her ?Preeti yeh kon hain?? "Preeti who is he?" pointing to Milind. Preeti held the photo frame in her hands she looked in confusion at Prachi this was not what she had taught her. Prachi then picked the photo frame from her small hands holding it near Milind so that they both stayed in Preeti?s line of vision. ?Bolo na Preeti yeh kon hain?? "Preeti say who he is..." she had mildly coaxed her pupil, Preeti had first looked at the frame then at her father it had started making sense to her. ?PAPA!!? she had cried in triumph, finally she had solved the mystery. The man in the picture was her father and she had made the connection from the photograph to reality.
Milind had looked on interested and had been stunned to hear what he had just heard. He stared at them in disbelief; plucking Preeti out of Prachi?s arms he had asked her ?Preeti kon huun main.... bol na Preeti.? "Preeti who am I... say it please." He had questioned her anxiously and she laughed as if saying, Oh now you want to hear it again. ?Papa? she had said and he had hugged her in sheer exuberance kissing her cheeks, forehead and eyes in happiness. His daughter?s first word had been his name, Prachi had watched this grinning, she knew he had longed for this day and she had hoped this one word would infuse a new spirit in his soul.
He did not know how to thank her for this, generally children picked up such words themselves but only when they were surrounded by family members who made them understand their relations. Preeti however had not been lucky in this case . He hardly had time to explain her relationship with him to her and her grand father too did not see much of her the result was that Preeti remained silent most of the time and even if she spoke it made no sense since she could not conjure the picture with the associated word. ?Thanks? he had told Prachi with moist eyes hugging Preeti to his chest and she had placed her hand on his smiling at him, reassuring him in the most beautiful way.
As a treat for their wonderful surprise Milind had taken them out for ice cream, one thing both the girls loved to the hilt. He watched as Prachi fed Preeti her share eating hers alongside, today had been a wonderful day for him and he credited Prachi for it entirely. After lunch he had taken them to a jewellery store Prachi had followed him silently wondering why exactly they were headed in that direction. Stepping inside the cool shop he asked the salesman to show him neck pieces in different designs, explaining to Prachi that he wanted her opinion on a gift for Saadia, he wanted it to be elegant and beautiful but not over whelming. Prachi looked on enthusiastically trying to picture each one on Saadia in her mind's eye. She finally settled on a garnet studded gold necklace, the garnets were finely cut and shone in the dazzling lights adorning the shop's ceiling.
It had matching earrings that were just the right size, he had approved her choice and bought it. While paying for it Prachi noticed he had bought a simple yet exquisite gold bracelet, it had an intricate meshwork of floral patterns engraved in it and looked eye catching. The gifts bought they headed back to the office when he received a call from his father telling him that he'd be coming to pick Preeti up he intended to take her to the park with him. Milind had assented to it taking Preeti to the parking lot with him, his father avoided elevators and climbing ten floors was just not something Milind could bear his father doing. Prachi had promised to assist Madhu with some work and left for her cabin, the photo frame had been placed on Milind's table by Prachi before she had exited.
Her purpose being fulfilled she thought it best to hand it back to it's owner, the open french windows had allowed the hot afternoon air to barge in the room at it's own free will. As the room fell silent a loud crash disturbed the tranquility, a stray gust of wind had knocked the frame off the table smashing the glass to bits.
Part 18
Madhu had asked Prachi to help her with preparing a few transaction records. Her son being sick she had rushed off to the hospital entrusting Prachi with her work load. Prachi had little experience in the field but she agreed nonetheless, what use was it studying it at college then she had thought. She was pleasantly surprised at the amazing clarity with which she remembered how to get about it, satisfied she had completed the task at hand. Filing the data and locking Madhu's cabin behind her she had turned to leave for her own office when she stumbled on the large potted Ficus lyrata near the door. Rubbing her feet in pain she pulled off her shoes studying the bruise carefully, she touched the glossy leaves of the plant feeling the smooth sheen on her finger tips. She loved nature in all forms the plant was one of her favourites, shaking her head at her carelessness she smiled.
Holding her shoes in her hands she had stepped in Milind's office, she spotted the windows open and felt the warmth of the afternoon breeze as it billowed freely through them. Putting down her shoes she moved forward to close them but just as she reached the table she felt several sharp pricks in her left foot. Looking down she saw the shattered fragments of the photo frame, picking up the frame she had replaced it on the table top. Blood oozed from the gashes in her foot quite a few shards were imbedded in her soft sole. She had left her shoes by the door and if she retreated her steps the flawless marble floor would be stained by her bloody foot prints. She realized she couldn't stand there forever, valiantly she had attempted to hobble forward when the shards pushed up further in her flesh. She bent down in agony horrifed to see the crimson mess on the marble.
The door clicked open and Milind strode in to find Prachi clutching her aching foot, she blinked her eyes in an attempt to stop tears that shone in them. "Kiya hua?" What happened? Milind had asked apprehensively crouching down beside her he pushed away her hand to guage the extent of the injury. "Tuu bhi na Prachi" Oh Prachi he chided her holding her by her shoulders he steadied her up , clasping her hand in his he made her lean on him guiding her to one of the chairs placed near his table. He could see she was afraid of the stains made as she walked her eyes darting back to them now and again.
Her hands trembled in his her body warm against him. "Kaisey hua yeh?" How did this happen? he had asked seating her "Shayad hawa sey frame gir ker tuut gayi mujhey malum nahin tha, main to khirki band kerney ayi thi" The wind must've knocked it down, I just came to close the windows she had explained glad that he wasn't mad at her. He went into her room and returned with the first aid kit in his hand, kneeling down by her chair he held her delicate foot in his palm. "Aap chor dijiye main ker luungi" Please let it be I'll do it myself she had tried to persuade him in vain but he simply ignored her and placed it on his propped knee. Gradually pulling out the shards with the tweezers he felt her wince under his gentle hold, he could see she was putting up a brave front but her knuckles had turned white as her fingers dug in the leather chair.
He then wiped the wounds with dettol, applying ointment and finally bandaged it off. "Waisey yeh frame kidhar sey aaya?" Where did this frame come from?he had asked as their eyes clashed. "Woh Preeti key kaprey liye they tab gift mila tha " It was a gift we got it when we purchased Preeti's clothes at the mallshe had clarified "Meri tasveer bhi gift kii thi kiya salesgirl ney tujhey?" Did the salesgirl gift you my picture too? he had questioned though his tone remained calm his eyes bored right into her in a way that sent a hot wave over her face and made her look away. Her eyes had lowered with compunction her cheeks flaming, she'd never thought of him being so articulate about the tiniest detail. How could she tell him his photograph on her table top made her heart swell with pleasure. It was her companion, her sole confidant she talked to it often complaining, complimenting even chiding his framed image when he was brusque or indifferent to her.
Her heart thudded what if he had access to her thoughts, clearing her head she realized he awaited an answer "Woh to Madhu sey lii thi mainey" That I took from Madhushe had stated meekly. She was suddenly very much aware of their proximity pulling her leg away she placed it on the floor he too had been caused to snap out of his trance, letting go of her foot with reluctance. The peon had cleaned up the office and she had spent the rest of the evening sitting opposite him, trying to avoid being conscious of his presence near her.
Later that evening as they wrapped up their work Milind had stuffed the gift box bearing the bracelet in his coat pocket, the necklace he had safely stowed in his office vault. Prachi had gotten up with care the peon had placed her shoes near her she pulled one on the right foot but try as she would she couldn't get on with the second one. Her foot had swollen firstly because of the bump and secondly due to the fresh wounds, giving up any thoughts of further attempts she picked the shoe up in her hand and mustered up courage to walk all the way to the door. She staggered forward grimacing every time her foot touched the ground, putting out her hands she tried to brace the wall but she faltered plunging towards the floor when she felt herself hit a solid resistance. Milind had watched all her attempts grimly presuming her fall he had cut in at the right moment embracing her as she fell heavily against his broad chest.
"Sabar nahin hai..... aa to raha tha main" Don't you have any patience... I was coming he had gritted his teeth in anger what if she would've fallen. She saw he was furious at her lone endeavours and considered it best to remain quiet, biting her lip in remorse. He held her against him taking slow steps feeling the pressure her fingers exherted on his own every time she stepped forward. Locking his cabin he cast a wry look on his wrist watch at this rate they'd reach home in the next millennium. Without any qualms he lifted her in his Herculean arms, the office was empty they usually were the last ones to leave.
Prachi felt herself being lifted by him and watched stupefied as his arms held her with ease, he felt her body stiffen in his hold this certainly was not something either had anticipated. Their eyes had collided and she had seen concern flow in his for her,he could feel the goose bumps that had suddenly risen on her flesh where his hands touched her, he watched as she read his face as if analysing his thoughts. "Der ho rahi hai" It's getting latehe had clarified though why did he that was something he didn't understand.
He didn't need to give her explanations, he did what he thought was right and people didn't question him. Yet her eyes... they held the power of speech each gaze spoke a million words and what harrowed him the most was the fact that he knew how to decipher this language effortlessly. Right now he understood Prachi's astonishment he knew she had had maintained her limits through out these years she wasn't the type who let every Tom, Dick or Harry lay his hands on her, yet he had touched her that too without prior permission. He had heard about Inder Shah's daughter people in his business circle often cited her as a pearl pure and beautiful.
And in these past months he had only known her to be extremely sensitive, soft spoken and an overtly shy girl someone who had the heart of a lion and the courage to brave a thousand storms but she was like a delicate flower inside one that got crushed at the slightest negligence. He had to protect her, he knew she was his responsibility the moment she laid foot in his office. Returning from her house that day after returning her file he had received the biggest shock of his life, he had never imagined his mentor's family to be in such a grievous situation. After his release from the prison he had been allowed to travel outside his homeland, his absence had created havoc in his business. His shares had plunged his reputation was stained and his hotels were nothing more than haunted accomodations. He had flown to Turkey on the first available flight it was the place he had started it all his retreat to fame, glory and recognition, business he realized had rather flexible rules if you had the money people never looked back.
And he had worked like a dog slaving nights and days to lure investors, make the most of his meagre resources. The biggest feather in his cap came when he bagged the contract to host one of Turkey's biggest rockstar's wedding with his British bred Turkish girlfriend who happened to be a top actress in both states owing to her bilingual skills.The paparazzi had gone wild, every news channel had covered the event and his hotel had attained the much coveted position of one of the five best hotels in the world. Word of his success had spread like wildfire his shares had sold on as hot cakes he ofcourse was major share holder and the coveted CEO of the entire empire he had single handedly created.He had been lucky his struggle uphill had been a short one and he had reaped the rewards at the precise moment not faltering or lingering on the way. Once his Turkey hotels were refurbished and kicking in action he had headed back to Mumbai sadly he realized in his mad rush to reinstate his doomed pride and power he had lost track of Inder Shah and had not known till that fateful day at Prachi's house of him as no more.
"Chalein" Shall we go he had heard her voice float to him pulling him out of his train of thoughts, it dawned on him that he stood staring at her absent mindedly. "Hmm" he had murmured as he sauntered towards the exit,he felt her muscles relax in his arms as she lay her head against his shoulder closing her eyes in satisfaction. She smelt of fresh flowers lying content in his firm grip, he could feel her softness melt in his rugged hands. He wondered why she hadn't reprimanded him for his action on the contrary she had acted quite the opposite did that mean she trusted him, or was it because he held authority over her whatever the case he wanted to drop her home fast and this was the fastest way possible.
Stepping in the elevator he heard her rhythmic breathing as the lift descended to the ground floor, she had not dared to open her eyes fearing it all to be a dream. What if she opened them and it would all vanish away, how she wished the elevator ride would never end but as all good things it too came to it's end. Meanwhile in the parking lot Sapna had stepped out of an auto she had forgotten her purse in her haste at the office and had returned to retrieve it when she witnessed Milind with Prachi in his arms. This was too tempting for her pulling out her mobile she quickly snapped them together saving the photographs in her cell. This was her lucky day just earler in the morning she'd thought of a million plans to exact her revenge from Milind Mishra, she had toiled hard for three years and he hadn't even considered her for a promotion she well deserved. Well it was time for payback, kissing her mobile in triumph she had retreated in the evening shadows.
Part 19
He had carefully put her down as he unlocked the car helping her get seated he closed the metallic door with a resounding thud. Taking his seat beside her he throttled the engine to life, she had rolled the window down and felt the cool wind caress her face as she settled back to enjoy the moment. The wind whipped Milind's hair as he rolled down his window to tap his burnt cigarette out of the car.Taking a deep puff he had slightly turned to watch Prachi lying comfortably beside him her eyes closed, her lips curled subtly every time the wind rushed through her hair she smiled, he smiled too at her childish antics. Tonight he felt happy without any rhyme or reason maybe it was the essence of the moment he flicked through the radio channels settling for one that had a beautiful tune playing.
Kuch nahin mangun bas hai mera ik sapna.
Duniya sey kiya lena dena bas chahiye ik apna
O dharkan, khwahish, baarish, boondein or ho koi apna
Uss sey mil key mousam badley or lagey sab apna.
O meri chahaton ka sawaal jahaan us key pyaar ki misaal wahaan
Baat banti nahin bananey sey reet hai yehi zamaney se
Ab key jo palat key dekhun sehmi sii hain raahein
Thaamey merey sapnon ko khamoshi sey bulaeein
Dil sey jo duaa dey waisa hai mera humrahi
Meethi sii sazaa dey waisa hai mera humrahi.
O dharkan, khwahish, baarish, boondein or ho koi apna
Uss sey mil key mousam badley or lagey sab apna.
Prachi had been astonished when the soothing music hit her ears, Milind usually didn't prefer listening to music when he had company that was something he practised in privacy. She opened her eyes to see him lost in his own world, did he desire such a companion she had wondered and had prayed that if he did he find her soon she simply could not bear him so desolate and forlorn. She noticed he was smoking again and watched him silently as he drove in the inky blackness of the night that had fast approached them.
Parking beneath her house he had stepped out and was at her side in a trice, shutting the car door he helped her amble to the stairs. Prachi had looked up at the stairs in disappointment, getting up them was one major hurdle and she feared if she applied too much pressure her wounds might just worsen. He had sensed her dilemma and scanned the area minutely there weren't many people about no one would notice. She had raised her foot when she felt his arms pick her off the ground once again this time he noticed she didn't flinch rather hung on to him. Taking wide strides he was soon at her doorstep and entered the open doorway only to meet a sight neither had imagined. The hall was cramped with his employees, what were they doing here, he stood rooted to the spot.
"Surprise!" they had screamed in unison, uh oh he had thought in despair they were her friends probably here to wish her on her big day. He stood perplexed at his situation of all the days this was the one she had to get injured on now he would be talk of the town, Premlata had emerged from the inner room at that moment and he had let go of his bated breath he wasn't even aware he was holding it. "Prachi kiya hua?" Prachi what happened? Premlata had questioned in worry hurrying to her daughter's side."Kuch nahin maa bas chot lag gayi" Nothing mom I just got hurt she had tried to assuage her mother gesturing towards her bandaged foot. Realizing that her daughter was still held by her friend she had lead them to an empty chair by the table where Milind had placed her softly. "Maa kuch nahin hua mujhey sach" Mom it's nothing really Prachi had tried to lessen her mother's fret. "Beta tum har baar iski madad kertey ho main kaisey shukriya ada karun tumhara." Son you always help her out I don't know how to thank you Premlata had said to Milind gratitude evident from her voice."Yeh kiya aunty beta bhi kehti hain or ehsaan bhi maanti hain yeh to sahi nahin" Aunty you call me a son and then express gratitude too this is not done he had replied walking closer Premlata had placed her hands on his face lowering it she had kissed him gently on the forehead "Sada khush raho" Stay happy always she had prayed and Milind had felt as if he'd found eternal bliss.
Prachi could hear hoarse whispering going on nearby she saw Sumana and Heeba busy chatting sitting on the small sofa in the corner her eyes roved around and she was surprised to see all her friends present. "Tum log kab aaye?" When did you people come?she had inquired aloud and the whisperings had died down "Madhu ney bataya tha aaj janam din hai tumhara to hum badhaii deney chaley aaye" Madhu informed us it was your birthday so we came to wish you Sangeeta had replied. "Beta yeh sab to kab sey tumhari raah dekh rahi hain." Prachi these girls have been waiting for you since long Premlata had informed Prachi, Milind had found a vacant seat near Prachi and had taken it. "Tum log ruko main bas cake ley ker aati huun. Acha hua tum aa gaye nahin to yeh dukhi hoti keh iska sab sey acha dost nahin aaya iskey janam din per" I'll just bring the cake. It's nice to see you've come else she'd have been upset that her good friend hadn't attended her birthday party she had adressed the last sentence to Milind smiling at him. This was too much for the crowd present there Milind Mishra their arrogant and haughty boss was friends with his secretary their friend Prachi.
Reema sputtered spilling her soft drink while Heeba and Upasana whacked her back blue. "Pagal ho gayi ho kiya dono, aaj hii saarey badley nikaalney hain" Have you both gone nuts do you have to avenge me for everything I've done tonight? she fumed. "Or agar mar jateen yahiin soft drink peetey huey to... eik to jaan bachai upper se yeh inaam." And if you'd have died drinking this then what... we're trying to help here and you'r not even grateful Upasana had retorted "Dafa ho jao dono" Get lost both of you Reema had wailed "Eik to waisey hii boss ney dosti ker lii iss Prachi sey yeh dukh kam hai jo tum dono meri jaan leney per tuli ho." As it is boss has befriended prachi and here you both are hell bent to relieve me of life itself. "Apni chor yaar soch Sangeeta ka kiya hoga dekh lag raha hai abhi beyhosh ho jayegi" Forget about yourself look at Sangeeta looks like she'll faint Heeba had informed them. And sure enough Sangeeta looked as if she'd seen a ghost she had never imagined anyone other than herself to impress Milind to such an extent. True Milind considered her an honest and hardworking employee but she had the hots for him was never known by him, he had always known her to be married and even if she weren't he'd never have thought of her that way. Sumana had inched closer to Sangeeta trying to abate her shock and had succeeded considerably meanwhile Prachi had struck up a conversation with Upasana informing her about the little incident and her injury.
There was a knock on the door and all eyes had turned towards the entrant, it was Krithika she had made Prachi's favourite chaat to compliment the birthday cake. Karan and Teena were with her and had run up to Prachi wishing her, she had smiled accepting their humble gifts. Which reminded the others that they had yet to give theirs to her one by one they had congratulated her placing their gifts on the low table nearby. Milind had watched all this impassively he had come because he had been invited by Prachi's mother and because he had to get her safely home. Premlata had returned from the kitchen placing the cake on the dining table it was a small chocolate cake with a single candle that burnt brightly in the middle.
Prachi had blown out the candle amidst applause and shrill voices singing "Happy Birthday", she cut a piece and fed it to her mother. Premlata had bitten off a small portion and directed her hand to Milind "Ab apney doston ko khilao" Now give some to your friends she had smiled wholeheartedly. Milind had looked on dazed he stood petrified, he could feel all eyes on him, "Kha lijiye please." Have some please Prachi had plead and he had opened his mouth to taste the sweet dessert. Something about her eyes abrogated his reasoning try as he would he just couldn't snap out of their mesmerizing spell once they rested on him. The cake being distributed and the snacks polished off the plates the girls had stood up to leave. "Beta khana to khaya nahin.." Child you didn't have dinner Premlata had complained lovingly "Aunty agli baar zarur khaeingey." Next time aunty Upasana had promised hugging Prachi good bye, while the rest filed out behind her. Krithika too had been called by her husband and she left unhappily, she had developed a soft spot for the hot and handsome Milind Mishra and had hoped to have a tete ?a tete with him sadly all her hopes were dashed to the ground. Though before leaving she had generously invited him to the picnic that weekend and Milind had smiled perfunctorily, a picnic was the last thing on his mind right now.
The celebration over the small house seemed silent all of a sudden Premlata had cleared the dining table and was now busy making dinner washing dishes alongside. She had asked Milind to stay over for dinner and he couldn't deny her. Prachi shifted uncomfortably in her seat she had been sitting in one position for long and her leg ached from remaining still. Milind had noticed this he stretched out his hand to her and she took it gratefully walking to the sofa he helped her sit on it in a comfortable position easing her legs up on it. He had then produced the wrapped box and had handed it to Prachi, she had taken it amazed since when did her boss go around distributing birthday presents, nonetheless she accepted it graciously.
Opening it she was shocked further to see it was the same bracelet they had purchased that afternoon she looked at it for a long time slowly lifting her gaze to his reticent eyes "Aapney yeh merey liye khareeda tha?" You bought this for me? she had questioned in a dewy voice he could see she was genuinely touched by his act. "Haan" Yeshe had stated folding his arms across his chest. "Terey liye khareeda tha" Yes I had bought it for you he stood staring at the maze of buildings in the distance through the windows wondering how quixotic his fate had been. He had never imagined gifting this to her yet here he stood watching her look at the bracelet with a distant expression in her eyes. "Yeh to buhut mehenga hai" This must be very expensive she had said quietly.
"Iss ki qeemat uss khushi sey zyaada nahin jo tuuney mujhey aaj dii hai Prachi. Main chah ker bhi tera ehsaan nahin bhula sakta meri beti ney aaj pehli baar mera naam liya hai, tuu soch bhi nahin sakti iss din ka kitna intizaar kiya hai mainey." It's not costly than the happiness you've given me today. I can't overlook the happiness you've bestowed on me, my daughter took my name for the first time , you can't even imagine how I have waited for this day. He turned to face her and she could see the truth on his face. "Buhut sapney dekhein hain mainey Preeti ko leykar aur aaj un main sey eik sach ho gaya.... teri wajah sey. Yeh bracelet to kiya aaj tuu jaan maang ley meri main woh bhi dey duun." I have many dreams for my daughter and this was one of them, it's come true ... because of you. This is just a bracelet if you'd ask for my life tonight I'd give that to you too his sombre voice indicated the depth of the statement Prachi had immediately clasped his hand in fear "Aisey nahin boltey, mujhey bas eik cheez ki zarurat hai aapsey. Dengey mujhey?" Don't say this. I just need one thing from you, will you be able to give it ?she had asked smiling. "Bol kiya chahiye" What do you want? "Aap udaas mat raha karein" Don't remain upset she had answered softly "Aap udaas hotey hain to mujhey acha nahin lagta" I don't like it when you'r unhappy and he had stared at her as if she'd lost her mind.
Here she could've asked him for a promotion, a raise in salary, discount in office hours or work but she had asked for his happiness. His dark eyes rested on her there was a flicker of something in them not pain, but patent pleasure, confound happiness as if he had found the key to a treasure, his hands had touched her face his fingers outlining her lips. They brushed her cheek bone resting on her closed eyelids, she had felt his other hand cup her face and felt too his raw passionate gaze on her as his thumb pressed against her lips. She had savoured the pressure his thumb had exerted on her lips startled by the intensity it had radiated she was drawn to his magnetic touch closing her eyes revelling in the moment all she could feel or think then was him. She knew she should stop him but she couldn't something inside her had longed for this moment, craved for his loving caress.She had opened her eyes to see him stare at her hypnotized his hands worked on their own accord.
"Prachi" he had whispered softly almost inaudibly but her heart had heard his cry, every muscle in her body had longed to reciprocate that silent call and then she had felt his fingers recoil from her face in haste. She saw his expressions change a wave of contempt washed over him , he staggered back a few stepslooking at his hands in horror as if unable to comprehend his own actions. Picking up his coat he had sauntered out in the black night and she had not stopped him, she knew somewhere she had pulled down some part of the barrier he had built around his heart.
Part 20
Milind had driven home immersed in shock how could he... how could he even touch her that way, he had slammed his fist on the brick wall outside her house in disgust. He had no right to damn it he was just helping her. He couldn't think of anyone else besides Kaajal she was his wife, he had married her she was the only one he had pledged to love eternally no one else, no one could make him that vulnerable no one he promised himself as he sped the car on the deserted streets. He entered the house to see his father deep in conversation with a middle aged woman, she talked in a business like manner and was dressed rather formally. Stepping inside he walked upto where his father sat with the woman on the comfortable sofa sets in the hall, she had looked at him deeply as if sizing him up for some important task. She had handed Baba a fat envelope and had stood up taking her leave, Baba had followed her to the doorstep asking her to return soon."Yeh kon thi Baba?" Who was she Baba? he had asked surprised to see an unknown woman in his home. "Ratna behen thi" That was Ratna Baba had replied Milind saw that Baba avoided eye contact with him, his sixth sense sent an alarm to his mind, something was wrong. "Kyun aayi thi yeh yahaan?" Why had she come here? he had questioned suspiciously all this while Preeti had remained unmonitored she had been playing near her grand father, crawling up to the low table in the centre of the hall she had gotten hold of the envelope Ratna had placed before leaving.
In a trice the envelope was open and the contents lay on display on the glass table top. Before Baba could utter a single word Milind had caught Preeti in the act what he saw though was beyond his wildest imagination. The envelope was filled with photographs of young women there were quite a few, they were probably girls desirous of getting married, Ratna Behen it appeared was their last hope. Milind's eyes burned with fury his father had probably contacted her to find some girl to get him married to. He did not speak but cast a pained look in his father's direction and Mishra ji had felt his accusing stare on him as he had turned to face him. It was now or never he had thought bracing himself for his son's tirade.
"Iss liye aayi thi woh!!!" So this is why she had come!!! he had raged crumpling up the photographs and throwing them in the air. "Ab main teri nahin sununga Milind." I'm not going to listen to you now Milind Baba had replied austerely regaining his seat on the couch pulling up Preeti on his knee. Milind had felt like he was on fire, his insides scorching with the rising heat, his anger knew no bounds it was as if something residing inside him had been unleashed after a long time "Ab teri khushian tujhey main dilwa ker hii rahuunga." I'm going to give you your happiness he had said firmly, and Milind had been stung with ambivalence at the paradoxical situation. Here his father was doing everything he could to destroy the little happiness he held on to all in the name of finding him true joy. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time "Khushian Baba konsi khushian?" Happiness what happiness? he had asked with asperity "Eik baar pehley bhi to aap ney khushian hii chunni theen merey liye. Badley main kiya mila mujhey Baba umer bhar ka gham. Pachtawa, aansuu,or ab to koi umeed bhi baaqi nahin rahi na hii koi khwahish hai." You had tried to give me my happiness once earlier too, what had happened then? What did i get in return a life full of torment, guilt, tears and there's no hope left now nor any desire in my life. Baba had listened to him stunned he had never expected his son to be so neurotic about his fate. Whatever happened had been penned by the Almighty it was not something that could be altered though if the old man had the power to turn round the wheels of time he would never have made him marry Kaajal.
She had been Mishra ji's friend's daughter his friend had married against his parents will with a woman hailing from another caste. His parents had ousted him from their lives and he had been neighbours with Mishra ji at the chawl. The couple had been blessed with a daughter shortly after their elopement, she was a beautiful child adored and loved by everyone at the chawl.She was Sukriti's age five years younger to Milind, all was fine when one day Mishraji had been called at work Kaajjal's parents had been involved in an accident, her mother had died on the spot. Her father though had sustained fatal injuries Mishra ji was the only one who had gone to his aid. On his death bed Kaajal's father had made Mishra ji promise to take care of Kaajal as his own daughter, to educate her, love her and get her married in a good family and Mishraji had given him his word. Soon after his friend had succumbed to his wounds and had breathed his last. "Eik zindagi main barbaad ker chuka or kitni zindagion ki barbaadi chahtey hain aap?" I've already destroyed one life how many more lives do you want me to destroy? Milind had snapped livid with anger causing his father to return to the present. "Main shaadi nahin kerunga...... phir chahey kuch ho jaaye." I'm not going to marry..... no matter what he had seethed with a finality in his voice one that his father knew he meant to retain till his last breath.
The ashtray on the polished table overflowed with burnt cigarette stubs it seemed as if the night would never end, he paced in his room in abberation, what was happening to him? why was his life slipping away from his hands. He had tried so hard, so hard to make things right then why this why could he not push Prachi out of his mind? Why did her thoughts assail him, make him want her as his own to have and to hold. But he knew he did not deserve her, her untainted purity was far too sacred for his scarred past, she deserved someone who had no demons chasing him no black stains in his life someone who was as true at heart as her. But was he not true at heart? His mind had questioned had he not but only strived to do the best for his family always then why could he not have her? Why was he destined to suffer incessantly why couldn't he be happy? Why .... questions swirled through his brain he felt as if he'd die if he stayed in that space any longer, he felt extremely claustrophic changing into a casual black shirt with stone washed jeans he had driven out though the iron gates in a quest for peace.
He drove aimlessly through the streets unable to decide on a destination, he spotted a club in the distance "Tropicana" it had read. Tired of questioning his fate and too exhausted to think straight he had parked his car in the lot walking in the dim lit pub he had been overcome with remorse, he wasn't the type who lounged around bars getting stone drunk but he wished to drown himself tonight, drown his sorrow in the bitter liquid.He had heard intoxication was a bliss and he intended to try his luck at being sinfully blissful tonight."What will you have Sir?" the bartender had asked as he propped on a stool near the marble topped counter. "Anything that can make me forget I'm alive" he had mumbled puffing on his cigarette, the bartender seemed an expert on serving drinks according to the customer's mood very soon he handed him a bitter concoction of vodka whisky and rum on the rocks. As he swallowed the contents in a hurry he was appalled by the fiery nature of the drink part of him wanted to throw it away but the other rebellious part of him wanted him to finish it to the last drop.Placing back the empty tumbler on the counter he ran a stray glance on his whereabouts the club was filled with people of all sorts, some of them burnt the dance floor the DJ had an irritatingly fast track on and Milind's eardrums threatened to burst with the din.
He had ordered another drink a red wine this time he'd try it all he had thought planning on ordering a Bloody Mary next. He lazily took a swig of the crimson liquid savouring the bitterness as it scorched his throat he saw couples moving in sync in the centre of the club some were huddled in the far corners secluded in the shadows their hands exploring each other. He had turned his face away utterly disgusted the place made him sick so did the drinks he had swallowed forcefully, he realized he'd be having a hangover soon.
Placing the required money on the counter he tried walking out but the place was crowded and getting past the tightly packed mass of bodies was difficult. In an attempt to brush through he had inadvertantly spilled a cocktail on a handsome young man dancing with his friend. "I'm sorry" Milind had apologised regretfully "It's ok" he had smiled good naturedly. He was tall over six feet, with a lean muscular body, his auburn hair was slicked back held in place with gel Milind realized he had the most deep set of piercing green eyes. "Drink" he had asked gesturing towards the bar, "No thanks .... looks like I'll call it a night" Milind had politely denied the offer "Sorry for the shirt once again" "Oh come on dude, just one drink it's on me. I'm Shashank by the way Shashank Saxenna, nice to meet you." he had introduced himself extending his heavy hand to Milind. Milind had clasped Shashank's hand with his own, he had felt the firm grip of the other person as his fingers closed in on his hand. "Same here" he had replied "I'm sorry I really must leave now but a drink will be due on me, maybe we can meet up sometime later." "Sure" Shashank had grinned "Ab to milna laga raheyga."
Milind wanted to escape that noisy inferno at all costs once in the parking lot he fumbled for the key in his pocket he knew the best thing for him now would be to head home since he was seeing everything in twos but he didn't want to go there. Home meant Baba and he was in no mood to have another row with him, as it is he felt ashamed of himself for having raised his voice to him, he'd never done that before. Hell he realized he'd never drunk to such an extent before too but tonight he had, he drove carefully trying to see clearly but everything seemed muddled, hazy rubbing his eyes for better vision he peered ahead on the bleak road.
Prachi had looked out of the same window Milind had been standing before listlessly, what had just happened? What was she thinking giving in to her lunacy, she knew she felt vulnerable when Milind was around but to such an extent had her totally astounded.What if he hadn't regained his senses when he had, would she have let him kiss her? Did she trust him to such an extent to let him have complete hold over her? After all that she had been through in the past could she trust any man now? She had thought she was incapable of sensation, of sentiments, feelings then why had she bent rules with Milind? Why did she feel for him as she did? Why did every emotion revolve around that one name. "Milind" she had whispered softly it felt good to say his name that way, yet she knew this was not meant to be. If he came to know of her past he wouldn't cast a second glance on her and she couldn't blame him for that either. How she wished some fairy godmother would wave her wand and set things right for her, assure her that she too could hope to be happy, to love and be loved in return, yet it seemed her fate did not have any such intention she was destined to suffer alone forever. A tear had dropped on her open palms as she studied the lines through teary eyes, would she ever be able to find his name in them? Would she be able to bury her past? Or would it haunt her till eternity?
Part 21
Ali had been startled when his phone rang with a shrill scream in the dead of the night, who could it be he had thought groggily opening his eyes he had pulled the receiver to his ear "Mr Ali speaking?" a male voice had asked "Yes" he had managed switching on the night lamp on the bedside table, "Dekhiye main Inspector Vikram bol raha huun police station sey aapkey dost Mr Milind Mishra ka accident ho gaya hai." I'm Inspector Vikram from the police station your friend Mr Milind Mishra has had an accident. "Kahaan sey bol rahey hain aap?" Where are you speaking from? Ali had questioned flinging his comforter aside "Bandra police station sey" Bandra police station the inspector had informed before signing off. Pulling on his clothes Ali had softly woken Saadia up to get the door and had zoomed on his bike to the station.Reaching there he had been shocked to see Milind caught up in a heated debate with the officer in charge, "Main keh raha huun aap sey meri ghalati nahin hai. Sunai nahin deta aapko?" I'm telling you it wasn't my fault, can't you hear me? he had bellowed his voice reverberating through the place.
"Dekhiye Mr Mishra aap ney buhut pii rakhi hai iss halat main koi bhi sahi gaari nahin chala sakta phir ghalati aapki kaisey nahin hai?" Look Mr Mishra you'r drunk, no one can drive properly in this state then how are you not at fault? the officer had retorted angrily. Ali was dumb founded to hear this Milind had been drunk while driving he realized his friend must have been under extreme pressure to resort to alcohol as a means of escape. "Milind" he had called and Milind had breathed a sigh of relief "Ali" he had stood up to meet his friend staggering upto him "Ali samjha na iss ko accident ho gaya tha, mainey jaan bujh ker to nahin kiya tha." Ali tell him it was an accident I didn't do it on purpose. Making Milind sit back on his seat Ali had talked to the inspector explaining to him about Milind's social status informing him that it was under extreme pressure that his friend had resorted to alcohol otherwise he'd never do so.
The inspector was a kind soul he informed Ali how Milind had rammed his car in the police mobile as they patrolled the streets keeping an eye for any nocturnal criminal activities. They had pulled Milind out of the car and hauled him in their battered mobile bringing him to the police station with them with much force as Milind had simply refused to go anywhere with them, they feared if he drove further in that condition he might harm himself.
Milind had listened to all this patiently he was drunk but not stoned he knew what the inspector told Ali was the truth, he couldn?t see the road clearly and had bumped in the police mobile. Though unintentional as it was it still was his fault, he cursed the minute he set foot in that pub if he ever had to drink he vowed he?d do it at home and never ever drive in that condition again. Ali had resolved matters with the inspector who had released Milind on the condition that he pay the charges to repair the mobile to which he had readily asseverated. Ali had tried to take him back home since his car had been impounded but he denied the suggestion and had asked him to take him to the beach instead.
?Edha ho gaya hai iss waqt jayega? Are you nuts, you'll go there at this time? Ali had questioned ?Chal na Ali mera dum ghut jayega warna? Please Ali else I'll suffocate he had implored and Ali couldn?t deny him. Something in Milind?s voice indicated the inner wretchedness he was suffering and Ali knew in an attempt to expiate his past he had borne unsurmountable affliction. He knew too if he took him home he'd spend the rest of the night smoking savagely. Sighing he had resigned to his wish soon they were sitting together on the wet sand watching the wine dark sea, the foamed waves lapping the coastline rhythmically. ?Tuu ney kyun pii Milind?? Why did you drink Milind? Ali had asked watching him stare at the unfathomable expanse inattentively ?Mujhey laga shayad piiney sey main sab kuch bhul jaun, lekin saala bhuulta hii nahin? I thought I could forget it all if I drank, but I just can't forget he had answered in a defeated tone.
?Baba zid per arey hain keh main shaadi ker luun, tuu hii bata Ali kaisey ker luun main shaadi. Kaisey ker duun kisi or kii zindagi barbad?? Baba is adamant I get married, tell me Ali how do I marry again? How do I destroy another life? he had counter questioned Ali dejectedly. ?Tuu pagal ho gaya hai Milind , kitni baar tereyko samjhaya mainey keh jo hua uss main tera qasur nahin tha. Tuu kyun apney aap to doshi maan ker saza dey raha hai.? Are you mad Milind, how many times have I told you it wasn't your fault. Why do you keep considering yourself responsible for it all? Ali simply couldn?t bear the way Milind?s guilt ate him, true Kaajal had died but it had not been Milind?s fault. She had died because she hadn?t wanted to live any more and that was that. Nothing Milind could?ve done would?ve saved her and they both knew that as the harsh truth then why did Milind have to blame himself for her untimely death.
?Kaash agar main uss sey keh deta....jhoot hii sahi to yeh sab nahin hota.? If only I'd told her....... even if it were a lie this wouldn't have happened Milind had remarked gravely. This was too much for Ali jumping to his feet he pulled Milind up by his hands ?Dekh meri taraf Milind? Look at me Milind he ordered him cupping his face in his hands and Milind had lifted his bloodshot eyes to see raw unsuppressed anger in his friend?s eyes. ?Tuu jaanta hai na tuu uss sey kuch bhi kehta to who nahin maanti. You know anything you would've said wouldn't have mattered she wouldn't have listened to it. Tuu to kiya bhagwan bhi kehta na to bhi nahin maanti woh. Even if God himself said that to her she wouldn't have considered it as true Milind beeta hua kal laut ker nahin aata lekin tuu apney beetey huey kal key liye aaney waala kal barbaad ker raha hai. Milind time gone will never come back but you'r wasting your future because of your past. Socha hai tuuney Baba kitney dukhi hotey hain tujhey aisey dekh ker. Tuu sirf apney baarey main sochta hai, tera dukh, tera pachtawa, tera ateet bas ..... or sab ka kiya. Have you ever thought how sad your father would be on seeing you like this. You just think about yourself your unhappiness, your past, your guilt........ that's it what about us. Unka kiya jo tereyko chahtey hain, tujhey khush dekhney key liye taras rahey hain. Bol Milind.? What about those who love you, who wish to see you happy? Tell me Milind. He shook Milind furiously his friend was hell bent on making his life miserable and that was not something he could be a mute witness to. Watching him hang his head abashed he had softened his tone ?Ab chal merey saath raat buhut ho gayi hai. Main Baba ko samjhaunga.? Now come on it's getting late, I'll have a word with Baba. Ali had taken Milind to a sea facing apartment Milind owned in the vicinity, the key remaining with the reception since it was often used as a company guest house also.
Prachi had woken up with a start sweating profusely her nightmares seemed to have increased ten folds not a night went by when she hadn't had those terrible visions, but tonight had been different, tonight she'd seen Milind in her dream. She saw the moonlight filter in through the open windows closing her eyes she recollected the dream she had seen minutes before. He stood on a deserted beach his hands pocketed in his black pants his unbuttoned shirt flapped in the wind that howled ferociously, threatening to rip it off him. His hair blew freely in the wild gusts that sped through them. From where she stood she could see, a storm threatened to break on the choppy waters the sky had blackened and the ocean swelled with unbound vivacity. She watched as an enormous tidal wave approached the shoreline from far it's foamed crown roaring on at supernatural speed he saw it coming towards him yet he kept standing, she panicked, she had to save him.
"Milind!" she had screamed in horror as the wave advanced with rapid speed he had not moved even an inch, she cried out his name over and over again, yet Milind remained unmoved. She had raced upto him "Milind" she had called him desperately "Milind chaliye yahaan sey.... MILIND" Milind come on she had tried tugging at his sleeve but he hadn't even blinked. She realized he wasn't aware of the hazardous situation it seemed as if he wasn't present there at all. The wind whipped at her face cruelly she could feel it's iciness numb her flesh, they had to get away from there..... quickly. She had then held his hand firmly in her own "Chaliye Milind" Come Milind she had said the tenacity in her voice startling her ownself. He had finally turned to face her, his eyes as black as the turbulent sea ahead she had screamed in fear as a thunderbolt lit up the sky above. "Chali jaa Prachi" Go away Prachi he had whispered and strange as it was she had heard him amidst all the pandemonium that the wind and the waves created. "Aap key baghair nahin.... kabhi nahin" Not without you.......... never ever she had stated, his eyes had come to life on hearing that, blazing with emotions, he pulled her closer gently bending down his face pressing his burning lips against her forehead.
She had hugged him tightly when another thunderbolt had crackled overhead pulling away from him she was shocked to see the monstrous wave head for the beach she tugged at his hand and this time he had followed her, "Jaldi Milind...." Fast Milind she had urged as they both ran on the endless spill of wet sand, she had shreiked in terror as the wave had crashed behind them threatening to eat up the beach with it's foamy mouth. They had run to a weather beaten shack it's battered door creaking on it's rusted hinges he had drawn her to him wrapping his arms around her, she could feel his chest heave against her pressed cheek his heart beating violently "Kuch nahin honey duunga main tujhey Prachi kuch nahin." I won't let anything happen to you Prachi absolutely nothing he had mumured kissing her hair gently and then she had woken up."Milind" she had whispered somewhere in her heart she knew something was wrong, she wondered if he had reached home safely, praying softly to God she had asked for Milind's safety. She decided to go to office the next day Milind's well being was far more important than her injuries and had laid back on the bed hoping to sleep a dreamless sleep.
Ali had made Milind take a shower before getting him to bed, calling up Saadia he had informed her about the situation telling her he?d be back by morning. Milind had fallen asleep but Ali was wide awake he looked at his friend sadly. He wondered why fate had been so cruel to him, he watched as Milind moaned it seemed he was evidently troubled in sleep too. Ali knew it was time he took matters in his own hands Milind thought he was incapable of giving or accepting love but Ali knew that was not the case. He had seen the way Milind watched Prachi. It was as if his world stopped for that particular fraction of time, Milind had never been a hypocrite the reason his eyes spoke for him and Ali had known him practically since childhood it wasn?t hard for him to get to the bottom of it all. He knew she was the only one who could make him live again, make him realize that he was permitted to love, to be happy and to share the joy with others. Making up his mind for his next course of action Ali had smiled in satisfaction ?Ab agar bach sakta hai Milind to bach, tujhey jeena nahin sikhaya to Ali naam nahin mera.? Save yourself if you can Milind if I don't make you learn to relive life Ali won't be name. He had chuckled softly to himself before lying beside Milind overcome with exhaustion.
The next morning Ali had driven Milind home explaining to Baba that he had spent the night with him and Baba had been greatly relieved with this news, he had watched Milind leave the previous night and all sorts of fears had haunted him till the sun had risen in the horizon. He had planned on calling Ali earlier that morning when they both had appeared unexpectedly Baba was the first person Milind had met as he entered the threshold pacing the hallway in agony.
From the looks of it he realized Baba hadn't slept all night. Cursing himself for his stubborn attitude he had entered the house Baba couldn't have been happier he had hugged Milind hard tears running down his cheeks "Aisey khafa hota hai kiya apney Baba sey" Do you become upset with your father to this extent? he had complained sorrowfully and Milind had been overcome with chagrin his son had been safe and that was all that mattered to his father, instead of despising him he had pulled him closer to his heart. Milind had kissed his father's hands with love "I'm sorry Baba, ghalati ho gayi..... maaf ker do" I'm sorry father, it was a mistake.... forgive me he had folded his hands infront of him his head bent low as a tear broke free of his closed eyelids. "Pagal ho gaya hai re tuu maa baap kabhi bachon sey khafa nahin hotey. Chal ab jaa ker Preeti sey mil ley woh tujhey kab sey yaad ker rahi hai" Are you mad parents are never upset with their children now go meet Preeti she's been missing you very much he had caressed his cheek fondly. Milind had treaded the steps to his room with a heavy heart, wondering if he would ever be able to make his father a happy man.
Part 22
As Milind stepped out of his room he could hear laughter emanating from the hall downstairs Ali he had thought smiling it was only Ali who knew the art of making Baba laugh even in his most grumpy moods. Back in their teens too often when he and Baba had differences on trivial matters it was Ali who would level Baba?s mood while Milind would sheepishly apologize and Baba would hug them both conveniently forgetting the fact that he had been angry minutes before. Breakfast over Milind had picked up Preeti, Madhu could see her today he had thought he wasn't in a condition to face Prachi after the near kiss scenario try as he would he couldn't get the feel of her skin on his fingers out of his mind. Part of his anger had been due to this fact he was losing self control around her and that was just not acceptable, he would have to be strong and not let his emotions carry him away. She wasn't his, she could never be his and he would believe that as a reality though his heart refused to accept it even as a possibility.
He had reached the office in time planning to hand Preeti to Madhu he had entered his cabin to see Prachi sitting at her seat quietly poring over a file "Tuu!" You he had cried surprise evident from his voice. "Jii main" Yes me but before she could finish elucidating he had cut in acridly "Kiya zarurat thii aaney kii? Abhi kahaan theek hua hoga tera paer" Why did you come? You foot wouldn't have healed yet? "Lekin main" But I she had tried explaining again "Lekin kiya tujhey laga tuu eik din office nahin aayegi to kaam nahin hoga koi.... tujh sey pehley bhi office main kaam ho raha tha, abhi bhi ho jayega. Ghar jao" But what you thought if you wouldn't come there'd be no work here well work did commence even before you joined this institution. Go home he had ordered turning his face away to avoid falling deeply in those hazel pools she had for her eyes. Silently closing her file she had picked up her bag in submission, but Preeti had other thoughts on her mind she let out a loud wail as she saw Prachi head for the door, she had been cranky and upset lately, teething it seemed wasn't an easy job for her.
Milind knew if she started crying then it would prolong her misery and he didn't want to see her in tears. She held out her arms to Prachi as if asking her to cuddle her, Prachi had hobbled to her and gathered her in her arms kissing her cheeks tenderly.All thoughts of sending her home took a back seat in Milind's mind as he watched her soothe Preeti, combing her hair with her fingers, she hummed softly gently rocking the crib. He looked on watching his daughter drift off in a deep slumber her small fist closed tightly around Prachi's index finger. She had tucked Preeti up with the comforter kissing her temple softly and had pulled her finger away from her small fist assidiously. She had walked upto him with difficulty "Mujhey lagta hai isski tabiyat theek nahin, aisey main issey chor ker jaaney ka mera mann nahin hai. Aap meri fikar mat kijiye main theek huun" I think she's not feeling well, I don't wish to leave her alone in this state. Please don't worry about me I'm fine she had said with evident concern for Preeti and he had simply nodded in assent. God he had thought how was he ever going to get her out of his mind at this rate, he had planned to drive her away with his rude behaviour and snide remarks but she had stayed for Preeti. She was so selfless, so ingenuous she deserved to remain happy .... and that ofcourse meant that she had to remain far away from him.
Work had piled up for both of them Karan Chopra it seemed had withdrawn from the project at the last minute, everything was in chaos. Milind had planned the entire inauguration meticulously and now it seemed everything was falling apart. The caterers had pulled back from the job at hand the decorators ofcourse had been provided by Karan's company and had signed off the moment Karan had decided to drop out, with the big event looming nearer Milind was at his wits end. His marketing department had already put up huge hoardings all across the country advertising the grand inauguration, in a few days they would start running adverts in papers and magazines, he realized he was in a fix.
If the ad campaign was this splendiferous the inauguration would have to be something out of this world. He dialled Karan's number the hundreth time since morning but it seemed he was avoiding Milind, it had not been a big issue Karan had asked for a 25% increase in the current budget that Milind had agreed to earlier. Milind could've raised the stakes but he didn't want to. Everyone knew Karan was a perfectionist to an fanatic level he had wanted everything to be elaborate from the flowers to the bottled spring water right down to the satin table cloths and the Spanish cutlery. Milind had borne everything with patience but lately Karan had been nagging him for an expensive brand of caviar and vintage wine he believed would add to the splendour.
Milind had denied the suggestion at once it was lunacy to waste money on caviar and vintage wine, they had a perfect brand already shipped by the bulk changing the brand now was a sheer waste in his view. Karan had not been too pleased and had decided to walk off the project without informing him beforehand. His manager had picked the phone up apologizing to Milind about her boss's absence "Tell that bloody son of a b**** I'm over with his crap, if he couldn't handle it he could've been a man and informed me instead of running away from the project like a first class jerk" slamming the phone down in disgust he sank back in his chair. He closed his eyes leaning his head on the head rest he knew he could pull it off with or without Karan but these days he simply wasn't in a position to concentrate on work, his head throbbed from the after effects of the alcohol he had consumed the previous night.
The peon had entered just then "Saab khana" Sir food he had informed getting the plates ready. "Baad main" Later he had waved him away he didn't want to do anything at the moment and food was the last thing on his mind. Prachi had witnessed this from her cabin she knew Karan had pulled out from the event and had heard Milind fume at his secretary now he'll vent it out on the food she had thought unhappily.
The peon had inquired her about lunch and she had asked him to let it be in her office, she hated it when Milind mixed personal with professional. She realized he lived and breathed his business but if it were to take a toll on his health it was not acceptable to her. Opening his eyes on a slight rustle he saw Prachi standing near him her eyes reflecting her worry for him, "Aap theek to hain?" Are you alright? she had asked hesitantly. "Haan" Yes he had replied averting his gaze away from her face "Koi kaam tha?" Any problem? he had questioned her presence. "Woh Preeti khana nahin kha rahi, phir dawa kaisey piyegi..... Aap kuch madad ker detey to...." Well Preeti isn't having lunch, how will she take her mediine then...... if you could help... her voice had trailed off questioningly. He gave her a chilly glare before following her wordlessly to her room. Preeti was busy going through an illustrated version of Cinderella the pictures were large and eye catching. She clapped her hands in amusement as she saw both her favourite people enter together. She had now started walking though not perfectly but she managed to wobble her way about, getting up she ran up to her father falling flat at his feet.
He had picked her up kissing her on her cheeks walking back to where her book lay open he made himself comfortable on the floor cushions strewn around.Seeing them busy Prachi had set to work quickly mixing up some lentil soup with mashed rice she joined both father and daughter on the carpeted floor. "Papa.....pinth" Preeti had exclaimed pointing to the prince charming gliding on the dance floor with Cinderella."Prince" he had corrected her kissing her on her nose "Pasand hai?" Do you like him? he had asked "Laa dein gey eik tujhey bhi, bari to ho jaa pehley" We'll get you one too but you'll have to grow up first he had stated pulling her in his lap. She had put her small finger on Cinderella next looking up to him questioningly "Yeh princess hai" that's the princess he had informed her.
"Pinthiz" she had repeated and Prachi had smiled radiantly she watched as Preeti walked upto her placing her hands on Prachi's cheeks she had cried out jubilantly "Pinthiz" turning round to face her father she had stared at him as if asking for his approval. "Papa..." she called him again retreiving him from his trance Milind had been surprised to see that Prachi did in fact resemble the illustrated Cinderella in the book, he had been lost in thought trying to absorb Prachi's innocence and unparalleled beauty in his mind's eye. No Cinderella could ever stand a chance next to Prachi he had thought confidently, besides Cinderella was fictional Prachi was a living breathing beauty one that had stolen his peace a long time ago. Letting out a deep breath he had nodded his head as if complying with the idea stretching out his arms he beckoned her to him and she had run to him flinging her arms around his neck she hugged him giggling cheerfully."Papa pinth" she kissed him with love some prince he was he had thought scornfully one who had been cursed to live a desolate and loveless life. He stroked Preeti's hair making her sit back in his lap, she always seemed to do away with his worries with her antics and he was glad he had her to call as his own.
Prachi had intervened then trying to feed her the rice but she turned her head the other way, "Preeti dekho agar aap nahin khaogi na to Papa kha leingey aapka khaana" Preeti if you don't eat Papa will eat your lunch she had tried to stimulate her but Preeti hadn't budged. Prachi had held out the spoon to Milind who had stared at it then at Prachi irritably yet he ate the mixture nonchalantly smiling at Preeti indicating to her that the tasteless mixture was indeed a heavenly cuisine and sure enough she had opened her small mouth for the next spoonful. Prachi looked pleased her plan had worked, she knew children were often possessive of their things same was the case with Preeti. As she tried to feed Preeti the next spoonful she had held her hand "Papa" she had exclaimed diverting the spoon towards Milind and Prachi had readily lifted the spoon to his lips, if it hadn't been for his daughter he'd have stomped out of the room but he knew it was the only way Preeti would eat a few morsels.
After a few bites Preeti had realized that Prachi was not eating at all she got up from her father's lap and pulled Prachi closer to her, there was nothing doing except for submitting to her will. Prachi scooted towards Milind they were still a few inches apart and to Preeti it was unacceptable she had pulled at Prachi's hand in ire and Prachi had moved closer so close that her body grazed against Milind's. He had turned his face to study her delicate contours as his daughter then held up the spoon to Prachi but she tripped on the latter's dupatta and fell in her lap. Both Milind and Prachi had laughed aloud Preeti's attempts to feed Prachi having turned out fruitless she smacked the spoon in the plate and hid her face in her father's broad chest."Naraaz ho gayi gurya" Are you upset... Milind had kissed her curls lovingly.
"Eik baar or try ker lo" Let's try it one more time he coaxed her this time he held her hand in his as she extended the spoon towards Prachi. Milind's eyes had rested on Prachi as hers had met his levelly, she seemed perturbed searching his face seeking permission and he had nodded his head slightly as if allowing her to accept it. She opened her mouth and ate the blatant mixture smiling at the little child. Preeti was elated she was too young to understand family values or it's importance but in her little heart she knew that the two people sitting in front of her were her world. Overcome with love she had tried hugging both of them together but her small arms were not able to perform the task at hand. She tried again and fell dissapointedly on the carpet both Milind and Prachi had extended their hands towards her, she took both of theirs in her own little ones and this time she was able to embrace them both as they had come together to grant her this simple wish.
Prachi had felt Milind's heavy hand on her back as he had involuntarily pulled her closer to him and she had let herself be enveloped in a warm, loving embrace by the two people she found herself more closer to than life. Their eyes had collided and she had found them brooding and defiant a faint flicker of passion had been evoked in them as her hand had covered his and for a moment she was forced to believe he had actually wanted this. But before she could even consider this as an option he had withdrawn his trepidation evident as he moved away placing Preeti in between them and Prachi knew the moment had gone.
As Prachi helped Preeti drink water she had asked him if he wanted more food but he had denied surprised that he had eaten more than half of the food on the plate."I can help you with the inauguration" she had told him as he stood up to leave. "I can talk to Soniya she's worked with Karan before she knows his style, we've already got the entire thing planned out it just needs to be implemented" she had explained as he knitted his eyebrows furrowing his forehead thinking over the issue. He knew she was right they just needed another event manager to handle things and if this Soniya had worked with Karan she'd obviously have a fair idea of his finicky tastes. "Fine" he had assented after a long time "Call her up and if she's free book her". Prachi had smiled at him glad that he had accepted her suggestion but he walked out ignoring her completely. She realized he was still uneasy with the whole idea but maybe if Soniya got on with them things would turn better she had thought hopefully.
"Phir kiya socha aap ney Baba?" So what do you think Baba? Ali had questioned the old man excitedly, "Tujhey kiya lagta hai bacha hai woh, foran samajh jayega." You think he's a child he'll understand immediately Baba had rejected his idea outright. "Baba try karney main kiya harj hai aapko pata to hai kitna chirta hao woh uss sey" What's the harm in trying Baba you know how he detests her he still had high hopes. "Hmm" Baba had meditated "Chalo yeh bhi ker letey hain jahaan itna kuch ker liya to yeh aakhri daav bhi khel letey hain." Fine let's do this too when we've borne so much no harm in playing this last game Ali's idea seemed feasible enough and if it worked as planned Milind would have no other option than to get married as soon as possible. Shaking his head as if not believing he was actually falling for this he dialled the number to Chandigarh, well if it worked he'd certainly have Ali to thank him for it he had thought hearing the bell ring incessantly.
"I want 20,000 per picture Mr Rakesh" she had smiled sitting opposite the editor of "Mumbai Chronicles" in his over stuffed office. "Miss Sapna that's too high a bid" he had said frustrated, the biggest news was just inches away from him. He wondered how the girl sitting in his office had clicked such intimate pictures of tycoon Milind Mishra. Even after several months of constant hounding Rakesh hadn't been able to pull anything on him except for his basics and the murder trial gossip. Countless times he had tried contacting Milind for an exclusive interview but it seemed Mr Mishra avoided publicity and press like a plague. He took special measures to abscond parties and slip away from conferences as soon as they finished though he attended social events it seemed he just weaved in and out of them in a matter of minutes. "I can't pay that much Miss Sapna I'm not working at ET it's the Mumbai Chronicles you'r selling this to" he had remarked sarcastically. "Fine then I think I should contact India Times." she had replied in a cloying tone gathering the photos from his table. "Ok Ok I'll give you twenty thousand but if you two time me I'll name you as the source" he had said defiantly before handing her the cash and stashing the pictures in his drawer hurriedly."Milind Mishra you'r finished" Sapna had cackled throwing her head back she laughed insanely, oh sweet revenge she had thought counting the money with avarice.
Part 23
Prachi had called Sonia up asking her to fly to India as soon as possible, the latter had agreed when Prachi had stressed on it as a personal favour to her. Prachi had been a trustworthy employee and had been at Sonya's beck and call twenty four seven she couldn't dismiss her hardwork easily and was forced to commit. Happy with the progress Prachi had informed Milind who had acknowledged it as a fairly reasonable move on her part. Later that evening as Prachi packed her stuff up Milind had watched her dubiously her foot hurt he knew but his current strategy towards her did not leave any room for kind gestures. He knew he should drop her safely home but if he did she'd forgive him for his past behaviour and that was not what he wanted. He wanted her to detest him to the fullest and finally leave him, he planned to get her appointed at a friend's office his current obsession with her spelled future disaster and he couldn't let any harm come to her which his company was bound to bestow on her sooner or later.
But he couldn't just leave her like that they had reached the parking lot in silence and were surprised to see Ali stand by Milind's car waiting for them. "Uper kyun nahin aaya?" Why didn't you come upstairs? Milind had questioned "Jaldi main huun bas tum dono ko invite kerney aaya huun..." I'm in a rush just came to invite both of you he had replied briefing them about the dinner hosted by him for Saadia's inlaws the following weekend. Saadia had asked him to invite both Prachi and Milind with him so that her inlaws would meet her entire family. Both Milind and Prachi were touched by the young girl's thoughts and had readily accepted the invitation, Milind had breathed heavily now she had to accompany him there too. He wondered what fate had in store for him the more he tried to evade her the more he was forced to put up with her."Betho gari main" Sit in the car he had said defeatedly there was no way he was going to leave her in this condition on her own and Prachi had slid in next to him. Try as she would she couldn't put a finger on his asperity, she did not recall any action on her part that could've instigated his wrath. She looked at him sadly how was she to tell him that his harsh words cut through her soul like a whetted knife.She watched him drive away in the still night walking slowly up the stairs, memories of him carrying her up them the day before haunted her and she felt hot tears sting her face.He had asked her not to attend office till her foot was healed completely and this time she intended to do as told.
Milind looked up at the office door the umpteenth time that morning he had asked her to rest two days not the whole damn week, he expected her to show up any minute and sure enough she had appeared a few minutes later. "Do din chutti dii thi" I'd given you two days off he had remarked in a cutting tone... Prachi's flustered look could not escape him "Woh.. Daadi beemar theen unhain hospitalize kerna para is liye" Grandma was sick we had to get her hospitalized she had explained. "Terey puurey ghar ka theka nahin liya mainey koi beemar ho jaye to kiya kaam dhanda khatam?" I'm not responsible for your entire household if anyone falls sick that means all work should come to a standstill he had questioned scathingly. Prachi had not expected such a rude tone or attitude on his part, she had bowed her head in dismay and Milind could make out the faint trail of tears that glistened on her cheeks. "I'm sorry aainda sey aisey nahin hoga" I'm sorry it won't happen in the future she had apologised before running to her room heart broken. Milind had witnessed all of it with a burdened soul he knew what he was doing was wrong but in the long run it would prove to be for the best he had assured his restless heart with lame excuses.He had tried concentrating on the open file in front of him but his eyes kept reverting to a teary Prachi every now and then.
Damn he thought enraged he needed fresh air picking up his coat he strode out of the cabin thinking of doing a round of the floors, a surprise visit from the boss would do his employees good.He had entered the second floor when his shoe got stuck in the loose threads of the carpet slowing down his pace considerably. As he bent down to free it from the woollen snare he heard voices coming down the corridor there was a water dispenser at this end a common point for social gossip. He was concealed by an array of potted plants and the people gathered there had not noticed him they seemed to be talking about him though.His ears strained to catch their conversation "Arey yaar boss ki tasveer dekhi aaj paper main?" Did you see the boss's picture in the paper today? one had questioned his colleague "Haan kitni rapchick haina kaisey uthaya hua hai uss larki ko?" Yes it's hot especially the way he's holding that girl the other had answered laughing "Woh larki hai kon waisey?" Who is she? a third had quipped "Koi bhi ho apney ko kiya per boss key to mazey aa gaye na" Whoso ever what's it to us it's the boss who's having a great time with her the first one had replied in a demeaning tone. Milind's head felt as if it would explode any minute his blood boiled to think that his staff thought so low of him he had straightened up hurriedly walking briskly to the reception he had got hold of a copy of the morning paper and sure enough his picture adorned the front page."Is love in the air?" the article had read giving a detailed description of his business his assets, past and present highlighting his dream project at Delhi.
Milind had clenched his fists utterly disgusted with the crap printed in the paper he had read and re read the article his eyes blazing he stomped back to the office seething, he couldn't believe someone had snapped him carrying Prachi what enraged him more was the way it had been publicized making it appear as if he were having the time of his life with her. He threw the paper on the table in vexation and called his receptionist asking her to put him through to the commissioner, well if Mumbai Chronicles were smart he was smarter. He knew blasting them for this would only fan the rumours he had decided to sue them and give them a warning the safest way. Prachi had watched him rave and rant on the phone of the few snatches that she heard she made out that he was unhappy about some article printed regarding him in the paper. Preeti had stirred then and she was forced to divert her attention to the little child feeding her the bottle she saw him pace the office in anguish whatever had been printed had definitely been abmysal else he wouldn't have cared much about it. A few minutes later she had seen their lawyer walk in, she realized the situation was graver than she had imagined gently patting Preeti she had left her in her crib and returned to her seat. She could see his face darken with pent up anger and suddenly his feral eyes had flicked in her direction catching her off guard what she saw in them was neither anger nor mystery rather an inexplicable angst. Was it anything to do with her she had thought else why would he look at her that way..... and what was the lawyer doing here? Was he going to sue the paper?
She couldn't make head or tail of the situation and felt confined in her office. She realized she needed to get away from her room for some time, picking up Preeti she had exited his cabin feeling his eyes trail her footsteps. She entered Madhu's cabin to find her working grim faced and serious. "Madhu is everything ok?" she had asked seating herself on her couch. Preeti had busied herself in trying to tie her shoe laces which to her seemed an impossible task. "I don't think so Prachi" Madhu had answered handing her a copy of the paper what Prachi read had shattered her completely. Her picture in his arms was the cover story the writer had done his best to portray her as a characterless woman who it seemed was responsible for his lack of attention to his Delhi project. The calumnies printed were beyond imagination and slowly she had understood his behaviour since the past few days. Had he known this would happen or did he want to distance himself from her to avoid all of this, whatever the reason she realized she alone was responsible for his troubles. He was right to berate her, she had earned him a bad reputation that too when his biggest dream was about to be fulfilled how she hated herself at that moment. She sobbed uncontrollably "Sab meri wajah sey hua hai Madhu agar uss din mujhey chot nahin lagti to Sir ko mujhey yun ley jaana nahin perta" It's all my fault Madhu if I hadn't been injured he wouldn't have to take me home that way and Madhu had joined her on the couch consoling her "Prachi jo hua uss main na tumhari ghalati hai na Sir ki. Duniya kii to aadat hai har baat ka ghalat matlab nikalney ki" Prachi it's neither your fault nor his the world is always trying to look at the darker side of things and situations she had patted her back assuring her that it would all turn out alright. An added advantage was the fact that Prachi's face was not clearly shot as it was hidden in his shoulder and the camera had not zoomed on her face rather it was focused on Milind, it was hard to indentify her in the picture.
Drying her tears she had decided to return when she met Sapna in the corrider. Sapna had come to deposit some important documents to Madhu when she saw Prachi walking absent mindedly towards her cabin, smiling to herself Sapna had blocked her path. "Kaisi lagi apni tasveer paper main?" Did you like your picture in the morning paper? she had mocked Prachi arching her eyebrows. "Sapna mujhey jaaney do" Let me go Sapna Prachi had said quietly she did not want to create a scene "Arey Milind Mishra kii baahon main kitna maza aata hai yeh tumsey behter kon jaanta hai? Haina Prachi.." Who'd know better how it feels to be in Milind Mishra's arms...right Prachi this time her voice was raised and people had turned to stare at them. "Sapna bas kero or mujhey jaaney do" Sapna stop it and let me go she had muttered "Wah Prachi chori bhi kerti ho or seena zori bhi" Sapna had declared loud and clear. "Tumhari wajah sey aaj Mishra group of companies badnaam hai." Mishra group of companies has earned a bad reputation because of you Prachi Milind had heard Sapna ranting outside his office and had come out to investigate "Kiya ho raha hai yahaan?" What's happening here? he had bellowed and the raised heads had dropped down "Sir main sirf yeh keh rahi thi keh aaj Prachi ki wajah sey aapki itni badnaami ho rahi hai" Sir I was just stating the fact that because of her you've earned a bad name today Sapna had stated coyly "Lekin iss main mera kiya qasur hai?" Prachi had finally found her tongue but sadly it was the wrong time and the wrong place for her. "Just shut up!" Milind had fumed at her "Lekin main to..." But I just... Prachi had tried to explain "In... the.... office.... now!!!" Milind had managed through gritted teeth the stress he laid on each word indicated his attempt to control his escalating rage, this humiliation was too much for Prachi. She could see some of the people present snickering at her while some openly smiled tauntingly.She had run inside her office closing the door shut, after her departure Milind had turned to Sapna who smirked at Prachi's back gloating on her little stint. "Miss Sapna next time you accuse Prachi for something she hasn't done I'll make sure that smile is wiped off your face permanently" he hadn't waited to see her reaction or hear anything else and had followed Prachi inside.
He found her crying in her room Preeti was at her wits end her princess was sad and she could hardly do anything, she had tried to wipe away Prachi's tears but they fell hard and fast this had frightened Preeti. Her little mind was not able to analyse the situation why was her princess not smiling was the sole thought that disturbed her. Prachi had covered her face with her hands sobbing pitifully. Milind had wished he could pull her in his arms and kiss those tears away but he couldn't he was the one who had made her cry and that too deliberately he had picked up Preeti and taken her to Madhu. "Sir you know it's not her fault" Madhu had said as he had turned to leave, "Yes Madhu and the irony here is that it's not mine either" he had remarked before walking away. Madhu had watched him leave sadly she had noticed the marked difference that Prachi had brought in him and for once she had believed that he too could remain happy now but alas.
She had cried to her heart's content lying on the cushions and then had fallen in a dreamless sleep, Milind had checked on her to find her sleeping her eyelids wet and cheeks stained, how he hated himself at that moment. Prachi had woken up as the clock struck three she couldn't believe she had slept in the office, getting up she checked on Preeti who was missing from the room. She quickly freshened up her head throbbed from crying and she dreaded Milind's reaction on knowing that she'd fallen asleep. She stepped out cautiously to see him busy patting Preeti to sleep, little did she know how hard it had been for him to stop his daughter from running straight upto Prachi. Eventually sleep had pervaded her and she had dozed off in his arms. She had collected Preeti from his arms kissing her ruffled curls she had returned to her room placing Preeti in her crib she got back to work. Milind was quick to notice her swollen red veined eyes and the fact that she hadn't addressed him at all, well atleast his plan was working he had thought despondently.
Neither had eaten though Milind had called the peon to bring her some food but Prachi had sent him back claiming she wasn't hungry.Later that evening she had handed Preeti to him before walking out silently, as she treaded the gravel path home she wondered why she had been so upset. It wasn't that he had scolded her the first time or that he had been rude he was always like that. She understood his reaction to Sapna's remarks it was natural, anyone in his position would've done the same, it dawned on her that it hurt her more to think that she was the cause of his problems. It was her picture with him and now it was upto her to put things right.
Part 24
Milind had reached home to find Baba busy chatting with someone, the stranger had his back to him as he came forward he was surprised to see Shashank seated on the couch. Exchanging handshakes he had sat down to a pleasant conversation with Shashank. Baba had taken Preeti to his room she was sleepy and he had wanted her fed before she dozed off. "So what makes you come here?" Milind had asked smiling, "Well the picture in the paper today for starters" Shashank had laughed, his laughter was infectious and soon Milind had joined him feeling extremely light hearted about the whole issue. It turned out Shashank had a large chunk of assets in Mumbai but was clueless of their use to him. He had inherited a lot of wealth from his late father the only thing was he had no intention of setting up business in Mumbai and so was in search of a profitable solution of this. "But why come to me?" Milind had questioned perplexed "I mean you could always auction off your properties believe me with the amount you have you could get the highest bid in no time" he had advised him honestly. "Well I came to know through reliable resources that you have been keenly interested in purchasing Shah properties....." he had remarked coolly.
Milind had been totally confounded, he knew that Shah Industries asset stripping had been an uproar in the press all and sundry had pitched in to pull the business apart piece by piece. It had been a secret desire of his to put Shah Industries together as it had been formerly, right down to Shah mansion and return it to their rightful owners.The task was slow and tedious and he was going about it with care he hadn't wanted to attract unwanted attention to the project and so had purchased Shah properties through various means. "I know you want to restore the property to their rightful owners and so I thought you'd be the most reasonable person to talk to before putting it up for auction." "What do you have for me?" Milind had asked intrigued "Shah mansion" he had replied with ease. "Why do you want to help me?" Milind still remain dissatisfied "I guess Inder uncle was like family to me especially Prachi" he had added slyly. Milind's hands had trembled slightly as he fished for his lighter in his pocket. "Prachi" he had repeated quietly "What about her?" he had questioned his tone grave and Shashank had been quick to notice the change in his voice. He was a cunning gamester and he had Milind exactly where he wanted him to be suspicious, flustered and vulnerable. If Milind had known what evil thoughts churned in his mind at that moment he'd have killed him on the spot. "Oh nothing much" Shashank had answered in a wayward manner "It's just that we were in love but Inder uncle never approved of the match. You know how parents are they want you to be something before you commit, I was busy with my education in the States and then Inder uncle remained no more. I tried tracking down Prachi but I guess it wasn't meant to be" he had added sighing disheartedly.
Milind had felt his entire world crumbling around him, she was in love with Shashank but he thought she was attracted to him. Oh what a fool he had been to consider her sympathy as love. Ofcourse she could never love him, she loved Shashank and his she would be he had vowed. She deserved to be happy with the one she loved atleast now he wouldn't have to relocate her to another office he had thought smiling sadly. His work done Shashank had left promising to meet Milind soon and hoping for their friendship to become a strong bond with time. Milind felt crushed and defeated how he wished the world would come to an end or he would cease to breathe that instant. The pain was killing him even though he had been attempting to drive Prachi away from him a part of him was adamant that she would never leave his side. His firm belief in her staying with him always had been cruelly butchered tonight, he realized he was the one at fault she had never told him that she loved him or had any intention of being his. He was the one building castles in the air not she and he deserved to be punished for it.
Breaking his resolve to never drink again he had taken out a bottle of whisky from the cabinet and trudged up the stairs it seemed like a long night up ahead and he knew sleep would never be kind to him again.Prachi had lain awake that night thinking of ways to make amends to the situation she understood Milind's outrage and hoped to find a solution to it soon.Little had she known that at that very moment downing the whisky in his dark room Milind had promised to himself to make her happy and seated in his car driving off to his house Shashank had planned fatal destruction for her.
The next day was a busy one Sonya had come from Canada and a lot of crucial matters had been resolved by her arrival. Caterers had been contacted the menu remaining the same, she had made an extensive study of the decorations Karan was going to put up and had run a glance through the list Prachi had provided her. Her assistants Fatima and Monami were quick and charming girls who had everything under control in no time. Milind could not help but feel indebted to Prachi calling Sonya was her idea after all and neither had known when day had given to nightfall. Prachi hadn't got a chance to apologize to Milind and planned to do it at dinner that night.She had taken care to look her best for the occassion, Krithika had helped her get ready she had curled her straight hair so that it fell in soft layers at her back, an extra touch of kohl and a dab of pink gloss had done the work. Krithika had lent her emerald green saree to Prachi, the only one that didn't have a plunging neckline to the blouse.
As Krithika had said before picking up her brush to volumize her curls "Aaj agar zinda bach gaya na tera boss to maan jaungi keh woh waqaii main pathar dil hai." Now if your boss survives this I'll be assured that he's heartless "Krithika" Prachi had warned her "Acha baba nahin bolungi kuch terey un key khilaaf. Sach bata Prachi kiya woh bhi terey liye wohi sab kuch mehsoos kerta hai jo tuu us key liye kerti hai" Ok I won't say anything against him. Tell me honestly Prachi does he feel the same for you as you do for him? and Prachi's eyes had clouded with unshed tears. She had avoided answering the question and concentrated on putting on matching bangles in her hands, Krithika had sighed unhappily she knew her innocent friend had fallen head over heels for her heartless boss, there was no way out Prachi was the type who lived and died for their love. Nothing and no one could make her believe that she was in for a massive heart ache.
Milind had knocked on the door impatiently he hadn't wanted to pick her up but Ali had insisted on it stressing that they come together and here he was standing at her doorstep. Krithika had opened the door as Premlata had been busy tending to her mother in law. "Aaiye aaiye aap hii ka intizaar tha" Come in come in we were waiting for you Krithika had welcomed him inside. Prachi had appeared then and Milind had forgetten to breathe she looked stunning, her emerald green saree accentuated her curves perfectly, her soft curls framing her angelic face. Her kohl rimmed eyes looked mesmerizing as they met his he felt as if they were the answer to all his prayers. Her supple lips smiled at him as she nervously tucked a stray curl behing her ear her matching bangles tinkled as she adjusted the dangling emerald earring. She lowered her gaze feeling his fervent eyes on her the heat they emitted threatened to melt her on the spot. "Mr Mishra agar aap yunhi issey taktey rahey to shayad yeh yahiin pighal jayegi" Mr Mishra if you keep staring at her this way she might just melt on the spot. Krithika had remarked rather boldly. Milind had immediately come back to his senses tearing his gaze away from her he had mumbled that they were getting late. Prachi had followed him outside glaring Krithika she always came up with the most outrageous comments when Milind was around.
Prachi couldn't help but stare at Milind in awe she wondered if he could hear her heart that beat wildly at that moment. He seemed to have outdone himself his negligence only served to increase his ruggedness. He wore a charcoal black business suit with a black shirt the unbuttoned cuffs peeping out of the coat sleeves. The shirt buttons were left open revealing a bare chest, his hair was tousled, his unshaven face highlighted his excrutiating forlorn eyes. As they sat in the car he had carelessly sprayed himself with Calvin Klein's One causing Prachi to curse herself for getting carried away with his looks. He was just her boss she tried to put her errant thoughts back on track she had no right to think of him that way. Besides she was the one who was attracted to him he didn't even have a clue of it and the day he would know of this he'd kick her out of the office in the blink of an eye. His reaction to the article flooded her mind and she hoped he would accept her apology that night. As she adjusted her pallu she saw Preeti fast asleep in the baby seat at the back and smiled atleast she wouldn't be bored she had thought turning her face to the window.
Part 25
Preeti had awoken some time later rubbing her eyes she looked around trying to recognize her surroundings, as she saw Prachi seated in the front she gurgled in happiness. Prachi had smiled at her as the car slowed at a signal she unstrapped Preeti and placed her in her lap. Milind had watched all this with vigil eyes he hoped he would be able to take care of Preeti the same way after Prachi left him for Shashank. They had stopped outside "Intercontinental" Prachi looked on in astonishment why were they parked outside a hotel, why not at Ali's building. But these were questions that time would answer she did not dare ask Milind anything he was still raw after the article ordeal and she did not want him to get upset in any way. A balmy breeze blowed in the parking lot it gently ran through Prachi's hair and she let it caress her face loving it's touch little had she known what longing had pulled at Milind's heart as he saw her carelessly push back her curls. Ali had met them at the reception ushering them to a table at the corner of the dining hall. The room was softly lit by crystal chandeliers bathed in warm earth tones decorated with tapestries and leatherwork from Spain. A bar was situated at the south of the hall and a live band played in low tones, the centre had been cleared of any furniture to make room for couples to dance to the romantic tunes."Hotel main hii kerna tha to apney hotel main kyun nahin kiya?" If you had to keep it in a hotel why not in our's? Milind had inquired crossly. "Mujhey bill bharney deta tuu?" Would you have let me pay the bill then? Ali had counter questioned and he had fallen silent, ofcourse that would've never happened.
At the table they were greeted by Faisal, Saadia's fiance, his mother Aaliya begum and his younger brother Farzad.They were a small but happy family and were delighted to meet Milind and Prachi."To tum ho Milind, buhut zikar kertey hain Saadia or Ali tumhara.." So you are Milind I've heard a lot about you from Saadia and Ali Aaliya begum had smiled at Milind complimenting him on his struggle to fame, she was a graceful lady with an air of dignity to her. Her streaked grey hair was tied neatly in a bun, a Pashmina draped on her left shoulder. She was highly amused by Preeti's antics smiling at the little girl with love. Faisal and Farzad were two handsome young gentlemen Farzad being more naughtier it appeared. The way Faisal looked at Saadia Milind was sure it was a perfect match. Preeti who had been centre of attention was now sulking sitting on the table the adults had been engrossed in an animated conversation amongst each other and she felt neglected. She was hungry too and kept trying to chew the roses in the silver vase near her which reminded Ali to order something. "Aapney kuch khilaya tha issey shaam main?" Did you make her eat anything in the evening? Prachi had asked Milind trying her best to stop Preeti from her uncivilised actions. "Yeh kha hii nahin rahi thi terey bina khaati bhi to nahin." She wasn't eating you know she doesn't eat if you'r not there. Milind had answered truthfully he really had tried to make her eat but she just wouldn't comply and he had left it to later. Aaliya begum had gently patted a pouting Preeti's cheeks it seemed Milind had forgotten everything that night, he even forgot to bring her bottle from the car at which Preeti was highly irritated her little tummy rumbled with hunger and she had cried out in helplessness."Bottle kyun nahin rakhi isski aap ney?" Why didn't you keep her bottle? Prachi had questioned Milsi in vexation as Preeti howled in anger a trait she had inherited from her father,"Laata huun" I'll bring it Milind had said before quickly retreating his steps to the parking lot. Moments later a staisfied Preeti lay in Prachi's lap sucking her bottle, Aaliya begum seemed put off by the whole ordeal "Beta aajkal key larkey kahaan sab kuch sanbhal paatey hain tum to maa ho isski khayal rakhna chahiye na isski cheezon ka" Child men aren't capable of looking after everything but you'r her mother you should take care of her things she had chided Prachi gently.
Prachi had stared at her in confusion did Ali not tell her anything, Milind too seemed shocked to hear this but he preferred to keep silent she was Saadia's mother in law and he did not want anything to go wrong with Saadia's future family. He had though given a cold glare to Ali who had averted his attention to the food the waiter had brought. Prachi had been astounded to see Milind stay mum on the comment and assumed he too was playing along, well if was what he wanted she'd just have to comply. Faisal and Milind it seemed shared a lot in common from the latest soccer match to the rise and fall in the stock market they had discussed everything under the sun. Prachi had been kept busy by Preeti who had wanted to join the couples on the dance floor she shifted in Prachi's lap restlessly till Saadia had offered to take her to the floor thus relieving Prachi of her naughty charge for a while. "Bhabhi buhut shararti lagti hai yeh, kaisey sanbhalti hain issey or office dono ko?" She looks like a handful Bhabhi how do you handle her and manage the office so well? Faisal had asked laughing heartily at her attempts to mingle in with the crowd. Music was Preeti's passion she couldn't stop jumping all over the dance floor while Saadia doubled over with laughter fruitlessly trying to catch hold of her. Prachi had timidly raised her eyes to Milind who seemed to try his level best to remain aloof of the entire conversation "Iskey Papa buhut help kertey hain meri warna shayad buhut mushkil hota" Her father helps me a lot else it would've been very difficult for me she had answered smiling. "Aap to lucky hain bhabhi itney caring husband milain hain aapko" You'r lucky Bhabhi you've got such a caring husband Farzad had teased her and Prachi had smiled at the young lad, she had grown fond of him he was just like Bobby vivacious and full of energy."Aapki love marraige hai ya arranged?" So is you'rs a love marraige or an arranged one? he had inquired thoroughly impressed with Milind wishing he too could look like him someday. He had noticed the number of women eyeing Milind as he smoked in style."Rishtey to aasmanon per bantey hai Farzad jo jiska muqadder hota hai mil hii jaata hai waisey hii tumhari Prachi bhabhi bhi mil gayeen Milind ko" Relationships are decided up in the skies Farzad people who are meant to be find each other no matter what similarly your Prachi Bhabhi came into Milind's life Ali had intervened.
Before Milind could utter anything Saadia had returned carrying a panting Preeti her cheeks flamed with the tedious exercise she had put herself through "Uff Prachi maar diya aaj issney mujhey kiya khilati ho issey? Itni energy kidhar sey aayi hai issmain?" Oh Prachi she's killed me today what do you feed her? Where does she get all that energy from? she had slumped on her seat beside Faisal as he gently touched her hand smiling at her flushed face. Saadia too had had quite an active time trying her best to keep Preeti from being trampled by the crowd on the floor. The band had struck a melodious number the song was one of Faisal's favourites he had taken Saadia's hand leading her to the dance floor, the frenetic teenagers had given way to couples who swayed in sync with the sensuous rythm. "Beta tum dono bhi jao dance kero" You two go and dance too Aaliya begum had said "Lekin aunty Preeti" But aunty Preeti Prachi had tried to wheedle her way out. "Issey main sanbhal luungi waisey bhi thak gayi hai tang nahin kareygi" I'll handle her besides she's tired she won't be much trouble smiling at a bewildered Prachi she had extended her arms and lifted a drowsy and enervated Preeti from her lap. Prachi had looked up at Milind to guage his thoughts on the idea, as he silently put out his cigarette in the ash tray and extended his palm to Prachi, without a second thought Prachi had laid her hand on his. They joined Faisal and Saadia oblivious of the world around them as the singer crooned soulfully.
Yeh dil terey qadmon main bicha duun terey mehkey khuwabon ko saja duun.
Yeh dil terey qadmon main bicha duun terey mehkey khuwabon ko saja duun.
Teri chahaton key sadqey meri zindagi ab to jaan-e-jaana mujh ko teri aashiqui
Hansaye bhi rulaye bhi sataye bhi, hansaye bhi rulaye bhi sataye bhi.
Milind had looked down to Prachi's beauteous face suppressing an urge to capture her plush lips in a passionate kiss he felt his arm go around her waist and with one smooth motion he had pulled her to him, his other hand closed in on her palm interlacing his fingers with hers. She smelt exotic her fragrance eroded his senses captivating them, seducing them. The rythm seemed to move them to it's own accord they gelled into each other matching step to step neither felt the need to look away or lose eye contact even for a fraction of a moment.
Terey khayalon main terey sawalon main uljha rehta huun main
kaisey bataun main kiya kiya muhabbat key zakham sehta huun main
Meri panahon main meri nigahon main tera hii jalwa raha.
Merey tassawwur main meri ibadat main tera hii qissa bayan.
Teri chahaton key sadqey meri zindagi,ab to jaan-e-jaana mujh ko teri aashiqui
Hansaye bhi, rulaye bhi sataye bhi, Hansaye bhi, rulaye bhi sataye bhi.
He twirled her gracefully and she spun around slowly feeling him pull her back in his warm embrace. She let him weave his arms around her waist as they continued to move to the beat, he had felt her arms on his own soft and tender her hands caressing his, she relaxed in his hold he could sense her smile her back to him. What was he doing? he had questioned himself. Was she not the one he had promised to forget, hand over to someone else because she was not his. She heard him moan softly and had turned around to face him, her lips were sealed but her eyes spoke questioning him, assuring him, trying to pacify him she smiled warmly.
Armanon ko merey deewana kerti hai terey labon ki hansi.
Merey to lamhon pey teri hii chahat ki chahiyi rahey beykhudi.
Meri tamanna ney merey dil -o- jaan pey aisa kiya hai asar.
Dekhun jahaan dekhun terey siva mujh ko aaye na kuch bhi nazar.
Teri chahaton key sadqey meri zindagi ab to jaan-e-jaana mujh ko teri aashiqui
Hansaye bhi rulaye bhi sataye bhi, hansaye bhi rulaye bhi sataye bhi.
He felt her place her head on his chest her hands enveloping him with love and he had resigned to his deepest desires resting his chin on her hair closing his eyes to live a lifetime in that one single moment. She had wished for the moment to last for eternity feeling complete closing her eyes too she had let him lead her on for what seemed like ages. She had felt as if the singer had sung her deepest wish that night.
Yeh dil terey qadmon main bicha duun terey mehkey khuwabon ko saja duun.
Teri chahaton key sadqey meri zindagi ab to jaan-e-jaana mujh ko teri aashiqui.
Hansaye bhi rulaye bhi sataye bhi, hansaye bhi rulaye bhi sataye bhi.
They had opened their eyes to a thunderous applause the song had ended all present there had appreciated their attempt to dance and unknown to them they had been the centre stage couple with the dazzling spot light focused on them. So preoccupied had they been with each other and the prized moment that they had lost track of time and space, the manager of the hotel had come up to them then holding a microphone "Sir you've won tonight" he had declared grinning at them. "Won what?" Milind had asked confounded "Tonight's most romantic couple title!" he had informed them a photographer had come up. "A picture please" the manager had requested "Oh I'm not very photogenic" Milind had tried excusing. Faisal and Saadia had come over "Eik tasveer main kiya ho jayega Milind.... yaadgaar raheygi saari umer" What's in a picture Milind..... it'll be a cherished memory for a lifetime he had coaxed him, and Milind had given in, his anguish though did not remain unnoticed by Prachi. The photographer had clicked a few pictures of them and had left, soon he had returned with a picture of Milind and Prachi encased in a gold rimmed ebony frame. "I hope it's clearer than the one they printed in the paper the other day" the manager had joked and Prachi had trembled inwardly now he would remember everything, all her attempts to relieve him of his agony would go to waste. As expected Milind's face had lost it's smile excusing himself he had made for the foyer of the hotel in an attempt to locate Ali who it seemed had magically disappeared.
He found Ali discussing the details of the wedding reception with the owner who fortunately was there to fill him on them. Excusing them he had led Ali away "Saadia ki shaadi apney hotel main hogi... kaan khol ker sun ley or ab chal terey sey baat kerni hai mujhey" Saadia is gonna get married in our hotel you better get that clear and now I need to have a word with you Milind had thundered, Ali had been expecting an outburst from him sooner or later and decided to tend to him before things got out of hand. They had come to the terrace it had a breath taking view of the entire city which looked like a birthday cake decorated with a million lights. "Bata kiya hua?" So what happened? Ali had inquired calmly "Thobda bhi tor duunga saaley tera, kyun nahin bataya Aaliya aunty ko sach?" I'll break your jaw you idiot why didn't you tell aunty the truth? he had raged "Kiya samajhteen hain woh Prachi ko...... meri patni!!!! or tuu chup chaap sunta raha..... baka kyun nahin keh woh ghalat fehmi hai unki Prachi sirf governess hai Preeti kii." What does she think Prachi is.... my wife!!!! and you didn't even clear her misunderstanding kept sitting there silently. Why didn't you tell her that Prachi is just Preeti's governess "Chal abhi batatey hain saath main.... teri bhi tension khatam meri bhi..." Fine let's tell her now..... you'll be mentally eased and I'll be clear of this mess Ali had offered staidly "Or kiya bataun unko main jab woh puchain mujh sey keh agar yeh teri patni nahin to kon hai teri patni.... or agar teri patni hai hii nahin to kiss larki to utha ker phir raha tha tuu jiski tasveer chappi hai paper main?" And what else should I tell her when she inquires that if she is not your wife then who exactly is...... and if infact you don't have a wife at all then who is the woman you'r carrying in the picture in the paper?
Milind had stared at him dumbfounded he had never thought of it that way "Dekh Milind woh terey ateet key baarey main kuch nahin jaanteen woh log Dubai sey sirf Saadia or Faisal kii shaadi key liye aaye hain.Look Milind they don't know about your past they've just come here from Dubai for Saadia's wedding.Tuu kiya chahta hai Milind keh woh yehi sochain jaisa bhai hai waisi hii behen hogi. Tujhey kiya lagta hai Saadia key chariter per baat nahin utheygi agar unhain yeh pata chala keh Prachi teri patni nahin sirf secretary hai. What do you want them to think that the sister will be exactly like the brother. You honestly think they won't be suspicious of Saadia's character as well when they come to know that Prachi is simply a governess and has no relation to you what so ever. Or chal maan liya keh woh tujhey shareef samajh bhi lain kiya gaurantee hai keh woh Prachi key baarey main ghalat nahin socheingi. Konsi secretary apney boss ki family key saath dinner attend kerti hai?" And even if they consider you a respectable person what's the gaurantee that they won't suspect Prachi of a lose character. Which secretary atttends dinners with the boss's family? Ali had voiced his suspicion "Kiya bakwaas ker raha hai Ali tuu aisa soch bhi kaisa sakta hai." Ali have you lost it what rubbish are you talking how can you even think that way? Milind had glared at him "Main to nahin sochunga Milind kyunki woh meri behen hai or khud sey zayaada yaqeen hai mujhey uss per lekin duniya kiya kiya socheygi uss key baarey main socha hai kabhi?" Well I won't and can't think that way Milind because she is my sister but what about the rest of the world don't you think they will most definitely think like that for her? Ali had carried on soberly. He knew Milind was a hard catch and this was the only way to make him think about a future with Prachi, folding his arms on his chest he watched Milind questioningly. Ali had planned all of this he had invited Saadia's in laws and had then asked Milind to come with Prachi he knew Milind could not deny Saadia's request he realized Saadia's mother in law was a perspicacious lady and she would trigger off some remark in regard to them being together. He understood that he had put Saadia's future life at risk but he had informed Saadia of this entire ordeal and she had readily granted him permission to follow up on the plan. She too keenly awaited the day her brother would find eternal happiness in Prachi.
"Main kiya karun Ali main kiya karun... kuch samajh nahin aata main nahin chahta meri wajah sey Prachi ko koi takleef ho, woh dukhi ho yeh main bardasht nahin ker sakta. Ussey uska pyaar dilwana hai mujhey Ali, itna to main ker hii sakta huun uskey liye." What should I do Ali.... I don't understand anything. I don't want Prachi getting hurt because of me, I can't bear her being unhappy. Ihave to make her meet her true love Ali, that's the least I can do for her.Milind had run his hand through his hair in desperation. Ali's ears had perked up on the last comment "Uska pyaar!!!" Her true love!!! he repeated in disbelief and Milind had informed him about Shashank and Prachi's past with him. Ali did not approve of the situation or the plan Milind had one bit but he knew this was not the right time to delve into the matter this Shashank guy seemed trouble and he would find out the real cause behind his claim for Prachi soon. Focusing his thoughts back to Milind's ranting he had allayed his sorrow and concern for Prachi promising him that he would help bring Prachi and Shashank together though his heart knew that was never going to happen. Well there was always plan B to follow up he had smiled guiding a distraught Milind back to the dining hall, Shashank could wait for a lifetime there was no way he was handing his sister to anyone but the idiot he had for his friend.
Part 26
Returning to the dining hall they found all others ready for departure Preeti lay quietly in Prachi's arms seemed like she had run out of her stock on energy she had yawned as Milind held his hands out to her which she had readily embraced. "Milind aisa ker tuu Faisal or aunty logon ko ghar chor dey inka ghar terey raastey main pareyga main Prachi ko drop ker duunga." Milind why don't you drop Faisal and his family home it's on your way I can drop Prachi off Ali had suggested and Milind had accepted gladly he desperately wanted to free his mind of Prachi for sometime. "Arey beta kyun tum drop kerogey issey ghar nahin jayegi yeh apney pati key saath?" Why will you drop her won't she go home with her husband? Aaliya begum had questioned Ali in a serious tone. "Woh aunty aaj apni maa key ghar jaana tha na iss ney bas isi liye kaha mainey" Aunty she had to go to her mother's place tonight that's why he had lied flustered with Aaliya begum's timely enquiry. "Hmm to phir Milind beta Preeti ko dey do issey" Then Milind give her Preeti she had dictated lifting Preeti out of Milind's hold she had handed her to Prachi.
"Chalo beta mumma paas jao" Come on child go to your mother she had pointed to Prachi explaining to Preeti what she wanted of her, "Pareshaan nahin kerna mumma ko theek hai bye beta" Don't worry her ok, bye beta she had kissed Preeti on her forehead hugging Prachi goodbye. Amidst all this something wonderful had happened Preeti had realized for the first time that Prachi had a name to her and that she could call her that. She had looked at Prachi long and hard as if doubtful of her next action but having made up her little mind she kissed Prachi on her cheek she had called out clearly "Mumma!!". Milind had stared at his daughter stunned by the single word she had uttered, a slow smile had spread over Ali's face as Prachi had kissed Preeti with motherly affection. "Mumma" Preeti had called again her laughter tinkling as she buried her face in Prachi's soft hair, she certainly liked the word and intended to address Prachi the same from then on.A moist film had appeared in Milind's eyes he didn't know what to feel sheer happiness or incalculable misery, his daughter was growing up learning new names but she had considered a mirage as the reality.She was too young to comprehend relationships and the pain that accompanied some, what worried him most was the effect Prachi's absence would have on her, she had attached herself to Prachi to a dangerous level.
He looked on exsperated as Prachi fondled Preeti lovingly how was he to set things right he had thought sighing deeply and Ali had placed a comforting arm on his shoulder reassuring him that all would fall in place with time. Prachi's eyes had met Milind's she understood his dread and concern even though no words were exchanged their eyes had talked she had stepped forward taking his hand in hers and had placed it on Preeti's back as she hugged Prachi "Yeh aapki beti hai..........or aap hii kii raheygi, har raasta manzil tak nahin jaata or har saraab haqeeqat nahin hota" She is your daughter and will remain your's forever, every road does not lead to a destination and every mirage is not a reality Milind had read the pain clear in her eyes. The fear of losing everything she held close was writ largely in them, taking Preeti's bag from his hand Prachi had turned away from him lest she give away all that she held in her heart.
Prachi looked on in dismay as he sauntered out of the dining hall with Faisal and his family in tow before exiting the hall he had turned around to cast a profound glance at Prachi he had wanted to remember the way she looked tonight simply ethereal and then had left. "Chalein" Shall we go Ali had inquired noting Prachi's crestfallen look and she had followed him to his car parked outside. Stopping the car infront of the chawl Ali had watched as she got out with Preeti and moved towards the wooden staircase "Prachi" he had called after her stepping out of the car himself "Jee" Yes she had turned to face him, closing the distance between them he had handed her purse to her."Bhuul gayii thi tu, waisey Milind key ilawa kisi sey pyaar kiya hai Prachi?" You'd forgotten it have you ever loved anyone besides Milind he had asked upfront "Nahin" No Prachi had replied promptly before realization dawned on her on what had just passed between them. She had looked at him incredulously "Bhaiyya aap..." her voice had trailed off "Mujh sey to kuch chupa nahin Prachi na tera pyaar na us gadhey ka dard, bas aaj tujh sey puuch ker dil ki tasalli kerni thi warna malum to mujhey pehley sey tha" Nothing is hidden from me Prachi neither your love nor that idiot's pain, I just wanted to ask you to confirm my doubts though I knew about it being it the truth all along he had laughed.
"Bhaiyya meri wajah sey pehley hii buhut pareshaani utha rahey hain woh ab agar koi aur dukh hua unhain to main seh nahin paungi. Aap please unhain iss baarey main kuch nahin bataiyega" Brother he is already troubled because of me if I cause further agony I may not be able to bear it. Please don't tell him anything regarding this matter she had pleaded to Ali her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Prachi tum dono hii mujhey azeez ho tuu meri behen hai to woh merey bachpan ka yaar hai. Bata tum dono main sey kis ko dukhi dekhun main?" Prachi you both are dear to me if you are my sister he is my childhood pal tell me how do I see see any of you upset he had asked her and she had sobbed softly a tear trailing down her cheek. "Prachi main jaanta huun woh teri zindagi hai or sach maan to woh bhi tujhey chahta hai bas apni qismat sey naraaz hai." Prachi I know he is your life and to be honest he likes you too but it's just that he's mad at fate he had explained to her assuring her gently. "Tujhey mujh per bharosa hai Prachi?" Do you trust me Prachi ? he had asked her and she had smiled through her tears "Apney aap sey zyaada hai bhaiyya" More than my ownself brother she had replied "To phir main tujh sey jo bhi kahunga kareygi bina koi sawaal kiye.." Then will you do what I ask you to without any questions he had inquired and she had nodded her head in the affirmative "Bas phir uski zindagi main tujhey shaamil kerna meri zimmedaari hai Praachi per uskey dil main jagah bana tera kaam hai, main jaanta huun woh ziddi hai ghussa kerta hai per dil ka buhut acha hai woh." Then it's settled to make you a part of his life is my responsibility but make yourself a part of his heart is your responsibility I know he's stubborn and gets angry most of the time but he has a wonderful heart Ali was close to tears himself he had always wanted the best for Milind he loved Milind more than himself and desired his happiness more than anything else. Deep down in his heart he knew for a fact that Prachi was the only woman who could fill his friend's life with love warmth and care.Overcome with emotion he had retreated his steps to his car and had driven off in the distance leaving a teary eyed Prachi carrying a sleeping Preeti contemplating on what the future held for her.
Krithika had started banging on the door highly agitated she had told Prachi to get ready by 4 that evening but it appeared she was fast asleep and planned on remaining that way. "Prachi" she had yelled impatiently "Aaj koi bahaana nahin chaleyga tumhara jaldi tayyar ho..." I won't listen to any excuse today get ready soon she had screamed pushing the strap of the water bottle up her shoulder "Aunty iss sey kahiye main neechey intezaar ker rahi huun sirf paanch minute..." Aunty tell her I'm waiting downstairs... just five minutes she had informed Premlata in frustration. Premlata had smiled Krithika sure had a temper that flared very easily, but she was not to blame today she had informed Prachi about the picnic weeks earlier and was justified at her ire towards Prachi. She opened the door and walked inside pulling back the curtains she had allowed the brilliant sunbeams to light the room.
She sat beside Prachi on the bed and gently caressed her cheek "Prachi Krithika naraaz ho rahi hai tayyar ho jao beta" Prachi Krithika is getting angry get ready dear and Prachi had drawn a deep breathe she did not feel well at all but she knew how hurt Krithika would be if she didn't make an appearance at the picnic, she had been planning this since ages and the last thing Prachi wanted was to pour cold water on her plans.She had dressed half heartedly in a pale peach salwar kurta embroidered with cerulean blue threadwork, she really didn't care how she looked besides it was the beach the dress was bound to get dirty.Brushing her hair she put on silver earrings studded with peach shaded rhinestones. She didn't think taking Preeti along would be a good idea she was running a slight temperature and Prachi didn't want her to be exposed to the cold sea breeze pressing her forehead lightly she had bounded down the stairs her head was beginning to ache and she hoped to make it back in one piece.Seeing her join them Karan and Tina had let out shouts of joy encircling her they proceeded to perform a jungle dance and soon Krithika had them all rounded up in the rented car her husband had attained for the occassion.
Ali had peeled a banana with utmost care and then proceeded to study it through his glasses satisfied with it's colour and having been assured that it was fresh he had bit in the soft flesh. "Meri jaan per bani hai tereyko keley khaaney ki pari hai saaley" I'm in a life and death situation here and all you can do is eat bananas Milind had thrown a cushion at him in disgust. He had called Ali to help him out and here he lay lazing on the couch helping himself to an assortment of fruits. "Dekh merey bhai tension kyun ley raha hai aaney to dey unko phir dekha jayega..." Why are you so tensed brother let them come first we'll take it as it comes he had tried to pacify Milind in vain. "Tuu to yehi chahta hai Baba woh Nain tara naam ki bala merey galey daal dein" You want Baba to get that Naintara hooked with me Milind had retorted not one bit amused by his friend's aloofness to the entire ordeal, if only he'd known Ali himself had been the master mind behind this fool proof plan and at that precise moment was having a ball of a time seeing Milind writhe and squirm in anger.
When everything else seemed to have appeared powerless on Milind Ali had devised the plan to call Milind's Bua and Naintara to Mumbaii from Chandigarh. Bua was a very prominent figure not only in her own household in Chandigarh but in Mishra ji's family too, her word was usually the last in almost all cases and circumstances. Baba had called Bua up a few days earlier requesting her to spend some time with him as he didn't feel too well lately and was convinced he would die soon, but before he did he wished to see his sister one last time and that had done the trick Bua had consented at once booking the next ticket to Mumbaii.Bua was a lively woman of 60 she was the kind who rose up with the first rays of the sun and worked till the sun set even at this age she had perfect vision and was very much active. Naintara was Bua's husband's sister's only daughter the sister having died after giving birth to her, her father having remarried shortly after was unable to take care of her properly and sent her to Bua's house the kind old lady had adopted the abandoned child as her own.
It seemed to Milind that Naintara had grown all of a sudden it felt like yesterday that she had come to celebrate Diwali with them three years back and now his father was considering her as a possible match for him. The truth was Milind had always considered her a younger sibling just like Sukriti he couldn't even dream of marrying her, besides a certain image clad in emerald green had kept surfacing in his mind since the previous night.His grievance had not escaped Ali but there was nothing much he could do to alleviate it, his irritation was justified anyone in his shoes would've felt the same "To chal raha hai station leney Bua ko?" So you'r coming to the station to receive aunty? Ali had asked in a serious tone. "Nahin" No Milind had replied before walking out of the room. He needed to think devise a plan to escape this trap his father had laid for him and no better place than the beach to clear his mind. He loved the beach whenever he felt lonely, sad or depressed he'd drive away to the water front listening to the waves crash on the distant rocks tirelessly. It seemed as if the sea spoke to him in a mysterious language it had so many secrets sometimes he wished he could wade to the bottom of it let the salty water wash away everything.... his anxiety, his thirst, his memories, his life. As he drove away in the Kompressor Ali's eyes had followed him till he had rounded the bend....."Bas kuch din or" Just a few more days he had promised Milind in his mind's vision.
Part 27
The beach was filled with people who thronged the place like ants near a puddle, the past few days had been extremely hot and humid being a Saturday evening almost all of Mumbai had decided to wet their legs in the salty water. Great Milind had thought as he found space to park his car after an extensive search of the lot which seemed to be crammed with vans, cars of all sizes and shapes and a million motorbikes. Stepping out of the cool car he was reminded of the intensity of the heat which had hit him with full force, he descended the stone stairs and proceeded to take off his chappals, swinging them in his hand he weaved his way through the crowd. He knew a hidden alcove his haunt often when he'd find the beach overcrowded he would go there to find solitude and mental peace. It was shaded by a towering rock and was situated to a farther corner of the shoreline, it was marked off limits by the coast guards as the water nearly rose to the knees even whilst sitting on the scraggy rocks that peppered the area and almost swept over them at high tide. Walking a good way he managed to leave the world behind enjoying his walk feeling the saturated sand squish under his feet as he advanced, reaching there he waded in the water and took his seat on a protruding flat rock, the tide was low and the waves lapped at his feet as he sat dangling them in the sea. Once he was away from the noise and din his mind's wheels started turning rapidly he wondered why Bua had appeared out of nowhere, did Baba call her on purpose and did he really intend to marry him to Naintara. What could he do to get out of this mess, and how long did Bua actually intend to stay, long enough for Baba to convince her into harnessing Milind. He knew once Bua made up her mind it was hard to make her think otherwise. Anyways he would figure a way through this he simply had to he watched the seamless stretch of blue shimmer in the dazzling sunlight, it was mesmerizing, his mind began to relax as he felt the wind breeze by him.
He placed his chappals near him his wallet however prodded him and he had withdrawn it from his back pocket placing it on a high ledge near, him he'd collect it when he went back he had thought and closed his eyes breathing the salty spume as it scented the air . Spreading his palms behind him he leaned on his arms absorbing the serenity of the moment letting it immerse in his soul when he heard a shrill scream near him. Startled he opened his eyes to see a red and blue ball float near his feet instinctively his hands had plunged in the water and had retrieved it, his eyes scoured the area to see two small children stand at a fair distance from him watching him keenly. They jumped for joy as they saw their ball being rescued by him, "Unnncllle!" they shouted waving at him in an attempt to catch his attention. So much for solitude he had thought there was nothing doing to it putting the ball under his arm he picked up his chappals and walked over to where they stood waiting for him, "Thank you uncle" the girl had said with visible gratitude holding his hand while the boy was quick to get the ball from him looking at it with pleased eyes.
He crouched down to be in level with the girl "Naam kiya hai tera?" What is your name? he had asked her "Tina" she had beamed at him her eyes dancing with mischief he was instantly reminded of his own daughter and hoped Preeti with grow up to be like her. "Thank you uncle aap ney humari ball bacha lii varna Mumma buhut daant ti hum ko." Thank you uncle for saving our ball else Mom would have been really mad at us. Smiling back at her he stood up and was about to leave when he realized she still held his hand. "Uncle chaliye na humarey saath humari family yahiin hai" Uncle come with us our family is here too she had informed him. "Chaliye na" Come on she dragged him after her as they rounded the big boulder he saw a large plastic sheet spread out on the sand at some distance two women with their backs to him rummaged through a basket while a man sat looking at them helplessly. He didn't know why but when he saw the girl in the peach salwar kamiz he was reminded of Prachi, was she Prachi he had thought impulsively, oh he was going nuts for sure Yahaan kiya kareygi What will she do here Prachi he had chided himself for even entertaning this thought. But then why did she look so familiar her figure, her posture, her hair and the way she tucked it behind her ear.
He was seeing things that was all she was not Prachi, she couldn't be; every other girl who had such beautiful locks could not be Prachi. He shifted his gaze to the other woman who appeared pretty modern in a tight fitting top and flower patterend sarong "Krithika tum ney sandwiches rakhe bhi they ya nahin?" Krithika did you even keep the sandwiches or not? the man had mocked her sarcastically. "Aapko to har waqt khaaney kii pari rehti hai kabhi kuch or bhi soch liya karein iss key ilawa" You are always thinking about food try thinking about something else for a change Krithika had remarked extremely agitated, she had wanted to go have a dip in the water before they opened the snacks but her husband was one impatient man. Milind could see the situation wasn't an inviting one he tried to slip his hand out of Tina's but it appeared fruitless and before he could think of any other escape route she had tugged her father's shirt with her free hand. "Papa in uncle ney humari ball bachaii bechari duub rahi thi" Papa this uncle saved our ball it was going to drown she had related the events to her father who had stood up to greet Milind. "Acha huaa aapney bacha lii warna inki maa sey inko mujhey bachana parta" Good you saved the ball else I'd have had to save them from their mother he had laughed good naturedly. "By the way I'm Varun....Varun Mehhta or aap?", and you? "I'm Milind Mishra" he had replied shaking his hand warmly Prachi's hands had stopped unwrapping the sandwiches as she turned to face Milind who seemed equally taken aback to see her there. So it is you Prachi whoever said the world was one big circle was so damn right he had thought no matter where he went and what he did he somehow ended up with Prachi right beside him.
"Main chalun phir..." I'll leave then he had attempted to go away when Varun had pulled him closer "Arey aap ney ball bachaii itna bara ehsaan kiya hum per aisey kaisey jaaney dein aapko, join us..." Oh come on you saved the ball and did us such a huge favour how can we let you go he had offered, Krithika had finally set the food on the plates she had been too engrossed in her task to pay heed to the conversation at hand. Now that she had indeed done as her husband desired she had concentrated on Milind and was elated to see him there. "Aap yahaan?" You here? she had questioned him excitedly "To aap aa hii gaye picnic per, dekha Prachi mainey kaha tha na terey boss zarur aayeingey" Oh so you made it, see Prachi I told you your boss would come she had teased Prachi meaningfully introducing Milind to her husband. Prachi however seemed confused she knew well enough that Milind had no intention to be at the picnic with them he obviously was there for some other reason.She knew he loved the beach and often visited it when he was upset or depressed did that mean he was unhappy about something now? She poured drinks out in paper cups and handed them around Milind noticed she was quiet and subdued not her usual smiling self a pang of guilt stung his heart was she unhappy because of him he had thought, he really hadn't been on his best behaviour with her lately.
As they ate Krithika suggested they make up for the lack of music by lending their melodious voices for the cause soon the children taking their mother's lead had embarked on a mission to prove themselves as future rockstars and sang to their hearts content."Mumma dekho Karan cheating ker raha hai issko to D sey gaana hai magar yeh M sey gaa raha hai." Mom look at Karan he's cheating he had to sing a song with D but he's singing it with the letter M. Tina had complained to her mother who was a fine judge and ruled it out as unfair, Karan ofcourse was out of his reserve on songs and looked at his father for help but Varun had denied any as he was busy chomping on cake his mouth full of it. "Uncle aap hii gaa dein na meri taraf sey warna hum haar jayeingey" Uncle can you sing instead of me else we'll lose he had pleaded to Milind who seemed uncertain of it. "Please uncle" he implored again making large puppy dog eyes at him and Milind consented, it turned out Milind knew his way around with strings and Krithika's husband had been wise enough to pack his guitar with the other stuff. Handing it to Milind he cheered him as Milind cleared his throat strumming up the guitar.
"Dil jhoomney lagta hai kabhi gaaney lagta hai
Bethey bethey yunhi yeh dil ghabraney lagta hai
Kuch sochney lagta hai har pal yeh kehta hai
Jab ho jaata hai pyaar to yaaron aisa lagta hai,
Kuch aisa lagta hai, haan aisa lagta hai.
Chahat kii gehraaiyan kisko dikhaun yahan
Aa dekh jaa aa key tuu samjhey gaa na yeh jahan
Tanha kitna tanha pal pal lamha lamha honey laga hai jawaan
Kuch aisa lagta hai, haan aisa lagta hai."
Prachi had been the first one to join her hands together to appreciate his song "Buhut acha gaatey hain aap" You sing really well she had complimented him warmly as he had opened his eyes snapping out of his trance. He knew for a fact that the song had not come out as expected he could see Tina giggling but Krithika has clapped loudly and Varun had slapped him jovially on the back. "Kis sey pyaar ho gaya aapko.....jo itna acha gaana suna diya" Who have you fallen in love with.... to sing such a nice song for he had teased him as Milind handed him the guitar vowing never to sing in public again. The song was a favourite of his sadly he never had a chance to enjoy it as much as he had done today, he mused if the reason for it meaning more today was Prachi and his current state of emotions. "Gaana to sirf Prachi aunty ko acha laga uncle baaqi guitar fantastic tha" Uncle the song as just liked by Prachi aunty though the guitar was fantastic Karan had whispered in his ear conspiratorially. He stole a glance at Prachi who appeared to be looking at him with recitient eyes the glint in them indicating her happiness at his performance. Krithika and her husband had joined their children in a game of ball Prachi smiled as she saw Krithika flit around in her patterend sarong she really was enjoying herself Prachi had stayed back on the pretence of finishing her snack and so had Milind.
"Preeti kahaan hai?" Where is Preeti? he had inquired once Krithika and her family were out of ear shot, "Maa key paas hai, uski tabiyat theek nahin thi" She's with mom she wasn't feeling very well she had answered "Kyun kiya hua ussey?" Why what's wrong with her Milind had asked his voice indicating his concern for his daughter. "Halka sa bukhaar tha iss liye main nahin laayi ussey" Oh just a slight temperature the reason I didn't bring her she had explained. Krithika had started calling Prachi to join the game and she had stood up obediently afterall wasn't this the reason she was here to make Krithika happy. Her head throbbed wildly but she couldn't do much about it plastering a smile on her face she chased the ball with the children trying to beat them at it but they were nimble and out ran her each time. She was beginning to feel faint again and hoped for respite when Varun had asked them to stop the game, the sky had suddenly turned grey there had been a forecast for a storm earlier that day but the sunny weather had not let them consider it as a possibility. Krithika and Prachi started packing when they noticed Milind had gone missing "Krithika Milind kahaan hain?" Krithika where is Milind? she had asked fearfully the weather was getting worse by the minute it threatened to rain any second now the wind had picked up speed thrashing on the turbulent waves it certainly meant to wreak havoc that evening. Krithika had denied any knowledge of him when Prachi saw him disappear around the boulder she froze in her tracks wasn't that part of the beach off limits why was he going there. The water would be upto waist level by the rocks.
"Krithika tum log chaley jana main Milind key saath aa jaungi" Krithika you guys can leave I'll come with Milind she had directed her dropping the things she held in the basket she had pulled on her slippers and ran upto the waterfront. "Prachi" Krithika had screamed that girl was insane, Varun had heard Prachi too he knew Milind was a responsible enough guy and would take care of her he was though worried about the kids. Hastily wrapping up the sheet the family had left for their van, the wind howled furiously ripping at Prachi's dress as she fought against it moving forward with the minimal strength she retained. "Milind!" she screamed shielding her eyes from the salty spray as the water pounded the rocks unforgivingly. Milind had remembered that he had indeed forgotten his wallet on the ledge if he was quick he might be able to retrieve it before it was washed away by the tide wasting no time he had run back to the water front treading the slippery rocks with care he braved the salty water as it came up to his waist. The current rushed in torrents towards him threatening to tip him off balance but he dug in the side of the boulder with his fingers he knew if he lost his footing he'd be washed away what was more dangerous though was the fact that water was rising fast and if he was swept away he'd be beaten to pulp on the sharp rocks up ahead.
Finally after a tedious struggle he managed to reach the ledge and groped for his wallet, it still was there gripping it with his teeth he carefully turned back though this time he was in a fix the alcove was flooded and he was forced to swim out of it taking care not to bump against any rocks, the water was pitch black and it was difficult for him to navigate his way to the boulder's edge he feared he might be washed into the open sea. Swim Milind swim his mind kept urging him as he forced his arms to propel forward the tide was too strong the current seemed to pull him in a vortex, no he couldn't give up not now. With a mighty heave he plunged forward flipping his legs in motion as self preservation kicked in, his oxygen supply was running out and his lungs felt as if they would burst any minute. His hands brushed on a sharp stone he could feel the pain that the cut had caused yet he kept on going till he surfaced on the outside of the alcove drawing in deep gasps of air and filling his mouth with sea water in the process.Prachi had watched all that from the corner of the boulder's side her lips chanting prayers "Please Milind ko bacha lena, unhain kuch na ho" Please save Milind no harm should come to him she kept repeating as she saw him press against the boulder wading to the boulder's edge dropping off on the sand, panting tiredly.
Instantly a soft hand had grasped his sagging shoulders straightening him he looked up to see Prachi gaze at him worriedly he was baffled at her presence "Tuu kiya ker rahi hai yahaan?" What are you doing here? he had shrugged off her hands standing up to face her still gasping. "Woh aap yahaan aa gaye they is liye main appko...." Well you came here so I .... she tried to explain nervously pushing her hair off her face as the wind whipped it mercilessly. "Tuu mujhey bachaney aayi thi or agar nahin aata main mar jaata to khari rehti yahaan saari raat iss toofan main?" You came here to save me and what if I wouldn't have returned, would've died then what you would stood here all night in this storm? he had roared "Sir!" she had stopped him from berating her further her vociferous eyes indicating how deep his pernicous statement had cut in her. "Kyun kerti hai aisa kuch Prachi keh har baar mujhey ghussa aa jaata hai?" Why do you always do such things Prachi which anger me ? he had held her by her arms shaking her furiously he was maddened by her presence in such a dismal situation she could get hurt, why did she never think about herself before diving head first in any situation. "Bol Prachi kyun... kyun kerti hai aisa... har baar... baar baar, main jiyun marun tujhey iss sey kiya farq perta hai?" Why Prachi why........ each time, what does it matter to you whether I live or die? he bellowed his voice riding the winds as they blowed heavily at them threatening to smash any obstacle in their way. And for once Prachi could not control her affliction as it swept through each pore of her body it was unbearable "Farq perta hai....." It matters... she had answered him her eyes clouding with water "Buhut farq perta hai mujhey....farq perta hai jab aapko dard hota hai mujhey takleef hoti hai Mr Mishra...... jab aap pareshaan hotey hain meri saansein thamney lagti hain...lekin aapko inn baaton sey koi farq nahin parta.... koi farq nahin perta" It mattters..... it matters to me when you'r in pain I feel it.... when you'r worried I feel as if I won't be able to breathe any longer..... but all this doesn't matter to you.... doesn't matter to you at all tears had found their way on her cheeks and with a strenuous attempt she had freed herself of his slacking grip running away from him sobbing pitifully.
She could not believe she was stupid enough to go after him he did not need her he had never desired her company or companionship it was she who had been fool enough to think that his eyes spoke what he himself was unable to say. She hastened on the vast expanse of the desolate beach Krithika would have gone by now she would have to get home on her own and that too fast the weather had taken a rough turn. She ran through the blinding gusts of whirling wind to the parking lot and suddenly the wind had died preparing for it's next assault on the world. She had reached the parking lot now desperately trying to find any mode of transportation available she furtively searched for an auto rickshaw or taxi but the place seemed deserted except for a few dirt bikes and trailers parked there, she could see Milind's Kompresser nearby and what she saw further was appalling. Four guys with long hair in jeans and t shirts were prying open Milind's car they had found this a perfect opportunity to strip the Kompressor of it's costly accessories. Two guys were trying to find a big enough stone to smash the windshield, Prachi could not control her anger she advanced towards the boys "Sharam nahin aati chori kertey huey" Don't you feel ashamed of yourselves robbing things like this she had lashed out at them. Her single question had hit home as all eyes turned to settle on her.
One of them whistled in admiration throwing away his crowbar, he smiled wickedly at her. "Sharam to aati hai per kiya karein, itni achi gaari or ab itni achi larki kon kambakht chorta hai" Well we do feel ashamed but what can we do who'd be an ass to leave such a beautiful car and girl he had winked at his friends slyly who had started advancing towards Prachi slowly and steadily forming a circle around which was growing shorter by the minute. They moved in closer and one of them had grabbed Prachi's arm twisting it mercilessly. Prachi's face was wet and red her lips were trembling with fear "Choro mera haath" Leave my hand she cried trying to act brave in front of them but they obviously knew better. The guy ignored her plea moving in closer his face was hard and terrifying. He smelt of stale cigarette smoke and petrol, his greasy hair was tied in a tight ponytail. He leered at Prachi his breath hot on her cheeks pulling her to his dirty form "Chor dengey lekin itni jaldi nahin...." Ofcourse I'll leave it but later
Part 28
Milind's eyes had followed her escaping form across the swirling sands abashed, her words had left him numb to the core did she really mean what she had just said or was it because she had been witness to his life and death struggle earlier which probably had spurred her to act that way. Maybe it was the latter his mind had reasoned dismissing his wild emotions and once the idea was firmly implanted in his mind he finally found the ability to move "Prachi" he yelled after her but he could see she was already a long way off. Stupid fool he had cursed her who told her to wait for him now they were stranded with an onset of a thunderous storm his mind was working on various ways to make her go with him so that he'd drop her safely home. His stomach lurched pondering on the possibility of her not consenting to go with him or the fact that she may have already left for home. His pace having quickened with the thought he ran towards the parking lot as if his life depended on it he had to find her "Prachi" he shouted again but it had turned out to be a vain attempt the wind shreiked far more louder than him, wailing mournfully before dropping down altogether. He knew now that it would start afresh with added vigour the hurricane that blew in from the sea front would feed newfound strength to it. His feet scrunched the sand underfoot as he leaped over piles of debris torn palm leaves were strewn around , paper cups, plates, eatables even clothes had been forced to find refuge on the sandy ground. A few sign boards could be seen dangling dangerously from their high perches the area was suddenly very quiet and then he heard a scream slice through the still atmosphere like a knife, his heart had stopped beating .... Prachi he had thought before tearing up the concrete stairs in one giant leap.
Prachi screamed and kicked with all her might at the guy near her. Her free arm thrashed wildly trying to clear an escape route but she was outnumbered. Another one came up from behind and grabbed her other arm. She leaned against him and kicked the first one on his knees, he fell off balance landing face down on the ground. The fall was hard and he had broken his nose, swearing at her he climbed to his feet angrily and shoved Prachi to the wall nearby pinning her against it. Clamping her wrists in his palm he held her jaw in his other hand tightly squeezing it so that she whimpered in pain."Choro mujhey" she managed with difficulty trying her best to push his smelly form away from her. "Suna nahin us ney kiya kaha" a sinister voice had emerged from the shadows followed by Milind's full form "Milind" Prachi had whispered helplessly.The gang had turned around to face him Prachi could see he was trying his best to stop himself from strangling each of the buffoons who stood there. His gaze followed the entire length of her pinnioned form before settling on the goon who stood pressing himself against her, his blood had started to boil just watching this, how dare that b*****d even touch her, lay his grimy fingers on her. Breathing hard he conquered the urge to hurl himself against the man and snatch Prachi away from him, but he knew he had to manouvre through them to reach her though not an impossible feat yet it involved risk he could hurt Prachi and that was the last thing Milind wanted.... Prachi hurt. He could see they were street smart criminals he had fought a lot of them many a times in his chawl days if it hadn't been for Prachi he would've kicked the living lights out of them, teaching them a lesson they'd never forget.
"Haath chor uska" Milind had said quietly advancing towards the guy who had Prachi pinned against the wall. "Nahin chorunga kiya kar leyga?" he had jeered at Milind who it seemed was itching to slay them all. "Teri biwi lagti hai kiya jo mer raha hai iss key liye" a scrawny one amongst them had questioned Milind sarcastically laughing at Milind, and the rest had joined in cackling hideously at his lame joke. Prachi had started crying now her hands ached within the goon's iron grip while he held her jaw tightly. With one smooth kick Milind had lain the guy standing next to him flat on the ground before turning around 180 degrees to punch the other guy's jaw hard and the cracking voice that followed after confirmed it as being dislocated, one of his friends had kicked Milind from behind while a second one wrapped his hands around Milind's throat. Prachi screamed in terror as the third jumping to his feet after kissing the dust thanks of Milind's artful kick ran to fetch the discarded crow bar to attack Milind with.
Pushing back her detainer with new found strength she had run to the man with the crow bar trying to wrench it from his hand she could not let them harm him at any cost. Milind had freed his throat of the vicious hold of his contender and shoved him away. Another one had lurched forward and Milind had pulled his head between his knees, pushing him down he raised his arms above the opponent brought his hands together and smashed him over the back of the head, the blow had rendered him unconscious as he collapsed in a heap on the ground. As if on cue the wind had gathered speed again driving at the goons with full force. Prachi had managed to retreive the crow bar from the man as he desperately tried to shield himself from the blinding sand that blew freely around them. The fourth it seemed had run away maybe not interested in pursuing Prachi witnessing the beating the others had got from Milind. As he tried to open the car door Milind felt a sharp pain race down his spine the goon had hit him with a plank square in the back a sad attempt at exacting revenge for his broken jaw after Milind's fatal punch. He winced with pain before turning around to throw mad punches at the baffled guy who had turned to flee but not before receiving a sound beating by Milind.
Milind had yanked open the car door pushing Prachi on the seat he slammed the door shut and got in on the driving seat from the other side. Thrusting the key in the ignition he brought the car to life and drove away roaring off, the tryres squealing as he spun it in reverse putting it on the road ahead. He noticed Prachi was slumped beside him she was not moving which surprised him normally she would've started crying but right now she sat transfixed as if she had been transported to some other dimension. After a few minutes her silence began to worry him, her face was blank as she stared ahead into nothingness and for the tenth time that he had glanced at her she hadn't even batted her eyelids, she was probably in shock. The rain had started pelting huge drops that sounded like a million crackers pulled open at the same time followed by rolling thunder which it seemed was out to destroy the world below. Lightning flashed in the sky every so often sizzling the dark canvas with electric bolts, his wind shield was spattered with water though he slogged on with the car switching on the headlights for better vision. "Prachi" he had called her but she remained motionless "Prachi" he called her again touching her arm to make himself heard and it was his touch that had broken her trance, recoiling from it she had opened the car door. With a heart stopping jolt their bodies had slammed forward against the dashboard and bounced back in their seats, it took a moment for him to realize that he had infact stepped on the brakes with full force shaking his head to restore his vision he saw the seat beside him devoid of it's passenger.
Prachi had opened the car door in haste, the rain blinded her temporarily but she fled away from the car her fear empowering her reasoning. She had to get away from it all, he could not get hold of her again, she had to run, run very far away. Thoughts churned wild in her mind, the rain drops pelted her as the downpour increased it seemed the heavens had opened their gates showering their blessing on all. Milind had not had a clue of what had just happened he understood she was in shock but why was she running away now, the boys had been left behind and if she hadn't opened the car door he wouldn't have been forced to come to a screeching halt in this wilderness. Opening the door he followed her foot steps on the wet tarmac "Prachi!!" he hollered the noise of the downpour diminishing the impact of his voice, he saw her flee in the distance... What the hell was she up to he had thought infuriated. They were in the middle of nowhere that too in the midst of a thundering storm, there seemed to be no one around for miles. He broke into a trot hoping to talk some sense in her once he caught up with her. Prachi was drenched to the skin her head was dizzy, her legs felt as if they'd give away under the pressure she exerted on them in an attempt to run faster. She could not see anything properly her eyes kept dropping close, she wished Krithika hadn't forced her to come. Her temperature had escalated greatly she swayed dangerously putting her hands to her temples as she tried to stop the world going in circles around her. Milind had caught up with her just then "Prachi" he had yelled to make himself heard but she remained fixated in that position "Prachi" he shouted again shaking her by her arms this time and she had stared at him visibly shocked. He had come, now he was going to take her with him , far away to that terrible place, she tried to break free of his firm grasp. "Chor do mujhey" she shrieked in horror "Mujhey nahin jaana tumharey saath..... kahiin nahin jaana" she tried desperately to free herself from his tender grip raining his chest with a volley of delicate punches. Milind was stunned at her outburst, angry and surprised both at the same time, he knew he had been harsh to her but he had never known her to be so fiery in nature and right now she seemed to be possessed with supernatural strength as she pushed him away screaming fitfully. "Prachi, Prachi!" he yelled again and this time her eyes had met his dazed by his adamancy. Water dripped from his matted hair hewas drenched to the core, she peered at him as if trying to recall his identity her hands had stopped moving and a few seconds later she had fallen against him unconscious.
Part 29
He had picked her up in his arms and had managed to seat her in the car again, he cast an earnest look at his whereabouts the rain was beating hard and fast driving all the way home in it would would be insane he could hardly make out anything how was he going to drive. Both their homes were miles away from the beach and he sensed they were near it somewhere since he hadn't driven very far. The best option was to take refuge in his apartment which thankfully was close by and as soon as the rain stopped he would take her home. Deeming this as the most feasible course of action he had started the engine, reaching the block of flats safely he had parked his car in a dry spot inside and had proceeded to carry a still unconscious Prachi to his apartment. He placed her on the couch in the living room, going to the bathroom he pulled out a fresh stack of towels throwing his coat and shirt away he towelled himself dry. He then proceeded to wipe Prachi's face and dry her hair, her skin burned to the touch and he wondered if she had high fever. There was a first aid kit in the washroom he had remembered, bringing it he took out the thermometer from the box and opening her mouth slightly he placed it under her tongue. He checked his watch as it completed a full minute before withdrawing the thermometer. The readings on it took his breath away she was terribly sick her fever was abnormally high, he panicked as he checked her sinking pulse. "Prachi" he whispered miserably what was he to do now he had thought running his hand through his tousled hair. Dialling the reception he had inquired for any doctor residing in the block of flats and fortunately Dr Vadhva turned out to be his next door neighbour. He had pulled on his shirt again and had rung the doctor's bell in haste. The door was opened by the doctor himself who was quick to respond to Milind's plea. Picking up his stethoscope he had followed Milind with his medicine bag in hand.Once he had checked Prachi's pulse and gauged the intensity of her fever he had given her an injection. "Jitni jaldi ho sakey aap inkey kaprey change ker dijiye, or yeh dawai main dey raha huun theek do ghantey baad pila dijiyega, subah tak bukhar utar jayega" he had assured Milind who had watched all this with a heavy heart. "Kon hain yeh waisey?" he had asked in an attempt to make conversation. "Meri......patni hai." Milind had lied through his teeth assuring himself that it was all to avoid any unwanted attention towards them.
Once the doctor had left Milind had lifted Prachi bodily and had taken her to the bedroom, bringing in a thick blanket he covered her from shoulder downwards with it. I have to do this he kept repeating to himself else she'll fall sick and I'll be the one responsible, taking a deep breath he had closed his eyes before he reached for her garments underneath the blanket. He felt her move under him as his hands touched her soaked form "Nahin" she whimpered in deep stupor her hands had slowly covered his and she had opened her eyes with great difficulty "Please" she whispered "Chor do mujhey!" "Prachi main Milind huun" he had told her softly "Agar yeh nahin utara to beemar ho jayegi tuu.... please" he had requested, in a slow gentle voice. He saw her eyes search his face and as recognition dawned in them she had removed her hand away from his. He had proceeded to strip her off her clothes taking care not to expose any of her skin while at it, his hands worked under the blanket as tenderly as possible, finally he had adjusted back the blanket and had taken her garments to the other room spreading them out so that they would dry soon. Prachi had felt too weak to even move a finger, her head throbbed incessantly but she had been terrified when she had felt someone taking off her attire, it was only when she had known it to be Milind had she allowed him to proceed. Milind was not him and with Milind she felt safe and secure. She had slipped into a semi conscious state her mind aware of Milind touching her gently but her body refused to move at will.
She saw him move about the room, adjust the blanket around her, feel her burning forehead and then she had fallen in a deep sleep.Milind had paced the room like a caged tiger, he was in deep trouble if anyone came to know of this little adventure he'd be finished. The tabloids were hounding him, and he could not afford another scar on his deteriorating reputation. But he could not consider Prachi's condition as acceptable either, she was sick and she needed him. He had an intuition that she was not herself that day but he had no idea of her condition being so deplorable, his insides burnt as the day's events flashed through his mind, why did he have to shout at her like he did she was just worried for him. Why was she so caring, so compassionate his heart pained to recollect her expressions on the beach she had been deeply hurt by his callous remarks. He stood staring out of the closed window watching the rain make streaking patterns on the glass pane as it trickled down it, if only he could make her meet Shashank maybe she would forgive him. If only he could reunite her with the love of her life maybe a part of him would be able to forgive himself. She had always been there for him now it was his turn to pay her debts off he turned to look at her pale face illuminated by the night lamp, she looked almost like a dream too beautiful to be real. But what if she did go away, would he forget her, every moment that they had spent together would it be easy to just hand her to anyone else, he relived the feeling he had when he saw the goon touch her. Could he ever let someone else lay a finger on her, why in his heart of hearts did he feel that she was his every inch of her belonged to him and him alone. That possessive streak that ignited his soul everytime he watched her, saw her, talked to her he closed his eyes in agony sinking in the couch beside him, dropping his head in his hands. He wanted to scream so loud that his voice would reach the Creator himself, cry so hard and so long that every emotion would be washed away with his tears and for the first time in life he wished he were dead. But no he couldn't even wish death he had too many responsibilities to fulfill his father and daughter needed him he was the only ray of hope in their lives he could not be selfish enough to quit on them. He was Milind Mishra and nothing could break him if a lonely childhood, a failed marraige and sentence in prison could not make him lose faith in life then no one could .... no one he promised himself.
He realized it was time for her medication walking up to her bed he picked up the bottle from the side table filling a spoonful of the mixture seating himself by her he slid his hand beneath her head picking it up gently he called out "Prachi dawai pii ley" he had mumured he felt her turn in his hold but held her steadily she groggily opened her red rimmed eyes and he had put the spoon to her lips, she grimaced and tried to withdraw but he coaxed her tenderly "Pii ley Prachi...please" waiting patiently as she took her time to part her lips in submission and he tipped the medicine in her mouth. She winced as the bitter fluid travelled down her throat but he was quick enough to put a glass of water to her lips next encouraging her to drink some from it, the exercise had drained Prachi and he felt her head fall back in his hand heavily as he carefully laid it on the pillow.
Hoping to find some dry clothing he opened his wardrobe sifting through it's few contents he had stripped off his own shirt after the doctor had gone, it was still very wet. Rummaging through the cupboard he pulled out a clean black vest thank God for small mercies he had thought he always kept a pair of extra clothes at his apartment just in case he had to stay over and today was one of those days. But before he could put it on he had heard a low wail coming from the bed, the vest fell from his hands as he saw Prachi toss and turn on the bed. Her arms flailing she seemed to be having a nightmare. He had walked up to the bed trying to understand the situation she seemed to be still asleep as she fended herself from invisible assailants. "Chor do mujhey!" she breathed heavily her voice thick with fear, she was shivering from the fever and terror. "Prachi" he had called out to her but she was too intoxicated to register his voice. "Please mujhey jaaney do" she sobbed through closed eyes "Main ney kiya bigara hai tumhara?" she questioned the haunting figure in diffidence. This was too much for Milind seating himself near her he had tried to arouse her "Prachi" he called again yet she still remained aloof of his presence. She had wrapped her arms around herself tightly burrowing her face in the pillow she cried hysterically, her disarray had caused the blanket to move away from her exposing her milky skin below the collar bones. Milind had extended his hand to adjust it deftly but not before he witnessed what the exposure had unraveled.
Her consternation appeared unbearable, not being able to withstand her misery any more he carefully straightened her balled form and caressed her cheek fondly "Prachi" he had called again and this time it had worked. She had opened her eyes in dismay but on seeing him relief had flooded them she had flung her arms around him hugging him tightly. He had let her bury her face in his bare chest feeling the hot wetness of her tears as they dripped on his skin, his arms encircled her trembling form "Milind" she wept convulsively his name felt like a prayer from her lips. "Mujhey chor ker to nahin jayengey?" she had inquired fearfully "Kabhi nahin jaunga" he had replied promptly, unable to understand himself at the moment. He had let his guard down that night giving in to his deepest emotions accepting the fact that the vulnerable figure in his arms was indeed the love of his life. For once he wanted to feel free of all restraints and he had done so hugging her close to him.
" Shhhh, ro nahin Prachi main huun na yahaan, kuch nahin honey duunga tujhey" he had kissed her forehead passionately kissing her hot cheeks, temple and her chin next stroking her thick tresses with love. His presence had greatly relieved her anxiety as he felt her grip slacken around him after some time. She had fallen asleep as peace pervaded her but when he tried to place her back on the bed he realized her grip had tightened again she moaned softly probably still afraid he reasoned. There was nothing doing except for taking some rest himself, pulling her closer to him he rested against the headboard it was a most uncomfortable position but when he saw her cradled in his arms slumbering serenly he had shunned all thoughts of discomfort. Closing his eyes he had tried to sleep himself.
As the sun poured in from the open window Prachi had awoken to find herself embracing Milind trying to make sense of it she was astounded to feel herself devoid of any attire. She tried to free herself of Milind's grasp but it seemed he held her close the blanket still wrapped tightly around her. Faint snatches of the previous night jogged her memory and she was overcome with embarrasment on her behaviour, she couldn't believe Milind had actually hugged her, soothed her promising to stay with her forever. She smiled despite the uncanny situation, he did care for her Ali had been right all along. She felt him stir against her and had quickly closed her eyes feigning sleep. Milind woke up with a start Prachi could feel his gaze on her face as he disentangled himself from her taking care not to wake her. He had pulled up the blanket further up her shoulders before leaving for the washroom and it wasn't until she had heard the shower running had she herself stirred again.
Part 30
He had stepped out of the washroom in his track pants, pulling on his vest he swiped the towel across his arms wiping them clean of any moisture. Prachi had sit up in bed wide awake, he saw her hands clutch the blanket tightly she had lifted her eyes to see him watch her intently. The moment their eyes clashed they both had averted their gazes neither could push out the events that had taken place the previous night from their minds. What had passed between them was sacred to both but the fact that they had been together under such compromising conditions didn't alleviate the pangs of desire that reared their heads in their beating hearts the moment they set eyes on each other. "Woh merey kaprey'' she had finally asked in a whisper, her eyes downcast "Laa deta huun" he had said briskly walking in the next room where her clothes lay spread he touched them lightly and was disappointed to see that they still weren't dry. Nonetheless he picked them up and took them to her. As she took them from him she felt the moisture that still retained in them, how was she going to wear them..... she had thought in dismay. Gauging her turmoil he had taken out a dry bath robe from the cupboard handing it to her he left the room in silence and she had made a dash for the washroom the blanket still wrapped around her. The hot water felt good as it ran down her body she felt her tears mingle with the needles of water that hit the tiled floor as memories of the physical assualt assailed her. She wondered what Milind would have thought of her outburst the previous night blushing at the thought of his fervent kisses she put her fingers on the parts his lips had touched her, smiling to herself if only it could last for a lifetime, putting on the bathrobe she had tied the cord firmly round her waist.
She found him making breakfast for them his toned body was accentuated by the tight fitting vest his hands working expertly as he whipped the eggs for the omelette. "Aap rehney dein main ker deti huun" she had offered but he had simply ignored her carrying on with his work. She wrung her hands in dismay at his total lack of attention to her, he had started peeling an onion when the knife slipped making a small cut on his thumb, he had replaced the knife on the counter. She saw what had happened and was by him in a flash "Main ney kaha to tha bana deti huun" she had said and he had found traces of irritation in her tone. He watched amused as she nursed his thumb and had placed it under the faucet letting cold water flow on the cut for a few minutes before retreiving it. "Ab aap bahar bethiye main banati huun." so saying she had turned to the burner frying the eggs and toasting the bread in a few minutes it was ready, laying it on the table she had called him to eat it .He watched her lay the table for him her hair dripped wet from the fresh bath which she tucked behind her ear every now and then. Her face had the most mesmerizing glow to it devoid of any make up it looked angelic and once again he was astounded by her sheer simplicity. The black bathrobe looked sensuous hugging her slender form, flashes of the previous night haunted him. Her proximity had awakened desires he had not even known to have harboured, she was everything he had ever wanted in life, alas she was not his.
Joining her at the table he ate in silence, Prachi could not understand his speechlessness maybe the awkwardness of the situation had him quiescent she had thought. Breakfast over he had asked her to rest while he fetched the doctor to check her, she had done as told and very soon the doctor was seated beside her monitoring her temperature. "I believe the fever has subsided greatly Mr Mishra" he had informed him after reading the thermometer "But I would advise complete rest for today, any strenuous activity and it might relapse." Turning to Prachi he had informed her how worried Milind had been over her ill health "You'r lucky to have such a caring husband Mrs Mishra" he had remarked before leaving and Prachi's head had whipped to catch Milind's gaze shift from her to the doctor his eyes guilt ridden. "We had to leave for an urgent meeting will she be able to travel?" Milind had inquired at the doorway "I wouldn't advise that Mr Mishra as you can see she's still very weak, you may leave tomorrow if it's that urgent" the good doctor had said in a serious tone.
Milind had returned gravely perplexed he had called home telling Baba he had to leave for an urgent meeting for Puna and would not be back before nightfall, he had called Madhu up telling her to contact Prachi's mother and to tell her the same story. What a lieing fool he had become he was extremely irked by the entire situation, he had wanted her far away from him and the more he tried to distance himself from her, the more he was drawn to her. He wished he could have some respite from this agony switching on the tv he flipped through the channels aimlessly. He had not been able to sleep properly during the night and his eyes drooped after some time, stretching out on the couch he had fallen in deep slumber. Prachi had been tired of resting, she was not used to lying useless, cautiously stepping out in the lounge she was surprised to see him asleep while a soccer match carried on. She switched off the tv, bringing a pillow and blanket from the bed she had placed the pillow under his head and draped the blanket over him. Donning her garments again she checked the kitchen maybe she could cook something while he slept.
He had awoken to see deep shadows peep in from the window, it was late evening he yawned languidly before recalling his whereabouts, oh damn he had thought he was still at the apartment. Getting up he was quick to notice the pillow and the blanket, why did she have to be so caring he had thought pushing them aside. He walked in the room to find her flipping through an old magazine the colour had returned to her face she probably felt much better, she smiled to him as he entered the room. Picking up a towel he closed the washroom door behind him, when he returned he found her busy in the kitchen. "Tuu yahaan kiya ker rahi hai?" he had questioned in surprise "Aap bethiye main khana laati huun" she had informed him. "Khana?" he inquired astounded "Tuu ney banaya hai? kyun? teri tabiyat theek nahin or tuu kaam ker rahi hai." She could sense his disapproval from his tone. "Mujhey bhuk lag rahi thi iss liye" she had confessed as if it were the highest crime of the order. "To mujhey utha deti main bahar sey ley aata tuuney kyun banaya?" oh so that was the reason she had smiled he was worried about her health. "Ab to ban gaya" she had stated looking at him nervously he had sighed defeatedly this woman was driving him nuts. "Theek hai ley aao" he had said gruffly before leaving and Prachi had smiled at his broad back.
Ali had been worried sick on Milind's disappearing act he knew Milind had no meeting to attend it was just a ruse to get away from Bua and Naintara. Baba had been solaced with Milind's excuse but Ali had seen right through it, as the clock struck 7 he had dialled Milind's cell in frustration. An hour later Ali was seated opposite Milind on the living room couch at his apartment, Prachi was resting she had started feeling faint again and Milind had sent her to bed. He had related the course of events to Ali who sat listening in amazement not only had his friend escaped death but also had managed to save Prachi from those thugs he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with him. And now for the final shot he had thought "Aaj Bua or Baba baat ker rahey they teri shaadi ki." Ali had started his verbal assault acting particularly calm as expected Milind's face had lost his serenity though. He squirmed irritably in his seat "Acha kiya bol rahey they?" he had questioned his eyes indicating his displeasure. "Yehi keh ab kitney saal tujhey yun akela rehney dein, phir Naintara bhi to hai." Ali had remarked casually focusing his eyes on the German player running helter skelter after the ball "Arey Milind yeh konsa player hai?" Ali had carried on. "Hoga koi saala Naintara ka kiya boley Baba" Milind had flipped the Tv off to capture Ali's sole attention. Breathing deeply Ali had looked upto him "Dekh Milind in sab sey nikalney ka ab eik hii tareeqa hai terey paas..." he had advised him with brotherly affection."Bol na kiya idea hai tera" Milind had reciprocated eagerly. "Tuu shaadi ker ley Milind" and Milind had felt like wringing Ali's neck on the spot. "Phir wohi bakwaas" he walked up to the window peering down it "Meri puri baat to sun ...." Ali had followed him.
"Main kahan keh raha huun asli shadi ker ley. Jab tak Bua yahaan hai kisi ko ley aa yeh bol ker key woh teri patni hai, Bua jayegi to drama bhi khatam". "Kisi ko" Milind had spun around to stare at him square in the face his eyes brimming with anger "Arey larkiyan dukaan per milti hain jo ley aaun kisi ko.... kidhar sey laun main larki woh bhi thorey dino key liye.... mereko waisey type kii larki nahin chahiye samjha" he had warned Ali disgustedly. "Haan meri factory lagi hai na jahaan larkiyaan banti hain wahin sey laa deta huun tereyko. Abey bheja satak gaya hai kiya zahir hai kisi achi larki ko hiii layengey jo tujhey samjheygi, teri problem samjheygi" Ali had tried convincing him, this was his last shot if this didn't work nothing would. "Per Baba...unko pata chaleyga to... woh kiya socheingey merey baarey main... uss larki key baarey main. Bua to char mahiney baad chali jayegi lekin woh larki saari umer key liye badnaam ho jayegi meri wajah sey." Ali could see all his points were valid and it was noble enough for him to even think that way but this had to be done. Turning away Ali had regained his seat on the couch relaxing "To theek hai agley haftey kii fix kerwa deta huun engagement teri or Naintra kii" he had rubbed salt on Milind's wounds who still seemed perturbed. Milind was caught at a crossroad he had two choices and neither was an easy one, while Naintara posed a threat as eternal misery the other path was not flowery either there was much more heartbreak there. He closed his eyes and laid his head on the couch's head rest, why were decisions always so difficult and why did he always have to make them........ for himself and for others. If the decision were alone to effect him it wouldn't have felt so burdensome but here many lives lay at risk, the girl who'd play along, his father and he himself. Ali had felt a sad pang of guilt stab his heart as he saw Milind in such a state but he knew once the decision was taken there was no looking back, there would never come a point of Baba or anyone knowing the truth, he'd have Milind married to Prachi by the end of these four months and the final truth would be that they were man and wife.
Part 31
Ali had left his seat and sat beside Milind on his couch "Kiya soch raha hai Milind" What are you thinking? he had questioned his friend who seemed too numb to think "Kiya tujhey mujh per bharosa nahin?" Don't trust me? he had quizzed Milind again who had stirred at this remark "Bharosa....tujh per to hai per qismat pey nahin. Dekh Ali main nahin chahta kisi larki ki izzat per baat aaye woh bhi meri wajah sey" I trust you not destiny. Listen Ali I don't want any girl's reputation to me marred because of me he had shaken his head in despair "Pehley hii kam bojh hain merey dil per?" I already have enough burden on my heart he was not ready to comply at all. "Or agar larki ko koi aitraaz na ho to....agar usko teri utni hii zarurat ho jitni tujhey uski to?" And if the girl is willing then.... if she needs you as much as you need her then and Milind had looked at him in astonishment "Aisi konsi larki hai jisko meri zarurat hai?" Which girl would need me or my help? he had inquired in sheer amazement. Ali's eyes had travelled to Prachi's fragile form lying peacefully in the bedroom, Milind had followed his gaze his eyes had flickered momentarily with rejuvinated passion but he had torn his gaze away. "Tuu edha ho gaya hai Ali main usko dhoka nahin dey sakta, woh.... woh buhut achi larki hai" You'r mad Ali I can't deceive her... she's a very nice girl he had balled his fists querulously. "Dhoka deney ko kon keh raha hai tuu puch lena uss sey" Who's asking you to deceive you can inquire from her Ali had suggested "Nahin" No Milind had rejected the idea outrightly. "Theek hai main puch lunga phir" Fine I'll ask her then Ali had said and his decisive tone had ended the discussion. Later that evening as she rubbed her eyes sleepily Prachi had heard voices coming from the living room she freshened up and joined the friends in their conversation, her face lit up to see Ali there who had touched her head affectionately. "Ab kaisi tabiyat hai?" How are you feeling now? he had asked and she had confirmed it as best. Dinner was a light affair as none felt the need to eat Milind had wanted to take her home as soon as possible but Ali had advised him against it reminding him that she still wasn't completely well. As they gathered in the lounge sipping on piping cups of aromatic tea Ali had broached the important issue "Prachi tujh sey kuch baat kerni thi" Prachi I had to discuss someting with you hoping against hopes that she would recall their conversation a couple of days back when she had promised to act as he asked her to.
"Jee bhaiyya" Yes she turned around to face him Milind had glared Ali trying to make him stop but Ali continued without any qualms. "Prachi teri madad cahiye thi mujhey" Prachi I need your help Ali had gestured her to take a seat on the couch his voice taking a serious tone. "Tuu to janti hai Milind key Baba uski shaadi kervana chahtey hain lekin Milind Preeti ko leykar pareshaan hai. Ab iski Bua bhi aa gayi hai Chandigarh sey or unki larki sey iski shaadi kerwana chahti hai". You know Milind's father wants him married but Milind is concerned for Preeti, his aunt has arrived from Chandigarh recently and she wants her daughter married to him Prachi had heard all this aghast the information felt like molten lead to her ears Milind was set to marry someone else. Trying her best to fight back tears she had looked up at them evocatively "Prachi main jaanta huun tujhey apni Daadi key ilaaj key liye paisey chahiye or Milind ko eik aisi larki jo uski pareshani duur ker sakey... jab tak Bua yahaan hai, jo sirf uski patni honey kii acting karey" Prachi I know you need money to get your grandmother treated and Milind requires a girl who can bail him out of this situation putting the puzzle together Prachi's brain worked over time. "Agar tum dono eik duusrey ka saath do.... to tum dono ka kaam asaan ho jayega" If both of you help each other your problems can be solved Ali had finally put forward his offer. Milind had watched on with bated breath standing beside Ali his hand squeezing Ali's shoulder, would Prachi accept Ali's proposal or deny it altogether. Prachi had sat there silently trying to fit it all in one large picture if she consented not only would she be able to get her grandmother treated in a good hospital also she would be able to be near him and maybe in the process make him aware of the fact that she loved him. She had glanced at Ali again hope glimmering in her eyes and he had closed his own calmly opening them again signalling her that it was alright, a slight nod from him cemented her resolve and she had smiled at Milind "Kiya kerna hoga mujhey?" What will I have to do? she had queried his dumbstruck form.
She assented he couldn't believe his ears she was ready to trust him, act as his wife.... she was insane. "Tujhey mujh per itna bharosa hai Prachi keh tuu merey saath bina kisi rishtey key rehney key liye tayyar hai?" You trust in me to the extent of living with me without any relationship? he had interrogated her incredulously, holding her by her arms he made her stand infront of him unable to believe his ears. "Bina kisi rishtey keh to aap mujhey yahaan bhi laaye, mera khayaal rakha or agar aap kuch bura kerna chahtey to shayad ab tak ker chukey hotey" Well we didn't have a relationship when you brought me here either and cared for me if you had to do something bad you would've done it by now she had stated honestly silencing Milind's scruples viewing him with her deep hazel eyes that reflected heart felt gratitude. What she had said was true he had not crossed his limitations despite her vulnerable state and overwhelming passion, her trust in him touched him deeply and he had promised himself to thank her when time allowed. He felt as if a gigantic weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Naintara could find another groom for all that mattered. Milind's cell had rung then and he had excused himself once Milind was out of ear shot Ali had helped her clear the table "Prachi kiya tuu waqaii Milind per itna bharosa ker sakeygi?" Prachi can you really trust Milind to that extent he had voiced his thoughts assessing her reactions minutely was she forced to do all this or did she willingly wish to be a part of this act. Prachi was overcome with emotion at Ali's concern "Haan bhaiyya mujhey yaqeen hai un per or aap chinta mat kijiye sab theek ho jayega" Yes bro I believe in him and don't worry everything will be fine she had smiled at him rinsing the cups in the sink. Ali had smiled back at her in relief it worried him to think that wat he was instigating was morally wrong but he believed in both Milind and Prachi, the only reason he had devised this plan.
After Ali had left the house had fallen silent his lively banter had caused both of them to forget their awkward situation for a while. The night was dark with a starry sky, the wind blew mildly causing the chiffon curtains to flutter as it filled them occassionally Milind who had been unable to sleep stood near the open windows his palms resting on the sill as he drank in the vast ocean glittering in the moon light. He looked up to see the moon shine brightly as ever casting a silvery sheen on the world below. "Milind chand kitna khubsurat hota hai....... kitna duur lekin kitna paas lagta hai. Tum bhi to chand hii ho .........haina" Milind the moon is so beautiful..... so far yet it seems to near. You'r just like the moon ..... aren't you his ears rang with her laughter. He closed his eyes as memories raided his senses Kaajal loved moonlit nights she would sit hours near the window mesmerized by it's milky glow often she'd stretch out her hands and let the moonlight bathe them. He would watch her childish antics taking a break from back breaking work and smile at her. Sometimes they'd sit together and he'd lay his head in her lap while she combed his hair with love. "Agar main kahin chali gayi Milind.... mujhey miss kareingey?" If I were to go somewhere Milind... would you miss me? she'd often ask him "Nahin kerunga" No I won't he would reply stifling a laugh his response would only serve to infuriate her "Theek hai Milind eik din aisey hi chali jaungi duur buhut duur......... chand sey bhi duur" Fine Milind I'll go someday somewhere far........ further than the moon she would cry and remove his head from her lap when he'd cup her face in his palms and say "Miss kyun kerunga tujhey tuu to har pal saath hoti hai na merey, eik pal key liye to mujhey chorti nahin to duur kahan jayegi" Why would I miss you you're always with me, besides you don't let go of me for even a moment then how could you go away and then he'd tickle her till she'd squeal and laugh tears streaming down her pink face.Where had he gone wrong, why did she go away if only he could have her back he could tell her how much he missed her "Kaash keh tuu dekh paati Kaajal keh chand per bhi to daag hota hai. Chand khubsurat nahin hota........ nahin hota." If only you could've seen Kaajal that the moon has scars too, it's not beautiful... not beautiful. If only Kaajal had not suicided he wouldn't have been what he was today, true life would have been difficult but not unbearable. He wouldn't have to lie to the world, feel as if his life was meaningless most of all his daughter wouldn't be motherless.
"Kiya aap ab tak mujh sey naraaz hain?" Are you still mad at me? he had heard a gentle voice near him he opened his eyes to see Prachi stand beside him her anguish depicted clearly on her face. Her slender form bathed in the moonlight she peered at him with worried eyes. He marveled at her innocence which seemed to radiate from every part of her body his gaze seemed to bore right through her and he could see it affected her with the same magnitude as her presence did to him when she nervously lowered her eyes. Reverting his gaze to the ocean he stood silent his arms folded across his chest. "Nahin" No he had replied after a long pause "To phir aap yahaan akeley kyun kharey hain?" Then why are you standing here all alone? she had wondered why solitude was his sole companion many a time. "Jab tanhaai mann main bas jaaye to kisi key saath kii zarurat nahin rehti" he had stated his eyes unblinking as they counted the waves lapping the coastline. His answer had rendered her speechless contemplating him ignorant of herself she had decided to leave when she spied his injury touching his bruised arm tentatively "Yeh chot kaisey lagi aapko? doctor ko kyun nahin dikhaya yeh?" How did you get hurt? Why didn't you show it to the doctor she had inquired in perplexion. "Bhuul gaya" I forgot he had murmured pulling his arm away from her. "Main patti ker deti huun" I'll bandage it she had said rushing to get the first aid box. "Zarurat nahin hai" I don't need it Milind had tried stopping her but she chose to dismiss him, returning with the kit she held on to his arm. "Prachi mainey kaha na zarurat nahi hai" Prachi I said I don't need it he had stated sternly this time. Prachi had beheld his glowering eyes boldly "Zarurat hai or main patti zarur karungi ... kiya kareingey aap zyaada sey zyaada daanteingey na mujhey. Daant lijiye mujhey aadat ho gayi hai ab bina kisi qasur key aapki daant sunney kii." Well I will bandage it whether you like it or not besides what are you going to do shout at me. I've gotten used to being shouted at by you without any fault of mine by now. He stared at her stunned by her remark lately she had been surprising him by her frequent outbursts and he hoped it was not inspired by their increased interaction since the past few days.
He was hurt and she was not going to let his wound remain unattended making him sit on the nearby couch she had wiped the bruise clean and then applied ointment before bandaging it. He let her carry on feeling the soothing effect of her touch on his skin, it was sometime before Prachi realized how close they actually were. She could hear his erratic breath near her ear which tickled her skin sensationally. She lifted her eyes to glimpse him stare at her mutely her heart thundered as she concieved the effect of his proximity on her. With trembling fingers she packed the contents in the box and rose to leave when she felt a slight tug at her dupatta, she traced it's cause to be Milind's hand that had the silken material clutched tightly in his palm. His head was bent as if in deep thought "I'm sorry" he had finally managed his voice barely audible but Prachi had heard it and understood the reason behind it too. He alone knew how hard it had been for him to utter these two words to her, never had he imagined it coming to this but it was time he accepted his mistakes..... all of them. Resuming her seat beside him she held his hands in her tender palms squeezing them gently as he looked up to face her "Maafi sirf eik shart per mil sakti hai .......... " You can be pardoned on one condition and his eyes had searched her smiling face "Mujhsey dosti kerni pareygi aapko, manzur hai?" You'll have to be friends with me, agreed? Her query had left him yet again dumbstruck he gaped at her in astonishment "Kiya waqai tuu mujhey maaf ker deygi?" Will you really forgive me? he had asked her gravely and she had smiled endearingly. "Parschatab to mann sey hota hai or aap to buhut saza dey chukey hain apney aapko ab aur nahin. Aapko lagta hai aap saarey dukh akeley seh saktey hain lekin ....dard to baantney sey kam hota hai. Kiya main aapka dard nahin baant sakti?" Well repentance is very much acknowledged from the heart and you've punished yourself long enough but not anymore. You think you can bear all hardships alone but problems can be shared and can I not share your pain? She awaited his reply hoping to hear a positive one, he wished he could tell her how he longed to share his misery with her, tell her all that he held confined in his heart but that would mean sharing his life with her. The past the present and the future, what could he give her a haunted past, a tormenting present and an unknown future, no she deserved more, better and she would have it. He would call Shashank tomorrow he could not succumb to his own selfish needs anymore he would tell him that she would return to him after four months. She was his and would always remain his, composing himself he released his hands from her gentle hold and stood up "Raat buhut ho gayi hai Prachi jaa ker so jao" It's late Prachi go and sleep he had left abruptly his back to her not unaware though of the tears that fell freely from her eyes.
Part 32 (A)
The rest of the night had seemed like eternity neither had been able to sleep and had lain awake their minds vigil with thoughts of the journey they had chosen to embark on together. Soon Prachi was back home and Preeti had been safely deposited to her father, Milind hadn't felt so relieved in a very long time atleast Bua wasn't going to give him sleepless nights any more. The problem though was of breaking the news to the family, both of them would have to be subtle to their respective parents and here too it had been Ali who had come up with a plan. Early next morning after Milind had departed to the office Ali had come over Mishraji was busy trying to make head and tail of the political scenario of the country reading the morning paper when he saw Ali walk in. "Baba aaj to mithai khilaiye aap mujhey" Baba today you'll have to get me sweetmeats he had said dropping on the sofa beside him "Kyun aisa kiya kaam ker diya tuuney?" Why what have you done to deserve them? Baba had raised his glasses to study him "Vaah baba bahu dhund dii appko or aap hain keh koi khushi hii nahin, jaaiye main baat nahin kerta aap sey." Baba I found you a daughter in law and you'r not pleased at all fine I'm not talking to you he had feigned anger childishly. He could see the word Bahu had made Baba tingle with excitement "Meri bahu" My daughter in law he had asked in disbelief "Mazaq to nahin ker raha merey saath tuu" Are you joking? he was still uncertain of it being the reality. "Sach main Baba Milind ney shaadi ker lii hai lekin darr key maarey aapko bata nahin raha, larki ghareeb haina iss liye" Really Baba Milind had gotten married he didn't tell you because he was afraid since the girl is poor Ali had informed him secretively "Abhi abhi dekh ker aa raha huun main dono ko mandir main, aap kahein to aapko bhi dikha duun". I just saw them in the mandir if you want I'll take you to them As expected of him Baba had jumped up in anticipation calling for Ramu Kaka he instructed him to make arrangements for the evening and hurriedly left with Ali and Preeti. All the way to the mandir Baba kept asking questions about Prachi her name, her family, her likes dislikes and Ali answered as little as possible informing him about Prachi's position in Milind's firm and her interaction with Preeti soon they were at the steps of the temple. Prachi's mention had excited Preeti she kept tugging at Ali's sleeve inquiring about her "Mumma" she'd repeat every few minutes alternating it with pleas for her father "Papa kaan?" she would ask her grandfather pitifully the child had certainly missed them both. She was beginning to understand her bond with them and felt it hard to express the exact amout of unhappiness their absence had caused her.
As they ascended up the stairs they saw Milind and Prachi standing near one of the marble pillars their hands folded they prayed with closed eyes. Both Milind and Prachi were dressed in white the serenity of their companionship etched on their faces Baba couldn't help but notice how peaceful Milind had seemed as if all his troubles had been forgotten. His heart skipped a beat to see Prachi by his side something about her struck him as familiar but he brushed the thought away maybe she resembled someone he knew or had seen somewhere. After the pooja Milind had turned to find Baba watch him gravely. Now it was Milind's part he sprinted upto his father acting to be alarmed at his presence "Baba aap?" Baba you? he questioned the old man breathlessly. "Yeh to acha hua Ali ney mujhey sab kuch bata diya, mujhey to mana kerta rehta tha shaadi nahin kerunga or ab chup chaap ker lii shaadi mujhey hawa tak nahin lagney di" Ali has told me everything, you kept telling me you wouldn't marry and here you've silently tied the knot and didn't even inform me he was angry at his son this was the moment he had awaited since long and Milind had gone ahead and blown it up. "Per Baba" But Baba he tried explaining when Prachi had appeared from behind. "Baba inki ghalati nahin, inhain maaf ker dein" Baba it's not his fault please forgive him she had stated softly Mishraji had turned around to face her, he stood transfixed..... she was everything he had wanted in his daughter in law. She had grace, poise, and exuded a pious radiance off her. How could he stay mad at such an angelic beauty "Kyun larki kab ki tum ney shaadi iss sey? or kaisey ker li?" When did you marry him and how? Mishraji had tried hard to appear upset as he saw Prachi's eyes well with tears. "Baba meri Daadi ki tabiyat buhut kharab hai or unki antim iksha yehi hai keh meri shaadi eik achey ghar main ho jaye, Milind ko Preeti key liye eik achi maa ki zarurat thi or mujhey unki dawai key liye paison kii iss liye hum ney.........." Baba my grandmother is sick her last wish being that I get married in a respectable family, Milind required a mother for his daughter and i needed money for my grandmother's treatment so we... her voice trailed off as she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Lekin agar aap iss shaadi ko nahin maaneingey to main nahin aaungi aapkey ghar" But if you don't accept this marraige I won't come to your house she had reasoned with newfound strength and Prachi had meant every word of it. If indeed Milind's father did not accept her she would not press the issue further and return home.
This whole act had been penned by Ali though both Milind and Prachi were against it initially but there was no other way out and they had given in. She stood rooted her eyes spilling tears as she twisted her fingers in misery this was harder than she had thought, Milind was not happy too he couldn't see either Prachi or his father depressed. Mishraji had smiled reaching forward he had taken Prachi's hands in his own "Mazaq bhi nahin ker sakta kiya main ab apni bahu key saath?" Can't I joke with my daughter in law? he had asked her lovingly and Prachi had broken down sobbing meekly as she bent to touch his feet he had pulled her close to him kissing her forehead with love "Betiyan pair nahin chuuteen or ab chal tera ghar kab sey teri raah dekh raha hai." Daughters don't touch feet now come on your house has awaited you long enough Milind had exhaled deeply and Ali had wiped his brow in relief vowing never to act cupid to anyone else in life. He had had a tough time trying to pacify Preeti who had wanted to be held by her father but any distractions would've marred the effect of the drama at hand and he couldn't afford that any cost."Papa" Preeti had wailed uncontrollably tears flowing from her eyes as she cried in desparation and Milind had gathered her in his strong arms. "Sorry jaanu I'm so sorry" he had whispered as he stroked her hair kissing her with love, he hated himself for causing so much pain to his daughter, Preeti sobbed against him her tiny heart bursting with happiness feeling his tender touch. Sighing he cast a sad look at his whereabouts what was he doing fooling his own father, lying to himself that all would be alright......... what an idiot he was to listen to Ali but what had been done could not be undone. "Chal ab mujhey bahu key ghar ley chal iskey mata pita sey bhi to baat kerni pareygi.....unko bataya keh nahin ab tak?" Now take me to her place we'll have to talk to her parents also... do they know about this yet? Baba had inquired and all three had hung their heads in remorse Premlata didn't even have a clue of all this. Prachi's tears ran freely down her cheeks she knew how much her mother had looked forward to this day but none of this was real she'd have to lie to her too, shame and agony inflicted her soul deeply. Baba had comforted her as she wept silently "Arey main huun na beta main baat ker luunga ab chal ley chal mujhey apney ghar." I'll talk to your parents don't worry now come on take me to them. The truth was Baba had wanted to meet Prachi's parents first hand though touched as he was by Prachi's persona he wanted to free his mind of the plaguing thoughts about her family. Ali's words that she was poor rang in his ears. Her financial status did not matter to him but her family background did and he wanted to know all about her before she entered his house as his daughter in law.
Part (B)
Premlata sat on the sofa in the lounge her head bowed low her stomach churned at the fortuitous turn of events; her daughter had gotten married and she was the last one to know, her own mother. She had not expected this of Prachi, her eldest child, her pride, her hope; how could see take such a major decision on her own. It was not that Prachi had married without her consent or that she had gotten married to Milind that had shocked her it was the fact that she had felt the need to hide her thoughts from her which hurt her deeply. She had always considered Milind as a son and she knew he would prove to be a perfect husband for her daughter she would never have objected to the match.... had she known. "Dekhiye behenji jo hona tha woh to ho gaya ab humain in bachon key faisley ko maan lena chahiye, shayad kismet ko yehi manzur tha" Listen sister whatever had to happen has happened maybe it was destined this way we should accept our children's wishes now.Baba had advised Premlata who still seemed in shock. Casting a long and despondent look at Prachi Premlata had turned to Baba "Jaisa aap theek samjhein, ab yeh aapki amanat hai" Whatever you wish she is your responsibility now saying so she had left for the kitchen bringing sweets for Ali, Milind and Baba who had reluctantly nibbled at them. Preeti had found solace in her father's lap who fed her bits of sweetmeat from his own portion. Milind had stolen a glance at Prachi who stood paralysed in a corner her red veined eyes told her tale of woes Soon he had promised her in his mind's vision Soon you'll have all the happiness in the world right at your feet. It was decided that a reception party would be arranged for the newly wedded couple where Milind could introduce his wife to the world, but before that Prachi would go home with Milind to prepare for the evening's festivities.
Baba had heard of Inder Shah and was quite happy to know that his daughter in law hailed from a respectable family he was touched by the aftermath of Inder's death and had promised Premlata to treat Prachi as his own daughter. Ali had left with a satisfied Baba there was a lot to do for the evening's party and he intended to leave no stone unturned for the celebration, Baba had decided to accompany him he had to break this wonderful piece of news to his sister , the auspicious day they had been waiting for was finally here. Preeti and Milind sat in the lounge while Prachi quietly packed her bags she had not expected it to go this way she knew her mother had been hurt and it broke her to think that all this wasn't even true what would she tell her when she returned after four months. That it was all a farce, a hoax she knew too if she told Premlata it was for Dadi's medical treatment she'd never let her proceed with the plan and it would all go to waste, she had to keep her silence. She only hoped all this heartache would serve her purpose in the days to come, wiping away her tears she stuffed her clothes in her suitcase hurriedly.
As Prachi packed her things Premlata had handed Milind an expensive Swiss watch Inder had given her to safekeep a long time back. "Yeh" This he looked at her in confusion "Prachi key Papa ney liya tha tumharey liye" Prachi's father had bought it for you she had clarified "Merey liye?" For me? he echoed in disbelief. "Jaantey ho beta main tumhain ussi din pehchaan gayi thi jis din pehli baar tum humarey ghar aaye they, keh tum Milind ho, Milind Mishra. Woh Milind jiski merey pati ney madad kii thi, jiski kaamyaabi ki aarzoo Inder ney kii thi or jiski khushiyon key liye mainey din raat prathna ki hai." I recognised you the day you stepped in our house the first time, that you'r Milind , Milind Mishra. Someone my husband had helped and hoped that he would triumph and someone who's happiness I've always prayed for. Milind had stood up in alarm she had known who he was all this while, then why did she not inform him earlier. "Aap yeh sab kaisey jaanti hain?" How do you know all this? he had inquired perturbed Premlata realized the news wasn't a very joyous one afterall he hadn't even let her know about him being her daughter's boss in the first place. He had gone to great lengths to conceal his identity and to realize that she knew of it all along was upsetting. She made him sit back on the sofa near her informing him that she had suspected Inder of being involved in suspicious activities during Milind's stay in the prison, Inder would fix secret meetings, make late night calls to lawyers and pore over his case details in the wee hours of the night. Initially she had considered it some business ordeal that had gotten into Inder's system and had him worked up. But one night Inder had fallen asleep reading his case proceeding the papers had been left unattended Premlata had found him missing from her side and had gone to check on him. She had found him and the papers in his study and having read through them had been enlightened on the entire issue she had not only felt immense joy but also incalculable pain. On the one hand she was overjoyed to see Inder fight tooth and nail to save this young man who she firmly believed had been wrongly accused on the other hand it saddened her to think that Inder had not found it necessary to confide in her.
A newspaper clipping of Milind being walked to the courthouse on his earlier trial had been cut and kept safe by Inder, Premlata had studied his face with interest the depths of his soulful eyes were filled with pain and sorrow and her lips had moved in a prayer for him at that moment. She had not mentioned her discovery to Inder or to anyone else but the night Milind had stepped in her house she had been flooded with memories. She waited for him to give her a clue of his relatonship with Inder but he never had and she had considered it best to let it be that way. Things were different now he was her son in law and it was obligatory for her to fill him in with the little details that she knew. Milind had listened to her explanation with patience her respect increasing in his eyes with each new revelation he understood now why he had been compelled to touch her feet the first time he had met her. Why it felt as if he had known her all her life because unknowingly they both had known each other it was an unnamed bond though it had a name today, he wanted more than that.
Stepping down from the sofa he sat cross legged in front of her "Agar aaj main aap sey kuch mangun.... dengi aap mujhey?" If I ask you for something tonight will you give it to me? he had asked hesitantly, Premlata had run her hand through his hair smiling "Kiya chahiye tumhain?" What do you desire? she had inquired gazing at him fondly "Aap ko maa kehney ka haq chahiye mujhey" I want the right to adress you as mother he clasped her hand in his own kissing it with veneration. "Vaada kijiye keh chahey zindagi main kuch ho jaaye aap yeh haq mujh sey nahin cheenaingi. Meri maa to Sukriti key janam key baad hii chal bassi, hamesha uskey pyar ko tarsta raha sochta tha kismet ney ussey mujh sey buhut jaldi cheen liya lekin aaj main chahta huun keh aap mujhey apna beta bana lein or is rishtey ko nibhaney ka haq dein." Promise me that no matter what happens in life you'll always consider me your son. My mother died after my sister Sukriti's birt. I always pined for her love I thought it was cruel of fate to take her away from me so soon. But I want you to accept me as your son today and give me the right to act as one. Milind had never felt so weak in his entire life he desperately wanted to set things right most of all he wanted to know how it felt to have a mother, it had been a long time since his own mother had died from cancer.
Sukriti had been a year old and he himself was barely five not old enough to understand the irrepairable loss her death would cause him to suffer. "Beta to main ney tumhain ussi din maan liya tha jis din pehli baar tumhari tasveer dekhi thi" I'd considered you a son the day I saw your picture she had patted his cheek affectionately. "Aapka dil dukhaya haina mainey or Prachi ney kaash keh koi aur tareeqa hota..." Prachi and I have hurt you I wish there had been some other way his voice had trailed off his eyes downcast with shame. Premlata had gently held his face in her hands and turned it up to make him look at her "Jaantey ho Milind agar iss shaadi sey sab sey zyaada khush koi hai to woh main huun. Aaj agar Inder zinda hotey tumhain apna damad paa ker unka sar garv sey uth jaata unhain tum per buhut yaqeen tha or mujhey Inder key yaqeen per yaqeen hai. Tum sey acha jeevan saathi Prachi key liye ho hii nahin sakta." If anyone is the happiest out of this wedlock it has to be me. If Inder would've been alive today he'd have been proud to have you as his son in law. He had faith in you and I have faith in his faith. There couldn't be a better husband for Prachi than you. Bending down she had kissed his forehead a tear breaking from her eye vanishing in his thick curls. Standing in the doorway to her room Prachi had watched on with amazement the bond Milind had formed with her mother seemed extremely strong and she hoped it would weather the storms that fast churned beneath the seemingly calm exterior of their relationship at the moment.
Part 33
Prachi had walked out of her room carrying her suitcase Milind stood up and retrieved the case from her, "Maa " Prachi had tried to speak but Premlata had ignored her adressing Milind before she could utter another word. "Iska khayaal rakhna Milind aaj sey yeh tumhari zimmedaari hai, isskey Papa ney buhut pyaar sey paala hai issey or unkey baad mainey puri koshish ki hai keh issey kabhi koi dukh na ho tum bhi is baat ka khayaal rakhna." Prachi stood mutely, visibly shaken her mother had ignored for the first time in her entire life she did not recall Premlata ever giving her the cold shoulder since she had been born. More than mother and daughter they had been friends and now that beautiful bond had been broken because of a lie. Part of her wanted to tell her mother everything right down to the last detail but there was too much at stake, fresh tears graced her cheeks and she had wiped them away impassively. Milind shook his head in the affirmative reaching down to touch her feet with Prachi following suit. "Tum dono ki jodi sada salamat rahey" she had blessed them handing Preeti to Prachi who had been engrossed in stuffing her mouth with sweetmeats all this while and was extremely happy when Premlata kissed her tenderly enclosing a morsel of the sweet in her small palm.
As she stepped out of her house Prachi had cast a despairing look at it's closed doors her heart felt as if it had been torn to shreds she couldn't decide what effected her more her mother's silent acceptance of her lie or her indifference to herself. She followed Milind down the wooden stairs and in the Kompressor which had come to life as she closed the metallic door and soon sped on the tarmac road to her new abode. She gently patted Preeti who had found a few cds and proceeded to scratch marks on their surface, normally Milind would've taken them from her and placed them in the glove compartment but today he was too absorbed in his own train of thoughts. There were still Bua and Naintara to introduce Prachi to, he understood Bua would be the hardest to convince she knew Milind inside out and if she became suspicious of their marraige as an act everything would fall apart. He had to call Shashank too a lot of misunderstandings could crop up if he didn't know the truth before hand. Also he had to fix an appointment with Dr Deepa for a complete check up for Prachi's daadi he had to fulfill all his promises. He viewed Prachi from the corner of her eye who seemed oblivious of her surroundings, her cheeks were smeared and her eyes were listless she stared out of the window watching the trees rush past, her hands hugged Preeti close who did not mind being held on to. He hoped in time he would be able to restore her smile on her face one that would be true and everlasting.
As the white columned mansion loomed in view Prachi sat up straight she wiped away any traces of tears on her face and composed herself she had to play her part now and she had to play it well. They entered the garlanded doorway when she heard a raspy voice cry out "Wahiin ruk jao". Prachi shivered slightly as the owner of the voice appeared in full view she was an old woman with knotted hands and a wrinkled face, her hair and saree both were the same shade of white she walked with an ebony cane limping slightly even though she appeared feeble Prachi could see she was still very much in command of herself. Her posture was upright her manner firm and the way her grey eyes searched Prachi's countenance it scared her, Milind had noticed Prachi's face drain when Bua had approached her and automatically his hand had slipped in hers, their eyes had met and Milind's eyes had assured her gently. "Prachi yeh Bua hain meri, Chandigarh sey aayi hain or Bua yeh Prachi hai meri patni" he had introduced her to the elderly figure and both had bent down to gain her blessings touching her feet with reverence. "Jeetey raho" Bua had exclaimed rigidly touching their heads as they straightened up. Naintara had appeared then she was a bright bubbly character clad in a bright blue salwar suit that looked as if it had been purchased at a flea market. Her oiled hair was pulled in a tight braid with a vibrant ribbon woven through the ends, even in the early hours of the day it appeared as if she was set to attend a party with matching high heels and bold shades on her lips and cheeks. One look at her and Prachi understood why Milind had assented to carry on with the fake marraige idea in the first place. She was a bit clumsy too as she nearly dropped the small pot of rice she carried placing it in front of Prachi she performed the aarti for both Milind and Prachi and then urged Prachi to tip the contents of the pot . Prachi had turned to Milind when Bua had cut in "Ab kiya grahe pravesh key liye bhi pati sey ijazat maangey gi?" she had inquired acridly feeling embarassed at having been caught in the act Prachi had put out her foot and nudged the copper pot tipping the rice. As she walked forward Naintara had placed a copper plate infront of her it seemed to be filled with some red liquid, picking up her salwar a bit Prachi had stepped in it leaving crimson marks behind her as she trudged on.
So far so good Milind had thought when Ramu kaka had entered carrying Preeti who had clung on to the old servant as soon as she saw him, "Chocat!" she had exclaimed searching his shirt pocket in hope of finding one. "Detey hain bitiya ander to chalo" he had laughed carrying her inside the house. Baba and Ali had returned from their visit to the caterer and decorator smiling in bliss they had informed everyone present of the evening's party Baba had though called up Bua to inform her of Prachi's arrival beforehand. Milind could see how much all this had meant to his father whose face shone with exhileration. "Baba aap khush to haina?" he had asked dubiously and Baba had hugged him in exuberance "Khush nahin buhut khush huun" he replied kissing his forehead fondly, seeing Prachi stand beside Milind he had directed her to her room. Milind had not wanted to be there with her alone and had stayed behind on the pretext of discussing the evening's arrangements with Ali. Her luggage had been shifted there earlier and stood in a corner of the room.
Prachi stood mesmerized by the sheer size and luxurious nature of it, it looked as if it had been cut out from a designer magazine. The room was spacious done in pale oyester pink , a sleek King sized Chaplin bed made of pine solids and figueira veneers enhanced with a cherry tobacco finish adorned the north wall besides it stood a wardrobe of the same make and texture, to the south wall stood an intricately patterened dresser with a huge Belgian mirror atop. The floor was solid Italian marble with swirls of greyish streaks and a single rose patterened Persian rug was placed near the foot of the bed. A solid pine table with an upholstered pine chair stood beside the dressing table it appeared to be Milind's workplace complete with a laptop, files and ashtrays. She roved her eyes to absorb the splendour pale pink laced curtains fluttered by the huge windows a set of richly draped Caslon sofas were tucked away beside them the room spelt class right down to the French chandelier that hung from the ceiling, although it was exquisite Prachi had a feeling of profound loneliness that seemed to be etched in the room. There was not a single photograph of the occupants and not one ornament that wasn't designer made it lacked warmth and life, so this was her room for the next four months sighing she had reached for her suitcase and started unpacking her stuff.
Naintara had run in helter skelter some time later "Prachi shaam kii party main kiya pehnogi?" she had inquired breathlessly dumping herself on the large bed. "Kuch bhi" Prachi had replied frazzled by her sudden appearance. "Arey party to tumharey liye hai to phir kuch acha pehenna na, Bua ney merey liye eik red jora liya hai woh duun tumko?" she had offered "N..Nahin woh merey paas hain kaprey Naintara tum fikar nahin kero" Prachi had stammered she could well imagine Naintara's choice. Milind had come up to collect an important file he planned on going to the office some urgent affairs needed to be attended to when he saw Naintara trying to persuade Prachi to wear her red dress for the evening, Prachi looked flabbergasted and despite the tensed atmosphere Milind had smiled, she needed to be saved. Stepping in his room he had cleared his throat informing them of his presence, Naintara had risen up from her seat on the bed "Naintara main tera kiya huun?" he had asked advancing slowly towards her Naintara looked as if she'd been fed to the sharks. "Milind bhaiyya .... aaa aap to bhaiyya hain na merey" she had stammered "Good girl Naintara..... aur Prachi meri kiya hai?" He had asked again his steps still advancing in her direction his tone low. "Woh to aapki patni hain na" she had answered humbly "Excellent Naintara iss rishtey sey woh teri kiya hui?" Milind stood inches away from her his hands pocketed in his trousers as he stood boring his eyes in her trembling form "B...bhabhi" she had muttered gritting her teeth. "Aaj sey issey naam sey pukara to mujh sey bura koi nahin hoga" Milind had warned her before walking to his table and picking up the required file.
Not wishing to be interrogated or threatened further Naintara had shot out of the room in a flash. "Aap ney to dara diya ussey" Prachi had said softly "Kam az kam ab tujhey uska lal jora to nahin pehenna pareyga" he had tried to put her at ease. "Haan" she had smiled a thin watery smile. "Aap shaam main kiya pehnaingey bata dijiye main press ker dungi" she had asked him before he turned to leave "Ali dekh leyga merey kaprey" he told her walking away before stopping midway, he turned around to find her gaze at him "Abhi Saadia aayegi uske saath shopping ker lena or agar kisi cheez ki zarurat ho to mujhey call ker dena" he had stated when he heard her voice. "Aap maa ko bula lijiye woh......... merey kehney per nahin aayeingi ...... please" she had implored and his feet had been directed to her automatically. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at him hopefully and he knew it must've taken every ounce of her energy to hold them back. "Woh aayengi Prachi yeh mera vaada hai" he had touched her face lightly and she had closed her eyes in gratitude tears fell down her cheeks in his palms "Thank you Milind.... thank you so much" she had whispered clasping his hand in her own.
Part 34
Even though he had reached the office his thoughts still revolved around Prachi he just couldn't get her out of his mind the cabin seemed empty without her by his side. He stepped in the nursery to see it lifeless and vacant why did he miss her so, he shouldn't he chided himself. It was not as if she was gone forever, he raked his fingers through his hair greatly disturbed. Till they ended this act she had to remain home now take care of his family most of all make them believe that their relationship was for keeps but that was what he wanted her to do not what she desired herself. He had to make amends soon that too, flipping his cell phone open he dialled Shashank's number but even after countless attempts when it remained unreachable he tried his residence next. At the fourth ring it was answered by his servant who on enquiry explained that Shashank had left for Venice for an urgent business meeting and would be back in a month's time. Damn Milind had thought as he snapped the phone shut a month would be too long he had tried probing the servant to provide him details of Shashank's Venetian residence but the servant had denied any knowledge. Milind hoped things carried on as planned and he'd have normality restored in his life soon.
Right now everything seemed to be in chaos his life was one big ball of tangled yarn that threatened to entangle further with his current emotional turmoil. He was drawn to Prachi in some indefinite way he couldn't understand what he felt for her. Flashes of the night spent with her at the apartment often assailed him he knew he had thought then that he loved her but the question was that did he really. Was it the heat of the moment that had caused him to react and think that way and if indeed it was then why did he feel this inexplicable happiness in some remote corner of his heart that she would indeed be known as Mrs Prachi Mishra. Frustrated he had slammed the file on the table this was lunacy she was Shashank's, she loved him and he had a right on her even Inder Shah had approved their match then who was he to intrude. Atleast Shashank hadn't served jail time he had a clean track record not like him who would forever be known as a cold and heartless murderer.
He wondered if Saadia had taken Prachi shopping with her yet, he called home to be informed by Kaka that they had indeed left for the mall gathering his vagrant thoughts he tried to concentrate on the figures on his laptop screen. Ali had called up later to inform him that he had bought his sherwani and wanted him to try it out "Magar yahaan kaam hai Ali" he had tried to wheedle out "Kuch nahin sun raha main sharafat sey aa jaa main intezaar ker raha huun tera". Madhu had tapped at the door then being let in she had come to inform him that he had a meeting with a prospective client that afternoon which he had called off, he knew he'd be dead meat if he didn't try that cursed sherwani. Madhu had inquired about Prachi and Milind had informed her that she wouldn't be attending office anymore atleast not till the next four months. She hadn't questioned him further but her eyes indicated she was still curious about the reasons for Prachi's sudden disappearance she turned to leave when Milind had asked her about Prachi's friends at the office.
Madhu had dutifully provided him with the names. "Tell them to attend their friend's wedding reception today 8:00 pm at Mishra House Andheri East" picking up his coat he switched his lap top off ."Oh by the way you'r invited too" he had added as an after thought and Madhu had smiled at him, one that had caused him to smile back at her. Well atleast she'd have her friends to keep her company he had thought donning his shades as he sauntered to the parking lot if the world had to know about them then it would know it in style.
Mishra House glittered like a jewel against the night sky adorned with amber lighting.Gold flood lights washed the entire patio and lawns outside, to give it a warm feeling. The guests seating arrangement was done the classic way every table had a lilac tablecloth underlay and a gold organza overlay with gold chivari chairs. Clear glass votive candles were placed with long-stemmed crystal vases and flowers in deep lilacs and pale pink. Spotlights from above illuminated the beautiful floral arrangements on the balustrades and columns inside the mansion. It seemed like a fairy tale to Prachi who had always wished for her prince in shining armour to come and whisk her away on his white stallion, they'd dance to their heart's content at their wedding ball. But now that he was here it was all a dream, one that would finish soon and all that would be left of it would be heartache and pain. She had bought a beauteous gold lehenga with crimson undertones that had hand-done embroidery and crystals all over with Saadia that day, she hadn't wanted to but Saadia had bought an expensive matte gold designer set encrusted with rubies and moonstones to go with it. Her dress lay on the bed looking breathtaking but it felt so surreal it felt as if she were committing a crime one that was not redeemable at any cost.
Unable to bear it anymore she broke down slumping by the large bed sobbing hysterically. "Aakhir kyun, yeh merey saath hii kyun hota hai. Kyun meri har khushi key peechey dukh kii parchai hoti hai... Kyun meri zindagi ka sab sey bara jhoot hii merey mann ka sab sey bara sach hai..." she was completely overcome with misery she had waited for this day all her life and now when it was here it wasn't even true. Ali had been busy putting last minute touches to the decorations on the upper floor when he saw Prachi in that state in her bedroom. "Kiya hua Prachi?" he had asked her greatly alarmed to see her in that condition "Bhaiyya mujh sey nahin hoga yeh" she had wept "Main kaisey duun sab ko dhoka?" she had questioned him in agony hiding her face in her palms. Ali had sat down on the bed near her stroking her head gently he understood her anguish it was but natural in these circumstances."Tujhey kiya lagta hai Prachi aasan hai yeh jhoot jeena Milind key liye, merey liye? Nahin Prachi har pal eik nayi maut martey hain hum yeh soch ker keh jin ko dhoka dey rahey hain woh humarey apney hii to hain." Prachi had stared at him through shiny eyes. "Bhaiyya Maa mujh sey naraz hai mujh sey baat bhi nahin ker rahi, yeh sab bhi mujh sey nafrat kareingey jab inhain sacchai ka pata chaleyga.... main kaisey sahun gi itni nafrat?" she had hiccuped. "Maa baap bachon sey nafrat nahin kertey Prachi or jab inhain poori sachai pata chaleygi to tumhain zarur maaf ker deingey. Manzil tak jaaney waala har raasta aasan nahin hota Prachi buhut saari takleefain, dukh or dard hotey hain us raastey per lekin hum phir bhi uss per chaltey hain umeed key saharey." He wiped her tears away "Jo pal miley hain inhain jeo Prachi har lamha apney or Milind key liye yaadgar banao itna keh phir woh tum sey eik pal key liye bhi duur nahin reh sakey or yeh jhoot sach ban jayye. Pyaar main buhut taaqat hoti hai Prachi aur uska asar waqt key saath hota hai" he smiled at her patting her cheek. "Ab itney lambey bhaashan key baad eik smile to milni chahiye mujhey" he had joked and she smiled through her tears. Prachi had kissed his hand with gratitude "Thank you bhaiyya" she had mumured, leaving her to get dressed he had sauntered out of the room there still was Milind to deal with.
"Main nahin aaungi Milind" Premlata had stated defiantly "Maa aap samajhti kyun nahin aap nahin aayengi to kiya jawab duunga main Prachi ko mainey vaada kiya hai uss sey aapko saath laaunga" Milind had tried to reason with her. "Milind yeh mera aur uska maamla hai tum beech main mat paro" she had tried to brush away his pleas. "Maa ghalati hum dono kii hai phir saza akeley ussey kyun mil rahi hai. Aap ney to mujh sey kaha tha keh main uska khayal rakhun ussey khush rakhun lekin uski khushi to aap hain, phir bhala main apna vaada kaisey puura ker paunga." He had implored he understood Premlata's reasons and her choice of treatment towards her daughter but the fact still remained that she was as unhappy as Prachi. He could see she had turned her face away from him in an attempt to hide her tears quietly wiping them "Please maa aapko meri qasam, meri khaatir chaliye wahaan nahin to main samjhunga aapney maaf nahin kiya mujhey." He had yet again tried to convince her and it seemed that he had finally put his point through as she sat down defeatedly on the sofa, "Main wahaan jaungi Milind, uskey liye nahin balkeh iss liye keh yeh farz hai mera" she had stated blandly. "Yeh saree main aapkey liye laaya huun yehi pehenni hogi aapko" he had smiled handing her a wrapped box.
Premlata rose up with the gift in her hand she had asked Krithika to look after Daadi in her absence and proceeded to get dressed. As she adjusted the jade green saree's pallu her eyes rested on Inder's photograph on her bedside table. Walking up to it she had touched his glassed countenance lovingly "Dekha aapney Inder aapki beti kitni bari ho gayi, apney faisley khud leney lagi hai.Yehi chahtey they na aap keh woh apni zindagi khud jiye to dekhiye aaj aapka sapna puura ho gaya kaash aap yahaan hotey Inder to shayad itna dukh nahin hota mujhey" she had wept silently her tears dripping on the photograph as she hugged it to herself. No matter how right her decision Premlata had found it hard to forgive Prachi she had caused her immense misery there had not been a single event or thought that Prachi had not shared with her then why had she hidden this from her she just couldn't understand her motive or reason. She wished Bobby or Soumya had been with her but Bobby had gone to Pune as Soumya had fixed up an interview for him there. His exams been over he awaited the results but his previous academic record was well enough to get him the job in question. If things worked out Bobby could have a permanent job in Pune and he planned on them shifting there for good.
Part 35
The guests had started pouring in and soon Mishra house buzzed with activity Milind had not wanted the party to be a grand affair but Baba and Ali had other plans. They had called all and sundry to bless the couple. Baba in ignorance while Ali had done it knowingly he wanted Milind to be in a tight spot, one that would cause him to think a million times before severing ties with Prachi for good. Prachi's colleagues stood huddled near the tables laden with food. There were: paneer pakoras (fried cheese dumplings), hara kababs (spinach dumplings), fresh fruit, and Vietnamese spring rolls with dipping sauce. Vindaloo, butter chicken, palak paneer( spinach with cheese) and an assortment of rice, fish and sweets followed as main course. These were accompanied by the drinks mocktails ,cocktails and lassi. "Kiya khaun main?" What should I eat ? Reema moaned unable to choose while JC stocked her plate with butter chicken. "Tum kiya thunsney aayi ho yahaan, nadeedi khana nahin dekha kiya kabhi?" You've come here to stuff yourself or what, haven't you ever seen food before ? Sangeeta had criticised Janki who had her mouth full. "To kiya shakal dekhun tumhari, tum maro unkey ghum main mujhey to khaney do" Then should I stare at your face if not eat you can mourn over their unification let me eat in peace. Janki had snapped food was one thing she did not compromise on. Sangeeta had been the one who had been most effected with the news that their handsome and dashing boss had indeed tied the knot with his daughter's nanny. The others had known it coming and had considered it a justified act, afterall Prachi did take care of the child just like her own mother would've. "Sangee kha lo khana aisa na ho gulab jamun khatam ho jayein" Sangee you better eat something before the gulab jamuns get finished JC teased her filling her mouth with the delicate fish, gulab jamuns being Sangeeta's favourite dessert. A few minutes later Sangeeta was seen devouring the scrumptious snacks with her friends oh so what if he got married she loved her husband anyways.
The friends chattered amongst themselves happy for Prachi who they knew was a perfect match for their boss. Prachi watched silently from the balcony in her room she had a perfect view of the sprawling lawns filled with guests, she awaited Milind who seemed to have disappeared at the last moment. The balcony smelt heavenly laced with orchids and roses infact the whole bedroom was stocked with fresh flowers and unlit candles. There were so many people moving on the green practically everyone but none was her own they were all strangers. She saw his Kompressor weave on the paved driveway stopping at the doorway and he had stepped out accompanied by her mother. "Maa" Prachi had whispered in disbelief, Milind had kept his word her mother was very much there though whether she had forgiven her or not was something she still had to find out.
Ali scanned the premises once again "Kidhar reh gaya hai yeh gadha" Where has that fool disappeared he muttered trying desperately to locate Milind when he witnessed him get out of the car with Premlata. Rushing upto him he had greeted her and sent Milind to get ready the guests had already started questioning about the star couple. Leaving Premlata to chat with Bua Milind sprinted up the stairs he found his sherwani on the bed neatly pressed. Picking it up he hurried to the washroom, showering quickly he put on the garment spraying UDV on himself he was ready in minutes. He was about to leave when he glimpsed Prachi in the balcony "Prachi" he called out to her causing her to snap out of her thoughts . As she stepped in the room Milind was caught offgaurd never had he laid eyes on such an exquisite beauty before, she looked ethereal in the gold and crimson lehenga . Her velvet tresses was pinned on either side and flowed freely down her back. Her kohl lined eyes gently lifted up to meet his capturing him in their hypnotic trance. He felt his mouth go dry as he his eyes traced her full lips that threatened to snatch away his senses. She had felt him drown in her beauty and had allowed him to she could feel his eyes take in every detail from the dimple in her cheek to the curl that kissed her forehead. All this while her eyes remaining fixed on her kohlapuris her cheeks changing shades from pink to crimson. "Chalein" Shall we go she had finally found her voice and Milind had returned to reality. Though he still couldn't take his eyes off her was she real he had thought considering it all his dream. It had to be a dream no one could look so bewitching it was just not possible. Stepping forward he had held out his hand to her face as if tranced touching it gently and the warmth it radiated caused him to realize it was indeed a reality. He had stared at his hand and then at her in flustration. Prachi had smiled enjoying his confusion her crimson bangles tinkled as she adjusted her tika one last time. Her ears and neck were adorned with the precious gold set and enhanced her delicate contours. For a split second Milind had wished all of it to be true, Prachi to be his wife his companion and soulmate. Unable to bear his fiery gaze on her Prachi had called out to him again and this time Milind had shaken his head as if trying to shake away his consuming thoughts. Milind himself had been dressed to kill his cream cambric sherwani was intricately embroidered with matching thread and bead work. He had a crimson stole around his neck to go with Prachi's dress which had only served to enhance his dashing persona. His deep charcoal eyes shone with happiness his lips smiling in jubilation "Chal" Come he had smiled listening to the musical tinkling of her ornaments as she walked alongside him. Prachi had taken a long look at his rugged features her eyes kissing his lips before joining him. As they descended the stairway countless eyes had set on them and all present had considered it a match made in heaven.
They had done the usual rounds greeting the guests accepting blessings and smiling warmly at everyone. Most of them had expressed surprise on their decision but Milind had simply kept mum at all queries whoever said Silence is golden was a true scholar Milind had thought then. Prachi had desperately tried to have a word with her mother who it seemed had made it a point to avoid conversation with her at all costs. Once when she had her cornered her friends had closed in on her showering her with kind wishes and congratulating her. Some even went to the extent of asking tips from her on landing Milind she had smiled wryly at their remarks the truth was so different from what they perceived. They had taken turns at looking after Preeti keeping her company who had enjoyed playing with them. She looked picture perfect dolled up in a frilly satin frock her curls brushed and neatly clipped. She was having a wonderful time enjoying the attention and was at her best behaviour grinning from ear to ear, Naintara had fed her some rice and she now sipped on lassi from Kimmi's glass. Prachi had checked on her from time to time but had found her at peace much to her relief. She had feared Preeti to throw one of her tantrums as she detested crowds and limelight like her father.
Bua had called Prachi to meet an elderly relative as they stood near her Bua had introduced Prachi to the woman. "Rashna yeh hai humari bahu Prachi, Milind ki patni" Rashna this is our daughter in law Milind's wife, Prachi the other woman had adjusted her glasses and peered at Prachi closely. Before she could comment Baba had called her to meet his friend, Rashna's eyes had followed her till a distance. "To kaisi lagi humari bahu?" Well did you like her? Bua had asked proudly she may not have welcomed Prachi warmly but she was secretly elated by her nephew's choice. "Sunder to buhut hai per bura mat manna behen buhut modern hai tumhari bahu" She's really beautiful but please don't mind me saying this she's very modern Rashna had stated staidly to Bua. The remark had left her high strung "Hain kidher sey modern lagi tumko?" How do you find her modern? Bua had questioned her irritably. "Na maang main sindoor na galey main mangalsuter kaisi suhagan hai yeh. Ab modern na hui to kiya hui ?" She's neither sporting vermilion nor is she wearing the black chain worn by married women. Is she not modern then? the other woman had pointed out major flaws in her elegant image. Bua's eyebrows had knit in a frown it bothered her to think that she had not been the one to spot this error and vowed to rectify it soon. Ali who had been busy presiding over the food being refilled nearby had heard each word that had passed between the two women. He had smacked his head in disbelief how could they all have been such fools to overlook such major features, he'd have to get Prachi a mangalsutr fast.
"Mrs Shah kaisi hain aap?" Mrs Shah how are you? a middle aged man had come ambling towards Premlata as she stood in a corner trying to mingle with the crowd. "Main theek huun aapko pehchana nahin mainey" I'm fine I'm sorry but I didn't recognize you Premlata had replied politely. Milind had reached them then he wanted to talk to Premlata so that he might be able to convince her to forgive Prachi. "Mr Milind Mishra buhut khushi hui aap sey milker" Mr Milind Mishra it's a pleasure to meet you the elder man had shaken hands with Milind warmly. Milind was as confounded as Premlata who had tried to search any traces of recognition for the man in question on Milind's face but she had found him to be as clueless as herself. "Aap ney shayad pehchana nahin mujhey bhabhi jee main Amit Verma huun Inder sahab kaa personal secretary hum ney thorey hee arsa saath kaam kiya lekin woh yadein tamam umr key liye kaafi hain merey liye." Mrs Shah I don't think you've recognized me I'm Amit Verma Mr Inder's personal assistant. We worked for a brief period of time but thse memories are enough to last a lifetime Inder's mention had saddened Premlata and Milind was quick to notice that "Aap refreshments lijiye na please" Please have some refreshments he had tried to escort him to the buffet table but the man had other intentions. "Bhabhiji aap ko malum hai yeh wohi Milind Mishra hai jiski aap key pati ney madad kii thi. Aaj agar woh zinda hotey to is shaadi sey yaqeenan buhut khush hotey" Mrs Shah do you know this is the same Milind mIshra your husband helped . If he would've been alive today he would've been extremely happy to see this marraige he had smiled genuinely. "Kiya jaantey hain aap iss barey main?" What do you about all this? Milind had asked him in alarm "Main to sab kuch jaanta huun Mr Milind lekin kabhi kissi sey kuch kaha nahin Inder sahab ney qasam jo dii thi mujhey. Per aaj aapko eik saath dekh ker dil khush ho gaya" I know everything Mr Milind but never said anything to anyone because Mr Inder had me promise not to. But tonight seeing you together has greatly elated me he had answered truthfully. Milind had been greatly perturbed Inder had promised never to breathe a word about it to anyone and now this man claimed all knowledge of his past. "Unhon ney shayad aap dono ko bhi kabhi iss baat ki wajah nahin batayi hogi keh unhon ney aapki madad kyun ki...... am I right Mr Mishra?" I don't think he ever told you two why he helped you in the first place.... am I right Mr Mishra? he had inquired Milind whose face portrayed his trepidation. "Haan" Yes Milind had stated sadly "Mainey kayii baar pucha lekin unhon ney mujhey kabhi kuch nahin bataya." I asked him about the reason several times but he never told me anything "Kiya aap jaantey hain Inder ney Milind ki madad kyun kii?" Do you know why Inder helped Milind? Premlata had asked in astonishment "Haan bhabhijee jaanta huun ab merey paas waqt buhut kam hai or iss sey pehley keh yeh raaz merey saath dafan ho jaaye aap bhi issey jaan lein." Yes I do and before this truth is buried with me I would like to share it with you. As it is I do not have much time onmy hands.
Part 36
"Arey Mr Verma aap yahaan kharey hain bhabhi ji kab sey aap ko dhund rahi hain, Sia ko chot lag gayi hai wahaan intizaar ker rahi hain woh aapka. Shayad hospital ley jaana parey" Mr Tandon had informed Mr Verma who had immediately excused himself and had followed Mr Tandon. "Mr Verma baat to suniye" Premlata had tried to stall him but Baba had appeared then. "Behenjii aap ney to kuch khaya hii nahin, Milind tuu kiya khara hai yahaan ja kuch khaney key liye laa inkey liye." "Baba main abhi aaya" Milind had tried to follow Mr Verma who had shot off in haste after receiving the news of his daughter being hurt but Baba held on to him. "Kahaan jaa raha hai chal merey saath" by the time Milind could do or say anything Mr Verma had been lost in the crowd. Both Premlata and Milind were extremely disappointed they had been inches away from finiding the truth and in a split second the tables had turned against them. Baba had escorted them to the table then making them eat dinner he had traced Prachi too and lovingly forced her to join her husband and mother. An awkward silence prevailed as they dined together Milind and Premlata's mind spun countless versions of Mr Verma's side of the story in a short span while Prachi was raided with thoughts of ways and means to apologize to Premlata. Ali had asked a renowned artist to perform at the reception he was a popular singer and had been friends with Milind, he had consented readily to appear at the reception and make it a memorable one. The band struck one of his recent hits "Ladies and gentlemen this one's for Mr and Mrs Mishra, a tribute to love for now and ever. Could the couple have the first dance of the evening please" the singer had requested in his mic. Milind had risen from his seat at the table he hadn't even touched the food the dance was a good distraction from the dissapoinmtment of not getting to know the whole truth. He extended his palm to Prachi who had accepted it readily she too hadn't had anything off her plate and was happy to accompany him to the floor.
Jo khwaabon khayalon mein socha nahin tha
Tu ne mujhe itna pyaar diya
Mein jab bhi jahan bhi kadi dhoop mein tha
Teri zulf ne mujh pe saya kiya
Haan tu hai haan tu hai
Meri baaton mein tu hai
Merey khwabon mein tu yaadon mein tu
Irradon mein tu hai
Irradon mein tu hai
Yehhh we could fall in love
I say I could fall in love
Yehhh we could fall in love
And i say I could fall in love with you
Milind had held on to Prachi gently he was amazed at how perfectly they fit with each other as if meant to be. He had tucked her head under his chin slowly moving to the rythm. He could smell her exquisite fragrance one that intoxicated his senses. Prachi had felt as if she was floating she acknowledged Milind's strong hold around herself and sighed in content something somewhere felt perfect. Putting her arms around him she rested her cheek against his chest hearing it beat incessantly in it's walled confinement. Milind had wanted to live an eternity in that moment he didn't know what lay in store for them and the way his heart lurched everytime he saw her scared him at times. He wondered to what new levels his passion for her might be heightened to during the end of these four months. He tightened his grip around her hugging her to him and had instantly felt her reciprocate he could feel her fingers carress his back as she softly breathed against him. His lips had touched her hair as his hand travelled to her face outlining her jaw and finally cupping it in his palm she felt so soft as if she were made of a million rose petals. She had raised her head to meet his gaze her fingers closing in on his palm as she kissed it tenderly.
Koi bhi aaisa lamha nahin hai
Jisme mere tu hota nahin hai
Mein so bhi jaao raathon mein lakin
Tu hai ki mujhmein sotha nahin hai
Tu hai ki mujhmein sotha nahin hai
Haan tu hai haan tu hai
Meri baaton mein tu hai
Meri kwaabo mein tu yaadon mein tu
Irradon mein tu hai
Irradon mein tu hai
Hai teri innayat tujhse mili hai
Hoonto pe mere hasi jo khili hai
Usse mera chehra chupa bhi na paye
Tujhe paake hasil huyi jo khushi hai
Tujhe paake hasil huyi jo khushi
The singer had touched a raw nerve with that particular song he sang as if there were no tomorrow. Milind could feel Prachi melt against him she stood swaying with him her back resting against his chest her arms entwined in his own. Milind knew they were being watched but he could care less what mattered was here and now she and him together. Prachi had realized something was different with Milind tonight she had been only too happy to revel in his touch forgetting time and space. She stood pressed against him letting him do as he pleased several times she had felt him kiss her hair and had smiled imagining his lips on her own. Milind had feared looking in her eyes once again lest he drowned in them, but he had willed himself to. Pulling her gently away from him he gazed at her longingly her innocent eyes stared back at him, her lips smiling shyly she had lowered her gaze. He had not known why he did that but he was compelled to draw her closer to him once more. Taking her face in his hands he had studied it intently and then bent slightly kissing her forehead tenderly. Prachi had been overwhelmed but not surprised she had expected it and held on to his arms with her hands. Almost immediately the crowd gathered had put their hands together giving them a standing ovation. Milind had smiled as Prachi had held on to his arm her cheeks flaming as she smiled shyly unable to meet his gaze. Baba and Ali had exchanged satisfied glances as both Milind and Prachi stepped off the floor to join them.
Premlata had been a silent spectator to this scene a part of her was happy that her daughter had such a loving and wonderful man as a companion for life, but the other half smarted with her emotional betrayal. Stifling a sob she had made her way to the exit when Prachi had spotted her leaving "Maa" she had murmured her eyes following her mother. She had broken away from Milind walking briskly to the exit "Maa" she had called but Premlata had been out of earshot not being able to hear her calls hurrying further. She had been too distraught with the fact that Mr Verma had known the truth and still she had been unable to be enlightened with it and wished to leave soon. Little had she known that her daughter followed her that instant her only desire to seek her mother's forgiveness. Milind had followed both mother and daughter if there were to be a confrontation he wanted to be there to set things right afterall it was all his doing, he felt responsible for this mess. Premlata skirted the lawns stepping out of the iron gates onto the empty road ahead. Prachi had now started running after her mother a few startled guests had exchanged confused glances at the scene they were further intrigued to see the groom in hot pursuit of his bride. "Maa" Prachi shrieked as she saw the distance increase between them her heavy lehenga posed a problem as she tried to run holding it up with both hands. In her attempt to catch up with her mother she had reached the main road, Premlata had signalled a passing taxi and had boarded it directing it to her home. The traffic had thickened on this side of the road tired and dissapointed Prachi had tried to follow the taxi when she tripped on a stone and fell down heavily her ankle seemed to have twisted slightly. "Maa" she had screamed miserably her hand outstretched as the taxi faded in the distance. She had sat down in the middle of the road clutching her foot in agony looking at the onslaught of traffic that threatened to over run her she was forced to stand up again, her foot aching she ambled forward when an oncoming car's headlights blinded her vision. She had shielded her eyes with her palm when suddenly she felt herself being whisked away by two strong arms. It seemed like a flurry of events and a medly of lights danced before her eyes before her head hit something hard. She had not eaten anything since morning and felt dizzy before eventually passing out into blissful oblivion.
She slowly opened her eyes to find herself in her new bedroom Baba, Ali and Bua sat on the bed and sofa near the windows as her eyes fluttered open Baba had quickly come forward. "Kaisi tabiyat hai beta ab?" he had questioned inspecting her, concern evident from his worried tone. "Milind" Prachi had inquired fearfully she wondered what he would've thought of this. She had promised to help him instead she had done quite the opposite of it. "Woh doctor ko chorney gaya hai main bhejta huun ussey" Ali had informed her exiting the room in haste. A short while later Milind had entered with heavy feet he looked tired and crushed this was not how he had planned his first evening after his so called wedding to go. Yanking off his stole he had crumpled it flinging it on the bed his eyes were cold and indicated ruthlessness. Prachi had struggled to sit up against the pillows she could see he was unhappy more than that he was furious at her and she knew she was the reason. Advancing towards her he had held her firmly by her arms shaking her svelte form thoroughly "Paagal ho gayi thi tuu iss tarah road per kon bhagta hai? Main nahin hota to hospital main hoti iss waqt. Zara ehsaas nahin tujhey Prachi kiya beeti mujh per in sab per, tujhey kuch ho jaata to." He was mad at her more than that he was angry at himself for having let her go after her mother, for not being able to iron out the differences that had cropped up between her mother and her. He knew he was the cause and it killed him to think that if indeed anything would've happened to Prachi he would've been the only one to blame. Prachi had stared at him mutely she was overwhelmed by his unexpected public outburst and trembled in his sinewy grasp her eyes indicating her fright as she blinked them to stop her tears from falling. "Kiya ker raha hai Milind pehley hii iss ki tabiyat theek nahin hai" Baba had intervened irritatedly not at all pleased by his son's bouts of terrorizing anger making him let go of her. Milind had jerked her free causing her to fall back on the pillows scared to the bone he had gone stark raving mad when he had seen her run after her mother on the busy road and when he saw the car lurch towards her his heart had stopped beating. Leaping to her side he had pushed her out of the way and they had both taken a bad fall rolling towards the pavement, she had passed out in his arms and he had carried her all the way back. Once he had entered his house he coud hear hoarse whisperings regarding their condition he knew the news would get around like a wind whipped fire the few guests that were milling around had been sent home by Ali sensing the gravity of the situation. Baba had called the doctor while Milind had carried her to their bedroom laying her gently on the bed. Naintara unaware of the entire scenario had considered this a romantic gesture on Milind's part and as he exited the room she had proceeded to strew the bed with remaining rose petals and had lit the candles. The doctor had been quick to respond and was soon at their doorstep, having checked Prachi's pulse and blood pressure he had ruled out fatigue and exhaustion to be the primary cause of her concussion.
Bua had considered it best for Preeti to spend the night with her grandfather since her parents not only had their first night together but also were not in a mental state to take care of her. Ali and Baba had talked to Milind trying to cool his fiery temper and it had worked considerably at last he consented to return kissing a sleeping Preeti he had left her with Baba before heading for his bedroom. Naintara had been instructed by Bua to take some food to Milind's bedroom in case Prachi desired to eat something. Meanwhile Prachi lay motionless on her bed she did not acknowledge Naintara's presence or her activities as she placed the food on the pine table and chattered on her mind swirled with thoughts. How could she have acted that way she knew what lay at stake how hard they had worked to make this plan a sure success and now she had gone ahead and done this. What would the guests have thought about all this fiasco what would Baba or Bua think, would they rule it out as an inclination of future problems in their son's marraige. Why did she always end up spoiling things for Milind, she tried so hard to please him but eventually it was all thrown in her face. She closed her eyes in agony and awaited Milind's wrath which he was bound to unleash on her once they were alone. She heard the door click shut and had opened her eyes to see Milind enter she arose from the bed and stood beside it. She had tried speaking to him but he proceeded towards the wardrobe, pulling out his kurta he had entered the washroom, splashing cold water on his face Milind had tried to wash away his emotions. He needed to be strong around Prachi and he needed to start doing it from this instant. Yanking off his sherwani he changed in the kurta wiping his face clean he stepped out to see Prachi still standing in the same position. "Milind" she had called out to him mustering her courage, avoiding her he had opened one of his bedside drawers brandishing his packet of cigarettes. Lighting one he had pushed open the large windows and stood smoking the cool night breeze filled in the room causing the curtains to billow rhytmically, he had not once glanced at Prachi's abashed figure. Prachi observed him for a few minutes smoking, quite negligent of her presence in the room her heart burst with unsurmounted infliction she couldn't bear it any more. First her mother now him was she that bad that both the people she loved the most hadn't even considered to give her a chance to speak.
She walked upto him "Milind" she had called still he hadn't responded "Milind kiya main itni buri huun keh ab aap mera chehra bhi dekhna pasand nahin kereingey?" tears fell on her cheeks rapidly. "Mujh sey ghalati ho gayi maaf ker dijiye mujhey" folding her hands infront of him she had closed her eyes unable to bear his accusing look. "Maa to pehley hii mujh sey rishta tor chuki hai agar aap bhi mujh sey baat nahin kareingey to main mar jaungi Milind.... main mar jaungi" she wept convulsively crumpling in a heap on the floor near him. Milind could not bear to see her in such a deplorable condition he stood looking at her huddled figure on the marble her head bent low she cried bitterly. He may have been infuriated with her actions earlier but it was another thing that he simply could not bear to see her cry. Putting out his cigarette he had gathered her in his arms and had carried her to the bed laying her still sobbing form on it. Adjusting the pillows around her he made her lean on them before wiping her tears "Tuu kyun aisa kerti hai Prachi keh mujhey ghussa aa jaata hai. Aaj agar tujhey chot lag jaati to main kiya kerta.... socha tha tuuney?" he had questioned her seriously and she had shaken her head petulantly. Overwhelmed with sorrow she had leaned forward and hugged him holding on to him securely "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he heard her muffled voice in his ear her hot tears seeping in his kurta soaking his shoulder. He embraced her trembling figure carressing her hair soothing her "Sssshhh bas ab ro nahin" he had mumured against her ear he knew what they were doing was morally wrong but at that specific moment it felt the right thing to do. She was depressed and he couldn't see her that way and that was that. After what seemed like ages she had finally let go of him her tears having subsided momentarily "Mujhey laga Maa sey baat kerungi to shayad woh mujhey maaf ker deingi" she had explained before continuing to sob again. "Kyun itni fikar kerti hai Prachi mainey vada kiya tha Maa ko party main launga...... laya na?" he had asked her touching her cheek tenderly and she shook her head in the affirmative. "To phir tujhey maaf bhi ker deingi woh I promise".... he had assured her "Sach!" she had inquired smiling through her tears looking at him in disbelief elated at his promise "Hmm" he had assented smiling at her.
"Khana khaya tuuney?" he had asked her in an attempt to divert her attention and she had denied guiltily shaking his head as if chiding her he brought the food Naintara had placed on the table to the bed. He knew Prachi hadn't had anything since morning and understood that it was time she had some food else she'd fall sick. Prachi had been about to start with the rice when she noticed a bandage on his right palm, "Yeh kiya hua?" she had held his palm in her soft hands checking out his injury. "Kuch nahin hua" Milind had tried to pull his hand back but she held on it firmly. "Meri wajah sey lagi aapko chot" she had whispered searching his face with glistening eyes. "Nahin yeh to main neechay tha to lag gayi, teri wajah sey nahin lagi" he had lied averting his eyes from her face fearing that she might start holding herself responsible for his wounds. "Jhoot bhi bolney lagey ab aap?" she had inquired unhappily. "Prachi zara see kharonch hai theek ho jayegi" he had reassured her putting his hand to her lips she had let her tears fall on his wound. He had laced his fingers with hers as she held his hand to her cheek. "I'm so sorry Milind" she had whimpered pushing the tray away Milind had taken a seat next to her making her lean against him he draped his other hand around her. No words were exchanged but both knew that they would always be there for each other through thick and thin. Prachi had buried her face in his broad chest smelling his unique fragrance her head felt heavy from incessant crying and his warm embrace soothed her senses she let herself be carried away by his touch. Milind had kissed her forehead softly gently carressing her tresses he was relieved to see that she was finally at peace "Kuch kha ley Prachi" he had told her after several minutes. "Bhuk nahin hai" Prachi had murmured not wanting to be detached from him at any cost. "Thora saa" Milind coaxed her and she had consented Milind then proceeded to feed her spoonfuls of rice. After a few spoonfuls she had taken the spoon from his hands filling it with rice she had extended it to him and he had eaten it in submission. Finishing off the meal Milind had cleared away the dishes Prachi felt too weak to remove any of her accessories or clothes. She rested against the head board of the bed when Milind had made her lie properly on the bed, picking up the other pillow from the bed he himself had tried to make himself comfortable on the sofa.
Prachi had dosed off under the influence of medication soon though Milind had found it hard to sleep. He kept wondering how the next four months would turn out to be. Already their closeness had started having it's effect on them no matter how tried he tried to push her away she held power over him one that would draw him back to her one way or the other. Restless and confused he stood near the windows searching for answers in the constellation above consequently he turned to look at her sleeping form, she looked so delicate and innocent. He heard her moan in pain and was by her side checking to see if she was alright. Her jewellery was too heavy and Milind himself felt choked looking at it. Sitting beside her he carefully removed her accessories piece by piece taking care not to awaken her covering her with a blanket he had proceeded to kiss her softly on her cheek he had not know why but he had then gently felt her lips tracing them lightly. His touch had awoken Prachi who gazed at him silently before kissing his finger softly he carressed her cheek with the back of his hand smoothing her tresses "Good Night Prachi" he had whispered before retiring to the sofa, tomorrow was another day.
Part 37
Prachi had woken up to a different surrounding altogether, she blinked her eyes to make sense of it all as images of the previous night jostled her memory. Her head felt like lead throbbing badly she rubbed her her temples gently before scanning the room. Consequently her eyes rested on Milind's masculine form wedged uncomfortably on the Caslon sofa. An ashtray was kept nearby and the several burnt stubs filling it indicated his nocturnal activities, Prachi was swept with a wave of remorse he hadn't been able to sleep properly because of her. She still felt bad about causing him so much trouble throwing back her blanket she walked up to the sofa where he was sprawled in an awkward position. His feet dangled off the armrest with his head resting on the head rest he obviously had dozed off too tired to lie down properly, picking up the cushion near him Prachi had placed it under his head. She saw her jewellery strewn on the sofa beside him smiling she remembered him taking it gently off her the previous night. She wondered why he kept that facet of his personality so guarded the part that was tender, gentle and caring. She brushed away a few stray curls from his forehead he looked so innocent so childlike in sleep her heart was immediately filled with love for him. On an impulse Prachi had bent down and kissed his cheek lovingly her fingers running over his prickly stubble before brushing over his cupid lips she remembered him feeling her lips the previous night. She wondered what had caused him to do so before turning to the washroom smiling to herself. Milind had awoken up feeling his face grow warm as sunlight streamed from the open windows lighting the room, shielding his eyes he got up. His body ached as he flexed his muscles grimacing as each rewound returning to it's former position. He massaged his neck thoroughly it certainly hadn't done him good sleeping like that, the room was empty he realized Prachi had gone downstairs. She had though not forgotten to keep his towel on the bed with his suit and other daily accessories, he smiled at her thoughtfulness picking them up he had gone to take his shower.
As he came down the stairs twenty minutes later he was surprised to see everyone assembled for the morning prayers. They generally didn't pray together he considered it to be because of Prachi maybe Baba and Bua had wanted to make her feel part of the family. Baba had gestured him to join them and he had taken his place near Prachi, he cast a stray glance at her. She looked mesmerizing dressed in a simple scarlet saree with matching bangles she stood with closed eyes and folded hands praying for absolution. He had averted his gaze to the idols infront of him and clasping his hands together prayed for eternal peace and happiness for them all. As the pooja ended Prachi had taken the platter and had distributed prasad amongst all receiving blessings from Baba and Bua. She had held the platter infront of Milind too who had waved a hand over the aarti and had turned but she held on to his hand which had caused him to stare at her quizzically. She had then gestured to him to eat the prasad but he didn't comply he wasn't very fond of sweets but he had to take it from her when she held out the sweet to him. "Prasad key liye mana nahin kertey" Don't say no to it she had reprimanded him softly he wasn't very keen on prayers and other rituals that followed. Not that he didn't believe in God but it was rather that he considered Him responsible for a lot of injustification in his life and wasn't at the very best of terms with HIM. He noticed Bua eyed them suspiciously and was compelled to eat the prasad when he saw Ali join them, smiling at him he had hugged his friend happily. "Chal nashta ker ab merey saath" Come on have breakfast with me now he had said thanking his lucky stars for diverting Bua's attention. They had turned to leave for the breakfast table when Bua had stopped Prachi "Mangalsutr kahaan hain tumhara? or sindoor kyun nahin lagaya yeh to har suhagan ki nishaani hoti hai" Where is your mangalsutr? and why haven't you applied vermillion it is a symbol of being a married woman pointing towards Prachi's colourless parting she had questioned her acrimoniously. "Woh .... main" I .... uh Prachi stuttered not being able to come up with an appropriate excuse leaving Milind dumbfounded he had not thought of the importance of these accessories and fumed inwardly at his ignorance. Sweat beads had started forming on Prachi's forehead she felt cornered as if caught committing a heinous crime. Her cheeks flamed with compunction Milind had shifted uneasily what would they do now they'd definitely be caught for sure. As if by magic Ali had appeared by their side "Prachi yeh lo tumhara mangalsuter jeweller ney theek ker diya hai main kal dena bhool gaya tha" Prachi here is your necklace the jeweller has repaired it I forgot to hand it over to you yesterday he had said handing her a beaded necklace Milind had thanked Ali via hi eyes and Prachi had breathed a sigh of relief.
As she struggled to put it on Bua had asked Milind to help her. "Dekh kiya raha hai pehna dey issey" What are you looking at help her wear it she had ordered and Milind had glared at Prachi hard making her squirm under his steely stare taking the necklace from her he proceeded to tie it around her neck, their eyes had met then and a strange feeling had overcome both of them. That single piece of jewellery held the power to bind them in one defining relationship neither had known what had passed between them but both had felt it's presence in that one moment, somehow they felt connected, distinctly united. "Aur sindoor " And vermillion Bua still seemed dissatisfied "Chal maang bhar isski" Come on apply it too Bua had ordered him once again. "Bua iskey haath hain khud ker leygi" Bua she has hands she can apply it herself Milind had snapped trying not to let his temper get the better of him what did Bua think he was a puppet. "Pati tuu hai ya yeh" Is she the husband or you she had questioned him "Shaadi bhi kii hai iss sey keh nahin" she had inquired doubtfully and Milind had been forced to answer her bitingly. "Prachi meri patni hai mujhey yeh saabit kerney ki zarurat nahin hai aur yeh sab tamashey mujh sey nahin hotey" She's my wife and I don't need to prove it besides I can't comply with this rubbish he had retorted furiously before leaving for the office. "Milind naashta ko ker lijiye" Milind have your breakfast atleast Prachi had called after him disheartedly "Bhuk nahin hai mujhey" he had answered without looking back. Bua had left in a huff accompanied by Naintara while Prachi watched Milind leave from the doorway in despondence. Why had she forgotten to apply the vermillion if she had none of this would;ve happened. Baba had walked upto her "Kiya Milind ab bhi tujh sey naraaz hai?" Is Milind still upset with you he had asked. "Pata nahin Baba, meri to baat hii nahin ho paayi aaj un sey" I don't know Baba I hardly talked to him today she had answered truthfully trying to put up a brave front no matter how hard she tried she always managed to screw things up for him. "Oho to iss main pareshaan honey wali konsi baat hai tum lunch ley jaana uskey liye aaj, chalo ab nashta ker lo phir dawai bhi leni hai tumko" Oho what's there to worry about you can take him lunch, now come have breakfast you'll have to take your medicines then and Prachi had nodded her agreement before following him.
Preeti had been pretty restless that morning all that partying had a toll on her health she had coughed several times during breakfast much to Prachi's alarm and refused to eat anything. Prachi had thought of taking Preeti along with her a trip to the doctor had been long overdue. Later that afternoon Prachi had dressed Preeti in a red pinafore and white blouse, while she happily played with her doll. Prachi had asked Ramu Kaka to cook Milind's favourite food and had packed it carefully. She had informed Baba that she would be late as she'd be taking Preeti to the hospital and had left. "Bhaiyya aap ko lagta hai Milind bahu sey pyaar kerta hai?" Brother do you think Milind loves his wife? Bua had asked Baba as she watched Prachi carry Preeti out of the door thoughfully, she was still suspicious of the nature of relationship Milind had with Prachi. Her experienced eyes had gauged the awkwardness between the two moreover Milind's denial to apply vermilion in her hair had her doubting them more than ever the fact that the wedding had not taken place infront of them added to her chagrin. "Didi dono ko waqt chahiye aap to jaanti hii hain shaadi kin haalat main hui in dono ney to apney apney parivaaron ki khushiyon key liye shaadi ki hai. Phir sab kuch itni jaldi theek to nahin ho sakta eik dusrey ko samajhney main waqt lageyga inhain." Sister they both need time. You know under what circumstances the marraige took place. You can't expect everything to get right so soon. They married each other out of responsibility towards their respective families they'll need time to understand and know each other. Baba had explained to Bua who did not seem to be impressed with the way things were going. She had expected both Milind and Prachi to act as newly weds which they had failed to she believed they hadn't even consumated their marraige which was evident by the way Milind refrained to have anything to do with her that morning. "Pyaar to ho ker hii raheyga Milind ko iss sey aakhir patni hai iski kab tak bhagey ga iss sey" Milind has to love her she is afterall his wife he can't run away from her Bua had smiled at Baba who had laughed it off. "Shaadi to mainey kerwadi dhamkian dey ker ab pyaar aap kerwa dijiye dono key beech" Well I got them married with my threats now you can make them fall in love he had joked unaware of the fact that Bua was pretty serious about her mission. In her opinion a marraige required love and trust to flourish and sustain and Milind's marraige was going to have all the right ingredients in it.
Sapna had been engrossed in her report for the meeting with the Garewals that evening she was back from her trip to Goa and was already irked with the sight of countless files on her table. Work had piled up for her she did not have a clue of the events that had occured in her absence neither had anyone found it necessary to inform her. She was glad to know that Prachi hadn't come to the office that day and that meant having quality time with Milind under the pretext of helping him. She planned on snooping in Milind's office that evening afterall that was what she was paid for to keep an eye on Milind and his activities.He had called her an hour earlier to go over a few important files that he required urgently and now she was on her way to his cabin. Prachi had reached the office, on her way she had met GD a close friend who was delighted to see Prachi and Preeti had immediately been transferred to her arms. It turned out both GD and Preeti loved M&M's and GD had a packet in her hand which ofcourse had caught Preeti's attention. She stretched her arms to GD who had embraced her immediately kissing her fluffed cheeks. "When she finishes with them bring her to Milind's cabin" Prachi had laughed watching Preeti fish for M&M's in the packet with her pudgy little fingers. As she proceeded towards the office Prachi saw Milind with Sapna in the hallway. His hands rested on the cubicle wall near him while Sapna's head was bent low anyone watching them from her angle would consider them to be rather intimate though in reality both were pondering over a file. Milind didn't seem to mind the fact that Sapna was practically all over him either he was too busy reading the file or he just didn't care. A wave of disgust swept over Prachi she couldn't bear Sapna near Milind as she neared them she saw Sapna smile up at Milind and he had smiled back obviously in appreciation for her hard work. "I'll see you in the meeting then get these printed in individual sets for each board member" Milind had instructed her when he spotted Prachi near them. "Tuu kab aayi Prachi?" When did you come Prachi? he had asked surprised but Prachi had kept silent she had though stared coldly at Sapna and cast a pained look at him before walking away towards the elevator. Milind had followed her in haste leaving a flabbergasted Sapna gape after him, why in heaven's name was Milind Mishra running after his secretary she simply had no clue.
Part 38
Prachi knew she was overreacting but she simply couldn't bear to see Sapna and Milind that close something inside her went wild with fury. She had not known when and how but she had started considering Milind very much her own property. She knew she had no right to put limitations on his actions or thoughts but she just couldn't stay there any longer, she had reached halfway down the corridor when Milind caught up with her. "Kahaan jaa rahi hai Prachi?" Are you going somewhere Prachi? he had questioned her but she carried on walking simply ignoring him. Irritated with her stupid behaviour Milind had caught her wrist angrily "Office main tamasha kerney aayi hai kya?" Have you come to create a scene in the office? he had demanded in an acid tone most of his employees were watching the scene with great interest now. Nothing would be more intriguing to them than a hot gossip on their boss and his newly wedded wife, stopping her from stepping in the elevator he had brought her with him to his cabin. Once inside he had slammed the door shut and turned to face her "Kyun aayi hai tuu yahaan?" Why have you come here? he had inquired splenetically "Main sirf aapka lunch deney aayi thi Baba ney kaha tha aapney nashta nahin kiya to main lunch ley jaun aapkey liye." I've just come to hand you your lunch. Baba had instructed me to bring you some since you hadn't had breakfast. Prachi had replied hotly she was in no mood for his tempestuous behaviour surprisingly she wasn't afraid of him today rather very much annoyed at the scene she had witnessed earlier. She had handed him the food basket before turning to leave again when he had held her by her arm taken aback by her display of exasperation, this was something very new to him.
"Kahin nahin jaa rahi tuu" You'r not going anywhere he declared but she continued to struggle in his iron grip "Chodiye mujhey" Leave me she demanded trying her best to free her wrist of his firm hold. She took a few steps back in an attempt to flee but Milind had covered the distance immediately and soon she stood pinned against the wall feeling his weight on her. Her breathing became erratic as her brain kept reminding her of their proximity. "Chodiye na mujhey" Leave me she had demanded weakly feeling his eyes on her yet today his eyes were not gentle rather they were commanding almost empowering and it scared her to look too long in them. Already she could feel his hot breath fanning her cheek her gaze had dropped to his cupid lips that were turned slightly at the corners she felt as if she would burst into flames if he continued to assault her senses any longer. Milind watched on amused as she tried to pry his fingers open "Yeh haath chodney key liye to nahin pakra hai mainey" I haven't caught this hand just to leave it he had smiled deeply as she gazed at him petulantly. "Aapko mera haath pakarney kii kiya zarurat hai Sapna haina uska haath paker lijiye, aapko ab mujh sey kiya matlab?" Why do you need to catch my hand you have Sapna for that, what would you want me for she could feel tears starting to form but she fought the urge to cry her heart out, tell him that she hated to see him with Sapna. So that was the reason for her ire Milind had thought enjoying her in that state watching her writhing with jealousy he certainly was loving it. He understood Prachi did not like Sapna but that she would be jealous watching them up close was certainly out of the blue he had never known Prachi to display such feelings and was thoroughly humoured by her current emotional turmoil.
Letting go of her hand unexpectedly he had scratched his furrowed forehead thoughtfully "Baat to sahi hai teri ab tuu ghar per hogi to koi to chahiye na mujhey company key liye yahaan. Tuu ney sahi kaha Sapna achi larki hai ab tuu nahin to teri zarurat bhi nahin, chalo Sapna sey kaam chala luunga main" You do have a point now that you'll be at home I'll need someone to keep me company. You'r right Sapna is a nice enough girl now that you aren't here I won't be needing you too I can manage with Sapna and Prachi had gaped at him in horror was he really considering Sapna as her alternative. She had stopped wincing and stared at him in disbelief the last thing that she expected of him was to fall for that cheapshot. "Aap sach keh rahey hain?" Are you serious? she had asked him not able to believe his earlier statement. "Qasam se" Ofcourse Milind had promised promptly trying his best to suppress a smile that threatened to give him away. Prachi stood paralysed momentarily all that he had been doing for her till now was just an act he didn't desire her or need her he was simply using her to fulfill his wants. "Theek keh rahey hain aapko meri ab kiya zarurat" You'r right why would you need me now she had whispered to herself more than to him. Her heart being crushed brutally she wished she hadn't been fool enough to love him so and without waiting for his reply she had run to the door when he had caught her deftly by her waist. "Jaaney dijiye mujhey" Just let me go she had whimpered deeply hurt crying openly but when he did not relent she had tried to push him away a futile attempt on her part as his hold tightened on her slim waist. Milind had thought he'd irritate her a bit but he could see she had taken it all seriously and considered his joke as true. Her hands rested on his chest as she turned away her face from him in an attempt to hide her tears, Milind had been consumed with a burning passion in that moment. One that urged him to make her his, fought his reasoning and desired her madly deeply truly he had held her chin firmly and had turned her face towards his own. Her wet eyelids fluttered as she tried to clear her vision "Kyun satatey hain mujhey itna" Why do you irritate me so she had complained defeatedly closing her eyes in anguish.
He scanned her angelic face now wet with tears her lips pressed tightly to refrain from sobbing before he gently brushed his lips against her eyelids kissing them softly. He felt her muscles relax in his hold as he held on to her his one arm circled her waist while the other cupped her face. His lips trailed from her eyelids down her cheeks tracing her tears to the corner of her plush lips. She had drawn in a deep breath her chest heaving as she held on to him his touch was magical and before she knew it she was melting in his sensuous hold. His hand travelled upto her face and he held it tenderly in his palms she had opened her eyes to meet his unwavering gaze. "Ab kabhi mat kehna keh mujhey teri zarurat nahin....... samjhi" Don't ever say that I don't need you.... understand he had said before pulling her in a warm embrace kissing her forehead passionately somehow he knew she had smiled through her tears hugging him tightly.
In an attempt to keep his emotions at bay he had tried lightening the atmosphere "Waisey buri nahin hai Sapna" Sapna isn't that bad you know he had joked and Prachi had punched him tenderly on his chest. "Woh buri nahin hai to main buhut buri huun kiya?" If she's not bad then am I bad? she had inquired playfully looking at him as his eyes danced with naughtiness. "Nahin tuu sab sey buri hai" No you'r the worst he had replied throwing his head back and laughing in mirth something he had not done in a very long time as she made a face at him. "Main itni buri huun to kyun ley gaye Baba key paas mujhey Sapna ko hii ley jaatey" Well if I'm that bad why'd you take me to your Baba you should've taken Sapna with you she had folded her arms on her chest in mock anger. "Haan or phir Baba hum dono ko ghar sey nikaal detey" Yes and then he would've kicked us both out of the house Milind had replied honestly. Sapna was the last girl his father would've approved of, her tight skirts and fitted blouses would certainly not have allured Baba. "Khaney main kiya hai mujhey buhut bhook lagi hai" What have you brought I'm hungry he had eyed the food basket longingly. Prachi had found a way to get even with him "Aaj to kareley hain.... mainey Ramu Kaka sey specially banwaye hain" Well I asked Ramu Kaka to cook bitter gourd specially for us she had informed him innocently as she saw his crestfallen look. "Tujhey pasand hain?" You like them? he had questioned her "Hmm" she had mused not being able to withstand his despair he was hungry no doubt and the fact that she had brought it for him didn't let him deny eating the food altogether. "Theek hai phir yehi kha letey hain" Well then we'll have this today he had assented half heartedly taking his seat opposite her she had spooned the contents on the plate before mixing the rice and handed it to him.
He had filled the mixture in his spoon absentmindedly and placed it in his mouth but the taste had him pleasantly surprised. "Baingan ka bharta" Aubergine he had smiled jubilantly it was his favourite food and she had been fooling him all along. His smile had indeed lit up his eyes and she watched him eat up the contents with pleasure, there was a knock at the door then and Sapna had entered. "Sir these papers" she had started but Milind had raised his palm signalling her to stop right there. "I'll look at these later Sapna right now I'm having lunch" he had told her. "But Sir if you could just" Sapna had tried to act extra smart when Prachi cut in she still hadn't gotten over her initial displeasure of witnessing her close to Milind. "I think you heard my husband Ms Sapna he'll look at it later. I'd appreciate if you leave now" Prachi had stated to a very shocked Sapna. Husband... when did that happen and it was then that she noticed the black beaded necklace around Prachi's neck. "Fine" Sapna had replied through gritted teeth and turned on her heels. Later that evening she was able to overhear a few colleagues gossip about Milind's wedding bash the previous day and was indeed enlightened on Prachi's wedding with Milind.
Dr Deepa sat poring over Daadi's reports extensively she had been treating Daadi since the past few weeks a complete check up had revealed shocking results. Daadi was suffering from stomach cancer fortunately it was just at it's initial stages and could be removed if it were operated on. The only problem was that it was a sensitive area and the operation had to be done with care and expertise. Dr Deepa though a professional was still uncertain on her single handedly undergoing the entire process. The reason she had asked Milind to get Daadi admitted in the hospital she had contacted Dr John Ferrer a top surgeon renowned for his skill in dealing with patients suffering from Gastric cancer. "Mr Mishra I think it would be best if we wait for Dr Ferrer he'll be here for his annual visit next month. Till then I think we can discuss the case with him and meanwhile we can get the Gastrscopic exam and Abdominal CT scan done. This way we'll have a fair idea of the invasion of the cancer cells into adjacent tissues, or the presence of spread to local lymph nodes."
Milind nodded his head assenting with everything she said the truth was he was too shocked to speak or do anything he knew Prachi loved her grandmother a lot. She was her support system and had been like a solid pillar of strength for her family during these trying times. Now she was ill and that too to such an extreme level, the chances of Daadi recovering from the operation were bright but making Prachi understand all this would be a difficult task one that he was dreading already. "When do I get her admitted?" Milind had finally gathered courage to ask the doctor "I'd suggest soon Mr Mishra I would really like to start with the chemo therapy before the surgery so that the cancer may atleast be shrunk to a certain level that would make operating it easier." "Fine then I'll bring her in tomorrow" Milind had informed her so that the required paperwork could be taken care of till the next day. "By the way Mr Mishra" Dr Deepa had turned round to face Milind "Do you by any chance have a twin brother?" she had grinned at a confounded Milind. "Not that I know of" he had replied watching her cheeky face as she adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. "Just my luck" she had laughed and Milind had smiled whole heartedly before thanking her for her help and exiting her office.
Milind had sent Prachi home with Preeti after getting her checked it turned out Preeti had contracted a viral infection but would soon be fit and fine. He had then proceeded to have a detailed talk with Dr Deepa he knew Prachi would be upset when she'd know he had gone to meet the doctor behind her back but that was something he was ready to deal with. If indeed Prachi had come to know of her grandmother's serious condition she would've fretted over it to no end and that was the last thing he wanted. But he had to inform Prachi's mother about Daadi's condition and persuade her to let him get her treated. As he sprinted to his car he bumped into a man obviously on his way out too, "Sorry" Milind had apologized bending down to pick up the man's file that he had dropped due to the collission. "It's ok" Mr Verma had replied thankfully he had been here to see the doctor regarding Sia's fractured arm. "Aap" You Milind had gasped in wonder just when he thought he had lost all hopes on finding out the truth here stood the man who knew all about it. "Aaj to aapko mujhey sach batana hii hoga Mr Verma" You'll have to tell me the truth today Mr Verma Milind had demanded forthrightly. "Buhut intizaar kiya hai mainey iss pal ka aur mujh sey zyaada shayad Maa ney. Aap chaliye merey saath unkey paas..... abhi". I've waited for this moment for a long time and more than me I guess my mother has waited for it. You'll have to come with me today... to her, now.
"Theek hai" Fine Mr Verma had consented readily he too had wanted this burden off his chest before he left for his final destination. Mr Verma had been sick suffering from Cirhosis consumption of alcohol in large quantities over the years had led him to his ultimate destination contraction of the fatal liver cancer. He had tried to make contact with Inder in an attempt to plead him to take care of his family after his demise but was shocked to know that Inder himself had passed away. All his hopes being dashed to the ground he had then decided to have a word with Milind in an attempt to persuade him to act as care taker to his family when he no longer breathed. Unaware of Mr Verma's mental distress and physical depletion Milind drove on to the chawl house, today finally he would know why Inder had taken the initiative to revive his drowning soul and save him from eternal damnation.
Part 39
It had been a bright sunny morning a new beginning to a new day Inder had a major contract to bag today he was confident on him winning it. He had toiled hard at it burning the midnight oil even at this age he did not shun away from hard work. The meeting had been attended by top hoteliers of the country the contract was a major one and all had hoped on landing it. The major shock came when the tender had been handed to 'Sikcand group of Hotels' not only were they new to the field also they lacked the knowledge and capability to handle such a mammoth task. Inder was enraged and irritated someone in his office had leaked the quotations to Sikcand else how could he have lost the tender by a minimum difference of one rupee, he had reached his office furious and had asked Mr Verma to look into the matter. Mr Verma was an honest and selfless employee one who put his job above everything else. Days later he had informed Inder about the weak link in his company a certain Kabir Kaushal who had aims to make it big through all the wrong ways. Inder had hired him out of sympathy he hailed from a penurious background and was responsible for many in his family but Inder's generosity had caused him to lose a coveted deal. He had not confronted Kabir immediately but had asked Amit to keep an eye on him, follow him around and find out his contacts. Amit had done as told and soon the chain of events led them to understand that Kabir was Sikcand's spy whom he had planted in Inder's office to keep him abreast with Sah Industries' internal affairs and details. He was the reason Sikcand had known of their quotations beforehand and had changed his at the last moment resulting in his victory. Inder had fumed inwardly his hard work had gone to waste just because of that scumbag Sikcand but before he did anything against him Inder decided to have a word with him. If he accepted his deceit then Inder would warn him not to repeat the mistake twice and if he didn't Inder would be forced to take strict action against him. Amit though had advised him otherwise he knew people like Sandiip Sikcand never redeemed themselves thus warning him would only serve to make him play the game more tactfully and cautiously rather than leaving it altogether.The following afternoon Inder had called Sandiip up accusing him of tampering with his documents Sandiip had listened to his earful coolly before snubbing him off rudely telling him that he had no proof on him to justify his accusations. Inder had further been maddened when Sandiip told him that he planned to repeat the same trick to bag another project but this time Inder had had enough he slammed the phone down in disgust making up his mind to pay this Sandiip a visit that night.
Milind had yet again been rejected and sat on the charpoi outside the chawl silently staring at the star studded night sky. He had lost count on the number of interviews he had given till date, he felt like a certified loser destined to face defeat each time he even thought of following the right path. Soon he was surrounded by friends who resided in the same chawl with him. "Kiya hua aaj bhi nahin mili naukri?" Sunil had inquired gauging his depression from his facial expression. "Abey saala meri kismat main hee nahin hai achi naukri" he had answered crudely smacking his fist on the wooden post of the charpoi in frustration. Milind had indeed been a bright and intelligent student acquiring top scores throughout his academic career. He alone knew how he had funded his higher education by working evening jobs which sometimes carried on in the wee hours of the night. But he had not lost hope having complete faith in himself determined that once he earned his degree he would be able to get a job that would best exploit his talents. Little had he known that he was soon to consider this a farce, a dream shattered in a million pieces. "Dekh Milind roz roz tension leney sey acha hai apun apna koi dhanda ker lein" Sunil had advised him sharing his charpoi. "Kiya matlab?" Milind had asked not understanding him a bit. "Mera eik dost hai Kabir ker key woh eik seth key paas kaam kerta hai apun usko apni naukri key vaastey bola hai tuu bhi aa jaa aaj raat apun key saath eik ki bajaye do naukri ka baat ker leyga. Kiya bolta hai?" Milind pondered on the offer. "Per naukri kiya hogi?" Ali had asked "Apun to khud ki dukaan ki baat kerney jaa raha hai woh seth apunko paisa udhaar deyga, apun bhi chota mota business chalu ker leyga, na kisi ki sunni pareygi na koi mach mach, saala apna kamaya apna khaya. Aur thora thora ker key uss seth ko paisa waapis ker deyga" he had explained his plans to them. The offer was alluring both Ali and Milind were having a tough time these days their education appeared useless the moment they entered any institution. No one required hard working and honest men it was all a game, interviews would be held but the candidate to be selected would be decided upon even before the interview took place itself. To start a business they would need initial finance to invest right now they had nothing to get deposited as security against a loan in the bank and the interest rate would be high too. If they took money from this businessman they may be able to work out something that would be feasible for both parties. After debating over the issue for an hour Sunil had convinced Milind to accompany him that night to Sandiip's office.
Even though Milind was grateful to Sandiip for fixing an appointment with him at such a short notice the fact was he wasn't impressed with him at all. Sandiip had a mean look to him one that indicated he was merciless in his dealings. He was a rather short, bald and bloated fellow his thick wrists and neck were adorned with a dozen gold chains and bracelets and he smoked a cigar carelessly. His guard had ushered Milind and Sunil in his overstuffed office and now they both sat facing him. It was evident from his manner that Sandiip did not think much of Sunil but his eyes had glinted when he saw Milind. This man might be useful to him his arrogance, his confidence and his dare devil attitude made him stand out to Sandiip who had an evil scheme in mind and needed someone to execute the task with precision. Men like Sandiip were ready to cross all boundaries in their quest for wealth, their greed drove them and was the primary force behind all their actions. Signalling Milind to follow him Sandiip had led him to the lawn outside the building he could use fresh air after the stale cigar smog in the office. Milind had no choice but to follow him squeezing Sunil's shoulder reassuringly he had left behind Sandiip. "Milind naam haina tumhara" Sandiip had confirmed waddling through the musty corridors to the unkempt lawn "Haan" Milind had assented walking by his side stepping out in the cool night. "Tum jaisey log chotey motey dhandey kertey achey nahin lagtey Milind, main tumhain unchaion ko chootey dekhna chahta huun" he had smiled slyly at Milind who had stared at him in confusion. Why was Sandiip being so generous to him when he clearly hadn't even cast a second glance at Sunil. "Aap bas mujhey koi dukaan kholney jitney paisey dey dijiye main jald hi waapis lauta duunga" Milind had put his point forward. "Arey dukaan kiya makaan bhi duunga tumko lekin uskey liye tumhain mera eik kaam kerna pareyga" Sandiip had grinned evilly standing by a crop of trees. "Kaisa kaam" Milind had inquired suspiciously what single task could land him both a shop and a home he was curious to know.
"Inder Shah ka naam suna hai?" Sandiip had asked him and Milind's forehead had creased, the name did ring a bell somewhere oh yes he had been to the Shah's office for an interview recently, he hadn't met Inder upfront but had caught a glimpse of him busy with his lawyer. Secretly Milind had been deeply inspired by Inder and had wished at that moment to follow his footsteps to success and glory. "Haan suna hai" Milind had affirmed knowledge on Inder "Bas uska game baja daalna hai" Sandiip had smirked drawing a deep puff of the tobacco running his fingers on his bald head. "Matlab?" Milind had watched him confused "Matlab usko uper puhunchaney ka hai. Buhut dimagh ki dahi kerta hai aur apna number one competitor hai. Main chahta to kisi professional ko paisey dey ker kab ka usko khallas kerwa chuka hota per tuu apna bacha hai, tereyko paison ki zarurat hai or mereyko aisey aadmi ki jiska koi criminal record nahin ho. Kya samjha..... usko uraaney key vaastey tereyko do paiti deyga main boley to do lakh aadha abhi aadha kaam key baad." Milind had felt as if someone had snatched the ground from under his feet his blood boiled as he stood transfixed, astounded at Sandiip's vicious and criminal thoughts and aspirations. So that was his plan to get Inder Shah murdered and to use him to carry out his dirty tasks he felt ashamed of having even consented to meet this fat crook impersonating as a generous benefactor to lost souls like him. He wondered how many people had fallen prey to his fatal schemes earlier but he for one was not going to sell his soul to the devil at any damn cost, a human life valued far more than any monetary asset in his view. Stepping out of his car Inder had walked briskly to Sandiip's office with Amit in tow, Inder had wanted to go alone but Amit had pressed upon the fact that they were dealing with a dangerous goon and not any ordinary man. He certainly was not letting Inder go pursue and challenge Sandiip on his own, he knew his boss was a level headed man but he did not trust Sandiip for even a minute. They were about to step on the gravel path leading to the dreary corridors when they heard voices emanating from the lawns atleast one of them certainly matched Sandiip's. Putting his finger to his lips Inder had gestured Amit to be silent and tiptoed to the lawn. A thick clump of trees provided them the required cover and they hid behind the foliage in an attempt to overhear his plans from their vantage point they could see Sandiip in deep conversation with a young, handsome rather scruffy looking man. Sandiip stood smoking his cigar while the man stared at him blankly straining their ears both Inder and Amit were able to track the conversation as a plan to get him done away with. Amit was panic stricken and had it not been for Inder firmly holding him by his arm he'd have dashed out in the open yelling curses at both the men.
Before Sandiip had a chance to explain the added benefits of his lucrative offer to Milind he felt a strong hand close in on his throat. "Tuu ney kiya samjha saaley Milind Mishra koi bharey ka tattu hai jo terey eik ishaarey per kisi kii jaan leyleyga." Sandiip was caught completely offguard by Milind's sudden attack he croaked in pain the cigar dropped from his hands as he fruitlessly tried to free himself of Milind's iron fingers clasped firmly around his neck. "Choro mujhey" he had managed gasping for air as Milind tightened his grip on his larynx. "Pata chala kaisey nikalti hai jaan .......... kaisey band hoti hai saans, jab khud ka tetwa dabta hai tab pata chalta hai jaan ki asli qeemat kiya hoti hai, deyga ab do peiti mujhey?" Milind had hollered at him his temper flaring. Sandiip had started flailing his arms in the air in a desperate attempt to run away his eyes had started bulging now and for a moment Inder had been tempted to blow his cover and stop Milind from strangling the man to death. Finally when Milind realized he had terrorized him enough he let go of his throat releasing Sandiip he left him sprawling on the green sputtering for air. "Arey Milind bhooka mar jayega lekin yeh ghatia kaam kabhi nahin kerey ga. Mujhey laga tha keh tuu eik acha insaan hai meri madad kerna chahta lekin tujh jaisa kamina mainey aaj tak nahin dekha" Milind had lashed out wretchedly. Sandiip lay panting on the ground he was in no position to back answer Milind lest he instigated him further he could see that this young man was not one to be messed around with. "Ab tuu dekhna Sikcand keh main teri madad key bina kin unchaiyon ko choota hoon. Sachai key raastey per chal ker tujh sey zyaada naam, maqam aur daulat nahin haasil kii to mera naam Milind Mishra nahin" saying that he had turned to leave but had retreated his steps a few seconds later.
"Eik baat kaan khol ker sun ley Sandiip agar uss Inder Shah ko eik kharonch bhi ayi to agli baar yeh haath tab tak teri gardan per raheyga jab tak teri saans band nahi hogi, apni khairiyat chahta hai to uss sey duur rehna. Tuu insaan hai bhagwan nahin or bhagwan banney ki koshish bhi mat kerna warna main tera game baja daalunga" raising his index finger he had warned Sandiip before vanishing in the dark corridor behind him. Muttering curses to him Sandiip had finally managed to stand on his feet dragging himself to his office. The scene had left Inder speechless here was a man who had not known him personally but was ready to endanger his own life for his security. Something about Milind had struck Inder at that moment and he was forced to assess Milind anew. His shock on Sandiip's offer had not escaped Inder the way he had drawn in a huge lungful of air and the way his eyes had clouded with fury were marked by Inder immediately. His displeasure and finally his wrath sealed his image in Inder's heart that of a virtuous young man caught in an intricate web of greed for power .An image of Milind threatening Sandiip flashed in his mind as he walked silently back to his parked car, there was raw passion a fire in that young man which if harnessed could be utilized for the young man's own benefit. He was young and naiive unaware of the filth and grime that often accompanied one on the way to success and Inder just could not let him fall weak in his resolve atleast not after what he had witnessed tonight. Amit too had been appalled by the young man's take on Sandiip's offer. He had thought Milind to be some street smart thug willing to obey Sandiip's orders but his conversation had cleared all misunderstandings for Amit. As they drove towards their office Inder had mused thoughtfully before asking Amit to get him all information regarding Milind Mishra his life, his past, present and his dreams they were all his responsibility now. If Milind wanted to make it big the right way, show Sandiip that he was above his schemes and complete the challenge he had issued to him Inder would make sure he did.
Part 40
Both Premlata and Milind sat in stunned silence in the chawl house, the events Amit had narrated had kindled lost memories in their minds. Milind had not known that Inder had been witness to his conversation with Sandiip that night neither had Inder ever mentioned it to him. The fact that Inder felt indebted to Milind was a major shock to him, he had done what had been right what his heart had told him to do never had he realized that it would lead to such a chain of events. Mr Verma had further informed him how Inder had paved the way to Milind's success it was Inder who had talked one of his friends into employing Milind. It was Inder who had made it easier for Milind to get his first loan sanctioned to start his first company with and then the ball had rolled itself. Inder had complete faith in Milind's acumen and intelligence he knew once provided the platform Milind could raise to heights himself hence he had taken it upon himself to provide him with one. Premlata sat numb to the core her daughter couldn't have found a better match for herself Milind had proved his worth back then to Inder and now after learning the entire truth to her. She understood now why Inder had vested so much of faith, time and money into Milind's well being because deep down he had known Milind for the man he was. Her eyes had lifted to Inder's walled portrait if only he had been here to see the man he had held in such high esteem was indeed his son in law. Milind had walked up to Inder's photograph and touched it with respect till now he thought his father was the only one who understood him more than himself but he was wrong. Inder had always known him and done what was best for him he had been his spiritual mentor all along like a second father. Closing his eyes he had taken a few minutes to compose himself before turning around to face Premlata and Mr Verma. "Mr Verma aap ka ehsaan shayad main zindagi bhar nahin bhul sakunga" he had stated with gratitude. "Bas eik ehsaan aap mujh per kijiyega Mr Mishra, meri maut key baad meri family ka khayal rakhiyega. Buhut kuch kerna chahta huun main apni ikloti beti key liye lekin mere paas waqt nahin" saying so he had poured out his miseries to Milind who had promised to take care of 10 year old Sia as his own child. Mr Verma had left then his soul free from all burdens atlast he could die in peace. After his departure Milind had spent some time with Daadi her frail and pale form lying helplessly, had her son been alive this would not have been her fate. Her condition tugged at his heart as he sat beside her gently caressing her feverish forehead. His touch had sparked new life in her "Inder" she had whispered her eyes closed as she smiled feebly. "Tum aa gaye Inder...... mujhey malum tha tum zarur aaogey ......... kitna yaad kiya mainey tumko or tum ab aaye ho...... Maa kii yaad nahin aati?" Premlata had dimmed the lights as Daadi had opened her eyes slowly clasping Milind's hand in her own she had kissed it lovingly for her Inder was very much there in that room.
Premlata had left the room unable to stay there any longer it had been too painful for her to see her mother in law pine for her dead son. Milind had smoothed Daadi's hair with benevolence kissing her burning forehead he had squeezed her hand reassauringly. Daadi had drifted off to sleep soon but the small smile that played on her lips while she slept was enough for Milind, he was now enlightened on why fate had led him to Prachi. It was destined to be this way he was meant to act as saviour to Inder Shah's family and he vowed he would do everything in his power to restore to them what was rightfully theirs. Leaving her sleeping peacefully he had informed Premlata about Daadi's condition, Premlata was extremely dishearted to know about cancer being her mother in law's cause of ill health. Milind had promised that he would leave no stone unturned to get her treated from the very best doctors but for that they had to get her admitted to the hospital the next day. Premlata was left with no choice she could not deny Milind's help as he was now part of their family and she herself was in no condition to lose her mother in law losing Inder had been a big enough blow for her. Consenting to Milind's wishes she had assented to packing Daadi's belongings and getting her shifted to the hospital the next day. She hoped the operation would be a success and her mother in law would indeed be hale and hearty soon encouraging her and helping her face life with a smile.
Milind had also asked Premlata to pack her things as she would indeed be living with him in Mishra house but that Premlata was not willing to do at all. She could not face Prachi moreso she needed to spend some time alone but Milind would hear none of it he had stressed on the fact that he did not want her to stay on her own in that house. The truth was Milind could not bear to see Premlata living such a deplorable life when he himself was indebted to Inder for not only his freedom but also his success and glory. Premlata had tried to explain her reasons but he simply refused to listen to anything further. "Maa aapko meri qasam chaliye nahin to mujhey lageyga main ney apney betey honey ka haq ada nahin kiya" and that had proven the last nail in the coffin. Overcome with exhaustion and sorrow Premlata had broken down weeping silently why did all of this have to happen to her. She could not understand why fate had been so cruel to her Inder had been taken away, Alaap had added to the misery by rendering them penniless and now Daadi was ill the more she tried to make head or tail of her situation the more she lost track of life altogether. She wondered what lay in store for her, Milind had been deeply hurt to see her that way comprehending her situation perfectly he knew how it felt when fate closed all doors of absolution it was the worst anyone could ever be subjected to. Seating her on the sofa he had fetched water for her from the kitchen and helped her drink it "Maa kyun pareshaan hain aap itni aapka beta hai na" he had consoled her sitting on the floor infront of her gently squeezing her hand in his own. Wiping away her tears Premlata had smiled at him "Tum ho isi liye to ab mujhey Prachi kii chinta nahin". She had patted his cheek fondly trying to act brave she did not want Milind to leave with a heavy heart. "To bas phir Prachi key saath uskey parivaar ki bhi zimmeddari meri hai or aap yeh kyun bhuul jaati hain keh damad sey pehley main aapka beta huun" he had pouted childishly. "Acha baba aagey sey nahin bhulungi ab uthney do mujhey takeh tumhain thepley dey sakun" she had laughed at him "Prachi ko buhut pasand hain uskey liye ley jaana." "Yeh hai aapka pyaar Maa sirf aapki beti yaad rahi aapko" and this time he was seriously irritated folding his arms across his chest he turned away from Premlata. "Chalo ab badmaashi nahin kero tumharey liye halwa banaya hai mainey kha ker jaana" Premlata had cajoled him ruffling his curls and he had immediately flashed her a simpering smile. "Yeh hui na baat" he had laughed happily as Premlata left for the kitchen. Sitting in the lounge pondering on the day's events his eyes had flitted to Inder's garlanded photograph "Aapkey saarey qarz uttarunga yeh vaada hai mera" he had vowed silently to Inder's smiling form.
He had sunk in the couch beside Baba in the hall when Preeti who had been in Prachi's arms had wriggled to be free. Once Prachi had put her down she had run upto him "Papa paash.... Papa paash" she had extended her little arms to him and he had pulled her on his lap. She was nearly a year and a half old now and having newly found her feet ran like the wind making it difficult to get hold of her. "Papa cheej" she had demanded searching his pockets for the customary chocolate he always brought home for her. "Pehley kissi" he had reminded her gesturing towards his cheek and she had stood up on his lap entwining her arms around his neck she hugged him passionately before planting a wet kiss on his cheek. "Bash Papa?" she had inquired innocently curling her lips in a grin when he had hugged her closer nuzzling his face in her neck kissing her repeatedly while his fingers tickled her small belly. "Papa nayi nayi nayi!!!!!" she screeched with laughter doubling over in his arms and he had let go laughing, watching her turn pink in the face gasping for breath. Prachi had watched on smiling the father daughter duo certainly were a handful both outdid each other at naughtiness. Reaching in his coat pocket he had brought out the chocolate bar and handed it to her "Tanku Papa" she had kissed him on his other cheek before sliding down his lap and running up to Prachi. "Mumma" she held out the chocolate to her and Prachi had opened the wrapper folding it down the sides before handing it back to her. "Preeti kapron per nahin girana" she had instructed the little child as she dashed off in the lawn outside laughing in mirth. "Tara zara dekho to issey" Prachi had requested her who seemed to be engrossed in checking out new hair styles and cuts featured in a magazine, frowning Naintara had followed Preeti outside.
"Kiya hua thak gaya hai kiya?" Bua had asked Milind who had dropped his head back rubbing his forehead gently "Hmm" he had murmured. "Bahu zara dekho to sar main dard hai isskey teil garam ker key laga do issey araam aa jayega". Milind's head had jerked up "Bua main theek huun" he had sit up straight immediately. "Woh to shakal sey dikh raha hai kitney theek ho" Bua had remarked sarcastically cursing himself for his folly Milind had gathered his stuff and ascended the stairs to his bedroom. "Bahu saath main adrak ki chai bhi leti jaana" Bua had ordered Prachi again who by then had finished making a cup of tea and had heated the oil to body temperature. Taking care not to spill anything she had carried them to the room to find Milind sprawled on the huge bed haphazardly. He indeed looked distraught as he had not cared to take off his shoes or coat. Placing the items on the table Prachi had walked silently upto him she had then sat down on the bed beside him and proceeded to take off his shoes rolling off his socks too. Milind had dozed off tired and exhausted when he felt someone touch him gently he had opened his eyes to find Prachi taking off his socks. Pulling his feet back in haste he had stopped her "Rehney dey Prachi main ker luunga" but she simply smiled helping him take off his coat next handing him the cup of tea she resumed her seat beside him. Milind had leaned against the headboard of the bed closing his eyes breathing deeply the revelation that Inder had been the one behind his success had caused deep wounds to his ineffable pride. Pride in the belief that he had alone made the journey from a chawl resident to a powerful and influential business tycoon. Till now he had considered all his wealth a fruit of his single handed labour little had he realized that someone else had sowed the seeds to the fruit he had reaped. Prachi had touched his arm with concern "Kiya hua Milind aap itney pareshaan kyun hain?" she had questioned him in anguish. He had opened his eyes studying her face silently but refrained from answering her query picking up the cup he drank the scalding liquid in two gulps. "Milind sanbhal ker garam hai!" Prachi had tried warning him but it was too late he had already finished it. "Milind kiya ho gaya hai aapko itni garam chai koi peeta hai ab mun jal gaya hoga aapka!" she had gasped aghast at his action touching his face lightly distress writ largely on her face. "Yahaan to sab kuch jal gaya Prachi" he had murmured sadly and Prachi's eyes had focused on his dark and defeated ones. "Milind kiya hua kuch bataiye to aap kyun itney udaas hain?" she had inquired panic stricken had something happened why was he so upset? When he still didn't respond Prachi had held his hand in her own "Milind bataiye na kiya hua... kuch to boliye please" Milind could see his silence was killing her. He had lifted his eyes to meet her questioning gaze "Kaisa lagta hai Prachi jab insaan ko pata chaley keh jis cheez key safal honey ka zimmedar woh sirf apney aap ko samajhta raha woh safalta to asal main uski hai hii nahin...... kissi aur kii dein hai." Prachi had tried to make sense of his quizzical statement " Aapka matlab hai aapney kisi kaam key liye mehnat kii or ab jab woh kamyaab ho gaya to aapko lagta hai uska credit kisi aur ko jaata hai?" she had asked softly. "Haan yunhi samajh ley" he had sighed deeply crushed, letting her squeeze his palm gently. "Aapko aisa kyun lagta hai keh credit sirf ussey jaata hai ?" she had inquired watching him with thoughtful eyes. "Kyunki uska hissa bhi hai iss kaamyaabi main, aur main samajhta raha keh mainey akeley hii woh kaam kiya kitna fakhar tha mujhey apney aap per. Apni qabliyat per kitna yaqeen tha mujhey lekin ab"...... he had paused dropping his head in his hands he ran his fingers through his curls in exasperation.
Why could he not be responsible for atleast one good thing in his life. Not being able to see him that depressed Prachi had knelt before him on the floor, cradling his face in her palms she had held it up so that his eyes met hers. "Aap aisa kyun sochtey hain keh har insaan har kaam akeley hii kerta hai. Bhagwaan bhi jab insaan ki kismat likhta hai to usey bananey ya bigarney ka haq insaan ko hii deta hai. Agar bhagwan kismat ko baant sakta hai, duniya main aayi har cheez ko baant sakta hai to phir aap iss baat sey pareshaan kyun hotey hain keh aapki safalta main kisi ka haath hai. Uski madad sey aapki mehnat kam to nahin ho jayegi. Aapki qabiliyat, aapka junoon aapka har pal jo aap ney us kaam main lagaya wahiin qaim hain or in sab key baghair uss insaan ki madad beykaar hii rehti." Milind had stared at her in surprise seeing her in a different light altogether watching her soft lips move pouring sweet notes to him, her voice felt like music to his ears. All that she said made perfect sense Inder had just been a means to provide him a chance all that had happened afterwards was due to his sheer hard work, his continous vigour, toil and acumen. "Ab dekhiye yeh jo garam chai aap ney pii lii mainey banai thi na aapkey liye main paani main patti, cheeni or doodh nahin milati to chai apney aap to nahin ban jaati na. Issi tarah aapki mehnat or junoon bhi iss safalta ka hissa hain phir chahey aur kitney hii logon ney aapka saath kyun na diya ho lekin kaavish to aapki hii thi na, idea to aapka tha baaqi sabney to sirf madad ki aapney to apney sapney ko haqeeqat banaya" she had smiled at him. Taking her hands in his he had kissed her open palms painstakingly her kind words had breathed a new life in him she had shown him a different aspect of this whole scenario. "Thanks" he had whispered making her sit beside him on the bed "Anytime" she had laughed happy to see him at peace and light hearted again that was all that she desired his happiness. Content and satisfied Prachi had rested her head against his shoulder smiling to herself and Milind had looked at her passionately feeling her warm and soft against him life certainly had changed for the better.
Part 41
Milind had informed Prachi about his visit to her mother's place handing her the theplas Premlata had lovingly made and sent for her. Prachi had been elated as she took the tiffin containing them from him. "Maa ney bhejjey hain? ......Merey liye?" she had questioned him in disbelief "Haan terey liye" he had assured her smiling. "Matlab unhon ney mujhey maaf ker diya?" she had asked him again with shining eyes still not able to consider it as true. "Shayad" Milind had told her honestly it was unfair enough that he withheld crucial information from her regarding her grandmother's illness and thought it best to be upfront on this issue atleast. Nonetheless Prachi's happiness knew no bounds she had thanked him continually till he had to place his palm on her lips "Bas Prachi kitna thank you kereygi mereyko" he had laughed at her childishness. She had held his hand in her own gratefully "Aap nahin jaantey Milind aapney kitni bari khushi dii hai aaj mujhey" she had replied in a moist tone. As they sat discussing the preparations for Premlata's arrival the next day Naintara had walked in huffing and puffing like a locomotive. "Preeti kahaan hai Tara?" Prachi had inquired finding her arms empty "Bhabhi main bataye dey rahi huun mujh sey nahin bhaga jaata uss key piichey, main bas yeh puchney aayi thii keh Milind bhaiyya ke sar ka dard kaisa hai ab? Bua keh rahi hain agar teil sey aaraam nahin aaya to woh jaribooti waala doodh bana dein?" That was the last straw for Milind he felt he had no command over his life anymore smacking his palm to his head he had cursed himself for speaking about his woes in public. Never ever was he going to do that again springing up from the bed in haste he had assured Naintara that once Prachi applied the oil it would do wonders for him and there was simply no need for any milk with medicinal herbs.
Watching Naintara leave finally though still unconvinced Milind had breathed a sigh of relief causing Prachi to laugh aloud at his pitiable condition. "Milind ab aap teil lagwa hii lijiye is sey pehley keh Bua khud uper aa jayein" she had advised him trying her best to keep a straight face. Milind had immediately consented lying on the bed Prachi had then seated herself beside him and proceeded to apply oil to his temples massaging them tenderly with her soft fingers stealing glances at his handsome face as he lay with closed eyes. He lay serenely savouring her touch which seemed to hold magical healing powers as not only was Milind's headache done away with but soon he had drifted into deep slumber. Prachi had assumed him to be resting but when he did not move for quite some time and didn't respond when she called out to him she realized he had gone to sleep, covering him with the blanket she left him to check on Preeti. Downstairs the rest of the family had dined but Prachi refrained from eating anything she felt guilty of forcing Milind to get his forehead massaged and now he had slept without having any dinner. Feeding Preeti she had given her a dose of the medicine which had helped in soothing her and soon she too lay asleep cradled in Prachi's arms as she patted the child gently.Once back in her room Prachi had placed Preeti by her father on the bed they looked so peaceful in deep slumber pulling the blanket over her she had kissed them both goodnight and had lain on the sofa tired to the bone.
Milind had wandered far away from human dwelling he did not know why he was here in the first place but he knew he had to go on till he reached his destination, the odd part though was he hardly had a clue about where he was headed or what would be his final stop. He walked barefoot and could feel the undergrowth scrape against his soles. The ground was uneven littered with thorns and jagged stones which pricked him sharply as he trudged forward. He seemed to walk in a woodland with thick trees surrounding him blotting out any rays of sunlight the place was silent almost eerie. He could hear the dead leaves scrunch under his feet as he moved on it seemed as if he had been walking since long but still there was no sign of any outlet from the dreary and dark captivity. The place had started giving him creeps long tendrils and creepers hung from the overhead branches separating parts of the clearing he felt suffocated and trapped. He pushed them back weaving his way through the undergrowth which had started to grow more dense as he proceeded the darkness spread far and wide and the more he strained to see the more things seemed to vanish behind thick curtains of foliage. He was beginning to lose hope now no matter how hard he tried to find a way out he found himself lost and at his wits end. His heart had started beating wildly this seemed like a never ending maze he started running trying to leave it all behind but it was no use no matter how hard or fast he ran he always ended up at the same clearing. Tired and depressed he had fallen to his knees, his feet bled profusely his white kurta was a mess smeared with dirt he cast a helpless look around him. There was simply no route to escape it seemed the gloom was overpowering him numbing his senses closing his eyes he sighed deeply..... was this the end for him? Was he destined to die all alone in this sad and desolate place? Thoughts ran wild in his mind his Baba, his daughter they were waiting for him, how was he going to get back to them? Would he ever see them again be free of this imprisonment? Why was he here? What had he done to deserve this? Just when he had thought all hope was lost he heard a voice behind him. "Abhi sey himmat haar gaye?" someone had questioned him. Getting up on his feet he stood to face the owner of the voice and it shocked him to see that it was Inder Shah clad in white a soft glow seem to emit off him making him look like some divine being. "Abhi to buhut duur jaana hai tumney, buhut kaam adhurey hain Milind Mishra... or unhain sirf tum pura karogey." Milind stared at him in bewilderment, where had he come from? A few minutes ago he had been there all alone then how did Inder manage to find him? "Aap yahaan kaisey aaye? yahaan to koi raasta nahin dikh raha" he had inquired still amazed at Inder's navigational skills but Inder had simply smiled holding his hand in his he led him towards a gap in the enclosure. Pushing aside a curtain of ivies he had stepped on the other side with Milind in tow, "Arey yeh to yahin tha phir mujhey kyun nahin nazar aaya?" Milind had voiced his astonishment the path had been there all along why had he not found it earlier.
The scenery had completely changed they now stood at a shoreline the sun shone brightly overhead and all that Milind could see was miles and miles of the deepest and bluest ocean he had ever set eyes on contrasting the pure white sand that covered the beach. The waves shimmered in the sunshine as crusts of diamonds embedded against a wall of sapphires their lustre had caused him to blink his eyes being temporarily blinded. Inder had walked with him in the sea and as the crystalline water washed his feet his wounds had healed magically. His pain having vanished he smiled at Inder who led him further down the beach. Why were they here? Where were they headed? Thoughts assailed him but he kept silent following Inder who still clasped his hand firmly in his own and Milind had let him fearing if he let go he might be transported back in the dark forest. Consequently they arrived at a palm grove rich with emerald foliage, flowers of a million hues bloomed everywhere in that glade Inder had stepped on the plush green Milind too had followed. He studied the place in wonder it was enchanting, breath taking butterflies flitted from flower to flower as the breeze softly carressed his cheek. Was this heaven, maybe he had died and was sent to heaven with Inder as they walked on further they saw a young fair maiden sitting near a rock pool she sat weaving wreaths from daisies chaining them into garlands. As she worked hapily her lips hummed a soft tune. Milind had never seen anyone more captivating than her she was extremely beautiful but why did she look so familiar? Had he seen her somewhere? Consequently the maiden screamed in agony Milind stood dumbstruck as before his very eyes the maiden's arms were slit with invisible objects bearing large cuts the gashes being deep the wounds bled profusely. The girl sobbed silently she stretched her hands out for Milind and Inder to see watching them helplessly. "Yeh! " Milind gasped in horror, in a matter of minutes the maiden's white silken gown was stained with crimson her head bent low she cried pitifully.
Inder had released Milind's hand and then as if enlightened anew Milind had rushed to her side gently lifting her face from her knees he had wiped away her tears lovingly. "Buhut dard hai?" he had questioned her with concern in answer the girl had simply nodded her head. Picking her up in his arms Milind had walked out of the glade stepping on the soft white grains he felt her sob against him her head resting on his chest. Sauntering towards the wide glittering ocean Milind had waded in the clear azure water his clothes were wet but that did not stop him from walking deeper and further cradling the young woman in his arms. All that mattered was her pain and all he wished then was for it to cease immediately. Shoals of brilliantly coloured tropical fish darted in and out of his feet as he trudged through the crystal clear water when it had reached waist deep Milind had stopped, gently lowering the girl he made her stand with him in it. Cupping his hands he filled them with the sea water pouring it over her head watching it trickle down her face in small streams. He tenderly bathed her hands her face and her head till she stood quite drenched to the core, taking her hands in his Milind looked on as the wounds healed magically and soon there was not a single trace left of them. The girl had stared at him her soft pink lips revealing her beautiful smile "Thank you Milind" she had whispered taking his hands in hers she had pressed her wet lips against his burnished skin, her kiss felt enchanting fiery against the cold lapping water. Taking his hand in hers she had turned to face the shore where Inder awaited them. "Chalein" she had inquired and he had returned her smile treading the white sand till they emerged on the wet beach hand in hand. As they approached Inder Milind had been quick to withdraw his hand from hers lest Inder would disapprove of it, the girl had hugged Inder as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Papa dekhiye merey saarey daag dhul gaye" she had shown him her bare arms in elation and Milind watched Inder's face light up as he saw his daughter happy. "Mujhey malum tha eik tum hi ho jo iskey saarey dard mita sakta hai " Inder had addressed a mute Milind witness to the father daughter bonding. "Aao Prachi" Inder had beckoned her taking her hand in his he had called Milind to him "Yahaan aao Milind" and had placed his daughter's milky white hand in Milind's dark one. Prachi had closed her fingers around Milind's hand squeezing it reassuraingly as he stood stupefied. "Ab yeh tumhari amanat hai waqt aaney per issey ley jaana.... apney saath... apney paas... apna banaker. Vaada kero saari khushian dogey issey". Inder had asked Milind to promise and Milind had heard himself say "Vaada kerta huun apsey apni jaan sey barh ker khayal rakhunga iska, hamesha khush rakhunga... apney paas..... apney saath."
He had risen with a start panting deeply trying to make sense of his surroundings he wiped his brow of sweatbeads looking around him in astonishment. He was in his bedroom Preeti lay sleeping near him her curled lashes fringing her closed eyes, bending down he had kissed her forehead with love. Was all that he seen a dream? What did it mean? Why did Inder entrust him with Prachi did he want him to take care of her? He felt as if his mind was going to explode with questions when Inder's words resounded in his ears."Ab yeh tumhari amanat hai waqt aaney per issey ley jaana.... apney saath... apney paas... apna banaker. Vaada kero saari khushian dogey issey". What did that mean was Inder happy that Prachi resided with him at his residence? Maybe that was the reason he had given her hand in his maybe it meant that the fake life they were living had received Inder's consent too. Throwing back the covers he stood up to find himself still in his office attire he felt hungry and hot. Pulling out his clothes from the wardrobe he headed to the washroom and fifteen minutes later after a cold shower he felt much better.
Prachi had heard water running continuously first she had thought she must be dreaming but then realization dawned on her. Opening her eyes groggily she switched on the lamp to find Milind's space empty on the bed. He probably had woken up he must be hungry she had thought pushing back her blanket she smoothed her hair and went down to the kitchen, heating the food she splashed her face with water to drive the sleep away. Placing it in a tray she quietly ascended the stairs pushing the door open she found him busy towelling his hair. As she entered he took the tray from her "Yeh sab kerney ki kiya zarurat thi?" he had asked her. "Kyun aapko bhuk nahin lagi thi?" she had counterquestioned and he had smiled "Haan lagi to thi" he had led her to the balcony. "Ander baatein kareingey to woh choti uth jayegi phir soyegi hii nahin" he had explained. As they sat dining in the balcony Milind had looked at Prachi thoughfully "Prachi tujhey kabhi koi gehri chot lagi thi kiya? Aisi jis main tujhey buhut takleef hui ho?" and Prachi had watched him intently before averting her eyes from him her gaze resting on the floor. Involuntarily though she had wrapped her arms around herself "Nahin!" and in that one moment Milind had known she was lying to him.
Part 42
Soon after Prachi had excused herself and had gone to lie on the sofa again she did not know why she had lied to Milind he was bound to know about it sooner or later and then he would see her as a lying two faced woman. But all that hardly mattered to her what mattered was her chastity she did not want Milind to think on the same lines as the rest of the world did. Though she secretly hoped that he would not do so once he came to know the whole truth, flashes of him consoling her on the stormy night filled her mind. Had she said or done something then to make him curious but if that was the case why had he waited so long to question her about it. What if he thought she was the woman the world thought that she was a black mark on the Shah family one who had destroyed their reputation and was their reason to defamation. Tears sprung in her eyes as she lay motionless crying in the still black night why did she have to fall in love at all? Why did she have to meet Milind? Could it not have been easier for her why was life so difficult? What if Milind misunderstood her love as a means to wipe her slate clean would she ever be able to explain her side of the story to him? Having finished his meal Milind had emerged from the balcony carrying the empty plates he placed them on the pine table. Turning around he cast a deep long look at Prachi even in the dim lamp light he could make out the silvery wet trail her tears had left on her cheeks before vanishing in her pillow. Milind cursed himself inwardly for having even brought the topic up but then how in the world was he to make anything of his dream. It was clear Inder wanted him to do something and it was definitely in connection to Prachi's misery.
Something had gone terribly wrong in her past something that haunted her, he recalled the events of the night they had spent together at his apartment why was she so afraid ? It had struck him then that her fear did not arise from her confrontation with the boys in the parking lot alone. There had to be more to it else why would she turn hysterical her delerium had him pondering on her past. Picking up his cigarettes he had pulled the blanket gently over Prachi before exiting the room something was wrong, that needed to be rectified but what exactly was it, was something that was an enigma to him. The night gave way to dawn and Milind stood staring at the horizon watching the sky changing hues from black to burgundy then crimson and finally a bright golden. He didn't know how long he stood smoking in the balcony recollecting events from Prachi's first meeting with him to date except for that one occassion Prachi had never shown any signs of fear then why did she lie to him. He couldn't understand Prachi's thought process smoking cigarette after cigarette he had tried to fit the pieces of the puzzle but it seemed the puzzle lacked many integral pieces that needed to be searched for before being fit. He stood mesmerized appreciating the beauty of the early morning scene when eventually he had heard Preeti cry out in sleep for her bottle and had been forced to go back inside.
Prachi it seemed had left to bring milk for Preeti as she lay whimpering on the bed her head buried between her legs she sat hunched sobbing with closed eyes. "Dodoo" she wailed and Milind had held her in his arms pacifying her kissing her "Bas aata hai abhi" he cajoled her as she sunk in his strong hold. Soon Prachi had returned with the bottle and having placed Preeti in her lap fed her smoothing back her curls she gently rocked the child who after downing the contents in the bottle had re entered her dream world. Both Milind and Prachi had avoided conversation with each other that morning though both bore different reasons. Prachi was giving her future with Milind a serious thought it pained her to think that her past was the biggest hurdle in her happiness she dreaded Milind finding out the truth. But then how could she dream of spending a lifetime with him without being totally honest to him, would he not chide her for being a liar later on if their fake relationship gave way to a genuine one as she hoped. Milind on the other hand was bothered by Prachi's reaction to his question if there was something plaguing her he had to get to the root of it and that too soon, he could not bear to see fear in her eyes it hurt him deeply when she stole her gaze from him due to it.
Reaching his office he had dialled Ali's number fixing a lunch appointment with him if anyone could help him out of this mess it was Ali. Later that afternoon as they sat in a secluded corner of a downtown restaurant Milind had confided in Ali about his dream also Prachi's dilemma that fateful night. Ali had sat silently absorbing the information being dished out to him, it was evident that Prachi was grappling with a haunting past and the sooner they rid her of it the better for all of them, it worried Ali to think what it might be afterall and hoped it was not something that would cause Milind to shun Prachi. As it was Milind was not too keen on the fake marraige drama and Ali himself had heard him hint Bua countless times that her family back in Chandigarh would be missing her. But Bua was as stubborn as her nephew and had no plans of leaving before the four months were over. Aliya's wedding loomed ahead with so much happening all of a sudden Ali found himself in a deep mess he couldn't even dream of letting Aliya's inlaws know that Milind's marraige with Prachi was a farce. They would be returning from Dubai soon and then the wedding preparations had to be taken care of soon he had to work quickly else everything would be ruined. Seeing him lost in his own world Milind had called out to Ali who had responded then promising Milind to get to the bottom of the matter he gave Milind explicit instructions not to get involved in anything regarding this and that he would handle it himself. Milind had frowned at his suggestion since he wanted it to be over with sooner he hated to see Prachi fret because of it but had assented nonetheless his hands were full with work as it was plus Daadi's current health status did not allow him to divulge in any such activity. Lunch being over they drove over to the chawl where Premlata awaited them, soon they had Daadi bundled in the back seat with Premlata and were on their way to the hospital. Once there having finished with the formalities Milind had made sure two nurses were always there to attend to Daadi at all times. The room was well furnished with the latest equipment and was the best in the hospital, moreover Milind had asked Dr Deepa to keep him posted on her condition making sure Daadi was in good hands they had left for home.
As Premlata stepped on the last step leading to the doorway she was gripped with apprehension she hadn't been very kind to Prachi recently though her anger was justified the mother in her had cried many nights thinking of the pain she was putting her daughter through. Seeing her dubious Milind had put his arm around her and gently guided her over the threshold it seemed Prachi had been to work not only did the house look splendorous there seemed to be a feast cooking up in the kitchen. Wonderful aromas wafted through the open door and before long Preeti marched in the hall to welcome Premlata. She stood still for a couple of minutes racking her brain to identify Premlata and finally when she had she ran upto her smiling and slipped her hand in Premlata's. "Papa" she had called out to Milind looking up at him as if inquiring her act to be a correct one Milind had simply grinned picking her up in his arms. "Kaisha hai mera baby" he asked nuzzling her neck she had kissed him on his cheek then. "Mumma kahaan hai?" Milind had inquired from the little cherub pointing towards the kitchen Preeti explained to Milind in her broken language that Prachi was cooking. "Chaliye maa aapki beti ko surprise detey hain" Milind had ushered Premlata excitedly who stood watching the father daughter share a private moment smiling at the two. They reminded her of Inder and Prachi, Inder too doted on Prachi and there never a time when he hadn't showered his affection on her. Flocking to the kitchen they peeped in to find Prachi busy stirring a semolina. "Kaka piyaaz kaat dii aapney?" she had asked the servant as he sliced onions finely on the cutting board. "Haan bitiya kaat dii" he had assured her "Or koi kaam hai to bata do" he had offered help. "Bas kaka yeh besan nikal dijiye" she had requested him politely staring hard at the mixture she stirred she tried to remember all the ingredients counting them on her finger tips. "Sab to daal diya najaaney taste kyun nahin aa raha.... shayad Maa jaisa dhokla main bana hii nahin sakti kabhi" she had murmured to herself dissapointedly. Premlata had walked upto her then "Jeera daala tha iss main?" she had asked catching Prachi offgaurd. "Shayad wohi bhool gayi" Prachi had whispered in a hoarse voice with teary eyes hugging her mother happily. "Maa please mujhey maaf ker dijiye" Prachi had implored still hugging Premlata who was in no mood to let go of her daughter either, carressing her hair lovingly. "Chal pagli maa baap bhi kabhi naraaz hotey hain bachon sey" she had finally separated herself from a still sobbing Prachi gently patting her cheek. Preeti who had been witnessing this from her comfortable position in her father's arms was extremely put off by Prachi's tears. Taking Milind's face in her small palms she had turned his focus from the scene to her "Papa Mumma chot?..." she had asked gravely thinking that her mother had been hurt somehow the reason she was crying. Milind had shaken his head in the negative "Nahin, Mumma kii aankhon main dard hai" he had tried to console his concerned daughter. With time Preeti had attached herself to Prachi and as she now grew older she had started understanding sentiments and situations that caused different emotions to occur. Prachi had heard their conversation and had taken her from Milind kissing her on her soft cheek "Mumma buhut khush hai jaan" she had smiled and Preeti's creased forehead had smoothed immediately as her lips turned to smile back at Prachi hugging her tightly she had kissed Prachi's wet eyes in an attempt to alleviate her pain. Her parents were her world and as long as they were happy she would be happy too. Asking Kaka to take care of the food on the flame Prachi had trudged upstairs to show Premlata her room, she had taken care to get it aired earlier that day and now it stood open to welcome it's occupant. Leaving the trio to catch up on lost time Milind had left to check on Baba he needed to discuss all this with his father before Bua made a hue and cry of it.
"I think you should return now..... it's time you took this in your own hands I'm tired of snooping around his office" Sapna had spoken in cell highly irritated, it bothered her that she was entrusted with menial work while he simply passed orders. "Why my love, merey liye itna nahin ker sakti... maanga hii kiya or tumsey mainey" he had answered toying with the key chain in his hand. Her ire amused him he was used to sweet talking women being a seasoned casanova, he knew exactly how to wrap her around his little finger. "Aakhir tum chahtey kiya ho Milind sey?" she had questioned again since day one she had not understood his game plan he hardly had any interest in Milind's monteray assets neither did he dwell much on his dealings with clients but when it came to his personal relationships his ears pricked up. He pressed for the tiniest detail and drove to glean any inside information, more than Milind Sapna suspected his interest lay with Prachi. He was utterly shocked when he came to know of Milind's wedding with Prachi he had immediately cut the call then and had not communicated for a whole week. The more Sapna tried to understand him the more he seemed to appear like a riddle full of clues and hints yet she could decipher none of them. "Tum nahin samjhogi" he had laughed softly "Tumhain Milind key saath dekh kar Prachi ka kiya reaction tha?" he had asked the hundreth time. "Ofho jaan kaha naa ghussey main lal peeli ho gayi thii woh, bas nahin chal raha tha uska warna qatal ker deti mera" Sapna had informed him the umpteenth time. "Hmm " he had mused as always "I love you jaan you know that na" Sapna had whispered "Yeh sab main tumharey liye hii to ker rahi huun". "I know I know sweetheart and I'm so grateful to you for this" he had blown her a kiss on the phone and after assuring that he loved her alone he had clicked the phone shut. As he sat rocking in his oak chair in his Venetian apartment Shashank had closed his eyes in satisfaction "To pyaar ho gaya hai tumko Prachi..... ch ch ch.... beychara Milind ...... jaanta nahin tumhain. Per koi baat nahin main bataunga ussey tumhari asliyat..... humara rishta...woh raat.... bhulii to nahin hogi tum bhi I'm sure" saying so he had chuckled evilly it was time for fun.
Part 43
Ali had set to work he had hired a top detective and had discussed the issue with him explaining Prachi's fear and apprehension. The detective was a professional and after hearing out Ali's details immediately pointed out the fact that whatever haunted Prachi still persisted. If the past had been done over with the nightmares would not have occured continually the root cause of her fear still remained a threat and to relieve her of her misery a thorough study of her past had to made. He had asked Ali to try and talk to Prachi about her schooling, her college, her friends the places she visited during her yester years as subtly as possible and he himself had set to work on gathering information from outside sources. Ali had been assured of the case being given in safe hands and he in turn had promised to try his best to make Prachi talk. Calling up Milind he had informed him on his progress and had asked him not to worry rather make sure that Prachi remained at ease. Clicking his phone shut Milind had assessed Prachi with careful eyes across the table she looked worn and tired her vibrant smile had faded, he wondered how she could've changed so in a single night. He knew the truth remained veiled for the time being and he realized that was how Prachi wanted it to be. But he just could not see her this way, let the past eat her up inside she would fall sick if the condition persisted. "Prachi shopping chalein aaj? Mujhey kuch naye kaprey khareedney hain.... tuu bhi kuch ley lena apney liye" Prachi shall we go shopping today I've got to buy some new clothes you can get something for yourself too he had suggested but it seemed Prachi had not listened to a word he had said. She sat staring at the plate infront of her oblivious of her surroundings it was only when Premlata had touched her arm had she returned to the present. "Haan?" she had jerked her head in surprise as if awoken from a dream. "Prachi Milind puch raha hai tum shopping jaogi uskey saath?" Prachi Milind is asking if you'll go shopping with him today? Premlata had repeated Milind's question Prachi had looked at Milind through apprehensive eyes before negating the idea.
"Aap chaley jaiye Milind meri tabiyat theek nahin" Milind I don't think I'm feeling too well you can go without me she had excused herself before leaving the table abruptly. It was a good thing that Bua and Naintara had gone to the doctor's else Bua would've been quick to notice her reluctance and would've probed the issue further. Premlata had watched Prachi bound the stairs in haste wistfully she knew something was bothering her and feared the worst. Milind was quick to notice Premlata's alarmed expressions and had concluded that whatever haunted Prachi was known by her mother too he observed her as she sat still for a few minutes before excusing herself too following her daughter to her room. Prachi had run upstairs she did not feel well at all today there was a certain sinking feeling in her heart one that she had tried to ignore but couldn't despite countless efforts. She feared Milind finding out the truth or the one Shashank imposed as the truth but how could he, Milind did not know Shashank there was no way he could ever get tipped off on anything. She could not trust Shashank though he would find her even if she died and got buried six feet under the ground. Falling heavily on the bed she had wept helplessly her life was falling apart true Milind was not her husband but they shared a certain bond one that she respected and loved and did not want it being broken due to Shashank's evil deeds. Premlata had arrived eventually to see Prachi indulge in self torture hurrying to her side Premlata had seated herself beside her gently carressing her silken tresses.
"Kiya hua Prachi kyun itna ro rahi ho... Milind ney kuch kaha kiya?" What happened Prachi why are you crying....did Milind say something? she had asked worriedly. "Nahin to Maa Milind ney to kuch nahin kaha... woh to mera buhut khayal rakhtey hain" No mother he didn't say anything.... he takes good cares of me she had quickly wiped away her tears. "To phir kiya baat hai kyun dukhi ho itna?" Then what's the matter why are you so sad? Premlata had inquired again. The maternal affection in her voice had stabbed Prachi's heart she had suffered long and her mother's absence in the past few days had mentally weakened her she lay her head in her mother's lap and sobbed silently. "Maa main jeena nahin chahti ....mujhey maut kyun nahin aa jaati... main mer kyun nahin jaati. Papa mujhey apney saath kyun nahin ley gaye?" Mom I don't want to live....why don't I die. Why didn't Papa take me with him? Premlata sat stunned whatever had happened to her daughter that had forced her to think on such lines. "Prachi hosh main to ho... kiya bol rahi ho?" Prachi are you in your senses....what are you saying? Premlata had chided her sternly making her sit up she wiped away her tears "Pareshaniyan kis ki zindagi main nahin hoti to kiya sab log marney ki khwahish kerney lagtey hain?" Who doesn't have problems in their life does that all the people should start wishing for death?
Taking her face in her hands Premlata had tenderly kissed Prachi on the forehead "Batao kiya baat hai..... kyun pareshaan ho?" Tell me what's wrong... why are you so worried? she had asked gently this time. "Maa Shashank.... " Mom Shashank...Prachi had hiccuped "Woh kyun mera peecha nahin chorta?" Why doesn't he leave me alone? she had questioned miserably the one question Premlata had no answer to. It was bad enough that a man like Shashank had ever been associated with the Shahs particularly Prachi, Milind had stopped outside the open doorway of his room. He had come up to get his car keys but seeing Prachi sobbing on the bed had him glued to the spot should he leave her in that condition... he pondered when he had heard voices emanating from within. Advancing a few paces he saw Premlata softly kissing Prachi's forehead. He could not hear their conversaton from his vantage point besides he considered it wrong to eavesdrop but his ears pricked when he heard his name being mentioned during the conversation. "Kiya Milind ko malum hai.... is baarey main?" Does Milind know of this? Premlata had asked Prachi who sat dazed her beautiful face devoid of any expression, "Nahin maa" No Prachi had denied Milind's knowledge on the subject.
Gauging by their expressions Milind realized his mother in law wanted him to know about something but Prachi was in no mood of enlightening him what so ever. Well whatever it was it would have to wait as Preeti had rushed past him like a bullet shot with precision right then landing straight at her mother's feet with a thud. Both Premlata and Prachi had been startled at her sudden appearance and then laughed aloud to see her sit there very much obfuscated. Picking her up in her arms Prachi had gently rubbed her small bottom on which she had sit hard minutes before. "Chot to nahin lagi meri gurya ko" Did my doll get hurt? Prachi fussed over her while she smiled kissing Prachi's cheek in response "Nayi Mumma" No Mumma she replied bravely. Premlata had been relieved to see Prachi's attention being diverted and she had thanked God silently for making Preeti a part of their lives touching her face lovingly. "Dekho Prachi ab tum akeli nahin ho tumhara pati, tumhari beti, tumhara ghar in sab ko tumharey saath or saharey kii zarurat hai. Jahaan tak mainey Milind ko jaana hai woh eik buhut acha insaan hai tumhain kabhi koi dukh nahin puhunchaiyga lekin tum bhi us sey kuch mat chupana... vishwas har rishtey kii neev hota hai beta or tum dono key rishtey main koi darar aaye yeh mujh sey sehen nahin hoga." Listen Prachi you'r not alone now. Your husband, your daughter and your home all of them need your assistance and support. As far as I know Milind he's a very nice man he'll never hurt you in any way but you must tell him the entire truth. Trust is the basis of all relationships and if there's a problem in your relationship with him I won't be able to bear it.
Milind had sauntered in then presuming their conversation coming to an end. He felt like an intruder but he had to check on Preeti the fall seemed bad she had caught her foot in the carpet and he hoped she hadn't bruised herself. "Tum dono baatein kero main chalti huun" You both chat I'll leave now Premlata had left the room. Preeti had started jumping on the matress forgetting her hurting bottom, it was one of her favourite activities the high she got out of it made her giggle with pleasure. Though Milind had gotten her a trampoline for that same purpose she never failed to make the most of her time on the bed. "Milind dekhiye issey kitni shararti ho gayi hai abhi to giri thi" Milind just look at how naughty she's become she just had a fall Prachi had tried to make conversation with Milind. She realized she hadn't been very enthusiastic about his offer downstairs but it was not Milind's fault that she felt scared to the bone. Sitting down beside her Milind held on to one of Preeti's hands letting her continue with her game that way she wouldn't jump off the bed then and not disturb them either. "Prachi kal raat key liye I'm sorry" Prachi I'm sorry for last night Milind had apologized he simply could not see Prachi so broken because of his statements the previous night. Prachi had looked up at him in wonder "Aap ney kuch ghalat nahin kiya Milind phir maafi kyun maang rahey hain?" You didn't do anything wrong then why are you apologizing? she had inquired amazement evident from her tone.
"Prachi mujhey koi haq nahin hai terey beetey kal key baarey main jaanney ka, humara rishta sirf eik dikhava hai or yeh shayad main bhulney laga tha.... but I promise aagey sey aisa nahin hoga. Main kabhi tujh sey koi sawaal nahin kerunga, na hee kuch janney kii koshish kerunga per uss waqt ka intizaar kerunga jab tuu khud mujhey sab kuch bataiyegi" Prachi I have no right to probe about your past, our relationship is a farce and I had started forgetting that. But i promise this won't happen in the future. I'm not gonna ask you anything neither will i desire to know anything but Ill time when you'll confide in me yourself saying so he had wiped a stray tear on her cheek with his index finger. "Nahin Milind aap ney koi ghalati nahin kii main hii shayad kuch zyaada emotional ho gayi merey beetey kal main ab sirf yaadein hain or un main sey kuch aisi hain jinhain main bhool jaana chahti hun." No Milind you've not wronged in any way I just got carried away. My past just holds memories some of which i do not wish to remember anymore She had stated truthfully her mother had asked her to be honest and that was all the honesty she could muster for the moment maybe someday she could find enough courage to tell him the whole truth.
Preeti obviously tired of her antics had stopped and now lay flat on the bed panting heavily completely out of breath. Milind had pulled her in his arms checking her out to see if she had received serious injuries but she seemed fine. "Papa ichecleam!" she had demanded as Milind raised his eyebrows at the sudden desire for it "Ice cream khaani hai gurya ko?" My baby wants to eat icecream?and she had shaken her curly head vigorously in assent. "Pehley Mumma sey kaho smile kare phir ice cream" Ask your mother to smile first then icecream he had put his condition forward. Preeti had eyed Prachi dubiously getting to her feet she walked to Prachi "Mumma smile" she implored. Prachi had laughed in amusement after a while watching her comical face as she pouted feigning to be upset on the delay in Prachi's reaction. "Papa mumma smile.. bash" she had flashed a grin to her father who had kissed her spontaneously. "Bas meri jaan ab tayyar ho jao jaldi se... tuu bhi Prachi" Alright sweety now get ready fast...you too Prachi he had informed her and Prachi had shaken her head in turn. Well finally both the girls were happy he had thought watching them head for the washroom together.
It had been a month since Prachi had shifted to Mishra house it astounded Milind at times as to how his house had started feeling like a home now warm and inviting. He liked coming back from a tiring day at work to a welcoming family each evening. His father's face shone with satisfaction serenity etched on it as he'd watch Preeti busy with Prachi. He had hoped for stability in his son's life and had received more than he had desired his son had brought him all the happiness in the world. Prachi had done what medication had not the time she spent with Baba talking to him, cajoling him to take medicines regularly and taking care of the smallest of his whims had breathed new life in the old man. Ofcourse Milind had noticed that and there had been times when he had wished for a miracle to happen, for Prachi to forget Shashank and to accept him as her soul mate. Often when she'd lie asleep he'd stare at her for hours committing her slumbering image to memory, sometimes he'd touch her ever so softly so as not to awaken her to confirm of her being real. He realized he had lost his heart to her but he had promised himself never to enlighten her about his feelings lest she felt the need to abandon her true love in light of his assistance to her family.
He knew she felt indebted to him he had seen it in her eyes often she'd cry in the nights wiping her tears away when she'd hear him turn and he well he had now come to understand her more than himself. He was aware of her likes and dislikes what made her happy and sad when she'd be upset and to what lengths she went to keep him and his family contented. He owed a lot to her not only had Bua bought his fake story of being happily married also Baba had certainly started looking healthier his blood pressure remained very much in control these days and he didn't complain of a paining chest every so often. Premlata and Bua had hit it off since day one both shared a common passion for cooking and often all the women would be seen cooking new assortments in the kitchen. Ramu Kaka couldn't have been more happier with the situation he had many evening's off which meant quality time for listening to Rafi Sahib.
That evening Prachi had been making snacks to serve with tea when Preeti had returned from her afternoon activities in the garden with Ramu Kaka. They had spent a happy hour together he had kept a vigilant watch while she jumped on the tampoline taking to the swings next. Prachi had thought she'd finish off with her work by the time Preeti returned but she'd run late making samosas under Bua's watchful eyes. "Mumma!" Preeti had called from halfway through the stairs rubbing her droopy eyes. The first thing Preeti did after stepping inside was to search for Prachi not having found her in the room she had made her way downstairs. "Preeti" Prachi had called appearing in the doorway to the kitchen directing her to come down to her she returned to take the samosas out of the hot oil and placed them in a plate. Preeti had meanwhile found Naintara and her plate filled with chips. It was a wonder how Naintara always busied herself munching on one eatable or the other right now too she sat crunching chips under her teeth. Preeti had been hungry her little tummy growled as she eyed the plate longingly. Milind had returned home then his meeting being cancelled he had taken the day off and had entered the hall to be greeted with a rather grim spectacle.
Bua sat dozing on the sofa while Baba patiently awaited the samosas his daughter in law had promised him with tea. Preeti tired of waiting for her mother had walked upto Naintara and had picked up her plate of crisps boldly before stuffing a fistful in her own small mouth. Naintara was shocked at the child's cheekiness and was further aggravated when Preeti refused to return her the plate. "Preeti mainey kaha dey do mujhey" Preeti I said give it to me she glared at the child standing in her panties and vest defiantly gripping the plate. "Nayi!" No Preeti replied angrily before running away with it knocking over the bowl of oil placed for Bua's foot massage on the table in haste. In a trice Naintara's new suit had been turned into a canvas painted with oil she stood staring at it horrified. She had just bought the suit and it had cost her a fortune not to mention Bua's icy remarks while she handed her the money citing it as utter waste on a single suit. Watching her stand dejected and irritated Preeti had burst out laughing when something bad had happened, a furious Naintara had slapped Preeti hard on her face. The sound of her hand meeting Preeti's cheek had resounded in the hall Milind had frozen in his tracks while Prachi had emerged from the kitchen then. It was not when she saw Naintara raise her hand at the child again did she understand what had happened but Prachi had been by a very stunned Preeti's side as quick as a flash. Before Naintara could strike her again Prachi had caught her wrist in mid air jerking it away outraged "Khabardar jo meri beti per haath uthaya to" Don't you dare raise your hand to my daughter she had warned Naintara furiously.
"Zara tameez nahin sikhayi issey saarey kaprey kharab ker diye merey" You've not taught her any manners she spoilt my clothes Naintara had admonished her. "Kaprey duusrey aa jaeingey tumharey liye, aaj tak mainey iss per haath nahin uthaya isskey Papa ney issey kabhi ghussey main chua tak nahin or tumney issey thappar maara? Kaisey Naintara? Himmat kaisey hui tumhari issey thappar maarney kii?" You'll get new clothes, I've never raised my hand over her, her father's never touched her in anger then how dare you slap her? How Naintara? Prachi had lashed out at a shocked Naintara. Bua had awoken amidst the pandemonium and Baba had watched silently he certainly had not liked the way Naintara had hit Preeti she was afterall a child and it was but natural of her to act michieviously. "Ab bas bhi karo bahu kiya jaan lo gi Taara ki..." Stop it now are you gonna hang her for it Bua had reprimanded Prachi. "I'm sorry Bua lekin aagey sey agar Naintara ney Preeti per haath uthaya to main bhuul jaungi keh woh yahaan mehmaan hai. Preeti kii maa abhi zinda hai or merey hotey huey koi uss per haath uthaye yeh main bardasht nahin kerungi" I'm sorry aunt but if Naintara raises her hand over my daughter the next time I'm gonna forget she's a guest here. Preeti's mother is alive and I won't see anyone subjecting her to any kind of abuse saying so Prachi had picked up a mute Preeti in her arms and had left for her room.
Part 44
Milind still could not believe what he had just witnessed had Prachi stopped Naintara and back answered Bua for his daughter he was wonderstruck. True he knew Prachi loved Preeti but to such an extent was news to him he walked on to see his Baba look up at him with wet eyes "Aaj ehsaas hua mujhey tuuney patni chunney main koi ghalati nahin kii" Today I realized you didn't go wrong choosing a wife for yourself he had smiled at Milind. "Ab jaa warna bethi ro rahi hogi" Now go else she'll be sitting crying he had chuckled knowing full well Prachi's soft heart and her loving nature. Milind had smiled back at him squeezing his shoulder reassauringly and ascended the stairs to his room he could hear Bua curse Tara for her heartlessness in the background. He had entered the room noiselessly to see Prachi sit rocking Preeti in her arms "Mumma sey keh deti chips khaaney they to Tara Bua key kyun liye?" You could've told Mumma you wanted chips why did you take Tara aunty's? she had asked the child who watched her with thoughtful eyes. Prachi understood Preeti was in shock Milind had never raised a finger at her neither had let anyone else do so, the slap was a totally new experience for Preeti. It worried Prachi that Preeti had not cried after being hit rather had not uttered a single word since then. Normally children cried when they were subjucted to physical abuse but Preeti had reacted quite the opposite and no amount of consolation on Prachi's part had appeared helpful. She simply refused to show any reaction at all rather sat numbed in her lap "Preeti kuch to bolo dard to nahin ho raha..." Preeti say something are you hurt. Prachi was close to tears she simply could not see her that way cold and unresponsive. Milind could see Prachi was finding it difficult to put up with Preeti's way of mourning he knew his daughter inside out Preeti normally didn't cry it was a trait she had inherited from him. Like him she remained silent when hurt or depressed it usually appeared out of the blue for people who didn't know her well but he was her father he had known her ever since she was born how would he not understand her. Taking his seat beside Prachi he had yanked off his coat opening his shirt buttons he rolled up his sleeves upto his arms all the time smiling at Preeti. When she still didn't respond he had lifted her from Prachi's lap placing her in his own. "Kiya hua meri beti naraaz hai kiya Papa sey?" What happened is my daughter upset with Papa? he had asked gently smoothing her curls, she had looked up at him before slowly shaking her head in the negative. "To phir aaj chocolate nahin chahiye?" Then you don't want chocolate today? he had inquired again in an attempt to make small talk with her and she had denied the offer too.Taking her small face in his palm he had kissed her on the nose "Baat bhi nahin kerogi?" You won't even talk? Milind had whispered in her ear and she had given in.
"Papa..... Tala aanti...." Preeti had finally found her tongue after several agonizing minutes passed by complaining to her father she gesticulated the manner in which Naintara had slapped her, hugging her father tightly at the end of the demonstration. Milind had wrapped his arms protectively around her ruffling her curls as she clung to him her head resting on his broad shoulder her eyes spilling tears. He gently patted her kissing her cheek softly "Ab aapko koi cheez chahiye ho Papa sey kehna ya phir Mumma sey. Dusron kii cheezain cheentey nahin.... theek hai" Now you want something ask me or Mumma. Don't snatch other people's things... ok he had explained to her murmuring in her ear and she had nodded in assent. He had stood up then pacing the room with calculated steps he hummed softly rocking her till she seemed to have fallen asleep in his arms. He had laid her on the bed then kissing her on her forehead wiping away her tears. Prachi had been witnessing this dumbfoundedly she was awed by the level of understanding both father and daughter shared what was notable and rather remarkable was the way Milind gauged her pain and had soothed her troubled little heart. A tear had fallen down Prachi's eye and rested on Milind's hand he had watched her carefully for a few minutes before wiping another one that had found it's way on her cheek. "Chot ussey lagi hai dard tujhey ho raha hai" She's the one who's got hurt and it's paining you he had stated "Itna pyaar mat ker iss sey Prachi keh phir juda hona kayamath lagney lagey. Tu or main to samajhdaar hain qismet ka likha samajh ker bhuul jayeingey lekin main issey yun taraptey nahin dekh sakunga" Don't love her to an extent where parting with her might feel like the end of the world. You and i are grown ups we can understand separation deeming it as fate but I can't see her fretting over it he had pleaded.
"Rishtey itni aasani sey bhulaye jaatey Milind to phir duniya main dukh naam ki koi cheez nahin hoti. Per yehi to dukh ka kaaran hotey hain, meri zindagi main ab buhut andhera hai Milind or roshni ki wajeh sirf aap or aapka parivaar mujh sey jeeney kii wajeh kyun cheen lena chahtey hain aap?" If relationships were this easy to forget no one in the world would've been unhappy, but sadly they are the reason for all the pain. My life is extremely dark Milind you and your family are the only ray of light in it why do you wish to deprive me of my reason to live ?she had questioned him ruefully. "Jaisey teri marzi main na tujhey dukhi dekh sakta huun na issey per shayad tum dono ko khushiyan dena merey bas main nahin.." As you wish I cannot see either you or her hurt but it seems happiness is something I'm unable to provide you both with he had sighed walking out in the balcony. There was a waxing moon out that night and it shone brilliantly covering the world like a thick cold blanket of silver Prachi had followed him outside too. "Aap sey agar aaj main kuch manguun Milind inkaar to nahin kareingey?" If I ask you for something Milind will you deny it? Prachi had asked him meekly. "Nahin" NoMilind had replied promptly "Aaj jaisey aap ney Preeti ko samjha kabhi agar mujhey aapkey saharey ki zarurat pari to deingey aap mera saath. Kabhi agar mujhey aapkey saath kii aapkey yaqeen kii zarurat ho, aap kareingey mujh per vishvaas?" Today as you understood Preeti if I ever require your support would you understand me? If I were ever to need your faith in me would you believe me? she had questioned him hope flickering in her eyes. Milind had looked at her deeply for what seemed like eons he knew she was driven by fear and wished to seek solace in his answer but did she really need to ask him. Was the answer not evident she just had to look in his eyes to know what he felt for her. His procrastination had caused Prachi to repent her decision to ask him to believe her she had known though he wouldn't have denied her help, his eyes had said so even if his lips didn't. "Haan...." Yes... Milind had replied after a while "Karunga tujh per vishvaas kyunki tujh per to aaj bhi vishvaas hai mujhey" I'll believe you because I believe you right now too he had informed her honestly. "Phir chahey duniya merey khilaaf ho....tab bhi?" Even if the whole wide world is against me.... even then? Prachi had extended her query causing Milind to revert his eyes back from the lawns to her beauteous face. "Duniya kuch bhi kahey mujhey parwah nahin isski" I don't care about the world it can keep saying what it wants to he had stated calmly folding his hands on his chest. Prachi had cast an appetent look at him before tearing her gaze away from his handsome face she could not stand there for long then and had disappeared in the room. Much later when Milind had entered it he had found it empty Prachi had seemed to have left, thinking she might've gone to serve dinner he had quickly changed and then lay beside Preeti on the bed soon entering dream world himself.
Ali had arrived late in the afternoon the next day being a Sunday he had lazed off before dropping in to have a word with Prachi. He still had not forgotten the detective's advice and hoped to draw information on Prachi's past from her. Milind and Preeti were splashing in the pool it had been hot and Milind had thought it best to teach Preeti a few tricks of the trade helping her paddle in the water. Prachi watched from a distance seated in a shaded spot sipping on fresh lime when Ali had popped in. "Kiya ho raha hai aaj yahaan yeh dono swimming competition main bhaag ley rahey hain kiya?" What's happening here are these two entering some swimming competition? he had laughed watching Milind train Preeti. "Arey bhaiyya aap kab aaye?" Oh brother when did you come? Prachi had questioned pleasantly "Chai laun aapkey liye?" Shall I bring tea for you? she had asked. "Itni garmi main maaro gi kiya thanda laao fatafat" You gonna kill me in this heat get me something cold fast Ali had ordered her making himself comfortable on the wicker chair. Prachi had returned a few minutes later carrying a jug full of lemonade. She had poured out a glass to him which he sipped in satisfaction "Dil khush ho gaya mera!" I'm very much satisfied he had remarked aloud grinning ear to ear. Prachi had watched him contemplatively for a while trying to gather courage when Ali had observed her looking at him pensively. "Kuch puuchna hai Prachi?" Do you wish to ask something?he had inquired leaving her flustered "Haan bhaiyya... woh..." Yes brother...I she stammered."To pucho na ghabra kyun rahi ho.." Then ask why are you getting nervous? he had smiled at her patting her head affectionately. "Bhaiyya Milind itni cigarette kyun peetey hain?" Brother why does Milind smoke so much? she had finally put forward the sole thought that had plagued her mind ever since she had met Milind. It hurt her to see him waste himself over the slim rolls of tobacco he puffed by the dozen each day. Sometimes she'd wake up in the mornings to find the ash trays over flowing with burnt stubs and her heart would bleed to see his discoloured lips as he'd lay asleep beside Preeti. She had had enough of it and wanted to put a stop to it, she vividly recalled the way he had snubbed her query regarding the habit while they dined in the restaurant a couple of months back. Back then she was afraid of him and had not understood his condition as much as she did now but the fact that she despised the habit remained the same she simply could not bear to see him give in to such an injurious leisurely pursuit.
Ali had fixed his eyes on Milind happily splashing in the blue with Preeti it took him some time to return his gaze to a very curious Prachi. "Insaan ki zindagi main jab umeed khatam ho jaati hai to jeeney ki khwahish bhi mar jaaya kerti hai Prachi" When a person loses hope he even loses the reason to live Prachi he had spoken haltingly. "Yeh aadat Milind ko jail main lagi thii tab haalat aur they uski zindagi beymaqsad thii. Tab qanoon ney ussey qaatil qarar dey diya tha, maut key intizaar sey behter us ney maut ko galey lagana samjha. Wahaan buhut log piya kertey they iss aas main keh phansi sey pehley lung cancer sey mar jayeingey. Buhut samjhaya mainey ussey lekin....... ab shayad aadat ho gayi hai issey khud ko jalaney ki". Milind picked up this habit in jail back then things were different Indian law had deemed a ruthless murdere. Instead of waiting for death he thought he'd embrace it himself. Lots of people smoked there in a hope to contract lung cancer before they got hanged. Placing his empty glass on the wicker table he had looked up at her with inquisitive eyes "Per ab tak to tumko iss ki smoking sey koi problem nahin thi phir aaj yeh sawaal kyun?".But you never had a prolem with him smoking then why this question today? Prachi had toyed with the lemon slice perched atop her glass before meeting his amused gaze "Bhaiyya main unhain aisey nahin dekh sakti, din raat itni cigarette unki sehat key liye achi nahin. Woh mujhey kuch batatey nahin bas chup chaap saara ghum akeley sehna chahtey hain. Main kiya kerun soch soch ker main pareshaan ho gayi huun keh unhain kaisey rokun...." Brother I can't see him this way, excessive smoking day and night is not good for his health. He won't confide in me about his problems, wants to bear it all alone. What do I do I'm so worried thinking of ways to make him stop....her turmoil was evident from the way her voice quivered during the last sentence. "Hmmm" Ali had mused for a few minutes "Eik raasta hai merey paas.....lekin" I have an idea...but he had paused in mid sentence peering at her questioningly "Ker paogi yeh sab uskey liye?" Will you be able to do it for him?Prachi had shifted her gaze from him to a dripping Milind laughing at Preeti's attempts to swim like him. "Unkey liye to kuch bhi ker sakti huun main" I'll do anything for him she had answered determinedly her mind set to conquer all hurdles that threatened to harm Milind in any way.
Sapna waited impatienty outside the arrivals section of the airport lounge Shashank was nowhere to be seen. His flight had landed and he would be by her side any minute her happiness knew no bounds. It was true she loved Shashank more than he loved her they had met at a discotheque in Mud Island owned by him she'd been invited to a friend's party and surprisingly they had hit it off the first evening. In a month's time they had become inseparable but there were times when Sapna felt she was really a ruse to him, a mere pawn he intended to use for some bigger purpose. She'd fight with then call him names but he always managed to placate her, blandish and adulate her in the choicest of manner making her fall in love with him all over again. She stood tapping her feet eyeing her wrist watch when she felt someone pull her by her waist. She twirled round to see Shashank grin at her his eyes glittering like bits of jewels hugging her close he had captured her lips in a dominating kiss. Moments later when they had parted Sapna had blushed involuntarily "Shashank sab dekh rahey hain" Shashank everyone's watching she had whispered guiltily. "Dekhney do Shashank Saxenna kisi sey derta nahin waisey bhi tum meri ho...... sirf meri" Let them Shashank Saxenna is not afraid of anyone besides you'r mine..... just mine he had given her a seductive smile. Once back at his apartment he hadn't wasted any time in stripping off her attire quenching his thirst with her beauty. As she lay bare against him his hands had outlined her curves expertly making her want him from the bottom of her heart giving in to his desires letting him play with her like an ace. Much later when they lay sated she had asked him the same question she always used to ask "Shashank hum shaadi kab kareingey?" Shashank when will we get married?. "Kar leingey jaan jaldi kiya hai abhi umer hii kiya hai tumhari jo in sab chakron main par rahi ho..." Oh we'll do it besides you'r too young to get yourself in these problems there's a lifetime for it he had smiled slyly. "Per Shashank kab tak ab to mumma bhi mujh sey tumharey baarey main puuchney lagi hain.." But Shashank till when do we stall this my mother's started asking about you now she was genuinely worried as her mother wanted her married soon. "Baat ker lunga main mumma sey" I'll talk to your mom he had cajoled her turning her towards him "Per" But she had tried to protest when he had silenced her with a passionate kiss running her hands up her thighs making her moan with pleasure right now he was hungry and she was a feast waiting to be devoured.
Part 45
Prachi sat awaiting Milind in their room when Ali had explained her the plan not only was she taken aback but rather hesitant simply because she thought it would never work. Ali had though asked her to trust him on it and had taught her how to smoke a cigarette without coughing on the smog. She hated it instantly but was forced to do so because Ali felt it was the only way Milind would stop smoking himself, Prachi still had not been able to make a connection between the two acts. Why would her starting to smoke effect Milind in any way so much so that he'd quit on the cursed habit himself it simply did not make sense. But she trusted Ali and had let him tutor her on the activity making her puff a couple of sticks before deeming her ready for action and now she sat shrouded in smoke despising herself each time she put the cigarette to her lips. Her throat felt parched her lips dry it felt as if her insides would burst into flames any minute she felt suffocated and desperately wished for Milind to come soon. Ali had given her a missed call on her cell Milind was headed upstairs Preeti thankfully had been busy with Premlata downstairs and Prachi did not have to worry about her showing up amidst the act. Milind had entered the room to a shocking scenario Prachi sat on the sofa near the open window smoking or rather trying to smoke efficiently blinking hard to stop the water that threatened to spill from her eyes. What was wrong with her he had thought astounded and in a few strides stood by her side "Yeh kiya ker rahi hai Prachi?" he had inquired his tone, dead pan. Prachi's hands had trembled when she heard him he certainly had not liked what he had seen it was evident from the iciness in his voice. Clutching the cigarette tightly between her fingers she tried her best to act coolly.... "Kuch nahin aaj mainey socha thora main bhi try ker leti huun, aap jo roz peetey hain yaqeenan achi hoti hogi haina?" she had smiled up at him.
Milind's blood had started boiling as Prachi sucked at the filter like a pro "Kab sey pii rahi hai?" he had inquired patiently fighting the urge to give her a tight slap. "Thorey dinon sey" she had answered truthfully lowering her gaze guiltily. "Kyun?" he had questioned her again such sort of behaviour was not expected of her and he would certainly not see her continue this course of action. "Jeeney key liye" Prachi had replied looking at him in the eye and Milind was reminded of the time they had lunched together that was the exact same answer he had given to her. "Bakwaas band ker Prachi or aainda agar issey haath lagaya to haath tor duunga terey samjhi" he had viciously snatched the cigarette from her putting it out in a nearby ash tray. "Aap kon hotey hain mujhey rokney waaley or yeh aap mujh sey keh rahey hain jo khud itni saari peetey hain din raat....... aapko koi haq nahin mujhey mana kerney ka" she had answered stubbornly before reaching for another one from the packet. "Tera dimagh kharab ho gaya hai Prachi... tuu hosh main to hai?" Milind had hollered catching her by her arms shaking her thoroughly Prachi stood wincing as his fingers dug in her arms forcefully she had no idea her action was going to cause such a serious reaction from him. "Itni hii buri hai to aap kyun peetey hain.....aap ko sab kuch kerney ki ijazat hai mujhey nahin" she had protested in his firm hold ignoring his glowering eyes which made her feel as if she had committed a heinous crime.
Milind had gazed at her petulantly his fingers slacking as he finally let go of her it was true he smoked to a dangerous extent but it was a habit now and expending it was no easy task. "Bataiye Milind aap jo peetey hain woh sahi hai or agar mainey pii lii to burai hai?" she had questioned him again meekly this time she felt miserable for having causing him such heartache but it was for his own good. "Prachi mujh main or tujh main farq hai..." he had tried to explain in vain. "Koi farq nahin aap main or mujh main aap zindagi sey chutkara chahtey or mujhey bhi jeeney kii koi wajeh nazar nahin aati phir agar maqsad eik hai to raasta eik kyun nahin ho sakta?" she had reprimanded him openly. "Main piyungi zarur piyungi or eik din mar jaungi, yeh meri zindagi hai or issey apney hisaab sey jeeney ka haq hai mujhey" she had stated defiantly when he had held her ruthlessly by her arms catching her completely off guard. "Marna hai to mar ja, jee ker mujh per ehsaan nahin ker rahi waisey hii thak gaya huun main sab key liye jee ker!"
Prachi had not expected such a severe retaliation to her comment and gasped in surprise staring him wide eyed. For a moment she was compelled to tell him the truth tell him that she loved him and it hurt her to see him inch closer to certain doom each day because of his cursed habit her eyes glazed with a film of tears, she could see it hadn't been easy for him to watch her following his foot steps. "Sach sunna chahti hai to sun us jail kii chaar deewari main dum ghutta tha mera uss gunah ki saza bhugat raha tha jisey mainey kabhi kiya nahin. Tab jab zindagi ka har darwaza band ho gaya tha tab mujhey laga jeeney ki ab koi wajeh nahin marna to waisey bhi hai phir main maut ka intizaar kyun karun" he bored his eyes in hers his voice icy cold istrumental in making her understand all that had happened in that short duration of his sentence had left him hard and cruel to his ownself. "Tab haar ker mainey iss main zindagi ko dhunda tha haan maanta huun ghalat kiya lekin kiya kerun keh aadat ho gayi hai meri....." he had lashed at her furiously. "Or tuu kehti hai farq nahin hum main" he criticised her sarcastically....... "farq hai Prachi Shah farq hai. Farq hai zindagion ka, farq hai hadson ka, farq hai chahaton ka buhut farq hai hum main" he had bellowed angrily. "Nahin chahta main keh tujhey koi takleef ho Prachi tuu kyun nahin samajhti.." he had murmured helplessly pulling her closer to him in an attempt to pacify her. "Or aap kyun nahin samajhtey keh mujhey takleef hoti hai jab aap dukhi hotey hain, takleef hoti hai mujhey aapko yun is dhuawein main jalta dekh ker..." she had whispered sobbing she had died a hundred deaths in these few moments of their confrontation hating herself for being the cause of his suffering. "Prachi ab yeh chorna namumkin hai" he had stated matter of factly releasing her so that she stood staring at him aghast. "Or merey liye aap ko yun pal pal jalta dekhna namumkin hai" she had said in a moist tone completely broken, something in her voice had caused him to gaze at her with such longing he feared she might just read his thoughts. Steeling himself he had looked away hoping she would not press the issue further but alas "Theek hai aap apni zid puri kijiye main apni zid puri kerungi jab tak aap yeh peena nahin choreingey Milind I promise main bhi nahin chorungi phir chahey kuch ho jaye" she had informed him in a clear though wet tone before exiting the room.
It had been a week since their confrontation and Prachi had kept her word though she alone knew how she mustered up the courage to do so, she would smoke regularly after Preeti would fall asleep, the minute Milind would reach for a cigarette she would do the same. It was frustrating for Milind to see her act insanely he had thought he would ignore her and she would finally give up on him but she had proved more implacable than he had imagined. Ali had kept a constant watch on the two and fretted inwardly on directing Prachi on this path now both of them were hell bent to make each other despair but he knew there was no other way out. If Milind were to give up on it Prachi was the only one who could make him do so his love for her would change him for the better he knew that for a fact. Both Milind and Prachi were not on speaking terms with each other several times Prachi had thought of talking to Milind but she knew it would be no use. It wasn't his fault that he acted indifferently to her he had formed a nasty habit which definitely would take time to wear off and Prachi hoped he'd succumb to the emotional blackmail soon. She knew he couldn't stay mad at her long neither could he bear to see her that distraught he himself had said so too she hoped and prayed he'd have a change of heart soon. Bua had asked Prachi to prepare for Karvachaut it was her first fast and Bua had wanted it to be one she would cherish for a lifetime. Milind was totally unaware of the preparations at hand he had considered it another one of the countless pujas Bua kept conducting and would hardly take any interest in the matter.
His current concern lay with Prachi and her newfound obsession with tobbacco "Edhi ho gayi hai saali maanti nahin kuch" he had complained to Ali the other day. "Tuu maanta hai kisi ka kehna jo ussey ilzaam dey raha hai" Ali had thrown it back in his face mercilessly. "To tuu kiya chahta hai manmaani kerney duun usko kal ko beemar ho gayi to?" Milind had replied irritated. "Tuu itney waqt sey pii raha hai...tujhey kuch hua? Nahin na phir woh bhi theek rahey gi" Ali had back answered he was in mood to buy Milind's lame excuses. "Meri maan to chor aa ussey uskey ghar theek ho jayegi , tuu itna bhao deta hai ussey isi liye tera meter ghumati rehti hai" Ali had proposed cunningly knowing full well Milind would never do such a thing. "Saala sab key sab paagal ho gaye hain idhar" Milind had cast a bloody look in his direction throwing a cushion at him which Ali had caught deftly smiling at him as he stomped off to his father's room.
Milind had left for office early he simply could not bear to be in the same space with Prachi now. Her silence was killing him inwardly and it took every ounce of her patience to see Milind leave without having breakfast. She had cleared the table disheartedly when Baba had called her to his room reaching there she was surprised to see Bua and her mother already present. Baba had then handed her a platter filled with accessories customary to the occassion covered with a red cloth. "Milind kii maa hoti to tumhain deti per ab woh nahin hai to main dey raha huun. Mujhey vishvaas hai aaj ka din tumharey or Milind key liye buhut saari khushian laayega" he had smiled patting her head and she had touched his feet in devotion. Her mother had smiled serenely as Bua had handed her a gold chain as a gift for the evening. "Iski kiya zarurat thii Bua" she had tried to forbid her but Bua was adamant on her accepting it as she had got it made specially for her. "Pehla karvachat hai tumhara haq banta hai beta" she had smiled kissing her cheek. Bua certainly had formed a soft spot for Prachi in her heart not only had Prachi won her over by her selfless acts and kind gestures also Bua had noticed how keenly she had taken care of her brother and his family. It gave her immense pleasure to think that finally she would be leaving the house in capable hands. The day had passed quickly come evening the house had started filling with guests Prachi's first karvachaut was certainly going to be memorable.
Milind had been trying hard to focus on his work a the office but to no avail everytime he thought of smoking a cigarette Prachi's image would flash in his mind. Her teary eyes and trembling lips had him going insane with fury why was she torturing him and herself. He knew she hated the smoke often he'd seen her cough incessantly after smoking a few sticks she'd go scarlet trying to smother her coughs by burying her face in her pillow but that didn't turn her off from putting another one to her lips.He knew if this prevailed he would very well have to give up smoking himself and that drove him mad to think that he'd have to give in to her. Damn it he had pounded his fist in the wall forcefully first his house then his life and now his thoughts the woman didn't let him have peace anywhere. He had not been able to smoke with a clear concience once after that incident it annoyed him to think that Prachi was in a sense ruling him if not directly then indirectly. She did not say much but when she did it made sense and no matter how hard he tried to suppress that inner voice of his it kept chiding him for his actions. He knew he was acting renitantly and it was costing him, he just couldn't stand seeing her smoke. Opening his shirt buttons he stood infront of the aircondition vent in an attempt to cool himself off but it was no use. Despite the minimal temperature in the room he felt as if he was on fire being scorched slowly and steadily. As the clock struck eight he had wrapped up his work clicking the lights shut he closed his office behind him. Tonight he was going to have a word with her and she had better comply he had thought decisively before throwing his coat on his arm angrily enough was enough.
Parking the Kompressor in the garage he had sprinted towards the threshold as he stepped inside he was faced with another dilemma what the hell was happening here. He stood perplexed scanning the premises it seemed women of all sizes and colours had appeared magically from thin air just to crowd his house. Prachi sat amidst a few smiling as they examined the artistically painted henna patterns on her palms time froze then all that he saw was her in that crimson lehenga she had worn at their wedding reception. He couldn't decide whether she had looked prettier back then or now glowing with happiness her eyes were starry probably reminiscing some memorable moment spent. Her lips turned at the corners she gazed at her hands with hope, desire and a yearning he could not understand. Sensing him nearby her eyes had flicked in his direction and he had seen them light up shining radiantly as his charcoal ones met hers. For a moment he was tempted to smile back but he reminded himself that he was supposed to be furious at her. Picking his way through the crowd he managed to reach the kitchen where Premlata stood overlooking the dishes prepared for the evening. "Maa yeh kiya ho raha hai ghar main?" he had questioned irritably. "Beta aaj to karvachaut hai Prachi ka pehla vrath hai woh bhi tumharey liye isi liye tumharey Baba or Bua ney in sab logon ko bulaya hai" she had smiled informing him about the details regarding the event underway. Milind had looked at her speechless today was karvachaut and Prachi had even kept a fast for him...what was she, mad. She didn't have to play her role as a dutiful wife to such lengths she didn't need to fast that too for him. "Maa iski kiya zarurat thi?" he had questioned crossly. "Arey iss main ghussa kerney waali konsi baat hai... tumhari patni hai beta woh nahin rakheygi to or kon rakheygi?" Premlata had laughed aloud at his perturbation "Yeh to rasm hai nibhani to pareygi ab jao ja ker tayyar ho jao chand abhi nikalta hii hoga." Milind's head had turned in Prachi's direction once again "Chand to kab ka nikal aaya maa" he had mumbled causing Premlata to follow his gaze to her daughter watching her painted hands with a shy smile playing on her lips. "Kiya tohfa liya usskey liye?" Premlata hai asked a distracted Milind standing mute in the doorway "Haan!" he had jolted out of his wayward thoughts at her call. "Mainey pucha kiya tohfa liya usskey liye? Liya bhi keh bhool gaye?" Premlata had joked smiling at her son in law she certainly had come to love him as her own flesh and blood. "Tohfa....." he had echoed would his love for her qualify as a gift... he had thought..... maybe not. "Hmm tohfa" he had looked back at Premlata watching him in anticipation "Tohfa to hai per shayad uskey qaabil nahin" he had stated turning to leave for his room.
Part 46
Milind had entered his room with heavy feet this was too much for him to handle when he had consented on faking a relationship with Prachi he had no idea of the complexities that would arise in the course of time. He had after a long and torturous battle between the heart and mind accepted that his feelings for Prachi had changed from sympathy to admiration and now he feared he loved her more than anyone in this entire world. He hated to admit it but the fact was that she made him complete he couldn't imagine a single day without her. The past week had been miserable for him she wouldn't speak to him though she carried on with her duties regularly she would lay his clothes complete with daily accessories before he went for his morning shower, at the table she'd serve him food the same way. Even when he'd leave the house she'd wait by the doorway till his car vanished in the distance, when he returned home she'd serve him tea. Prepare his night clothes get him dinner and the daily glass of milk he took before sleeping but all these chores were performed wordlessly. Sometimes the silence between them frustrated him so much he wished he could take her by her arms and shake her hard. Show her how deep it cut him to see her that way on top of that her complaining eyes made him feel guilty and he did not like that at all. But he couldn't... couldn't tell her he loved her, couldn't explain to her what longing he felt when she touched him. How he ached for her and hoped against hopes that one day she'd understand him and crave him they way he craved her. The bedroom's lights were out and he preferred it that way tonight he felt as if he stood at a brink if he took a step further it would be fatal in a sense he had no clue of, he had dropped on the bed wearily. He felt caught in a trap one that had no escape he had tried hard not to fall in love with her and yet it had all turned out to be in vain his heart had on the contrary opened it's doors wide for Prachi to walk into it without any qualms. Tonight reminded him of a night similar to this one and to him it seemed like a lifetime had passed between the two. He sincerely wished Kaajal hadn't left him no matter how grave the circumstances atleast he knew what he had to do. His mind was focused even if his heart were not he had had a fair idea of his responsibilities and priorities but now it felt as if he were thrust in a pool of a quicksand and he was fast sinking in it. His desire for Prachi was overriding his reasoning and there were times when he seriously contemplated on proposing her making her his forever but then there was the issue of Shashank which too needed to be adressed. How he prayed he could have some sort of insight into Prachi's thoughts and feelings. It troubled him to think that she had not once mentioned Shashank to him did she not trust him enough to confide about her love life to him. He remembered too the promise he had made of not questioning her about her previous life giving her time and space to share her innermost feelings with him. He hoped he would soon be aquitted of this wait and would be enlightened on the truth by her.
"Milind uthiye na chand nikal aaya hai" she had shaken his arm gently as he lay exhausted. It had been moments before he had entered the house, today was special for her and he knew she had looked forward to this day since long. Removing his arm away from his eyes he had looked up to see her smiling radiantly at him. She was beautiful he had known but she looked stunning tonight dressed in her wedding attire her favourite crimson saree. "Chal" he had smiled lifting her in his strong arms as she wrapped hers around his neck kissing him softly on his lips she had snuggled upto him as he carried her to the chawl terrace. Dozens of heads had turned towards them as they took their place there. Some had smiled at them while others had whispered conspiratorially, Ali had greeted them with a wave from afar. She had performed aarti and after completing the rituals he had made her drink water from the small copper vessel biting in a bit of sweetmeat he held to her she had looked at him with love. "Aap hamesha yunhi merey saath rahiyega Milind.... meri zindagi main aap key baad koi khuwahish nahin" she had whispered and he had hugged her silently. "Bhook nahin lagi tujhey?" he had asked her on their way to their home. "Aapkey bina khaati huun kiya main?" she had replied and he had smiled as she glowed like an angel smiling fondly at him. Ali had joined them for dinner as Sukriti served them food "Terey ghar main khana nahin bana saaley" Milind had joked punching him on the shoulder playfully. "Dekho bhabhi ab yeh mujhey ghar main bhi nahin aaney deta.... takleef ho rahi hai issey merey khaaney sey" he had complained to Kaajal who smiled at their antics revelling in their happiness. "Merey hotey huey tumhain koi kuch nahin kaheyga jitna marzi khana hai khao beta tumhara apna ghar hai" Baba had said tousling Ali's hair lovingly joining them on the mat laid on the floor. "Milind tuu kisi deal key liye gaya tha naa ho gayi kiya?" Baba had asked him as they ate in a pleasant atmosphere. "Haan Baba ho gayi bas kuch dinon kii baat hai phir aapko bhi dikhaunga" he had smiled at his father. "Chalo acha hua Kaajal subeh sey pareshaan thi ab tak to najaaney kitni baar puja ker chuki hogi" his father had enlightened him chuckling on his wife's activities in his absence. He had flicked his eyes to Kaajal who feeling them on her had turned beet root red and had hers glued on the plate kept infront of her. Averting his gaze from her he had smiled inwardly she was still a child in many many ways.
Later that night as he lay beside her he felt her kiss his cheek tenderly, opening his eyes he found her gazing back at him longingly "Neend nahin aa rahi?" he had questioned. "Umm hmm" she had answered combing his curls with her slender fingers. She lay next to him her head resting on her propped elbow while her velvet hair cascaded down the sides of her hand. Her skin smelled of perfumed oil making her lay her head on the pillow he had faced her touching her jaw line tenderly and she savoured his touch on her skin closing her eyes as his palm cupped her face. "Kaajal aaj karvachaut tha na............. mainey tujhey koi gift nahin diya" he had spoken moving his thumb across her cheek when she had silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. "Merey liye aap qismat ka diya hua sab sey anmol tohfa hain Milind, aapkey saamney mujhey har cheez beymol lagti hai. Mujhey gift kii koi zarurat nahin aap hain na merey paas" and he had smiled kissing her forehead. "Per mera farz hai tujhey gift dena har pati deta hai apni patni ko," saying so he had walked to their cupbord and taking out a black file had handed it to her taking his place beside her on the bed. She had sit up straight and after going through the contents had given it back to him "To yeh deal thii aapki.... mujhey khushi hai aapki mehnat rang laayi hai" she had placed her soft hand over his. "Haan or ab yeh tera hai" he had said beaming at her with pride it was his biggest accomplishment. A white marbled and columned mansion in a posh locality in Mumbai with sprawling lawns and a wonderful view his lifelong dream had finally come true. "Mera!" she had echoed in disbelief. "Milind mera ghar to wahin hai jahaan aap hain phir hum chahey kahin bhi rahein" she had stated sidling close to him she interlaced her fingers with his gazing at him through wet eyes. Placing his free finger under her chin he had brought her face closer kissing away her tears. "Paagal hai tuu" he had laughed "aapkey pyaar main" she had added as he embraced her warmly. "Humarey naye ghar main mujhey sab kuch naya chahiye" Milind had teased her cuddling her gently "boley to nayi patni bhi.... theek hai na" Milind had said jestfully looking down to see her lay against him. "Kyun...." she had raised her head from his chest incredulously anguish writ large in her soft brown eyes. "Main achi nahin lagti aapko?" she had inquired ruefully biting her lower lip in remorse hoping it to be a joke.
"Nahin" Milind had answered seriously supressing a smile "Tujh sey to Baba ney shaadi kerwayi hai meri ab main apni pasand ki larki sey kerunga shaadi jo smart hogi, sexy hogi terey jaisi nahin hogi seedhi saadhi". She had silently pulled away from him a lone tear escaping down her cheek she had turned her face the other away and had lain on the pillow to sleep. Milind had thought she would take it in spirit and pass some witty remark in response yet she had considered it as true deeply hurt by his intentions. "Kaajal.... aye Kaajal .... naraaz ho gayi kiya mujh sey?" he had called out to her touching her subtly but she refused to acknowledge him burying her face in her pillow she tried to shut him out. Pulling the coverlet over her she cried bitterly her body shaking as she sobbed making Milind fret over his joke. "Kaajal... Kaajal" Milind had summoned her but when she did not relent he had pushed away the coverlet and taking her firmly by her arms made her sit facing him. "Kyun ro rahi hai itna main kiya sach main jaa raha huun shaadi kerney?" he certainly had not expected such childishness from her. Kaajal had hidden her face in her hands her tears streaming as she hiccuped uncontrollably Milind's heart had gone out to her he knew ever since she had first laid eyes on him Kaajal had loved him from the core of her very being. "Main aapko ........pasand nahin zabardasti karwayi .......hai na Baba ney humari shaadi, per ......main kiya kerun .........Milind main aapsey .......buhut pyaar kerti huun" she had hiccuped crying pitifully unable to control her tears. Milind had been burdened with guilt then "Kaajal main sirf or sirf tera huun " he had whispered softly pulling her close kissing her on the exposed part of her shoulder."Tuu meri patni hai or koi bhi iss rishtey ko nahin tor sakta samjhi" he had cajoled her smoothing her stray tresses away from her face. He wiped away her tears watching her lips quiver in relief he had bent down to capture them in his own kissing her softly first then deeply his hands reaching for her warmth pulling off her nightgown he made her lie beneath him his lips wreaking havoc on her senses. She had stifled a sob moaning slightly as his hands travelled to her bosom denuding her completely she had helped take off his kurta running her fingers down his spine trying her best to keep her heart from bursting with pleasure. Guiding his lips down her neck he sucked at it making each pore in her body go mad with desire till she had finally given in to her plight and yearning. She had tried to bear his sensuous assault mutely but as his hands traced her thighs making goosebumps arise on her skin she could stop herself no longer. "Milind" she had murmured helplessly stroking his curls her pleading eyes had said it all . He had understood her cry tracing back the invisible path on her rich supple skin he had breathed heavily placing his fiery lips on hers he had shown her what she meant to him in the most beautiful way stamping her body heart and soul with his scent and touch making her his in every possible way.
Much later when her anxiety had subsided and his breathing no longer remained erratic he had watched her lay peacefully beside him. "Naraaz to nahin mujh se?" he had asked his fingers running along the outlines of her mouth tentatively. She had shaken her head in the negative brushing away his curls from his forehead she had pulled him to her gently, kissing him passionately on the lips. As he lay down she had rested her head on his broad chest tracing the whorls of fine hair that occupied most of his skin. "Milind" she had called causing him to look at her questioningly while playing with her auburn tresses that lay splayed over his chest. "Kiya aap iss shaadi sey khush nahin?" she had inquired though the question appeared quite normal Milind could see her eyes were shadowed by the fear her heart bore. "Kiya tujhey aisa lagta hai?" he had counter questioned and she had lowered her eyes to his hands taking them in her own. "Kabhi kabhi mujhey lagta hai Milind agar Baba nahin kehtey to aap mujh sey kabhi shaadi nahin kertey.......... " she had surprised him with her query because it was the truth something he had tried desperately to hide from her and the world in the confines of his heart. Milind had never thought about marraige not that he didn't want to get married but he hadn't ever found any girl to his liking it was only when Baba had informed him that he was to marry Kaajal had he given it some thought. To him it could've been any other girl besides Kaajal and he would've accepted her the same his wife was not of his choice and that was the plain truth. Not that he hadn't tried to give his marraige his best shot he had tried to make Kaajal happy, listened to her, spent time with her, brought gifts for her. In short he did everything it required to keep her content and satisfied and it worried him to think that Kaajal might feel unwanted in his life which was not the case. He had to come to accept her as his wife and didn't want her thinking of herself as a liability to him. Gazing at her serenely he had carressed her cheek with the back of his fingers "Tuu meri patni hai Kaajal, Mrs Kaajal Milind Mishra... koi shaq hai tujhey iss baat per?" she had shaken her head in the negative instinctly making him smile at her innocence. "Tuu ney kaisey soch liya tuu merey liye ehm nahin, tuu to meri zindagi ka hisa hai, meri patni hai or ab merey bachon kii maa bhi kehlayegi" he had grinned at her and she had looked at him in surprise smiling shyly to see him wink at her naughtily. "Ab apney naye ghar kii decoration tuu kerna.... bas eik cheez chahiye mujhey wahaan" he had paused watching her deeply. "Kiya?" she had asked curiously "Humarey eik darjan bachey" he had laughed aloud as she punched him in the stomach playfully. "Rehem karein mujh per shaadi ko eik mahina nahin hua aapko eik darjan bachey chahiyen" she had replied spontaneously realizing seconds later what she had just said turning a deep shade of pink she hid her face in his shoulder and her laughter had joined his as he wrapped a protective arm around her.
"Papa .....papa!" Preeti had called in his ear before struggling on to the bed beside him shaking his shoulder with her small hands "Hmm" he had opened his eyes to see her small silhoutte crouched beside him. Flipping open the bedside lamp he had doused her with light illuminating her chocolate smeared face "Yeh kiya kiya hai?" he had asked as she sat straddled atop his chest. "Itni chocolate khaata hai koi?" he had inquired again she bent down to kiss him leaving traces of the confection on his lips which he had wiped with her shirt. "Itna pyaar kyun aa raha hai Papa per bata kiya shaitaani kii hai..." he had grinned knowingly as she looked back at him wide eyed innocently batting her eyelids. She passed a chocolate coated hand through her curls to push them out of her hair as he sighed in disbelief she surely had acquired a sweet tooth. "Bol masti kii kiya tuuney?" and she had denied the charge "Nayi Papa" she had replied vehemently before lying down flat on his broad chest while he ran his fingers through her thick curls. "Preeti masti ker hii nahin sakti Preeti to Papa kii jaan hai na, Papa ki gurya hai, buhut achi hai.... haina." Milind had murmured lovingly as she lay on him with her eyes closed her small arms around him trying to hug his broad frame. Preeti had shaken her head vigorously in affirmation and Milind had smiled feeling her move against him. Somehow she always managed to soothe him even in the darkest of moments she was his ray of hope. "Preeti" Prachi's voice had floated down the corridor, "Mumma!" Milind had heard Preeti's muffled gasp as she arose to watch him her wide eyes dancing with mischief indicating that her naughty mind was back to work. "Preeti kahaan ho tayyar nahin hona..." Prachi had called from the doorway as quick as lightning Preeti had darted off her father and dived under the bed in an attempt to hide. Prachi had turned on the lights to see Milind sprawled on the bed his shirt smeared with chocolate in an instant she knew Preeti was in there somewhere. Trying her best to ignore Milind she proceeded to check behind the curtains and in the washroom but couldn't find her there too. Milind watched amused as she scoured the room not intending to approach the bed though, coming near it would mean confrontation and she could not deal with it at the moment. She felt depressed watching him that way tired and forlorn and it didn't help either when her heart held her responsible for his condition. She stood perplexed roving her eyes around the room Preeti sat still as a dormouse beneath the bed. Milind couldn't help but smile inwardly this was fun his daughter was paying back Prachi big time. Milind too decided to play her game closing his eyes again he had begun to relax when he heard a soft sigh. Prachi stood beside him twisting her fingers mercilessly the truth was a week without conversing with him had driven her against the wall. She couldn't stand him ignoring her and Preeti had given her a good excuse to be near him. Milind had looked at her placidly their eyes locked and Prachi could easily read the apprehension in his she had felt her eyes cloud momentarily when they both heard a sneeze from underneath the pine bed. Preeti's cover had been blown in an instant considering it a welcome distraction from his complaining gaze Prachi had immediately bent down to retrieve the child from her hideout.
As she had slid out from underneath Preeti had jumped at Prachi "Booo!!!" she yelled cheekily in an attempt to scare Prachi. Preoccupied with Milind's current chagrin Prachi had held Preeti by her arm in an attempt to get her dressed when Preeti had squirmed wringing her hand free she ran up to her father. Her mother had not reacted as expected by her she had neither been scared nor had she shown any signs of acknowledgement to her small prank and this had put her off. "Papa!" she had wailed "Mumma booo.. nayi!" she wrung her hands in dismay as Milind pulled her on his lap sitting up straight. "Kissey dara rahi hai teri mumma to khud dusron ko darati hai woh kiya dareygi kissi sey" he had remarked gravely casting a grim look at Prachi who stood vexed to the core. Her attempts to get him leave smoking had made him harsh and critical of her and this was something she was not banking on she had lifted her eyes to catch his on her. A tear had slid down her cheek as she held out her hand to Preeti who refused to budge from her comfortable position on her father's lap. "Chor do issey main khud tayyar ker luunga" he had commanded her brusquely his tone and manner had hurt Prachi so much so that she had not waited to wipe her tears away before running out of the room in dismay.
Moments later Milind had dressed Preeti in the frock she was supposed to wear for the evening a pink lacy attire with a scrunched front she looked pretty as a picture after he had finished with her. Putting her small feet in the silver buttoned shoes he had made her stand on the bed while he brushed her hair tying them neatly in a bow. "Preeti neechay tang nahin kerna kisi ko main abhi tayyar ho ker aa raha huun" he had warned her in a firm tone before setting her down on the ground. Prachi watched as Preeti bounded down the stairs running upto her "Mumma" she had called out pulling Prachi's lehenga to gain her undisputed attention. Crouching down by her Prachi had kissed her on the cheek. "Papa ney tayyar kiya gurya ko... buhut pyaari lag rahi ho" she had complimented the little cherub who laughed in mirth. "Yeh Milind kahaan reh gaya Prachi sab to terrace per chaley gaye chand bhi nikal aaya hai pooja ka samay ho gaya hai". Bua had inquired about Milind when she saw him stroll down the stairs leisurely. Dressed in a black kurta salwar he looked ravishing his hair gelled back he looked as if he had freshly showered though tempted to keep watching Prachi had averted her gaze she still hadn't got over his behaviour in the room and was genuinely hurt by his remarks. Composing herself she had picked up the platter containing the items required for the pooja and had followed Bua to the terrace where Baba and her mother awaited her. Preeti lagged behind when Milind had picked her up in his arms making way for the terrace too. There was no escape from the drama at hand and he had thought it best to play along he wished Ali had been here with him. Ali had gone to Pune to check out a fresh stock of used cars he intended to repair and sell at his own garage. Ali had been extremely helpful to Milind in all his trying times but now he was on his own, and Milind knew exactly what to do tonight.
Part 47
The terrace was crowded with guests making their way to a spacious spot Milind and Prachi had taken their positions while Preeti was held by her grand father. Prachi had gazed first at the moon and then at Milind through the seive. As their eyes met she had lowered hers to the platter clutched tightly in her hand she had looked forward to this auspicious occassion and hoped it being a memorable event. Sadly not only had it been marred by Milind's anger also she felt he least bothered about her feelings for him. The more she tried to make him understand the more he considered her wrong the past week had been hell for her. She had borne the atrocious act of smoking patiently in a hope that her plight might repulse him but Milind had displayed no signs of acknowledgement. There were times when she felt nauseated and sick she would desperately want to go up to him and tell him how much she detested doing it but she did it all because she loved him. Loved him so much that she felt incomplete without him by her side, kind, patient and forbearing. His change in attitude since their assumed marraige had led her to believe he had had a change of heart too but there still was this fiery streak in him that had burnt her badly and unexpectedly. After performing the rituals she had bent down to touch his feet when he had stopped her midway, picking up the copper pot he had helped her drink water all the while drinking in her beauty himself. He had often compared her to Kaajal and tonight he had been driven to do it once again, there had been a karvachaut when he had been with Kaajal but such longing had not tugged at his heart then. True Kaajal had been beautiful but Prachi was divine she was exquisite like a china doll one that would smash to bits if mishandled, once again he found himself drowning in her presence. Her hazel eyes were red rimmed indicating the tears shed due to his callous behaviour, her silken tresses kept kissing her cheeks which she tucked behind her ear continually. Her sorrow had only served to enhace her beauty fuelling his desires anew, she had felt his hot gaze on her and had looked up to see him watch her unblinkingly. He had felt a strong stab of guilt when she refused to eat the sweet he offered her and was forced to place it back in the platter she held. Her plush lips trembled slightly as she blinked back her tears watching him remorsefully though neither was at fault both felt guilty and unhappy. Naintara had taken the platter away from her while she bent down to touch Baba and Bua's feet in reverence they both had given her their blessings and Milind had followed suit receiving blessings himself too. Dinner had been served to the guests who had left after some time feeling satisfied and content Prachi's first karvachaut had been a sure success in their eyes though the truth had been entirely different. She had attended to the guests with Ramu kaka and Naintara not forgetting the fact that she had to play the perfect hostess, she was Mrs Prachi Milind Mishra to the world and she intended to fulfill that responsibility faithfully. As the guests filed out Prachi had left the hall she did not wish any sort of confrontation with anyone she felt sad and knew if her mother chanced to spot her she would very well know her plight. Slipping out of the house she had made her way to the swing set placed in the garden it was her favourite haunt. Often she'd sit there and meditate, the peaceful natural atmosphere had helped relax her senses many a times and tonight she needed peace more than ever.
Premlata had broken another portion of the roti and dipping it in the vegetable curry placed it in Preeti's open mouth. "Maa aap ney Prachi ko kahin dekha hai?" Milind had asked frustrated he had serached the entire mansion yet there was no sign of her. "Nahin to beta..." Premlata had answered wiping off Preeti's curried fingers with a clean cloth, "Abhi to yahin thi shayad bahar ho" she had hinted though. The truth was Premlata knew exactly where Prachi was she had seen her abscond the hall immediately after the guests left and had realized all was not well between her daughter and her son in law. Milind's eyes mirrored his longing and Prachi's reflected her sorrow she hoped both could get talking and clear the air between them. The reason she had taken it on herself to feed Preeti and had directed Milind to the greens it was time her daughter learnt to solve problems on her own. Prachi sat swinging gently reminiscing on the evening's events the cool night breeze enbalmed her and she had closed her eyes feeling it blow softly against her skin singing sweet tunes in her ears. Her bangles tinkled as her hands moved over the flower patterned iron hand rests even though it was a dewy and starry night her heart refused to be calmed. Milind had spotted her sitting there he had thought of having a word with her but seeing her seated quiet and absorbant he had discarded the idea immediately. He stood watching her mutely so as not to disturb her letting her savour the moment he had sighed inwardly wondering why she never failed to enthrall him, how a single glance on her part made him understand exactly what she thought and felt. Consequently Prachi had opened her eyes to watch him stand there rooted, her eyes had turned misty her gaze had then dropped to the ground as she had picked up her lehenga in an attempt to flee. Milind had been anticipating a similar reaction on her part and had caught her gently by her arm she had not uttered a single word yet tried to extricate herself of his grip wrenching her arm in agony. He kept holding on to her pulling her closer still for a better grip till she was inches away from him he stood tracing her angelic contours with his keen eyes letting her struggle fruitlessly. Finally she had given in standing still her breath laboured her heart pounding against her rib cage not raising her eyes to him in case the tears they witheld be released. It was useless to even try to run he wasn't going to let her get away anyways she focused her eyes on his hands as he studied her she was angry that was evident but it was her way of expression that had him enticed. She hadn't fought with him or held him responsible for breaking her heart rather had not said anything to him which had made him all the more conscious of his rude behaviour towards her. "Merey liye vrath kyun rakha?" he had inquired seriously "Kiya zarurat thi saara din bhuka rehney ki... woh bhi merey liye?" She had heard that karvachaut's fast could be kept for the person you hoped to marry and she wished she could explain that she had done the same because it was her heart's deepest desire to marry him. She could not tell him though lest he consider it a plan to make him forgive her, not finding a suitable answery to his query she preferred to remain silent. "Main kuch puch raha huun Prachi... khana kyun nahin khaya ab tak?" he had questioned this time his tone was lined with traces of worry causing her to lift her gaze to him. "Aap ney kha liya?" she had asked him in that enchanting voice of hers knowing full well the answer, he hadn't had breakfast neither lunch she had called Madhu up to confirm and since he'd known she was fasting for him he hadn't had dinner either.
"Sawaal mainey pehley kiya tha..." he had reprimanded her stubbornly his arms encircling her slender waist so as to make sure she stayed put. He could feel her breathing go haywire as his hands touched the bare skin on her back tenderly "Mujhey jaaney dijiye Milind mujhey kaam hai" she had tried once again to free herself of his strong hold on her. "Kiya tuu apni zid nahin chor sakti Prachi?" he had whispered his voice barely audible she had watched as his eyes had pleaded to her asking her to understand him. "Main aapko takleef main nahin dekh sakti Milind" she had replied softly her own eyes welling up. "Phir chahey uskey liye apney aap ko hii kyun na dukh dena parey " he had lashed out enraged catching her by her arms he shook her thoroughly. "Kyun Prachi kyun.... kyun itna dukh jhel rahi hai merey liye.... main iss qaabil nahin. Tujhey kiya main jiyun ya marun, cigarette piyun na piyun tuu kyun apni sehat barbaad kerney per tuli hai" he had released her then, as abruptly as he had caught her. Raking a heavy hand through his curls he turned away from her. He had heard her sob heart breakingly before running away in the distance her bangles tinkling musically as she sprinted across the lawns a dainty yet determined figure ready to conquer all he had to call his own. She had gone straight to her room not caring for anyone or anything then throwing herself heavily on the bed she cried to her hearts content.
In an attempt to drown her cries in her pillow her hand had knocked over the frame carrying their picture luckily she was swift enough to save it from ending in a heap of shattered glass on the floor. She stared at it through glistening eyes it was the same picture they had got clicked together while attending the dinner hosted by Ali for Saadia's inlaws. Milind had looked so serene then as he held her close to him and she had smiled at the camera her heart filled with hopes and dreams. "Milind" she whispered pressing her lips to his underneath the cold glass framing the picture. "Milind main aap sey buhut pyaar kerti huun, aapkey bina jee nahin sakti. Aap kyun nahin samajhtey keh aapki beyrukhi main bardasht nahin ker sakti, please maan jaiye milind. Main maanti huun humara rishta eik jhoot hai, yeh shaadi eik jhoot hai. Lekin mera pyaar, mera pyaar jhoot nahin .... jhoot nahin hai Milind." She had held the frame close to her heart trying in vain to stop the continual flow of tears that seemed to wash her away with them. Outside the room a shadow had walked away in despondence it's head bent low the truth was out though the lone figure had suspected of it being true since long and the revelation had only served to strengthen it's belief. Prachi had heard a foot step at the doorway to the bedroom she had quickly wiped away her tears replacing the frame on the bedside table fearing it to be Milind and moments later he had sauntered in his jaw clenched his mind set. Prachi watched pensively as he threw open the wardrobe taking out wrapped packs of Dunhill and Marlboro he always kept a good supply in case he ran out of them in the middle of the night. Next he opened his drawers and emptied them of any stray packs he might've stuffed in them while working late throwing them in a plastic bag he had held Prachi by her wrist making her stand up. "Chal" he had ordered "Per Milind" she had tried to question when he had clamped his palm over her mouth his eyes thunderously black, as deep as the pits of a bottomless well. "Hogaya tera naatak ab chup chaap chal" he had seethed making her follow him out of the room down the stairs and out in the garden all the while holding her wrist gently in his hand. Emptying the contents of the bag on the ground he had struck a match as it lit up he had watched her look at him dolefully and had then flicked it over the heap of tobacco setting it ablaze. In seconds the packets were crackling merrily as the flames licked the contents hungrily dancing golden in the black night . A horrible stench soon started emitting as the smog from the scorching pile wafted with the breeze. Prachi stood shocked to her bone she could not understand what was happening Milind's face wore the same expression he had when he had entered the room grim and cold. He stood still for a few moments watching the flames devour the tobacco in glee consuming it whole, turning his eyes from the burning heap he had rested them on her walking closer he had heard her draw in a deep breath. "Ab agar tuuney cigarette ko haath lagaya ...... to qasam sey jaan ley luunga teri" he had threatened before leaving her standing there surprised. It took a few moments for Prachi to realize that he had finally succumbed. Though he had not said it yet his actions had shown that he was never going to touch another cigarette ever again.
Prachi was elated beyond belief her love and faith in him had won over her fears he cared for her, he couldn't see her unhappy and that was enough to make her smile again. But for Milind it was another story to him it was clear he could never let go of her. Until and unless Prachi herself accepted to leave him for Shashank he was not going to let her go and that was that. Milind had gone straight to his room he knew Premlata had fed Preeti and had made her sleep in her room. The child had come to accept Premlata as her mother's mother very conveniently and called her "Naani" which would leave Premlata kissing her chubby cheeks with love. He had changed in his white kurta and then had taken his place on the bed sleeping on the sofa was something he was not going to do tonight firstly he did not fit on it and secondly he was in no mood to even think about Prachi right now. Anger bubbled in him he had never been forced to do anything yet he had given in to her silence closing his eyes he placed his arm over them. Hoping to fall asleep before she entered though his ears strained to hear the familiar tinkling of her bangles. Prachi knew Milind had not had a morsel since morning and would now be trying to sleep on an empty stomach something she could not see so she had gone to the kitchen. Heating the food she had filled the plate with different items prepared for the occassion taking a bottle of water from the fridge she had made her way to her bedroom as quietly as possible. Once there she had set the items on the pine table closing the door behind her she had approached Milind. She understood he wasn't in the best of moods and she may even be crudely snubbed for her actions but she was prepared to bear all of it. "Milind" she had addressed his sleeping form but he did not move at all sighing she had sit down beside him on the bed. "Milind" she had called him again this time gently touching his arm that lay across his eyes. He had pushed away her hand instantly as if electrocuted before opening his red veined eyes. Sitting up straight he had tried to evade her presence near him which was harder than he had expected "Ab kiya chahiye, kaha na nahin piyunga cigarette" he had remarked scathingly. "Ya koi naya vaada reh gaya hai kerwaaney key liye Ali ney or tuu ney milker mera bheja kharab ker diya hai. Uss saaley ka bhi tetwa dabaunga aaney dey usse Puna sey, uska hii ghatia plan tha na yeh" he had bellowed. "Saaley ko malum hai main tereyko dukhi nahin dekh sakta teri aankhon main aansu nahin deh sakta, tum dono ney milker blackmail kiya na mujhey. Or main saala edhey kii maafiq maan bhi gaya" he had laughed bitterly slamming his fist in the matress. "Saari duniya to chuuna laga chuki mujhey tum dono baaqi reh gaye they" he had gritted his teeth in misery throwing the coverlet away he got out of bed standing near the open windows. Prachi stared at him astounded by the revelation how did he know and since when had he known. "Milind aap humain ghalat samajh rahey hain" she had tried to explain to him in the gentlest possible manner walking briskly to him. "Haan main hii ghalat huun baaqi tum dono bilkul sahi ho woh kaheyga cigarette pii to tuu piiney shuru ho jayegi kal woh boleyga daaru pii to woh bhi piiney lagey gi kiya?" he had thundered in rage. It was only the previous night that he had come to know of their plan Ali had called Prachi and accidently both Milind and Prachi had picked up the phone from different rooms. Milind had been about put the receiver back when he heard Ali take his name. As their conversation progressed so did his fury forcing him to vent it out on Prachi by acting brutally towards her. It boiled to him think that both the people he trusted the most had been planning all the while considering him a fool. If only they'd sought counsel with him on this issue he'd have readily given up, but no they had to go behind his back to prove their point in such a ridiculous manner. "Eik pal key liye bhi socha nahin tuu ney merey dil per kiya guzreygi tujhey aisey dekh ker?" he had inquired furiously. "Per Milind hum ney to yeh sab aap key bhaley key liye kiya" Prachi had mumbled. "Arey bhaad main gaya main or mera bhala aainda agar tuu ney uss gadhey kii baat maani or apney aap ko nuqsaan puhunchaya Prachi to mujh sey bura koi nahin hoga" he had fumed warning her against similar future endeavours. Prachi knew now why he had been so rude with her since the previous day he was justified in his ire towards her but what was done could not be undone.
She tried to make him look at her but he wouldn't comply placing her hand in his she had reuested "Meri taraf dekhiye Milind". When he still did not concede she had gently held his face turning it towards her she could see his eyes were wet laden with sorrow. He had tried to make her stop but he couldn't and this was killing him. Prachi was washed over with a wave of guilt she had caused him such grief he stood silent not wishing to converse futher. Deeming any more talk as useless Prachi had stood in front of him cupping his bearded face in her hands tenderly she rose on her tiptoes guiding his face to her lips she kissed his wet eyelids as softly as possible. A tear had dropped from his eye as he closed them to allow her to perform her feat. Before it could drop into nothingness Prachi had placed her lips over his cheek wiping the tear away delicately. If Milind had not encouraged her he had not stopped her either he had always been aware of the the truth that she belonged to Shashank the reason he never let down his guard around her. It sometimes pained him to act the way he did ignoring her advances to become friends with him but Milind was afraid he might not be able to contain or hide his feelings from her anymore."Sorry" she had whispered against his ear her warm breath tickling his skin he had opened his eyes to see her watch him in anguish but the light his bore had made her slide her arms around his waist hugging him tightly. "Main aainda aisa kuch nahin kerungi jis sey aapko takleef ho" she had said her head resting against his beating heart and he had engulfed her in a warm embrace. His anger had dissipated in that one moment all that remained now was a deep calm that prevailed over both of them as he held her close resting his chin on her hair breathing in her scent. "Promise" he had confirmed "Promise" she had smiled kissing his kurta softly, filling her lungs with his smell one that was distinctly his. She had released him to look up at him watch her mystified what was it about her that made him yield whether he was willing or not. As she stepped back on her feet Prachi had smiled at him with a friendly glint in her eyes, "Ab khana khayein mujhey buhut bhook lag rahi hai" she had suggested innocently. She knew he'd eat if she made him to leading him by the hand she made him sit on the bed bringing the food she placed it beside them. Breaking off portions of the roti she dipped it in the daal taking it to his mouth. "Vrath to tuuney rakha tha" he had reminded her. "Per khana to aap ney bhi nahin khaya saara din merey saath aapney bhi vrath rakha tha?" she had joked and he had laughed opening his mouth to accept the morsel from her. A drop of daal had rested on his lower lip as he closed his mouth Prachi had smiled watching him relish the food. She had placed her finger on his lips wiping the liquid off it he looked at her shake her head in amusement before sucking her finger tip free of it. He had then picked up the plate containing the rice and had made her eat a spoonful. "Apna ghussa khaaney per kyun nikala?" he had chided her gently. "Aap per khafa honey ka haq jo aapney mujhey nahin diya ab tak" she had answered him levelling her hazel eyes to his. "Pata hai Milind mujhey lagta hai shayad mujh main hii koi kami hai tabhi ab tak aap kaa dil mujhey eik dost key roop main bhi sweekaar nahin ker saka" she had whispered defeatedly pausing to see his face register a pained expression. She had immediately placed her hand over his her beauteous face a picture of regret "Buhut tang kerti huun na aapko ...... sorry" she had murmured in repentance. She had risen to leave when he had held her hand in his own watching her with such miserable eyes she had melted there and then "Kisney kaha tuu merey dil key qareeb nahin Prachi, tuu merey liye kiya hai shayad main tujhey kabhi nahin bata sakta" he had said hesitantly before making her sit down again. "Yeh jo main teri baatein maanta huun, tujhsey jhagra kerta huun dosti nahin to kiya hai. Tuu sirf meri dost hii nahin Prachi merey..... " he had broken off then closing his eyes trying to stop the inexplicable desire to take her in his arms and kiss her insane. Balling his fists he breathed heavily trying to shut his mind momentarily Prachi had run her fingers across his cheek making him open his eyes again.
"Ab mat kehna keh tuu merey liye important nahin ya meri zindagi per tera koi haq nahin" he had told her grief stricken taking her hand to his lips he had kissed it passionately leaving her watch spell bound. She had never seen him this way and it crushed her to think it was her doing. She had held his face in her hands peering at him fretfully "Milind mera maqsad aapko dukh dena nahin tha" she had confessed. "Main kuch nahin bolungi vaada, kuch maangun gi bhi nahin, bas aap yun udaas mat rehiye" she had tried to console him. "Prachi main zindagi main buhut kuch kho chuka huun..... kuch or khoney ki himmat nahin rahi ab mujh main" he had professed finally hugging her close to him. He felt as if he let her go she'd vanish into nothingness and he'd be left all alone Prachi had let him embrace her sensing the urgency and insecurity in his hold carressing his hair giving him time to compose himself. He had released her a few minutes later embarrassed at letting her be witness to his weak moments "Main bhi na kabhi kabhi zyaada hii emotional ho jaata huun" he had smiled at her though she could see the infliction blazing clear in his eyes she wondered why he to mask it from her too. But atleast he considered her important in his life and that was all that mattered at the moment. She had prayed for a memorable karvachaut and had been blessed with one she would never forget till she breathed.
Part 48
Milind paced the room ceaselessly it had been a while since he had been doing that Prachi had been watching him try to crush the burning desire for a cigarette which sadly was over powering him. "Milind thak jayeingey aap bethiye please" Prachi had stated concerned for him pulling him by the hand making him sit on the bed beside her. "Kiya hua kyun pareshaan hain?" she had inquired. "Kuch nahin" he had tried to avoid the mention of the cigarette fearing she might feel guilty. "Aap bethiye main abhi aati huun" she had left him puzzled at her actions. He sat awaiting her poring over a file, it was a Sunday they usually spent their time together with family but Baba and Bua were busy looking over snaps of prospective grooms for Naintara and neither Prachi nor Milind wished to become part of that boring task. Preeti was busy with Premlata who had decided to cut her nails that very day since she simply would not let Prachi come near her with a nail cutter. She feared Premlata to some extent much to Prachi's relief and so today was Preeti's grooming day. A while later Prachi had returned "Mun kholiye Milind" she had told him. "Kyun?" Milind had inquired surprised by this rather rather odd request "Kholiye to" Prachi had asseverated. As he had opened his mouth a bit Prachi had placed a few grains of salt on his tongue he had looked at her in surprise wincing at the taste. "Tujhey pata hai mujhey namak pasand nahin" he had cried out astonished at her act unable to understand her. "Acha ab bataiye cigarette piiney ka mann ker raha hai?" she had asked him straightaway and suddenly all of Milind's craving for a smoke had vanished. "Nahin..... per tujhey kaisey malum keh main... mera matlab hai" he had inquired amazed at her insight on him. "Eik ghantey set tehel rahey hain mujhey nahin pata chaley ga kiya, waisey bhi har baat lafzon main to bayan nahin kii jaati" she had clarified smiling causing the dimple in her cheek to deepen further. She had been cleaning out their wardrobe Milind's side was a mess. He was not in a habit of putting things in their proper place and sometimes Prachi would have difficulty in tracing a certain matching sock or shirt he'd want at some particular moment. The room had changed tremendously what was once a lifeless abode was bubbling with energy and life Preeti's toys often lay strewn on the bed. The pine table didn't have any ash trays the walls were adorned with family portraits and what was most remarkable was that the occupants of the room were seen more frequently in it.
As she rummaged through his belongings she spotted a slim leather bag stowed in the rear end of his shelf it appeared to hold some papers their ends sticking out of it. Prachi had taken it out from underneath a pile of shirts and wiped it clean, when Milind had appeared behind her. He had held out his hand to her as she gave the bag to him in acquiescence, he had not uttered a single word but his brooding eyes and authoritative look had suggested of some mystery being with held within that bag. It appeared odd to Prachi that Milind had taken the papers away from her he'd never done that before. Often he'd work late falling asleep with his laptop running studying important transactions and Prachi would be the one who'd switch it off for him. He had never objected to her handling his files that remained scattered on his table. Many a times he'd read through them while she sat completing some chore beside him leaving them all of them for her to arrange after he'd be done with them. Then why did this bag appear so important she pondered on the matter but couldn't continue for long as Preeti had marched in the room in a temper. Premlata had not only cut and filed her nails also she had applied neem oil on her head her usually unruly curls were well oiled and tied tightly in a slick little ponytail. Preeti had not liked it one bit self grooming was something she did not look forward to very much she had that free spirited streak in her which had made her accustomed to her unkempt self. Both Milind and Prachi watched as she walked in a treat to watch dressed in a small vest with shorts annoyed and unhappy followed by an equally satisfied Premlata. The sight had caused Prachi to giggle unconsciously while Milind had supressed a smile. His daughter the fearless tiger.... tamed that too, it was a miracle in itself. Milind had known how much Preeti must've hated the oil massage her naani had given her spreading out his arms he had let her run into them kissing her soft cheek with love. "Papa Naani katti" she whispered secretively in his ear and he had simply smiled shaking his head in amusement.
"Prachi issey do ghantey baad nehla dena najaaney itney bikhrey baal leykar kaisey ghumti hai yeh larki" she had instructed Prachi. "Or haan aaj tumhari daadi ko milney jaana hai operation eik ya do din main ho jayega uss sey pehley hum eik baar mil aatey hain" she had further informed her daughter before leaving them. Milind had left her with Preeti taking care to carry the leather bag with him as he exited the room. Ali had returned from Pune that evening though Milind had not forgiven him for instigating Prachi to start smoking he hadn't held him responsible for it either. Afterall Prachi had willingly consented to the plan herself how could he blame Ali alone. Ali had apologized to Milind for making Prachi do such a silly thing though they all knew it had been the need of the hour. Ali hadn't minded it a bit when Milind had sulked scolding him for being insane and acting like a lunatic and forgave him only when he got Ali to promise he'd get Saadia wedded in Mishra house. "Ab kuch bola na saaley to waqai duunga eik" Milind had remarked annoyed at Ali's continuous laughter. Though that was not something Ali was doing intentionally, he was happy to see that his friend was finally coming around, changing for the better it was time he had the talk with him. Prachi sat feeding Preeti biscuits and tea while Milind and Ali lounged in the hall. Ali could not help noticing the frequent glances Milind would pass at his daughter smiling everytime his eye caught Prachi's. "Milind" Ali had broached the subject cautiously "tujhey nahin lagta Prachi ab iss ghar main achi tarah adjust ker gayi hai?" he had asked his friend who had rested his deep brooding eyes on him. "Haan mann to lag gaya hai isska yahaan, Preeti bhi ab kam masti kerney lagi hai" he had laughed a loud carefree laugh one that had resounded through the hall. Ali had smiled "Tuu kab maaneyga Milind?" Ali had stated staidly watching him clear in the eye. "Kiya?" Milind had asked avoiding his gaze focusing on the paper instead. "Yehi keh tuu uss sey pyaar kerney laga hai, uskey bina eik pal sukoon nahin na tujhey" Ali had boldly spilled the beans on his feelings. Milind had stared at him as if he'd been caught red handed, when had he become that transparent but then who was he kidding wouldn't Ali know by now his friend since childhood. Ofcourse he'd know if his heart knew then Ali would be bound to know because with Ali he did not need words to convey feelings he simply knew, a quality Milind feared at times. The reason he had stopped interacting with him after his return from Turkey. He had not wanted Ali to leave everything to be by his side which Milind had known he would have done whether Milind wanted it or not. Ali was the kind that could read a person's thoughts by just looking at them once and to him Milind was an open book one that he did not require to read to understand what the next part or line would hold. Milind had slowly folded the paper neatly it was time he was honest to himself "Haan kerta huun pyaar uss sey shayad apney aap sey bhi zyaada, jee nahin sakta usskey bina. Ghabrata huun yeh soch ker keh jab woh chali jayegi to kiya kerunga.... shayad paagal ho jaunga" he had told Ali his voice hoarse with emotion.
He had looked back at Prachi giggling as Preeti tried to feed her the softened biscuits spilling some on her clothes in the process. Prachi had opened her mouth for Preeti to put the spoon in it and had grinned broadly at the little child who clapped in glee to see her mother happy. "Or agar woh ruk jaaye to Milind, terey liye.... terey pyaar key liye" Ali was not willing to let him let go of Prachi this easy. "Mera pyaar... kaisa pyaar Ali. Pyaar to woh Shashank sey kerti hai mujhsey to sirf jhoota rishta nibha rahi hai or phir main itna swarthi kaisey ho jaun keh ussey uskey pyaar sey juda ker duun .... yeh to nainsaafi hai." He had confessed, tonight he was not going to keep his heart burdened he needed a vent. He was tired of masking his feelings for her, tired of restraining himself around her, tired of that nagging feeling that he had when he remembered his conversation with Shashank. He often wondered why he could not be selfish for just once in his lifetime why did he have to do everything by the book. But then he wasn't made that way to take the wrong path that was just not him and what sort of a profitless bargain would it be if she came to know of his deed. Would she not hate him then consider him a perpetrator a scoundrel who used her for his own good. He had placed his chin on his interlocked hands in grim deliberation. Ali had looked at him in awe one of Milind's best traits was his ability to choose the right course no matter how difficult or complex he did not waiver once he had his mind was made. "Tuu ney uss sey pucha hai Milind keh woh uss sey pyaar kerti bhi hai ya nahin, Shashank ney kaha or tuu ney maan liya?" Ali had chided him. "Dekh jab tak woh khud nahin maan leti please yeh faisla uss per chor dey". Ali could not see his hard work going to waste he knew very well Prachi loved Milind. Who in her sane mind would act as wife to a man without any substantial relationship with him, live with him under the same roof in the same room, make sure he felt loved and cherished. Only someone who was madly truly and deeply in love it was ironic that both of them loved each other to an extent to be able to lay their lives for the other but simply would not confess it. Ali had seen Milind lift his face as if granted a second life. His eyes lit up with the faint prospect of his dream becoming a reality of Prachi actually loving him and him alone. His lips had parted slightly "Kiya tujhey lagta hai woh....." he had inquired Ali his voice tingling with excitement. "Haan mujhey lagta hai" Ali had grinned slapping him jovially on the back. "Ab jaa jaaker puch uss sey nahin to lagaunga eik kaan key neechey" he had laughed in mirth.
Ali's advice had planted new hope in Milind's heart nurtured by his wild imagination he hoped that Ali's wild guess would turn out to be true. He had planned the perfect event for them ordering one of his hotel's dining hall to be free the next evening he wanted it to be a pleasant surprise for her. Next he bought an exquisite solitaire encrusted ring for her he couldn't propose to her without a ring now could he. He bought her an elegant outfit a rich champagne shaded silk saree with the most sesuous lace blouse perfect he had thought as he had paid the salesgirl. "For your wife?" she had inquired. "Yes" he had replied promptly if not now Prachi soon would be his wife. That night Milind had laid the dress complete with jewellery and shoes on the bed for her, as expected she had returned in late after helping Ramu Kaka clean up the dining table having served dinner. Preeti was engaged with some story that Baba had churned out at the moment about a naughty chimpanzee who was disobedient and was caught by poachers. She lay listening wide eyed oblivious of her surroundings all that mattered was that the chimpanzee be reunited back with it's mum. Prachi had tried to take her to the bedroom it was getting late and she wanted Preeti put to bed before she herself slumbered off. Baba had assured her that if she slept with him he'd take care of her in the night. Smiling at the grandfather and grand daughter curled up on the bed together she had closed their door behind her. Preeti was lucky to have so many people who loved her so very much she had thought as she trudged to her own room. Once there she had shut the door softly so as not to disturb Milind who seemed engrossed in reading some important file though the truth was he waited to see her reaction on finding the garment and accessories. Piling his files in a neat heap on the table she had switched his laptop shut before handing him the glass of milk.
Consequently her eyes rested on the bundle meant for her. "Milind yeh kiya hai?" she had asked in astonishment checking the packets to find the saree and the accompanying jewellery. "Saree hai or kiya hai" he had grinned happily "Pasand aayi tujhey? Pata hai letey waqt main soch raha tha tujh per kaisi lageygi....... phir jab aankhein band ker key dekha to eik dum mast lagi issi liye khareed li. Per tujhey pasand nahin to waapis kerwa saktey hain iss main dukaan ka address bhi hai" he had informed her his eyes shining brightly. Prachi had sit on the bed overwhelmed this was the first time Milind had bought something for her on his own and it was simply exquisite, she sat motionless and speechless causing Milind to question her. "Tujhey pasand nahin aayi Prachi?" he had asked in a gentle tone. Prachi had run her hand on the silken fabric in awe and admiration she held it to her cheek letting it's silky smoothness slide against her delicate skin closing her eyes smiling in a childlike manner. "Achi nahin buhut achi hai" she had whispered after a few moments and Milind had let go of his bated breath. This was more difficult than signing an international deal atleast there you didn't have a drop dead gorgeous client that made you squirm so. "Thank you " she had said as he sat savouring the moment it was indeed a special one and Milind hoped there would be many more to follow it soon. Next Prachi had opened the shoe box deeply impressed with the heeled and strappy sandals in a similar shade encrusted with rhinestones. "Per Milind yeh sab...... mera matlab hai koi occassion hai kiya?" she had questioned him still not being able to get over the shock of it all being brought for her by him. "Haan occassion to hai per kal hai" he had told her thoroughly enjoying the enthusiasm which reflected in her eyes on the mention of the occassion. "Koi party hai?" she had asked again this time a bit seriously "Merey kaprey to laaye per Preeti key nahin laaye woh kiya pehneygi? Baba or Bua chaleingey kiya saath? Maa bhi aayegi? Kiya Naintara key liye var dekhney jaa rahey hain?" "Bas bas bas Prachi" Milind had silenced her by placing his finger on her supple lips and she had stolen her gaze away embarrassed at her sudden outburst, bending her head low causing a stray strand to come loose framing her face like a picture.
Milind had tenderly pushed away the strand tucking it behind her ear. Bending closer he had whispered secretively near her ear "Kal sirf main or tuu bas..... or koi nahin hoga, koi bhi nahin...... sirf hum dono" his fiery breath has grazed her cheek making her lean in to him. Her breath had quickened as she felt his finger trace her lips so softly she had been compelled to kiss it instinctively. Prachi had sat shocked was this the same Milind she had know all these eleven months how could it be. She knew he harboured a tendency to surprise her with the sweetest of words and the most incomprehensible gestures but this was beyond belief or imagination. She stared at him with soulful eyes those that Milind knew so well and understood perfectly right now they seemed to be dazed happy beyond realization. Milind had smiled then backing off he didn't want to give it all away he could wait a few more hours but if he disclosed it all now it would kill the effect it would have on her tomorrow. He longed to see her in that attire dressed and ready just for him. He sat resting against the headboard of the bed watching her sit there as if stoned still unable to consider it as reality. "Prachi sona nahin aaj tujhey?" he had chuckled she shook her head slightly as if to confirm it being real. "Haan aan "she mumbled before picking up the packets and keeping them in the wardrobe. Before she switched off the lamp she had once again looked at him dubiously maybe this was all a dream she'd wake up in the morning and there'd be nothing no saree no jewellery and they certainly wouldn't go anywhere. Sighing she had turned to go when she felt him pull her hand making her fall on him her hair splayed across his chest. She looked at him in wonder as he smoothed back her dangling tresses pulling her closer till they were just inches apart. "Sapna nahin yeh sach hai kal sirf tuu or main bas" smiling he avoided temptation to kiss her on the lips guiding his lips to her warm cheek. Prachi had closed her eyes in fear as her heart pounded impatiently when would tomorrow come.
Shashank sat sifting through a pile of papers where the hell did that tape go now..... finally he reached for a golden disk gleaming as the light form the overhead chandelier reflected off it. It was time he paid Milind Mishra a visit, it was time he got back what he owned.... Prachi Shah. She was his....... just his no one could claim her as theirs no one he could not let anyone play that way with him he had lost her once he couldn't afford to do that again. "Tum meri ho Prachi....kal bhi thii aaj bhi ho..... kaisey bhaag sakti ho tum mujh sey" he had smiled satanicly there was simply no escape for her.
Part 49
Milind sat in his office discussing the details of a shipment that was due in a week he had ordered carpets from Iran. All hand made and since they had cost him a fortune he was hell bent on getting the cargo cleared off the port as soon as possible."Sir the officer incharge says they'll need a week" Sapna had informed him filing the papers he handed over. "I don't want a week I want it tomorrow get him on the phone, I'll have a word with him." As Sapna stood dialling the custom officer's number Milind had received a call from the reception Shashank Saxenna was here to meet him. Milind's heart had sunk at the news well it had to be dealt with sooner or later better now than never he had thought steeling his nerves for a confrontation he had been dreading since long. "Send him" he had mouthed quietly in the receiver before dropping it on the cradle drumming his fingers on the glass top impatiently. "Sir the officer" Sapna had informed handing him the phone, as he put it to his ear he beckoned Shashank in who stood in the doorway, motioning him to sit. Shashank had winked at Sapna who had left then smiling warmly to see him there unaware of his intentions or purpose of visit. Finishing his call he had extended a hand to Shashank who had grasped it firmly in his own. "Nice to meet you after such a long time" Shashank had said "Same here" Milind had replied half heartedly. "So how was Venice...." Milind had tried opening up conversation, "Not bad Mr Mishra I struck a few good deals now I plan on shifting there for good." Milind had cocked his eyebrows in surprise "I'm glad for you I hope you didn't forget I intend on buying Shah mansion from you" Milind had reminded him. "And I hope you didn't forget that's my fiance you have as a wife" Shashank had remarked though his lips smiled Milind could gauge the undercurrent of rage that was slowly building up in his verdant eyes. For a moment Milind had felt like punching Shashank square in the jaw but he clenched his fist in misery trying to avoid temptation. "Yes I remember very well Mr Shashank she's your fiance, infact she still retains that position" Milind had informed him in a cutting tone. "Really now, by all means enlighten me" Shashank had grinned relaxing in his chair as he eased himself in it. This was going to be fun, he had thought it was only Prachi who had loved Milind but it was clear to him now that Milind burnt in the same hell as Prachi. It was evident by the manner in which Milind's face had darkened his jaw clamped tightly he sat rigidly straight, the idea of giving up Prachi was not novel to him, he hated to think he'd have to tell Shashank the truth. As Shashank swung back on his chair cross legged he could not help but smirk at Milind what a fool he was to have considered Prachi as in love with Shashank. That clearly meant Prachi had not informed him on her past and did not intend to do so either which meant he had a clear path to manipulate Milind into handing Prachi over to him without putting up a fight. Many a times Shashank had wondered how he'd be able to get Prachi away from Milind's hold, working on plans and concepts to break their marraige. But he was pleasantly surprised to know Milind and Prachi had never been married to start off with.
They lived a farce helping each other to get through their tough times Shashank had chuckled softly it couldn't have gotten better than this. He had both of them cornered now he could do what he wanted to without any hurdles in his way. "One down one to go" he had thought smiling to himself. "So you see Mr Saxenna your fiance is very much your's till now...." Milind had paused getting up from his plush leather chair to stand beside Shashank. "And till now you mean...." Shashank had looked up at Milind his eyes black as thunder waiting to devour him whole as he bent low his feral eyes in level with Shashank's catty ones. For a moment Shashank was petrified such raw and pure fury had never been witnessed by him. "I think we should have a word with your FIANCE before you decide on whisking her away anywhere Mr Saxenna. Her word will stand last and her decision final she's never mentioned you to me the reason I fail to believe handing her to you is a feasible an idea." Milind had opined stressing on the fiance so that Shashank was forced to assess him anew maybe he wasn't as dumb as he thought. Standing up Shashank had smiled naughtily "Ofcourse Mr Mishra you could ask her I'm sure she'll be as excited to see me as I am to hear about her, better still why don't we have lunch together tomorrow at Carlton my treat. Afterall I'll be meeting her after such a long time it'll be worth the effort" he had winked at Milind wickedly. "Sure" Milind had replied blandly shaking hands with him before he left though Milind had called out to him "Kiya tumhain lagta hai itney waqt baad tum ussey apna sakogey? Waisey hii pyaar ker sakogey" Milind had asked him traces of hope evident in his grim voice. "Insaan yaadon sey nahin bhaag sakta Mr Mishra or Prachi to meri parchai hai woh mujh sey juda nahin" he had exited the room smiling satisfied with himself leaving Milind in a whirlwind of thoughts. Walking over to the large windows he had peered down at the crammed streets below him where everything appeared tiny and miniscule. He suddenly felt he was one of those those microscopic creatures hurrying along on the road of life while God watched from above amused at his pace and vigour. Ready to crush the life out of him whenever he wished to as He had done now a few moments ago. Taking off his coat he had thrown it on his armchair he was suddenly feeling breathless as if his soul had been sucked out of him. He needed to breathe and there was only one place he could do that..... at the beach. Picking up his accessories he had exited his office donning his shades he had informed Madhu he was leaving and won't be back that day, business could wait.
Prachi stood gazing at herself in the mirror raptly she had worn the saree Milind had bought her it was beautiful and Prachi was amazed when she saw her ownself reflect in the mirror. She couldn't believe it was her it felt as if she were looking at a different Prachi altogether. One that glowed with love a slow blush crept on her face as she imagined Milind near her the previous night. She wished time would fly and he would stand next to her look at her with admiration kiss her lips passionately murmur to her that she was the one. Prachi had seen love in his eyes and somehow she had an inkling the moment she'd been waiting for so long was finally upon her, he'd confess to her tonight. Tell her that she loved her and she would in turn elucidate on her feelings for him. She longed to sleep in his arms feel his hands on her she loved him so very much that sometimes she would be tempted to hold him close and show him what she desired. She brushed her hair swinging it back in place before putting on the silver necklace with champagne shaded pearls and crystals he had gifted her. She complimented Milind's asthetic sense openly he certainly had taste when it came to shopping not only did she look elegant but she was sure once he saw her he'd be mesmerized himself. Dabbing her lips with a bit of gloss she had lined her eyes with kohl before strapping on the heels gifted by him. She was ready for him, she waited patiently then watching the hands on the clock move from 7 to 8 then 9 and finally 10. She had informed Baba of her plans that evening and he had looked at her with pleasure "Zarur zarur beta tum jao aaj Naintara sanbhal leygi" he had granted her permission for leave relieving her of her evening chores. She'd been waiting for nearly four hours and had started to get worried the clock had sruck eleven then. Milind usually returned home by 7 and when he didn't he called her up informing her on his engagements that had caused him to run late but tonight none of that had happened. Her heart had started fluttering in her ribcage this was not a good omen. She had tried calling him on his cell still there was no reply her call kept being diverted to voice mail finally when she could take it no longer she had called Ali up. "Bhaiyya Milind hain wahaan?" she had asked after exchanging pleasantries. "Nahin to" Ali had informed her "Aaya nahin kiya ghar ab tak?" he hd questioned her. "Nahin woh unhone kaha tha aapkey yahaan sey hotey huey aayeingey is liye, shayad seedhey ghar hii aa rahey hon" she had lied she had not wanted Ali to go searching for Milind. Firstly because Milind was old enough to take care of himself secondly if he were indeed caught up with work he'd have not liked her worrying Ali over trivial matters concerning him.
Sighing she had walked out in the balcony they'd been so happy the previous night he had planned all of it then why, why was he doing this to her making her suffer this way. Praying softly she hoped it would answered by his return when she had heard the Kompressor roll in through the gates. Her joy knew no bounds maybe he was caught up in some last minute meeting, some fine details he was such a perfectionist when it came to work. Ofcourse it was just that she was a fool to think he'd have forgotten it. Hurrying inside she awaited him with bated breath would he like her that way.... maybe if his eyes shone she'd know he did she had smiled shyly to herself. Milind had dragged himself to his room knowing full well what a spectacle awaited him he had spent the whole evening at the beach trying to sort his emotions. Trying to equate them with his principles sadly none of his rationalization had granted him any peace. His heart would not accept Shashank with her but his mind reasoned it being fair. Afterall he had known what he was getting himself in it was his fault that he fell in love. His fault that he thought his fate would let him have bliss in life with her by his side. Throwing a pebble in the salty water he had watched it make ripples in the fast advancing waves desperate to return to the depths from which they had emerged. Such was life he had thought standing knee deep in the cold water feeling the sand slip beneath his feet. As the sun dipped in the horizon and the water started rising he had retreated his steps back to land.
He had entered to see her stand dressed for him just as he had wanted statuesque and breath taking, he stopped dead in his tracks to see her that way. Prachi had smiled then watching his eyes burn alive, there was a distinct recognition and appreciation in them as they slowly absorbed her beauty. Prachi was elated she understood he had found her stunning she had lowered her gaze shyly feeling her cheeks redden she awaited him to say something but when he didn't she was tempted to look up at him. What she saw there was surprising instead of happiness there was etched a deep remorseful yearning in his eyes, she watched him stare at her in awe. He hadn't moved in an inch neither uttered a single word yet he seemed to have undergone a huge alteration that too in a single moment. She stood confused and couldn't quite put her finger on what was amiss she could feel it but not understand it. "Milind aap kahaan they? itni der ho gayi phone bhi nahin kiya aapney, main kitni pareshaan ho gayi thi" she had said seeing him turn his eyes away from her in haste. She stepped forward towards him smelling of Chanel causing Milind to stagger back his senses were reeling with passion, with desire, with a strong urge to make her his own. But how could he, he was bound by obligation he had to get her meet Shashank before passing the final verdict. He had to let her know he was not a hurdle in her union with the one she loved.... or so he thought. "I'm sory Prachi aaj ka dinner" his voice trailed off sadly "vaada to kiya per...... nibha nahin paaya". "Kyun hum jaa nahin rahey kiya?" Prachi had asked in a quiet voice Milind had looked up to see her eyes shining her face crest fallen something in him broke to see her that way. "Prachi der ho gayi na ab to" he had tried to explain more to himself than to her making lame excuses. Though in reality he wanted to drive off with her to the end of the world where there'd be no Shashank at all. "Theek hai kisi or din sahi... aap bethiye main khana laati huun" she had whispered trying hard not to let her eyes give her away. She had looked forward to spending time with him and maybe letting him know that she loved him... had he asked. His advances the earlier night had made her believe he felt the same way for her the way she felt for him. As she had turned to leave Milind had held her by her arm turning her slightly to him her eyes were downcast as she did not wish him to know how heartbroken she had been. Placing his palm on her cheek he had gently lifted her face to his own "Naraaz hai mujh sey" he had asked pained to see her wistful. Lifting her eyes to his she had shaken her head in disagreement "Nahin to, aap kaam main busy hongey na koi baat nahin, main intizaar ker luungi.... kisi or din ka jab aapkey paas merey liye waqt hoga" she had smiled weakly pulling away from him. He had watched her leave the room feeling disgusted with himself he'd spent the whole evening cursing his fate deliberately avoiding to meet her and here she thought he must've been slaving at some important project. Taking out his kurta he had left for the washroom standing under the ice cold water he tried to stop his sorrow from spilling through his eyes. He hated it, all of it having to lie to her, deceive her into thinking he had been busy. He didn't want her to go back to Shashank leave him on his own he needed her more than he had realized. He let the water wash over him watching it hit the tiled floor beneath him oddly though it did not extinguish the fire that ignited his soul. He felt like a wild beast imprisoned within a cage forced to watch the world from behind the iron bars ready to tear the world apart to regain freedom. Slamming his fist in the wall he leaned his robust frame on his hands crying hard as the water beat down on him he hoped tomorrow would never come.
Part 50
Prachi had changed and retired to the sofa earlier that evening both she and Milind had merely pecked at their food in an attempt to make the other believe they were infact dining, though the truth was both were entangled in their own chain of thoughts. Preeti had insisted on sleeping with her Naani that night and Prachi had not forced her to accompany her to the bedroom as it was she wasn't in the right frame of mind. Milind had refused to converse with her during the meal focusing his eyes on the plate infront of him she worried about him being in a fix and debated on whether she should inform Ali about it or not. Moreover she was afraid if she did tell Ali his arrival might cause Milind to despise her as he had done with the cigarette issue and right now she was in no mood to get him all worked up at the expense of her whim. As she entered the room she was taken aback to see Milind already asleep normally he'd wait up for her to discuss the events during the day Preeti's naughty antics or Bua's tiff with Naintara. Prachi would have a laugh or two filling him on all that would've transpired in his absence. She decided not to disturb him and casting a sad glance at his broad back had tried to sleep. He was fast approaching but Prachi had no clue where to hide or take shelter. He was going to find her and this time it felt as if nothing was going to stop him. Tears blurred her vision as she frantically tried to find some hidden sanctuary where she might be concealed and he may give up searching for her. There were miles of golden sand stretched in all directions as far as the eye could see the sun shone brightly scorching her soft skin there was no help, no one not even a sound. Her snowy dress hung in tatters the thorns having ripped it apart in several places her arms and hands were a bloody mess as she had used them to fend herself from the giant cacti that peppered the plain she had left behind. Her feet were sore and ached and she longed for rest but she could not stop she had to run else he would come and take her away. She had tried running again but could no longer find the strength or energy to do so tired she had sit down on the burning grains as they seared her skin making her pray for remission. Alas he was swifter than she had perceived and was on her within minutes his eyes glinted maniacally as he smiled extending his hand towards her. "Kitna bhago gi Prachi, mujh sey to duur ja hii nahin sakti tum. Mainey kaha tha dhund luunga tumhain chahey pataal main hii kyun na chup jao tum.... dekha dhund hii liya." Catching her by her arms he had pulled her closer to him as she cried defeatedly all her efforts had been rendered futile he had finally reached her she had struggled in his hold but he was more powerful, stronger and barbarous. She stood paralysed as he produced a length of rope from under his black cloak and tied her wrists firmly with it. Winking at her slyly he had touched his black felt hat with a flair and had pulled her after him making her walk behind him dragging her to his den. They had travelled far away from the desert this was different terrain now the ground was hard the place arid a few dry bushes sprouted sporadically. Not a sound was heard apart from her pitiful sobs and the scrunch of his black boots as he trampled on the stones and dry bramble twigs underfoot. Prachi felt exhausted she wished then she could die at that very moment than be returned back to the lair she had fled from after a strenuous struggle. They hadn't gone very far when they came upon a figure in white his black curls contrasting with his candescent robe ruffled gently by the warm breeze. His dark eyes had narrowed as he watched the cruel scene that beheld his view from afar. His hand had rested on his sword that lay safe within it's jewelled scabbard tied firmly to his waist. As Prachi had approached him she had pleaded for mercy through wet eyes, her parched lips had opened to mouth a silent call for help. He had looked at her speechless even in her bedraggled form she was a beauty and her helplessness had him desirous of aiding her. His bearded face had a commanding aura to it his lips pressed but his eyes shone depicting kindness and he had closed them then nodding ever so slightly assuring her of assistance on his part. Tapping the black cloaked man on his shoulder he had asked him to stop "Humsafar to saath chalta hai phir yeh tumharey peechey kyun?" His voice was calm his face relaxed folding his arms on his chest he awaited the other man to answer. "Humsafar saath chala kertey hain saaye nahin, yeh to mera saaya hai or tumhain iss sey kiya matlab. Apna raasta dekho mujhey merey raastey jaaney do bas kuch hii duur or manzil aa jayegi" he had smiled. Somehow the robed figure was not pleased with the answer and had pulled out his sword from it's sheath it's polished iron gleaming in the last rays of the dying sun. With one fluid move he had cut the rope binding Prachi to the dark attired man who had been quick to rush to safety cowering behind the robed figure's broad back. Shivering she held his coarse dress tightly as he turned his face lightly to look at her their eyes had met then and he had smiled at her. A new spirit had been infused in Prachi who had smiled in return but the cloaked person had not anticipated this he was at the other man's throat in a flash. A fight had ensued between the two leaving Prachi petrified she watched in horror as the black figure soon gained authority over the robed one pinning him to the ground attempting to strangulate him.
"MILIND!!!!" Prachi had screamed in misery trying to push Shashank off him her eyes scoured the area for any mode of assistance, consequently she spotted Milind's sword that had been flung away. Sprinting over to it she fetched it for him "Milind" she had whispered even though it was barely audible he had heard her. Turning over he had managed to kick Shashank off him getting to his feet he waved his sword threateningly. "Ussey chor dey.... shayad main teri jaan baksh duun" Milind had told him as Shashank readied himself to attack. "Woh meri hai or agar meri nahin to phir kisi ki bhi nahin hogi" Shashank had sneered before leaping on Milind who awaited him and in one swift swipe had beheaded the tyrant. Shashank's head had rolled over to Prachi's feet while his headless body dropped to the ground. The blood curdling scenario had Prachi gape at them horror stricken, blood oozed out of the cranium as his lifeless emerald eyes stared coldly at her. Prachi had screamed in terror causing Milind to wake up and in an instant he was by her side. "Shh shh Prachi...." he tried to assuage her but she sat trembling her bosom heaving as she clutched the blanket fearfully. "Milind.. Milind... Milind" was all that she could say her eyes closed yet her mind vigil evident from the manner in which she shivered holding the blanket to herself. Fearing she might roll over the sofa he had picked her in his arms taking her to the bed. Once he set her down he had tried to let go to fetch a cold compress for her but Prachi would not have it her skin burned as sweat beads cropped on her forehead her breathing was laboured her eyes shut. Milind realized she was still asleep yet her dream had her having a fit he touched her face gently to hear her chant his name again. "Prachi main hun yahaan" he had tried to pacify her pulling her to him her slender form hugging him tightly, he realized she had been frightened to a very large extent. At some point in time Prachi had felt movement beside her. Opening her eyes she took in her surroundings apprehensively half expecting to find Shashank's bloodied corpse at her feet but after realizing that she was with Milind her heart had stopped thumping as if it would split her ribcage in two. She still had not been able to put the vivid details of her rather gruesome nightmare out of her mind true she had been seeing them since long but it had never come to this. Tonight it had finally finished Milind had ended it both mentally and physically, Milind could not understand what could have triggered her imagination resulting in the incubusthough he knew it was what had been hounding her since long. He thought it best to let her relax instead of probing about the dream itself he waited patiently as her breathing returned to normal and her grip on his kurta slackened before planting a soft kiss on her pale forehead. He could feel his kurta getting soaked and had lifted her chin to look at her crying silently her face moist with tears. Milind was visibly moved and had kissed her wet eyelids with love "Ab bhi darr lag raha hai?" he had asked softly tucking her hair behind her ear. Prachi had not said anything but had opened her eyes to look at him gaze back at her she knew he loved her then why did he not say so. Her powerlessness over her emotions for him had caused her tears to slip from her open eyes more forcefully not being able to face him anymore she had buried her face in his chest. She could not complain, not ask him anything because he had provided her no right on him. Her long wait had enervated her and she had decided it best to resign to fate let God choose the right path for her she herself had lost hope in any happiness ever coming her way. Milind had gently patted her till she had soothed considerably and before long her heavy eyes had drooped shut, watching her drift off to sleep snuggled to him had made him feel contemptible of his fate. Making her lie on the bed comfortably he had covered her with the blanket leaving her to sleep her complaints away while he had yet to figure out a way to dispense his.
Milind could not doze off after Prachi's paroxysmal scream that night not that he had tried to sleep for that matter tomorrow hung formidable on him and he had no clue of what it held. He had wanted to question Prachi about Shashank and his involvement in her life, his claims on her whether they stood true or not. But he had been silenced firstly by her grief on not being able to spend time alone with him and secondly by her disturbed thought process during the night, he had not wanted to burden her further by questioning her about him. He figured at lunch that afternoon he might come to know more about them by her reaction after meeting Shashank and her behaviour towards him. If indeed she did love him he'd know in an instant yes surely he had come to understand her better than she did herself, if only he could have a premonition on her feelings for him. Sighing he too had resigned himself to fate deeming it as the best course of action..... till afternoon then he had thought watching Prachi slumber peacefully placing a soft kiss on her cheek. When Prachi had awoken that morning she had found the room empty Milind had left earlier than usual the truth was Milind could not bring himself to look at those hazel eyes fixed on him pleading, requesting, complaining. He had driven around the city aimlessly watching the world awaken as the sun had shone down beating naked rays of fresh new light on all alike and finally had driven to his haven, his office as the clock struck 9. He had told Madhu to call Prachi up asking her to tell her meet him for a lunch date, Carlton at 2 that afternoon. Prachi had been giving Preeti a bath when Ramu kaka had informed her about a call waiting. She had wrapped her in a towel before carrying her to the bed to attend the phone call. When she had heard Madhu ask her to come down to Carlton she couldn't believe her ears maybe Milind was trying to make up for dinner the previous evening. She had smiled in jubilation cuddling a drenched Preeti to her "Preeti jaanu Papa achey hain na?" she had asked the little child who was at her best behaviour that morning. Preeti had nodded her head vigorously in consent she could not speak fluently till yet but had certainly come to understand conversation. Premlata's association had definitely tamed her to some extent she sat patiently as Prachi towelled her and then powdered her before rubbing lotion on her chubby face and slipping on her frock. "Mumma Papa ello" she had requested her mother she had not met her father the previous night neither that morning and had missed his presence at the breakfast table. "Phone kerna hai Papa ko?" Prachi had asked elated, now she'd have a reason to call him and Preeti had again nodded her head in assent. Brushing her wet curls Prachi had placed her on the bed she dialled Milind's private number then. "Milind Mishra here" she had heard him speak her heart had suddenly accelerated a beat her silence spoke volumes, atleast to Milind it did he heard her breathe softly on the other end anticipating recognition and he had smiled. "Prachi...." he had taken her name and she had smiled automatically pleased by his gesture. The magical moment though had been broken by a very excited Preeti "Papa ello....... Papa Mumma..." and he had laughed to himself so the mother daughter duo were in it together. He decided to have some fun with them then "Preeti mumma paas bethi hai?" he had asked his daughter who had nodded her head then. "Mumma ko phone do" he had told her and she had readily done so. "Prachi phone speaker per rakho" he had said to her and she had complied switching it on speaker mode. "Preeti meri jaan kaisi hai....?" he had asked again to be answered by a squeaky "Papa". "Preeti mumma sey kehna Papa sorry bol rahey hain kal shaam key liye" and Preeti had turned to look at her mother sit there kissing her tenderly. "Mumma Papa tholi" she had conveyed the message promptly. "Preeti mumma sey kehna terey Papa buhut akeley ho jatey hain kabhi kabhi, uski dosti buhut qeemti hai Papa key liye. Woh Papa sey khafa to nahin?" Preeti had watched her mother with questioning eyes to see her shake her head in the negative her eyes glazed. "Nayi Papa" Preeti had informed him laughing in jest "Preeti mumma sey kehna Papa ney kaha Thank You or mumma koi eik kiss dena meri taraf sey." Obediently Preeti had stood up in Prachi's lap kissing her on her cheek with love "Mumma... Tank oo... Papa" she had pointed to the phone then trying to make her understand that she had done her father's bidding. Prachi had kissed her back "Preeti Papa sey kehna mumma intizaar kareingi unka aaj dopeher or iss baar vaada nibhana pareyga" she had instructed the little child in her gentle voice that had floated to Milind. Preeti though had tried her best to convey the message in her own language to her father. So she'd wait for him he had thought clicking the phone shut little had she known how ardently he himself awaited that moment.
Prachi had dressed with care she wanted to look her very best though she hadn't worn the gifts he had bought her. She had managed to look mesmerizing in a teal blue saree she knew it was Milind's favourite colour after crimson. She was happy that if not dinner then a lunch atleast she'd be able to spend some time with Milind alone and that was all that mattered. She had reached the hotel to be ushered in by the manager himself Milind Mishra's wife was meant to be treated with respect Milind had made sure of that. She had cast a serene look around her the atmosphere was just right she had thought admiring the dining hall done in pale shades of ochre and peach giving a sunny yet mellowed look to the entire place. She traced Milind's name with her finger on the napkin placed in front of her smiling at her childishness in an attempt to while away time. As she sat awaiting Milind she had heard a slight rustle behind her she had looked up to see something she had dreaded for what seemed like a lifetime. There dressed in cobalt blue more develish than ever stood Shashank Saxenna hands in pockets looking more evil than satan himself. "Tum!" Prachi had sputtered in disbelief her face had gone pallid her brow moist, her hands shook as the magnanimity of the situation hit her with full force. He Shashank Saxenna the sole destroyer of her life was finally infront of her and she Prachi Shah had no route to escape. She had tried to get up and run but he had gripped her lifeless wrist in his own making her retreat to him. Her knees turned to water with fear her heart had started pounding what if Milind saw him with her.... what would he think? What would she do now he had found her he would take her away from Mlind from her family from everyone. Her eyes had filled with tears as she saw him through them numb and horrified to the very last cell in her body. Shashank had pressed her close to him twisting her arm in pleasure "Kiya socha tha bhag jayegi pehley ki tarah.... naa naa ab kahin nahin bhagney dunga" he had whispered in her ears as she felt herself stiffen against him. He had forced her to sit back seating himself opposite her grinning like a fool who'd just struck gold "Kahaan kahaan nahin dhunda tumko Prachi mainey per tum mili bhi to yahaan" he had willed her to look at him catching her jaw in his bony fingers he had pressed them in cruelly making her wince in obvious pain. "Tumko kiya laga bhool gaya Shashank Saxenna tumko " laughing a soft low laugh he had pitied her sitting there quite motionless too petrified to think or act. "Yaad haina tumko woh raat ......" and Prachi had closed her eyes resolutely to relive the most hair raising moments that had ever passed in her life.
Part 51
Prachi Inder Shah the name immediately conjured up the vision of a beauteous maiden simple and pure she was the first child hotelier Inder Shah had been blessed with. He had been elated when she had been born his first offspring, he had slaved hard all his life and had wished to present the world to her. Prachi was a means of fulfilling Inder's desires and wishes he provided her with everything he himself had lacked in his growing years. He had taken great care to get her educated at the leading institutions endowing her with the best of literary and social knowledge available. He had groomed her well and had showered her with unconditional love, in short she was the apple of his eye. Prachi was succeeded by Alaap Bobby and Soumya all of her siblings though special in their own way were never able to add up to the position Prachi held in Inder's life. To Inder life started and ended with Prachi at times Premlata his wife would fear such an affluence of love and care might spoil the young child. But contrary to her fears Prachi had turned out to be the most sensible, sensitive and naiive of her four children and she was happy it had been that way. As Prachi grew older her delicate nature was moulded into a traditional sculpture of the dutiful daughter who upheld traditions and values lived them and treasured them. She was the sort young lads pined for yet she never lifted an eye towards them moreso her innocence had enhaced her beauty and her kind and gentle nature had added to it blessing her with an extraordinary charm. Amongst the people who hoped to attain her was Shashank Saxenna a spoilt, rich and arrogant youngster. He was an epicure yet had been ruined by excessive luxuries and unmonitored access to abundance of wealth. His parents had died in a car crash leaving him in the care of his uncle Sandiip Sickand who himself was the devil incarnated and had left no stone unturned in making his nephew an exact replica of him. Life had been generous to Prachi she had everything she had ever desired at her disposal in a blink of an eye but all that was to change unknown to her because such is the manner in which fate operates blessing one yet depriving the other for no rhyme or reason. Prachi had been attending college for four long years and as the exams drew nearer so had the desire to clear them all with flying colours the job was tough but Prachi was a consistent and hardworking girl. Soon that difficult phase was done with and now the results were awaited, before college was bid farewell for life the administration had arranged a party for the final year students as is accustomed. Prachi had never been keen on attending parties neither did she intend to attend this one but her friends had stressed upon her presence there citing it as the last time they could be all together on their college grounds.
A sense of nostalgia has washed over Prachi as she walked through the dark corridors of her alma mater some of the best years of her life had been spent there. As she strolled listlessly through the passageway she was surprised to see a group of lads huddled together in the far corner of the hall she decided to move on when she heard her name spring up in the loud whispers. She was concealed well in the shadows of a sandstone pillar and decided to investigate further as far as she knew she had not been aquainted with any of the people assembled there. On straining her ears she realized that a plot was being hatched to trap her into getting laid by a certain Shashank Saxenna, her anger knew no bounds. She remembered Shashank from the various occassions on which he had tried to act friendly with her, the way he looked at her had her despise him it felt as if he were always trying to size her up. His deep green eyes depicted lust and Prachi had known it best to maintain her distance from him since day one but here right now she could not stop herself. What did he think she was another one of the college lasses who wasted no time in being all over him. Just because he had the power and looks did not mean he could play God to her too. Her hands shook with rage as she quietly made her way back to the college auditorium where the party was in full swing, she had not wished to remain there a minute longer but was forced to as her father had still not arrived to pick her up. Meandering through the crowd she took her seat on an empty table toying with her drink when she felt someone pull up a chair opposite her. As expected it was Shashank cold fury engulfed Prachi as she met his gaze with courage hoping he would not drive her to act in a regrettable way. Shashank had tried to make conversation but when Prachi did not respond he had been irritated his friends had laughed at him when he had vowed to make Prachi his that night and he was hell bent to prove them that he indeed held the authority to have the last word. Prachi bore his advances in silence but when she saw him cross limits she could no longer play ignorant pushing back her chair she had stood up to leave when Shashank had held her by her wrist and that was the last straw. In a split second Prachi had slapped him hard across his face the party had stopped midway everyone stood struck with wonder as they saw an entirely different Prachi emerge from her cocoon. "Chaar saal main tumhain bardasht kerti rehi yeh soch ker keh waqt key saath tum sudhar jaogey or larkiyon ko apney faidey key liye istimaal kerna chor dogey. Lekin sudhaar wahaan aata hai jahan chah ho per tumney to kabhi sahi or ghalat key farq ko hii nahin samjha phir kisi ki izzat key saath khelna tumharey liye kiya maainey rakheyga. Mujhey umeed hai yeh thappar tumhain zindagi bhar yaad raheyga" saying so Prachi had pulled her hand from his grasp walking off amidst a thunderous applause. Shashank was not only a cheap flirt he was also a bully and snob which had caused students and teachers to loathe him alike. The slap had left a lasting impression on Shashank's heart and cheek one that he would not forget for a very long time to come.
Time had passed quickly it had been two years to the incident and no mention of Shashank had ever risen in her life after that night Prachi was busy with her work then. She assisted Inder in his business aspiring to learn a thing or two who was only too glad to have her with him having lost all hope in Alaap. Inder had desired to train Alaap under his watchful eye and make him turn into the next budding entrepreneur in Mumbaii but sadly some dreams never are fulfilled neither was Inder's. Alaap was of a different breed since an early age he had started showing his true colours as he advanced in years his bend of mind was more towards detrimental activities. His social gathering was not a respectable one too all his friends hailed from the elite class but were steeped in filth and one such friend that headed the gang was Shashank. The idea was not new the night Shashank had borne humiliation and shame at Prachi's hands with an entire college body as witness he had vowed to make her his if only for a night. He intended to make her grovel, beg him for mercy and then he would find peace at last. The raging fire that burnt his heart and soul alike would be put out but before that he would not rest. Shashank had long sought for a weak link that would eventually tie him to Prachi and Alaap had turned out to be just that. Unknown to his family Alaap spent many comfortable days with Shashank who had educated him in all the wrong lessons, Alaap drank and gambled at Sandiip's house till late hours. Inder had come to know of it at a very late stage by then Alaap had become so engrossed in his new lifestyle that Inder's threats did not matter much to him. Alaap was not a good player and often lost money at the game which Shashank would conveniently pay on his behalf waiting for the right moment to strike Alaap and finally his patience had paid off. Now they did not play at the confines of Shashank's house with his guards and servants as playmates they did it big in bars and casinos, it was a cold stormy night when Alaap and Shashank had gotten in a friendly game of cards. As the evening advanced so had the game and before long Alaap had lost everything right down to his shoes. Laughing dryly Shashank had reminded him of the loans he had generously lent to him in his time of need asking for it all that night. "Tum pagal ho gaye ho Shashank main itna saara paisa kahaan sey launga?" Alaap had felt his blood freezing Inder had not yet known of his current finacial status because unperceived by Inder, Alaap had bet his house Shah mansion and various assets of the company from time to time to quench his thirst for the game. All of that had been paid off by Shashank who now threatened to expose him infront of Inder if he did not comply to his bidding. "Aakhir tum chahtey kiya ho mujh sey?" Alaap had asked flustered he could not see any way out of the mess he had single handedly created. "Prachi" Shashank had breathed to Alaap who stood stunned "Ussey merey paas bhej do... woh meri ho jayegi or yeh sab tumhara." Shashank had placed the papers of the mansion on the glass table at his farmhouse coolly. "Tumhara dimagh kharab ho gaya hai Shashank Prachi meri behen hai" Alaap had screamed in rage. "Per meri to nahin" Shashank had drawled gulping the rich blood red wine from the tumbler he held. "Soch lo Alaap sirf eik raat kii hii to baat hai kisi ko pata bhi nahin chaleyga, tumharey Papa ko bhi nahin or tumhara ghar bhi tumhain waapas mil jayega. Sauda bura nahin... " Shashank had tempted him. "Main nahin ker sakta aisa" Alaap had declared defiantly when Shashank saw this was not working he had asked Alaap to play another hand. If Alaap won he could get all that he had forfeited back but if he lost to Shashank he would lose his sister too and this time Shashank wouldn't ask for his permission. Alaap was caught if he denied to gamble Shashank would march up to his father and throw his family out of the house if he did indeed play another hand he might win it all back and in that unfortunate moment he had bet Prachi along with the other assets. The game was set the deed done Alaap had lost again and this time it was a fatal blow he had received, he stood paralysed when Shashank had set off to claim Prachi as his.
The way back home was one Alaap would never forget till he breathed somehow he had to stop him was the sole thought that swirled in his mind. As Shashank had stepped inside the threshold to his abode Alaap had howled in misery hurling curses at him. He fought and kicked Shashank who soon had him rounded up by his goons walking briskly inside the peaceful haven named Shah mansion. Prachi sat chatting to her father at the dinner table Premlata had left for a dental appointment with her mother in law, Soumya was at a friend's place while Bobby was taking a shower. Inder had not been feeling well lately he had come to know of his wealth being depleted at Alaap's hands and had been astounded on his own negligence why had he let it come to this. Why had he not stopped Alaap when he should have why had been so caught in his own race to the top that he had forgotten about his responsibility towards his children. Shashank had walked in at that moment followed closely by Alaap held roughly by his guards who had thrown him down relieving their hands off him. Inder had looked up in surprise at this rather bizzarre entrant dressed in black from head to foot Shashank had smiled casually at Prachi. "Hello Prachi nice to see you again, do saal main bhuuli to nahin hogi mujhey" he had laughed making himself comfortable on the chair beside her pulling her hand he forced her to sit by him. "Apna haath hatao Shashank" Prachi had told him solemnly before shrugging it off herself and had scooted towards Inder who had held her close. "Tum kon ho or yahaan kiya ker rahey ho?" Inder had asked Shashank sternly. "Behter hoga yeh sawaal aap apney betey sey karein or raha sawal merey yahaan aaney ka to mujhey Prachi dey dijiye main chala jaunga." Shashank had tried to act polite smirking at the oblivious father who hardly knew what his son had been up to."Kiya bak rahey ho tum? Prachi ko ley jaaney waaley tum kon hotey ho?" Inder had questioned in a cutting tone it was evident by the way in which he held Prachi to him that he was not going to let Shashank place a finger on her. "Ley jaaney ka haq hai mujhey jeeta hai mainey issey juey kii baazi main aapkey betey se" Shashank had elaborated on the details placing an authoritative hand over Prachi as she watched him with repugnance. It couldn't be true he was lying she just couldn't believe him how could her own brother put her up for a bet surely he could not think so low of her they shared a bond, a blood relation. "Alaap yeh kiya bol raha hai tum sun rahey ho bolo na yeh jhoot bol raha hai .... tum ney mujhey daav per nahin lagaya na.. bolo na Alaap" she had pleaded to her brother who sat grief stricken his head bent low and in that catastrophic moment she had known of it being the stark reality. Her face had lost colour while Inder stared at his son in astonishment how could he put his sister at stake for a mere game. "Chalo merey saath" Shashank had declared swinging her on his shoulder he had led a screaming Prachi out of the safety of her home. "Choro mujhey choro!!!!" Prachi had had shrieked in panic a chilling rush of fear had coursed her veins then. Her head hanging down she lay propped on Shashank's broad shoulder raining his back with a volley of punches. "Choro mujhey main kahin nahin jaungi... choro" she had screeched writhing in agony as dread had replaced horror somehow she had an inkling on what was going to follow next. Inder had tried to wrench Prachi from Shashank but had been brutally rebuffed by his goons who had dealt him with a fussilade of kicks and punches. "Prachi" Inder had whispered bruised and beaten dragging himself on the icy marble his hand outstretched as he froze in a cold mass on the floor. His life his daughter Prachi had been taken away from him in such a monstrous way how could he breathe any longer he had suffered a massive heart stroke and had died on the spot. "Papa... Papa!!!" Alaap had shaken Inder's lifeless form thoroughly but it was of no use the soul had departed from it's restrictive confines of the body leaving behind a heap of flesh and bones.
Once at his farmhouse Shashank had taken a howling Prachi to his bedroom closing it behind him he had flung her on the master bed. Laughing demonically he had advanced towards her "Shashank agar tum ney mujhey haath bhi lagaya to" Prachi had warned him in a shaking voice inching away from him. "Haath to kiya Prachi ajj to tuu saari meri hai sirf meri" he had snarled. Closing in the distance between them ripping off her dupatta he threw it away abusing her fragile body with his cold and beastly hands clawing on her gentle form. Prachi had felt as if this was a very bad dream she could still not believe this was actually happening Shashank was trying to rape her but her senses were quickly enlivined when she felt his hands on her torso. "Choro mujhey CHORO!!" she had screamed her voice hoarse with the shrill shrieks that emitted from her throat in retataliation muffled in the thunderous claps of the stormy night. Raindrops sluiced against the closed window panes of the room the thunder bolts wreaking havoc on the skies lashing water in fury as if angered by all that happened below. She cried for help desperately attempting to get him off her but alas he was stronger than she had anticipated. Pinning her down to the bed Shashank had managed to strip her bare leaving deep scars on her chest as he dug in her soft skin with his nails and teeth during the struggle making her cry in torment. "Please mujhey chor do" she sobbed "main haath jorti huun tumharey please" Prachi had implored crying hot tears abhorring his wretched and criminal act trying her level best to push his lean form off her. In an attempt to be freed she had bit him then hard on his hand fuelling his anger making him torture her all the more but he had moved then, off her as a vicious plan formed in his evil mind the game was yet to begin how could he finish it so soon. Prachi had stared at him destitutely pulling the blanket to cover her naked form shivering so hard she feared her teeth would start chattering. "Abhi to tarpana baaqi hai tumhain Prachi..." Shashank had winked at her watching her with pleased eyes she was exactly where he had wanted her in his clutches helpless and doomed. "Yaad hai woh thappar main to nahin bhuula per tumhain bhi saari umer yaad rakhwaunga.... aajkey baad" he had clutched a fistful of her hair jerking her head brutally towards his own. Prachi could smell alcohol as he breathed on her "Aaj key baad tumhain yaad raheyga to sirf mera chehra Prachi" he had sneered close to her as she shut her eyes to block his hideous face from view. "Sotey jaagtey uthtey bethtey.... sirf main hii main nazar aaunga" he had cackled throwing his head back laughing insanely.
In that instant Prachi had desperately tried to find something to defend herself with, her furtive eyes had gleaned a lamp placed close on a table not far. Now if only she could reach it she had thought wiping away her tears for better vision but Shashank had other plans. He had switched the lights on bathing the room in a brilliant world of hues producing a digital camera from a side drawer he had set the timer. "Ab aayega maza!" he had grinned sadistically and before Prachi could know what was happening he had pulled the blanket in one swift motion away from her. Revealing her to the camera's naked eye and in a flash the picture had been stored safe in the appliance. Prachi had quickly curled herself up horror stricken at the level to which he had stooped but by then it was too late Shashank had clicked a few more pictures of her making her wish she would die in that instant. She groped about for the blanket while he kept taking the pictures laughing hysterically all the time. Prachi sat numbed she realized from that moment on her life was finished and if there was nothing left to secure she might as well end it. Not being able to bear it anymore Prachi had jumped off the bed and pushed him hard, he was not expecting this from her and was caught off guard. Running to the table Prachi had picked up the heavy porcelain lamp and had smashed it on Shashank's head rendering him dysfunctional for a few moments and that was the time Prachi had to avail. Sprinting to the bedside she had dressed herself of what remained of her clothes when she saw him coming around for a moment. She was tempted to take the camera but it was still held tightly by Shashank in his left hand. Prachi could see the blow though hard was not enough to make him lose consciousness she could hear him moaning muttering curses to her. Unlocking the door she had run down the stairs trying to avoid detection she feared if she remained there any longer Shashank would finally complete the task he had wished to undertake that night and deprive her off her honour. She could hear his goons sitting in the hallway drinking and gambling if she went that way they would certainly catch her again. Her body trembled and she hoped she wouldn't pass out with the shock she had gone through but her mind urged her convincing her to flee. It was one of those horrible moments when one realizes death awaits at the next bend but still one tries to dodge it in a mad desperate desire to live and Prachi had done the same. She crouched low then making her way to the back door tugging it open to hear it creak slowly "Arey tuuney awaaz suni chotey" one of the goons had pricked his ears. "Haan ustaad woh billi hogi Raghu kii har waqt saali ider'j ghumreyli hoti hai" Chotu had spoken up as Prachi awaited them to come there with bated breath. But it seemed they were least concerned busy in their leisurely activities pulling the door wide open not waiting to see whether anyone followed her or not Prachi had leapt out in the back yard immediately drenched as the rain pelted down on her. She ran as hard as she could and as fast as her legs would allow, breathless and worn she had slipped in the wet mud many a times but always managed to coax herself to get up and run.... run away from Shashank.
Part 52
The contryside was deserted and appeared all the more frightening as Prachi ran blindly through the expansive corn fields surrounding Shashank's farmhouse. He had brought her to this wilderness to make sure no living soul ever came to know of the inflictions he had prepared to bestow upon Prachi that black night. The soggy ground trapped Prachi's feet in it's hold hindering her flight she had fallen countless times, her clothes were soiled, muddy and wet. Her body throbbed with pain as the fresh wounds Shashank had engraved on it were washed in the drowning rain but Prachi pushed all thoughts aside. She did not register anything neither the icy cold wind that rushed through the aphotic isolation, nor the stinging rain drops as they fell hard and fast like little lead balls attacking her viciously. Her mind chanted one slogan "RUN.... RUN" and that was all that she was doing or capable of thinking at the moment. Her limbs ached from over exhertion but she did not care as she slogged on thrashing through the damp vegetation waving in the winds that lashed furiously manouvering the downpour. It had been hours now or so it seemed to Prachi who had reached a dirt road, morning was still far away and no traces of light or sound were picked up by her. She felt as if she was trapped in limbo no matter what way she took or what course she tread she was ensnared in a desolate jungle. She had left Shashank and his atrocities far back but to her it seemed they stood right behind her waiting to snap her back in that nightmare. Exhausted, breathless and drained she had felt herself fall in welcoming oblivion in the middle of the road. She had not known then that Shashank had been hot on her heels but a stroke of luck on Prachi's part had made him wander far away from her in her search. She had not known too how Mr Mishra had chanced to see her lie on the road in that frazzled form her ragged and torn appearance telling her tale of woes. Mr Mishra had been on his way to Mumbaii where his daughter awaited his arrival at her wedding. He had been in a hurry returning from an important errand from Chandigarh where Bua lay sick and had opted for a short cut he knew through the fields. Little had he known two years later the exact same maid would turn out to be the daughter in law he prized and loved similar to his own daughter. Extremely taken aback by her decrepit condition Mishra jii had asked the driver to make her lie on the back seat of his car and had driven her to City hospital. He had asked the doctor there to provide her with immediate medical attention claiming her to be his own flesh and blood on being interrogated about her basics.
And so Prachi had reached the hospital miles away from Shashank who hunted the grounds like a hyena on rampage seeking fresh blood. Had it not been Sukriti's wedding that same night Mr Mishra would never have left her but he was required at his house at that very moment to bid farewell to his daughter who awaited him to give her away. Instructing the driver to keep an eye on the young lady he had hailed a cab and left for home promising himself to come back the moment he finished his duties as a father. All Prachi remembered after gaining consciousness was lying in the hospital room with a clear beeping sound reaching her ears continually. She had roved her eyes to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings the stark white plastered walls, the soft blue of her gown made it all feel surreal as if she were still in a dream. She realized soon that she lay bedridden at a hospital her body aching in retaliation to the extremes she had pushed it to . Her pulse was being monitored by a machine not far off while a drip steadily administered her with a fresh supply of medication. Images of the horrific events raced through her mind and she broke down completely, crying wretchedly the worst had been over but she was going to remember it with vivid clarity for the rest of her life. She had been shattered and her body mishandled as she examined the numerous scars on her bosom her heart wept in tribulation. Was it her fault that she did not allow Shashank to win her over in his first attempt, not let him own her like numerous other girls before her. Was it a sin to believe that her thoughts and love were a sacred douceur for the one she married, became wife to. She had never done any wrong nor wished ill for anyone then why did this tragedy befall her, she was scarred now for life and nothing she did or said would ever make it right. Hiding her lacerated face in her hands she sobbed bitterly she was ruined forever damned to the deepest pits of hell with no source of redemption in sight. She had remained unconcious for two days running a high temperature slipping in and out of the narcotic numbness that etched over her mind body and soul. Baba's driver had been sent home by the doctor and he had left asking the concerned personnel to inform him the minute Prachi gained conciousness. Unfortunately for Prachi Baba had suffered from a stroke of elevated blood pressure the night Sukriti was wed, he loved his daughter tremendously her departure had certainly not been taken lightly by him. It had been a week before Baba's fluctuating pressure had stabilized but by then Prachi had already been discharged and had managed to reach home only to find it black and mourning, Inder Shah remained no more.
The aftermath of that night was far from pleasant Alaap had fled the city and could not be traced, Shashank in a mad fury had withdrawn all cash he had paid in Alaap's stead causing the creditors to knock their doors. Very soon Shah Industries had been split up and the spoils feasted on by the creditors who awaited the asset ripping like sharks awaiting a kill. Premlata had thought it best to abandon everything and find refuge in a chawl she deemed Prachi's honour far more important than the monetary loss they had suffered. They had lived off the gold ornaments Premlata and Daadi had been wise enough to bring along with them till Bobby secured a menial job as a waiter in a restaurant. Soumya too had pitched in working as an assisstant at a boutique they had taken care to lay low knowing full well how Shashank would leave no stone unturned to find Prachi. Prachi had understood now why Shashank had been on her case for so long he sought revenge for her public admonishment of his act and had blamed herself entirely for her family's ruin. Life had not been easy those were dark and dreary days with Daadi's illness it had become worse, Prachi had mourned fate's injustice for six long months but then one day as she sat poring over her diary she came across something. Something that blessed her hope and courage to live and to push her past behind her, it was a notion Inder had penned in it for his daughter in some carefree moment. "Zindagi jeeney key liye hoti hai phir yeh tum per hai keh issey kaisey jiya jaaye har ghum ko seh ker muskuratey huey apney liye or apnon keyliye ya yeh maan ker keh jeeney laiq kuch bacha hii nahin. Hum aksar duusri baat per ghor kertey hain or yeh bhool jaatey hain keh eik hadsey per zindagi nahin tham sakti kyunki zindagi rukti nahin, kabhi nahin kisi key liye nahin. Phir ussey mutthi main band kerna bewaqufi hii hogi, yeh to azaad hai waqt ki tarah jis ka koi sira nahin hota. Is liye jiyo kyunki zindagi jeeney key liye hii to hai!" Little had she known then those were the exact same words Inder had spoken to Milind confined in the grey walls of his prison cell and he had found the reason to live just like Prachi had at that moment. From then on Prachi had not looked back she realized she had been living in a time warp after that fateful night. She could not spend the rest of her life that way and so she had started her search for a job ending up as assisstant to Sonia. Her family had been her constant support through her trying times often she would sit up screaming in the middle of the night haunted by Shashank fearing his appearance beside her. Premlata would rock her gently patting her while she wept in silence clinging on to her mother like an ant to a leaf in the midst of a rushing torrent. She knew now the nightmares would be a part of her life for how long was not a question but they would stay, clear at times and vague at others but they always came.
It had been a matter of minutes and Prachi had relived each and every agonizing moment in a flash it was all before her very eyes. She had tried so hard to bury it all in her mind but Shashank had pulled off the cover she had laid on her wounds heartlessly. Now they lay bleeding as they did back then, she was the same Prachi Shah tormented and repressed wishing for a swift demise. She had slowly opened her wet eyes to see Shashank sit regally opposite her enjoying her anguish savouring it wishing there was more to it. "Kaha tha na Prachi bhula nahin paaogi mujhey" he had hissed neurotically catching her wrist imprisoning it in his bony hands. "Haan Shashank bhula to main nahin paayi tumhain tum jaisey nasoor aasani sey nahin bhulaye jaatey, per ab main tumsey nahin darti. Kyunki merey pati ab merey saath hain or woh tumhain mujhey chuuney bhi nahin deingey" saying so she had wrested her hand free. "Pati!!!" Shashank had howled in merriment "Kon woh Milind Mishra....... bataya nahin ussney tumhain woh to tumhari shaadi kerwaney waala hai mujh sey." Shashank simply could not get enough of it his face had turned bright crimson as he tried his best to smother his screeching laughter that threatened to attract attention. "Arey tum dono sey barey paagal mainey nahin dekhey eik saal sey saath hotey huey bhi eik dusrey sey anjaan ho.....waisey bhi tumharey so called rishtey ki sachai main achi tarah jaanta huun koi shaadi nahin kii uss ney tum sey or eik baar ussey pata chal jaye keh tum uss raat merey saath thi to dobara mur ker nahin dekheyga tumhari taraf" straightening up he had cast an impassive look at a shocked Prachi who sat as if stoned. "Tum ney Milind sey kiya kaha?" Prachi had whispered still in a state of disbelief, Milind had known about Shashank and he never breathed a word to her. Why... why did he of all people do this to her, could he not have asked her about him once before setting her up to receive the biggest blow of her life. "Yehi keh tum meri fiance ho tumharey Papa humari shaadi kerwana chahtey they per beycharey uper shift ho gaye... tsk tsk tsk...." Shashank had mocked sympathy with the sorry figure that sat opposite him "Ab tayyar ho jao umer bhar ki jahannum key liye." Shashank had smiled holding her hand tightening his grip to see the blood stop circulating in it "Jab tak meri beyizzati ka badla nahin ley leta chain sey nahin jeeney duunga tumhain Prachi Shah!" he had vowed solemnly. Prachi had read somewhere history repeats itself but she had not anticipated repitition of events in such a short lapse of time gaining back her senses Prachi had pushed his hand away. "Khabardar jo mujhey chua to Shashank Milind ko main sab sach sach bata duungi phir dekhti huun kaisey kertey ho mujh sey shaadi" she had snapped angrily standing up to leave. "Buhut pyaar kerti ho na Milind sey...." Shashank had inquired causing her to stop in mid step as he fiddled with a fork testing it's prongs for sharpness. "Mainey suna hai uskey Delhi hotel ka inaugaration hai agley haftey" Shashank had teased Prachi menacingly winking at her slyly. "Kiya kehti ho chala duun tumhari tasveerain inaugaration per, sab hongey wahaan press, delegates, colleagues, friends, media.... buhut achi coverage hogi tumhari..... Mrs Prachi Milind Mishra free of cost" he had snarled like a wild beast. Prachi had gaped at him in horror, the pictures ... she had forgotten about that ofcourse he would've kept them safe for such a moment to blackmail her into fulfilling his whims. "Tum... tum... aisa nahin ker saktey..." she had stammered flabbergasted full aware of the fact that Shashank did indeed intend on pulling off this neat little trick. Pulling her obstinately to him he had cradled her in his lap "Hmm.... ab jaanti to ho mujhey achi tarah tum, ofcourse main yeh sab ker sakta huun..." pushing her hair away from her shoulder he had pressed his lips against her bare skin and Prachi had sprung up as if pricked with sharp needles. "Yeh ghatia khwab dekhna band kero Shashank main tumhari kabhi nahin hongi kabhi nahin.... suna tum ney!!" Prachi had screamed vehemently when Shashank had stabbed her with the fork in his hand. "Chup chaap yahaan beth jao or tamasha mat kero warna abhi key abhi press main bhijwa duunga tumharey pyaarey photos" he had threatened her pushing the fork deeper in her palm causing it to puncture her flesh. She stifled a scream as Shashank drove it in further "Ab bolo Prachi kiya kerna chahti ho Milind ka sapna pura hotey huey dekhna chahti ho ya uski barbaadi?" he had questioned her. "Shashank mujhey dard ho raha hai" Prachi had pleaded trying to free her hand from under the fork that dug in her soft hand. "Mujhey bhi aisey hii dard hua tha Prachi jab thappar maara tha tum ney mujhey" he had replied mercilessly twisting the silverware between his fingers watching her face contort in pain. Did she expect him to let her off the hook so easy, no atleast not in this lifetime "Tum meri ho Prachi koi Milind tumko mujhsey duur nahin ley jaa sakta.... aisa honey nahin duunga main" he had clarified somberly his eyes glinting indicating his pleasure to see Prachi at her wits end.
Part 53
"Mr Milind Mishra aapkey guests aapka wait ker rahey hain" the manager had ushered Milind to their table, being seated facing the door Shashank had seen Milind make his way towards them. In a split second he had dropped the fork and had held Prachi's hand in his own feigning concern. Milind had joined them to see Shashank place tender kisses on Prachi's bleeding palm as she sat there very much perplexed at Shashank's change of behaviour. "Kiya hua Prachi yeh chot kaisey lagi ?" he had asked immediately taking her hand from Shashank in his own examining the wounds "Tuu kiya ker rahi thi yahaan?" he had questioned again agitated on seeing her hurt. "Bas woh fork per haath lag gaya shayad zyaada tez tha" she had explained wiping away tears that had fast spilled on her cheeks. Somehow Milind had a sense of deep rooted hatred creep in him as he stared at Shashank visibly unmoved. He felt like boxing his ears there and then how dare he even touch Prachi, he wondered if him kissing Prachi was just an act on his part. If he loved Prachi as much as he claimed he did then why did he not care about her pain or the fact that she certainly seemed unwell rather he played with his napkin trying to make a boat out of it. "I'm sure Mr Shashank takleef to buhut ho rahi hogi aapko apni fiance kii haalat dekh ker" Milind had taunted him. "Hairat hai aap ab tak yahaan bethey hain bandage tak ka intizaam nahin kiya aapney. Kuch nahin to napkin hii baandh detey khoon to ruk jaata I'm sure hotel management aapko charge nahin kertey.... laundry key liye" he had admonished Shashank. The last sentence delivered in a cutting tone that had caused Shashank to frown, his forehead creased as he cocked his eyebrows in surprise. Milind had soaked a napkin in water from the crystal tumbler placed on the table and had dabbed it on Prachi's palm wiping the wounds with utmost care. Concern evident in the way he softly blew on it to ease the pain. "Buhut dard ho raha hai Prachi?" he had asked placing his palm against her wet cheek thumbing the remnants of her tears that had soaked the front of her saree. "First aid to aap ker hii chukey hain..... pati jo thehrey ... naqli hii sahi" Shashank had spat out quite unhappy with the turn of events he had not expected Milind to show up at lunch spoiling the fun he was having at Prachi's expense . "Mr Saxenna I'm leaving wife or not she's very much my responsibility as long as she's under my roof.... chalo Prachi. " Saying so Milind had picked up Prachi in his arms as she snuggled close to his welcoming warmth. The afternoon was one big disaster and she was happy to be going home at last. The valet had brought Milind's car to the front and had opened the side door to allow Milind to seat Prachi. He was aware of the countless eyes that had lifted in his direction some in awe, others in admiration afterall it wasn't everyday a business tycoon sauntered through a renowned restaurant with his wife nestled in his arms. Shashank had narrowed his eyes in solicitude Milind was Prachi's raw nerve if he could somehow put his foot on it she'd be at his feet. Hmm he had mused 'chalo Prachi ab issey tumharey tareeqey sey kheleingey.... pyaar sey...' he had chuckled afterall love was the sole weakness Prachi had.
Milind had studied Prachi scrutinizing every move, carefully assessing her she certainly did not seem elated on meeting Shashank rather it appeared as if she'd just seen a ghost. He noticed how her fingers trembled while winding her saree's end around them how she kept biting her lip in an attempt to keep her tears at bay. How she resisted turning in his direction though her eyes kept flinching at every move he made. Something was wrong but what was it....Was this the way lovers met.... certainly not. He had found neither Shashank nor Prachi enthusiastic about this whole encounter and wondered if he had actually made a grave mistake by allowing him to meet her for lunch at all. "Aap ney to kaha tha aap aayeingey lunch per" Prachi had finally found the need to question looking at him through red veined eyes. Milind was stumped to see her stare at him accusingly it seemed as if he had killed some part of her mercilessly yet unknowingly and now it bled to silent death. "Woh main.... meeting thi Prachi.... waisey bhi mujhey laga tuu itney waqt baad Shashank sey mil rahi hai disturb kerna sahi nahin hoga" he had explained haltingly his eyes rivetted to the long line of cars that snaked before his Kompressor. "Pucha kyun nahin mujh sey?" she had complained her moist voice resonant amidst the hum drum of the enveloping traffic and for once Milind sat speechless. Ofcourse who had he been to make decisions on her behalf she was entitled to her own free will and he had trespassed her territory this time. He had no right not then, not now.... but he would he promised himself letting his eyes wander back to her fragile form and that would be soon. He shifted gears uncomfortably gunning the engine maintaining silence all the way back home while she purposely avoided catching his eye again. Ever since her confrontation with Shashank Prachi had become guarded she would often spend hours on end confined within her room hugging Preeti close to her. The mere thought of having someone to call her own, someone to love and cherish eased her mind a bit. She had not confided to anyone about Shashank's renascence with it's full vigor in her life. She could not tell her mother who was taken up mostly caring for her daadi. She'd undergone her surgery and had been shifted back home. Milind had although appointed a nurse for the same purpose but Premlata wouldn't leave her mother in law's side such was the bond they shared, one that did not need words. Daadi's recovery wasn't a speedy one either, age had hampered the process to revitalization. Her body was weakened with the inflictions time had imposed on her heart and mind, she had lost the will to live and instilling love for life in her debilitated form again was a tough task for Premlata.
Milind could simply not understand what had happened to Prachi she seemed to have turned in a recluse shunning any sort of contact with the outside world. Even while they sat in their room together she'd avoid speaking to him entangling herself with Preeti or some measly chore. If Milind tried to attempt conversing she'd leave abruptly or stay mum the situation was getting worse day by day and Milind realized that day at the hotel something had gone very very wrong. For Prachi it seemed as if life held no meaning it was a fruitless exercise she undertook each day of breathing in and out, moving without any recognition of thought time or space. She had closed herself to any external thought or notion trying hard to seclude herself detach herself from the world she loved, it was necessary she had consoled her heart. She had to leave and it wouldn't help if she kept on holding to the invisible threads of love, compassion and commitment. Love for Milind and everything that was linked to him, compassion for her family and lastly the commitment she had undertaken to raise Preeti as her own, to make Milind her's one day. All those were distant propositions, dreams she had dreamt in a different existence. Right now she needed to be strong to let her heart feed off the last remnants of love she had taken care to conceal in the very bottom of it. Milind had watched as Prachi fiddled around with the spaghetti not attempting to consume any of the contents on her plate, dinner as usual was a family affair. Premlata fed Preeti pieces of the chicken koftas Prachi had prepared for Milind, she knew he loved them she may have been hurt by his inability to read into her feelings for him but she was confident he would never endanger her purposely. It was evident Shashank had manipulated Milind's honest nature making him believe he had no right on Prachi as she was set to be betrothed to him. Ever since they had met Shashank had been struggling to contact her she had obviously shunned all his advances making him go wild with fury, finally he'd asked Sapna to call Prachi up. Sapna had been perturbed when Shashank had asked her to call Prachi up why did he hound Prachi so? What was it that she held which was of such importance to Shashank. Somehow Sapna was assured that day it wasn't just property Prachi held it was her beauty that enthralled Shashank and for the first time she felt as if all her time spent with him was a farce a mere hoax. Prachi had a certain hold over him that he had not been able to shrug off even after such a long time, he desired her much more than that he wanted to own her.
Milind had walked in his darkened bedroom he could make out Prachi's silhoutte huddled on a corner of the massive bed, she seemed to have struck a companionship with solitude lately a trait he didn't approve of much. "Prachi" he had called out flipping the lights open. Her eyes were bloodshot and face wet he realized she'd been crying she'd quickly wiped away the remains of any signs of her silent activity and had got up from her place making a beeline for the door when he'd caught her mid way. "Kyun bhaag rahi hai mujh sey aakhir kiya hua hai mujhey kuch batati kyun nahin" he was tired, frustrated rather her silence had him maddened and tonight he'd make her talk. "Ab bhi puch rahey hain mujh sey kiya hua hai?" she had questioned in a moist tone fixing her dewy eyes on his handsome face which certainly depicted his cluelessness on the entire issue. "Or waisey bhi ab mujh per aapka koi haq nahin, mujh sey chutkara chahiye tha to pehley hii bata detey main chali jaati Shashank key paas" she had lamented outraged at his secrecy on the lunch date. "To kiya kerta main apna wajood, apni zimmedaarian or pareshanian tujh per thop deta? Itna swarthi main kaisey ban jaata Prachi?" he had slided his arm around her waist pulling her close to him explaining his trepidation. She obviously was in no mood of being cajoled and had pulled away distancing herself from him in haste. "Choriye mujhey" she had murmured turning to the door again when he had held her by her arm firmly this time. "Merey liye teri khushi sab sey zyaada maainey rakhti hai Prachi, mujhey laga tuu Shashank sey pyaar kerti hai uss key saath khush raheygi, per ab nahin lagta" he had held her face in his hands love brimming in his coal black eyes. Tears had made their way through her eyes and now fell on his palms she would not dare look at him afraid that he might just read the truth in them. "Prachi kiya tuu Shashank sey pyaar kerti hai?' Milind had finally spoken what had been resonating in his heart for long, Prachi realized she could not lie to him but there was no other way. If she told him the truth he'd make sure Shashank never breathed again and the last thing she wanted was him being convicted. He'd already been through his share of miseries she couldn't let history repeat itself in his case too. "Haan" she had breathed placing her hands on his after it felt as if eons had passed and that was probably not the answer Milind had been expecting. How could he read her wrong he knew her, had felt her, understood her, she was lying. "Acha!" he had sneered making her lift her eyes to him fearfully, "Pyaar kerti hai Shashank sey tuu, haan.... bol pyaar kerti hai uss sey" he had held her by her shoulders shaking her forcefully. He was not going to stand there watch her fib to him enough was enough yes he'd been stupid didn't mean she would torture him for it.
"Haan pyaar kerti huun main Shashank sey jee nahin sakti uskey bina... suna aap ney." Prachi had screamed her eyes shut tightly she sobbed hysterically her body trembling why the revelation and why now. Why could he not have asked her earlier when there was no Shashank between them. "To yeh meri aankhon main dekh ker kyun nahin bolti?" Milind had questioned making her snap her eyes open in wonder he knew she was lying. His face was grim, his jaw clenched and his rigid hold on her interpreted his anger which he had found hard to leash then. "Theek hai" he had stated watching her stand there stoned feigning ignorance to his condition there was another way. Taking her hand in his own he had placed it on his own head. "Meri qasam kha ker bol Shashank sey pyaar kerti hai uskey paas jaana chahti hai.... bol Prachi. Mujhey apni zindagi ki parwah nahin lekin terey sach ki hai. Kha meri qasam" and Prachi had stared at him as if she'd been asked to walk on hot coals. How could she endanger his life, she couldn't, she wouldn't she'd pulled her hand away as quick as lightning turning away from him. "Mujhey koi qasam khaaney kii zarurat nahin" she had replied staidly steeling herself against his piercing gaze. "Yeh sach main jhutla nahin sakti" she hoped she could make him believe the impossible though she had realized it would be a futile attempt he knew her inside out. Her fingers trembled and she had balled her hands to stop them from giving her away, wiping away her tears she had turned to face him forcing herself to meet his accusing stare . "Sach kiya hai main achi tarah jaanta huun" he had held her close wrapping his arms around her leaving no room for flight on her part, he could feel her give in after the initial struggle as she clung on to him. Her shoulders sagged as she allowed him to carry on with his advances "Sach yeh hai keh main tujh sey pyaar kerta huun" he placed a tender kiss on her forehead, "sach yeh hai keh tuu bhi mujh sey pyaar kerti hai". His lips had travelled down to her swollen eye lids as he kissed them softly she could feel her tears running free again. How long had she waited for his confession she'd lost track of time on that, it had seemed forever to her. She stifled a sob clutching fistfuls of his kurta pressing close to him why was fate so cruel she had wondered why had it taken him so long to recognize his feelings for her. "Or eik sach yeh bhi hai keh main kisi uluu key pathey ko tujhey mujh sey duur nahin ley jaaney duunga phir chahey jaan kyun na chali jaaye" he had vowed breathing close to her pressing his lips to her hot cheek. "Milind" Prachi had hiccuped leaning against him letting him kiss her hair with love as he stroked her face with the back of his fingers. She loved him he knew it and her love was evident in the manner she had called him crying out to him, but there was something that witheld her confession, he'd get to the bottom of it. She was his not Shashank's he wouldn't let go of her not in a million years picking her up in his arms he had placed her on the bed watching her hiccup even as she slept later on. Something was wrong he had to figure it out before she was snatched away from him and there'd be nothing left for him to save.
Part 54
"Mr Sabarwal aapsey eik bandey kii information nahin nikali gayi ab tak aur aap apney aap ko private detective kehtey hain. Kis liye dey raha huun main aapki fees iss liye na keh mujhey uss aadmi key baarey main sab kuch jaanna hai. I bloody well know how much you'r charging me and I must tell you agar mera kaam parson tak nahin hua to na aapki detective agency raheygi na aapka naam. Is that clear?" Milind had barked in his cell before letting the man on the other end put together a hasty apology clicking it shut in disgust. It irritated him to think that the more he desired to be rid of the disease named Shashank the more his intentions and motives regarding Prachi remained unclear to him. The detective Ali had hired had not been able to pull up anything except for his basics Milind knew Shashank and Prachi had attended the same college and that Prachi's good for nothing brother Alaap was Shashank's bosom friend. He also knew Shashank ran a drug business in Italy but apart from that there was nothing on him that would explain his extreme interest in Prachi it was clear he did not love her. Milind had neither seen his eyes sparkle on Prachi's mention or any other such sign that would express his desire for Prachi, all he had noticed was an evil glint in his green eyes he needed her yes but that was all it was simply physical. He could differentiate between lust and genuine love what Shashank harboured for Prachi was certainly not the latter. Just the thought of him touching Prachi killed Milind, his blood boiled whenever he recollected him planting kisses on Prachi's hand. Right now too he paced the room tirelessly it was four in the morning he wasn't aware of the time in any case the reason he had dialled a very somnolent Sabarwal in agitation he needed answers and he needed them that instant. Though he hadn't slept all night his eyes refused to register drowsiness it was as if he'd been suddenly injected with excessive amounts of caffeine. In the later part of the night Prachi's hiccups had subsided she had sought solace in Milind's gentle touch who had kept her close carressing her face tenderly every now and then. He wished he could stop her from self destruction and finishing off any chances they had of living together as a perfect family.
For the first time in his life Milind had felt the need to pray, leaving her sleeping he had walked noiselessly downstairs to the small temple situated in a corner of the hall. The lamps surrounding the garlanded gold plated idols burnt profusely, he knew Prachi was a devout believer. He had witnessed her clasp her hands together standing mutely infront of them seeking peace for her troubled heart many a times. Closing his eyes joining his hands he had pulled in a deep breath it was difficult having to ask specially from someone he had no hope in but he knew if Prachi had been in his stead she'd have done the same for him. Opening his eyes again he felt a certain calm settle over him "Mujhey pata nahin duaa kaisey maangtey hain is liye keh saala aaj tak kuch maanga hii nahin...... tum sey. Prachi kehti hai tum buhut achey ho logon kii suntey ho" his voice though supressed had traces of irritation in it. "Achey ho to phir achey logon key saath hii bura kyun kertey ho?" he had questioned though as expected the reply was a deafening silence. "Main Prachi ko buhut chahta huun" his eyes now rested on the glowing figures afront," jaanta huun tuu bhi jaanta hai isi liye shayad ussey itni takleef dey raha hai, per merey hissey key dukh ussey kyun dey raha hai? Tera problem to merey sey haina, main saala edha huun kabhi pooja nahin kerta tujh sey kuch maangta nahin.... per Prachi uss ka kiya qasur hai?" It was clear he regarded the entire ordeal of Prachi going through misery as highly unfair and sadistic. "Woh to har pal tujhey yaad kerti hai, arey din raat subah shaam tera naam ley ley ker jeeti hai phir kyun ussey khushi nahin deta" his exasperation evident from the manner of speech. "Tuu ney mujh sey mera har sapna cheen liya main ney koi shikayat nahin kii per Prachi key sapney tuut jayein yeh main bardaasht nahin kerunga. Or uss Shashank kii to main usse honey nahin duunga" he had warned threateningly he actually had wanted to be clear on his future endeavours, get it off his chest why though was inexplicable. "Main apney liye kuch nahin chahta bas Prachi ko uski khushian dey dey" his voice had lowered now, eyes hazy "Or uskey saarey ghum mujhey dey dey." He hadn't known how long he had stood there chanting the same pleas over and over again he desperately needed assurance though prayers were the last thing on his mind but he had been forced to give in for her. He could do anything to keep her happy and this was just self derogation a small price to pay in his opinion. If watching him stand there beg for her happiness made HIM think He'd won well then let him gloat over it, Prachi's smiles were worth far more than his pride.
He had been drawn back to the present by a slight rustle beside him he opened his weary eyes to see Premlata stand next to him. The first rays of the growing sun had seeped through the doorway making him realize it was dawn. "Aaj itni subah subah..... pooja..." she had inquired surprised to see him there dishevelled and worn out. "Kuch maangna tha..... suna tha sachey mann sey maango to mil jata hai" he had smiled satirically turning to face her. "Jaantey ho Milind insaan sab sey zyaada kab majbuur hota hai, jab uska koi apna takleef main ho" Premlata had smiled patting his cheek lovingly. "Batao kiya hua kyun pareshaan ho?" she had questioned. "Maa aapko yaqeen hain agar saaf mann sey kuch maanga jaaye or woh bhi kisi apney key liye to mil jaata hai?" he had counterquestioned hope shining in his deep eyes. Premlata was taken aback by his sudden query how could she explain to him that all she'd ever asked God was others happiness. Never her own but her prayers still had a long way to go she though could not disparage his newfound faith in the Almighty. "Haan" she had managed braving a smile "agar apnon key liye maanga jaaye to zarur duaaein qubul ho jaati hain magar uss key liye vishvaas kii zarurat hoti hai" she had explained wisely. "Waisa vishwaas jaisey Prachi kerti hai?" his belief in Prachi's faith was quite pleasing and this time Premlata's reply was prompt. "Haan waisa vishwaas jaisa Prachi kerti hai inn per" turning to him she had added "... tum per. Tumm uski zindagi ho Milind agar bhagwaan key baad usney kisi sey sacha prem or kisi per anth vishwaas kiya hai to woh tum ho. Uska yeh yaqeen or pyaar hamesha banaye rakhna." Milind had watched mutely as Premlata had then performed her morning prayers hoping against hopes that his had been granted approval by HIM.
Prachi's head throbbed furiously she had scanned the room to find it empty the shower was not running meaning he wasn't there either. Getting out of bed she had reached the windows drawing back the lace curtains she filled her lungs with the fresh morning air that blew gently free and welcoming. She'd have stayed there longer letting herself be immersed in observing the early morning activities of a sparrow had she not heard Milind enter the room. She was astonished to see him brandishing a tea tray complete with breakfast items, stepping forward she had helped him set them on the bed. "Yeh sab... mera matlab hai aap kyun laaye main aa jaati abhi" she was certainly taken aback by this gesture on his part. "Tuu roz merey liye chai laati hai mainey kabhi sawaal kiya?" he had smiled light heartedly "aaj merey haath ki bani chai pii ley" he had poured out a cup to her. Settling on the bed beside him Prachi had put the steaming liquid to her lips downing it contentedly. "Kaisi hai?" Milind had probed obviously elated at his primary attempt being a sure success gauging by her face which refused to give away any negative vibe. "Buhut achi hai" Prachi had smiled genuinely touched by his act, deeming it fit for consumption he had poured out a cup for himself too when Prachi had hastily taken it from him. "Milind itni achi hai yeh main saari pii luun?" she had questioned him trying to keep him from tasting it. "Per mainey to buhut saari banai hai hum dono pii leingey phir bhi bach jayegi" he had informed her sheepishly and Prachi had closed her eyes in anguish.... God now he'd drink it. As soon as Milind had taken the first sip his eyes had lifted to Prachi's guilty face setting his cup back in the tray he had inquired quizzically. "Bataya kyun nahin shakar ki jagah namak dala hai, itni karwai zeher pii rahi thi kab sey" he had complained. "Bata deti to aapka dil tuut jaata, aap ney pehli baar itney pyaar sey banayi thi or phir shakar waali chai to roz peeti huun main, aaj pehli dafa namak waali chai pii hai........ buhut achi bani hai" she had raised his spirits smiling serenely at him. Considering it a perfect opportunity Milind had decided to broach the subject he had given much thought to the previous night. "Prachi agley haftey humarey Delhi waaley hotel ka inauguration hai. Tuu ney bhi uss per itni mehnat kii hai iss liye main chahta huun tuu merey saath ho wahaan, mujhey acha lageyga." Chewing dainitily on a sandwich Prachi had been jolted out of her pleasant dream world ofcourse there was the inauguration, how could she have forgotten about it. Fidgeting with the cucumber wedges in the sandwich she had tried to wheedle her way out of his request. "Milind main chalti per Soumya ka phone aaya tha ussey Puna main kuch kaam hai mera jaana zaruri hai."
Milind noticed her voice was jittery and pace slow she was lying again it infuriated him to think that she simply was not giving him any opportunity to share her qualms or fears. Her outburst the previous night had though hinted to him that pushing her to communication would only make her more distant. He'd have to be very careful if he needed to get to the bottom of this mess. Taking a long look at her downcast eyes he had let out a heavy breath "Jaisey teri marzi" he had remarked defeatedly saying so he had cleared the crockery piling it in the tray. Prachi felt aweful she knew she'd broken his heart but she was left with no other option. If she accompanied him to the party Shashank would run her pictures there and that was something that was just not acceptable her. This was Milind's moment of glory he'd toiled hard for it and now when he had finally achieved it she couldn't destroy it for her own selfish desires. Watching him stand up to leave she'd been gripped with remorse "Milind main" she had tried to explain but the words had choked up halfway. Milind had looked at her chide herself inwardly blinking hard her fingers digging in her china cup. Placing his index finger on her full lips he'd caused her to stare at him startled her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Kuch kehney kii zarurat nahin .... or main khafa nahin tujh sey" he had raised her face cupping it gently in his palm before gracing her forehead with a passionate kiss. Prachi had sat motionless on the bed even after Miind had been long gone her heart overflowed with love for him. She cried bitterly burying her face in the soft sheets "Main kiya karun Milind main kiya karun Shashank mujhey jeeney nahin dega or main apney saath aapko dukhi nahin ker sakti. Shayad humara saath itna hii likha tha" she had mourned the unfair ways of providence which was hell bent to separate her from the one man she worshipped. She could see with each passing moment his amour for her deepened and she feared if he did come to find out about Shashank's vicious deeds the consequences would be rather grave. She had to act fast she needed to know what Shashank required in exchange for his silence the sooner she got over with it the better for all of them. Wiping away her careless tears she had punched the numbers to his residence in her cell it was amazing even after such a long time she recalled the digits with perfect clarity. Somethings never fade from memory they haunt you till your death bed and for Prachi Shashank was one of them.
Chp 55
"Prachi Prachi Prachi...." Shashank had teased her pleased at his victory he knew she'd give in it was only a matter of time before she would realize he'd destroy her sweet little dream world without sparing a second thought to it. "Kiya chahtey ho mujh sey Shashank?" Prachi had asked directly she was done playing hide and seek with him. "Eik raat merey farmhouse per.... bas tum meri ho jao or tumhara naqli pati azaad" he had snarled viciously. Prachi could hear him breath ferociously on the other end, he was a wild beast who should've been hunted down long back. "Kab?" Prachi had inquired again closing her eyes trying to block out the horror of her previous encounter with him that seemed to pervade her senses each time she heard his name. "Kal" he had replied smiling, Prachi could picture his lips curling in a cruel grin why shouldn't he celebrate she had thought wretchedly he had won the battle, evil always prevailed over good. But this time the story would be different true it was Shashank who'd been writing it till now but henceforth it would have a different author. "Kal nahin agley haftey jis raat Milind key hotel ka inauguration hoga us raat" she had laid her conditions. "Or haan Shashank mujhey apney saarey photographs chahhiyein, negatives key saath" she had elaborated further. "Dekhtey hain Prachi tum kiya kiya paati ho uss raat" he had chuckled his voice crackling in elation. "Main kuch paun na paun Shashank per vaada kerti huun kisi or sey kuch bhi paaney laiq nahin chorungi tumhain" Prachi had vowed silently. The deal was done the time set that was the only way she could save Milind's inauguration from turning into a major media disaster. Cutting the call Prachi had dialled another number "Hello doctor Deepa, this is Mrs Mishra" she had tried to keep her voice cheerful though the truth was she wanted to scream at the top of her voice. She was throwing her life away and there was simply no alternative solution to it, asking the doctor for the necessary information Prachi had bid her farewell.
As she stood there reminiscing each moment spent in her room with Milind she had finally given in to her inner turmoil that had found it's way through her eyes as the harsh reality of her prodigious loss hit her with full force. She howled dejectedly like an animal in pain, her knees buckled and she slid to the floor letting the marble provide her with the much needed inclemency. It was too late to save herself she was trapped like a fly in a spider's web he had beaten her at his game, it felt as if all she could do was cry forever and she had for a very long time before losing conciousness altogether. She had not known though that staying on the floor had caused her muscles to benumb she had not known too that Milind had returned halfway from his way to the office as he had forgotten an important file home. The moment he saw her curled in a ball on the floor his sixth sense had shot an alarm to his brain "Prachi... Prachi!!" he had yelled shaking her by her shoulder but Prachi had been overcome with exhaustion one that penetrated deep within her soul and now her brain had refused to acknowledge any sensation of any sort. "Prachi ... Prachi aankhain khol please Prachi" Milind had desperately tried to awaken her limp form, he had gently lifted her placing her on the bed God why was this happening to her she didn't deserve this, any of it. The next hour was hazy her mother his father they kept saying things his brain wouldn't register. Bua was interrogating him someone had called the doctor but he had not recognized or acceded any of the events all he could focus on was Prachi who it seemed had turned to stone. The doctor had administered her a sedative "She's very distressed Mr Mishra" he had informed a tormented Milind. "I've written the medication the syrup after two hours and the pills after she awakens, don't worry she'll be fine" he had squeezed his hand reassuringly shaking it before leaving. "Papa Mumma bukhaal?" Preeti had pottered upto him and he had filled her in his strong arms her eyes wide with concern. Lately she'd been spending less time with her mother and it troubled her to see that she was simply lying there unresponsive and silent. Her small but sharp brain had ruled out fever to be the reason for her sickly condition having contracted it quite a few times herself. A tear had escaped Milind's eye and Preeti had kissed him with love "Nayi Papa" she had shaken her curly head wiping away his tear immediately. It was a relief in itself that Preeti had become extremely familiar with the other members of the family and needless to say was now looked after by them Prachi having lost all sense and sensibility lately. "Papa mumma kissi?" Preeti had inquired and Milind had taken her to the bed lowering her so that she was level enough to kiss her slumbering mother on her cheek. He knew Preeti missed her mother but right now Prachi was in no condition to look after her he had then handed her to Premlata. "Kiya kaha doctor ney?" she had questioned him restlessly "Kuch nahin maa bas viral bukhar hai mausam badla hai iss liye" he had lied avoiding her knowing gaze.
"Milind" Prachi had whispered semiconciously even though she was drugged her mind was full aware of his existence near her. "Main huun na yahaan Prachi" he had murmured softly kissing her hand. Prachi had opened her eyes to see him sit close to her he was still in his suit which indicated he'd not left her side since he'd found her in that position that morning. The evening shadows fell long and dark he had spent his whole day beside her and now it was night. "Ab kaisi tabiyat hai?" he had inquired putting away the cold compress he had placed on her burning forehead minutes earlier. A tear had slid down her temple watching him that way weary and distraught it appeared as if he hadn't slept in a very long time. "Buhut tang kerti huun na aapko Milind" she had remarked sadly. "Haan buhut" Milind had assented smiling weakly watching her in despair smoothing her hair lovingly. It suddenly occured to Prachi that this may be the last time she could ever be so close to him. She stood to lose everything in a very short time "Milind" she had murmured again longingly this time he was surprised to see her that way. Nonetheless he had complied holding her in his arms he let her place her hands on his face trace each contour passionately letting her smooth silkiness carress his skin with the utmost of care. "Prachi" he had whispered when she had shushed him placing her finger on his lips indicating the silence to prolong. She pulled his face closer and had proceeded to plant soft kisses on his cheek, sobbing mutely she continued to kiss his nose his eyes and lastly his lips. Milind had always longed for this moment when she'd accept him willingly and provide him the right on her but tonight when that moment had finally arrived it was filled with melancholy. When her supple lips had touched his full ones he was overcome with desire to reciprocate with fervour but there was this distinct feeling of dysphoria that rang clear when their lips had met. It was as if Prachi had wanted to feel each part of him afraid that he might not remain there for long and he had let her carry on at her free will which though was rather short lived.
He wondered why he suddenly felt the need to hold her so very close maybe because he wanted to make her believe he would remain there by her side forever. He had then hugged her sensing her bury her face in his chest Prachi had not cared about anything else not even of what he would make of her bold actions she realized words were not required to convey her emotions. She desired him and was not prepared to let go, that night was all that she had and so they had stayed that way till both had nodded off to sleep Prachi enveloped snugly in his tender embrace. The rest of the week seemed to have flown Milind had promised himself that after he had finished off with the hotel drama in Delhi he'd marry her for good Shashank or no Shashank he was not taking any chances this time. She loved him he knew that whether she confessed or not hardly mattered he just needed to take her in his arms look in her eyes and ask her to marry him and he knew she'd assent. Unknown to him Prachi had formed other plans she had received her parcel from Dr Deepa and had thanked her for her help. Had the poor doctor known what her help would cost Prachi she'd never had consented in the first place but Prachi had been thoughtful enough to conceal her need from her too. She stared at the contents in the parcel for long sighing as she finally hid it in a remote corner of the room. The inauguration was tomorrow she still had to pack Milind's bags for his overnight stay in Delhi the next day. That would give her ample time to get rid of Shashank forever though how she would get about it was still unknown to her but it was clear after tomorrow she would be free of him. Hopefully in time Milind and their family too would consider this the best possible means of freedom, provided they forgave her for what she was about to do in the first place.
"Shashank tum ney mera istimaal kiya hai aaj tak jo tum kehtey rahey woh sab jhoot tha?" Sapna had shrieked in fury his real self finally having been exposed to her. She'd never have known about his horrific plans for Prachi or the equally tormentous past they shared had he not been drunk heavily. They had decided to spend the night at his apartment Sapna had been longing to tell him the news that he was going to be a father in exactly seven months she was pregnant. Shashank though was in no mood for her ramblings he was over the moon having succeeded in trapping Prachi and in a bout of drunken madness he had confessed to all his criminal acts. Right from his college days to Prachi's near rape, Inder's demise, his attempts at tracing her and now the exaltation of having conquered her . Sapna had felt as if she'd been thrown in the deepest pits of hell with no chance of redemption. She hated herself, loathed each moment spent with a tyrant like him "Kyun kiya Shashank kyun kiya.... kiya kami reh gayi thii merey pyaar main.... kyun uss ki zindagi barbaad kerney per tuley ho?" her anger had been replaced by sorrow. She had thought he loved her and desired her equally but it all been his elaborate game it was the way he played it, he was worse than satan himself. "Jawab do Shashank" she had caught him roughly by his collar shaking his muscular form. "Sharam nahin aayi tumhain uskey saath aisi ghatia harkat kertey huey sirf is liye keh us ney tumhain thappar maara tha...... main hoti to jaan ley leti tumhari" she had sneered mad with grief. He had not only used Sapna to reach Prachi he had also made her commit a heinous crime unknown to her. It was because of Sapna's phone call that Prachi had been forced to think over the deal with him. Had she not called the innocent woman wouldn't have fallen for his malicious designs. "Bakwaas band kero apni" Shashank had barked tonelessly freeing himself off her hold he had pushed her away swaying dangerously.
He had drunk far too much that night which was fortunate enough a condition for Sapna who had promised herself to avenge that iniquitous man for his evil deeds, but first she had to secure Prachi's safety. She had to find those pictures which Shashank had converted to a CD if she managed to whisk them away Prachi would never have to come to him again. Wiping away her tears she had tried to brush past him but he was quicker than her catching her by her arm he had pulled her to him ruthlessly. "Kahaan jaa rahi hai meri sachai bataney jaa rahi hai uss Milind Mishra ko, ya police ko?" he had laughed hysterically. "Na chanda aisi ghalati nahin kerunga main, eik baar eik titli ur gayi thi ab tujhey nahin urney duunga...." pinning her to the wall he wrapped his fingers around her neck and squeezed hard. "Shashank choro mujhey" Sapna had tried to scream that was soon stifled out by the pressure he was exherting on her larynx. Unlike Shashank's past victims Sapna was quick minded she realized if she were to escape she'd have to act as she had passed out. As difficult as it was Sapna had loosened her grip on his arms and had rolled her head forward holding her breath still. "Mar gayi saali" Shashank had scoffed contentedly letting her drop to the floor delivering her a couple of hard kicks which Sapna had borne mutely. There was too much at stake even a whimper could destroy any remote possibility of escape. Shashank had contrary to Sapna's hopes not stayed in his apartment after treating her like a football in a soccer match he had left the place locking it behind him. Wincing with pain battered and bruised Sapna had cried in solitude this was her penance for all the wrong she had done this was bound to happen. In her pride she'd forgotten she was but a mere human and all humans err it was destined. What cut her was the fact that she had loved a monster who hadn't even known the definition of the word love in it's true sense. She understood she was doomed but she could not let Prachi advance towards a similar fate. She had to stop her with a resurgent determination she had managed to get on her feet and now to find that cd...... it was going to be a very long night.
Part 56
"Tuu meri adhuri pyaas pyaas
Tuu aa gayi man ko raas raas
Ab to tuu aa jaa paas paas... hai guzarish
Hai haal to dil ka tang tang
Tuu rang ja merey rang rang
Bas chalna merey sang sang... hai guzarish
Keh dey tuu haan to zindagi jharnon sey chuut key hanseygi
Moti hongey moti raah main"
Aamir Khan stood with his arms out stretched towards his lady love Milind was ready to depart for Delhi and Prachi was getting his things ready. Preeti sat with Naintara watching her favourite song she had fallen in love with it the moment it was screened and insisted on watching it every time it was aired. The song was mellifluous and resonated in the otherwise empty hallway. Milind could not help but rest his eyes on Prachi who looked ethereal even in her simple form. Lately her face had lost it's trademark smile and was marked with worry evident from the farwaway look her eyes bore. Right now she was making sandwiches for him as he hated inflight food, her hands working deftly her eyes fixed on the contents spread before her.
"Sheeshey key khuwab ley key raaton main chal raha huun takra na jaun kahin
Aasha ki lau hai roshan phir bhi toofan ka darr hai lau bujh na jaye kahin
Bas eik haan ki guzaarish, phir hogi khushion kii baarish.
Tuu meri adhuri pyaas pyaas
Tuu aa gayi man ko raas raas
Ab to tuu aa jaa paas paas... hai guzarish"
Something in those lyrics had caused Prachi to look up at Milind's reticent eyes that followed her every move she had been aware of his gaze on her for long. But had simply decided to ignore it, she couldn't let her resolve weaken now, tonight was the night she had to leave him forever. She could distinguish the longing his eyes reflected it was as if his thoughts had been sung out to her tearing her eyes away from him she tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Finishing her chore she had supervised his bags being placed in his car trunk turning to go back inside, she needed to get away quickly else she might just pour her heart out to him and that would be the last straw. Milind on the contrary had other intentions "Mujhey chorney nahin aayegi airport?" he had questioned her hopefully. "Woh Milind mujhey apni packing bhi kerni hai, aapko der bhi to ho rahi hai" she had twisted her fingers cruelly attempting to concentrate on his expensive leather shoes. The driver had left to freshen up before the long drive and Kaka had gone inside to serve dinner. "Jaanta huun tujhey buhut kaam hai, mujh sey kahin zyaada important" he had murmured disappointedly turning away when she had been compelled to clear his misunderstanding. "Aap to sab sey zyaada important hain Milind" she had whispered, how was she to explain that he was her life only now it wasn't hers anymore she had traded it with the devil for his happiness long back. Milind had held her in his arms causing her to look up at him and for that one moment she'd forgotten everything else besides his deep dark eyes or rather she had chosen to forget everything. Their eyes had met and had locked, undoing the bolts that fastened their hearts letting love flow free. His gaze had dropped to her awaiting lips and for once he had not hesitated before claiming them for his own. He could feel her melt against him pressing her lips lightly savouring their softness on his hot mouth. It was as if the moment had them working on it's own accord all that mattered was there and then, he had sensed her yearning close in as her fingers found refuge in his thick crop of curls. Running them through his hair she had granted him permission to carry on unrestrained tipping her head back slightly he had let his thumb line her jaw cupping her face lifting it ever so gently.
She had not moved even an inch afraid that if she did the magic would vanish closing her eyes content in a very long time she had parted her lips to grant him access. Milind had with drawn then watching her with renewed passion she was his she had accepted it if not verbally then physically the discovery in itself was heart warming. Embracing her amorously he had let her mould within his arms before reaching down again fervently this time taking care not to overwhelm her with his raging torrent of emotions. Prachi had submitted to his wishes she equally desired him herself. After this moment she probably would never see him again and this farewell kiss was the only thing she wanted to remember till her very end. She let him tenderly capture her lips with his own his hands roving free on her exposed back carressing it as delicately as his lips carressed hers. Coaxing her evoking her making her participate with similar intensity he had tasted her that night to her full capacity allowing her to do the same she was sweet and he had been tempting. How long the kiss had lasted was not in question what it had imparted was, he had found hope and she courage which was needed in equal proportions by them. Both had been lost in each other but Milind recognized his limits with her, he still did not hold a moral or religious claim on her and he was ready to wait for that before he finally made her his. Pulling back from her magnetic touch he had smiled, amused, she stood transfixed with eyes closed her hands clutching his jacket tightly. One of her qualities that attracted him to her was her vulnerability while with him she completely immersed herself in him doing as he bid... willingly ofcourse. "Apna khayal rakhna Prachi" Milind had instructed her touching her face with love and she had opened her eyes to return to reality the fantasy was over. She had not answered rather had leaned in grasping on to him for emotional support she had not wanted to cry and still tried her best to avoid the tears but she hadn't succeeded in keeping them at bay. He had felt her heave clung to him and had realized that she was indeed weeping kissing her hair he had smiled. "Eik raat kii hii to baat hai Prachi main kal subeh waapiss aa jaunga or phir tujhey mujh sey kabhi duur nahin rehna pareyga" he intended to get married to her in a private ceremony that very weekend. Prachi was least consoled by his promise she knew he'd keep it but she wouldn't be there to rejoice at his return composing herself she had straightened. "I'm sorry Milind..... ho sakey to mujhey maaf ker dijiye ga" she had apologized through moist eyes trying to commit everything to memory right from his glowing eyes to his rugged cheeks, those plush lips to the blunt nose and that bewitching gaze, while he looked on confused.
"Kyun?" he had questioned watching her closely was something wrong, what was she planning. His mind was suddenly turned off from the trip itself, his heart had this distinct feeling as if it were sinking to depths deeper than any ocean's floor. "Prachi teri flight kab kii hai?" he had suddenly inquired he now remembered Prachi hadn't even bought an airline or train ticket for Pune neither had she discussed it with anyone else besides him. If indeed she were to leave would not her mother be informed about it. Premlata had not mentioned any such activity neither had she confronted Milind on the subject what was more intriguing was that Prachi hadn't even packed any luggage. Something was definitely fishy and he couldn't leave her like that unattended at all. "Woh... main..." Prachi stuttered her face pale her mind a total blank ofcourse she'd lied to him that too without an alibi he'd definitely figure it out. "Woh kiya Prachi" Milind had inquired sternly this time he was through with her false statements. "Meri flight kal kii hai aap khud chor aaiyaga mujhey airport per" she had lied again cursing herself for doing so. She had promised never to keep any secret from him and here she stood doing the exact opposite, she though was not to blame it was all written and sealed long back she was only following the will of the Creator. The driver had returned then and Milind had driven off with a heavy and rather suspicious heart one that wouldn't accept Prachi's assurance as real. As the Kompressor had wound out on the gravel he had looked out of the window to find a doleful Prachi watch him fade away in the distance.
"Damn it yeh darwaza kyun nahin khulta" Sapna had cried aloud in frustration it had been a whole day that she had been imprisoned here. Her wounds ached she was hungry and worn but she refused to accept defeat kicking at the solid oak door with all her might screaming for help. She had thought Shashank would return the following morning to dispose her dead body in his opinion and in the mean time she could search for the photographs. That way she could escape with the photographs and hand them to Prachi before nightfall but all her plans had been washed away as Shashank failed to return. She had tried calling Milind countless times but his cell had been non reachable and when she decided to call Prachi her battery had gone off she had slammed her phone in desperation. She didn't have time even after inspecting every nook and corner of the damned place she'd not been able to locate the CD it was already seven only a few more hours and it would all be finished... "No.... I can't let you ruin Prachi Shashank... I can't!" she had promised herself. Pounding on the heavy oak with renewed vigour she had shouted her throat raw with the exhertion "Koi hai... kholo ... please help" she had hollered with the minimal strength retained by her. She was felt faint and fatigued Shashank's beating had weakened her, her bruises had turned from crimson to a dull brown she was a mess but she hardly cared about herself. It was Prachi her mind kept reminding her of, she poor soul did not need to go through the torture Shashank had planned for her.
"Koi to kholo please" Sapna had slunk down in a heap crying wretchedly it was all her fault Prachi was in this mess she felt as if she were a cheap shot criminal who had helped in assassinating Prachi. How would she set things right tears rolled down her violet streaked cheeks in anguish. Just then she heard a slight knock on the door "Koi hai .... ander koi hai" the man outside had questioned in concern .... "Haan main huun kholo please...." Sapna had scrambled to her feet in elation help was at hand. It turned out that the guard on night duty had heard her pleas for aid and had come upstairs to investigate, luckily for her Shashank's apartment was close to the staircase and was in ear shot of the guard's cabin. Soon Sapna could hear muffled voices outside the door, then she was asked to step away from it a few giant thuds were audible before the door was crashed open by a couple of strong men. Obviously the guard had sought assistance from neighbours residing in the nearby houses, watching her that way a few were taken aback and offered to take her to the hospital but Sapna had declined them gratefully. She had then collected her purse and cell phone thanking the small crowd gathered at the doorway she had sprinted away in haste she had to meet Milind and stop Prachi before it was too late. Hailing an auto she had boarded it and had explained the way to Mishra house clasping her hands in her lap she prayed for the night to be over without any fatalaties, little had she known the night was going to be filled with them.
Prachi had unfolded the brown wrapping of the parcel before pulling out the bottle for examination. She had not found the strength or courage to face Shashank unprotected atleast after doing the deed she'd be at peace knowing she died an honourable death. The pills were a pain reliever Ms Contin- Sustained Release tablets prescribed to her daadi after the surgery to help her deal with the discomfort and infliction caused by the operation. Prachi had read their chemical compositions she knew if consumed in a large quantity morphine had fatal effects on the human body and mind and she had planned to relieve herself of the burden she carried in the name of life. She had mulled on the possibility of confiding in Milind all that was stowed away in her heart many a times but some pretext or the other always held her back. What about the inauguration she would think and even if he knew could he stop Shashank before it was too late. What if Shashank made him believe he indeed had raped her would Milind have accepted her then? These thoughts ran rampant in her mind each time she tried to approach Milind, it wasn't that she thought he'd drive her away from him after learning about her dilemma but she feared she may not hold the same position in his eyes she held prior to confessing the truth. It were these fears that had caused her to clam up on the issue and now she was willing to sacrifice herself at love's altar.
Unscrewing the cap she had tipped a dozen pills her palm, closing her eyes tightly she had pictured Milind for one last time the way he had looked at her after they had shared that passionate and memorable kiss. Putting her palm to her mouth she had stuffed them all in it taking care not to chew them she had washed them down with half a jug of water. She knew the effects would start showing in around a quarter of an hour since the tablets hadn't been chewed it would take them longer to react enough time to finish off that black mark in the name of a man. Picking up her purse she had exited her room turning back she had cast a long sad look at it. Brushing away the tears that had spilled on her cheeks mercilessly she had scurried forward everything was over now and after she destroyed the CD containing her pictures she would be free forever. Seating herself in the Camry she had instructed the driver to take her to the deserted farmhouse on the outskirts of Mumbaii, closing her eyes she lay her head back against the leather head rest in the cool car. She had not met anyone on her way to doom neither her mother, nor Preeti she knew she would not have been able to carry on with the feat had she even such as glanced at them and then all would have been lost. As the car slipped in the shadows an auto rickshaw had sputtered to a stop in front of the black iron gates and Sapna had stepped out in haste "Hope I'm not too late" she had muttered paying the driver the fare.
Part 57
As Milind drove off in the quiet stillness of the black night his mind remained vigil his chin resting on his propped hand he frowned in confusion. Why did Prachi apologize and for what, what did she intend to do? Was she really going to Pune to Soumya? he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open to see Prachi smile back at him. "Kyun main tujhey samajh nahin paata Prachi" he had complained running a finger over her glossy contours and then suddenly as if newly enlightened an ingenuous thought had struck him. Fishing out his mobile from his pants he quickly searched the phonebook for Soumya's number. He remembered feeding it in a couple of days back since he had to inform her on her grand mother's operation and the impending circumstances. Dialing her number he heard the ring go clear thrice chiding himself for not thinking about it earlier. "Jiju" she had immediately recognized his voice and had addressed him pleasantly. After exchanging pleasantries he had broached the subject "Soumya kal tum Prachi ko leney airport jaa rahi ho?" he had questioned cautiously careful not to arouse suspicion. "Kyun kiya dii Puna aa rahi hai?" Soumya had inquired light heartedly it had been quite some time that she had met her sister. They had shared a very wonderful bond prior to the string of mishaps that had ensued after her father had breathed her last. Milind had bolted upright startled what was Soumya talking about did she not know Prachi was supposed to come meet her the next day, how could she be so ignorant. Impulsively he felt extremely claustrophobic in the air conditioned luxury of his Kompressor. "Soumya usney tumhain bataya nahin woh kal aa rahi hai?" Milind had questioned perplexed his thoughts going hay wire was this another of Prachi's white lies. "Jiju agar unhon ney aana hota to mujhey zarur batati kyunki mainey unn sey Mumbaii sey merey puraney college ka leaving certificate laaney ko kaha tha. Or woh ussey laaney key liye mujh sey mera enrollment number zarur puchti, uskey bina to woh mileyga nahin. Meri to eik hafta pehley hii baat hui thi unhoney kaha tha woh by post bhijwa deingey abhi aaney ka unka mann nahin". The news had left Milind as desperate and frantic as a fish caught in a net "Driver gari ghumao" he had told the puzzled man who had immediately assented to his command making a U turn from the next signal.
"Madhu please mujhey Ali ka number dey do, waqt buhut kam hai" Sapna had pleaded in the mouthpiece at the phone booth. "Sapna main personal information nahin dey sakti tum jaanti ho" Madhu had replied coldly. Sapna's reputation wasn't a very alluring one and Madhu suspected her of hatching another plot hampering Prachi's relationship with Milind in the process. Why in the world would she want Milind's best friend's number or address as far as Madhu was concerned that was highly confidential information which she was not going to disclose to that ill natured girl at any cost. "Madhu please tumhain tumharey betey kii qasam Madhu main sach keh rahi huun mera unn sey milna buhut zaruri hai." Sapna had unwound the coils of the phone line around her fingers in desperation clutching the receiver tightly she was close to tears. Her wrong deeds had made people skeptical of her and now when she actually wanted to save someone's life she was being brutally rebuffed. When Sapna had reached Mishra house she had found it empty both Milind and Prachi had left for their respective destinations. The servants had informed her that the rest of the family had gone to attend a nightlong prayer (jagran) at a closeby temple and would return late at night. The eeriness of the house had seeped in her it was useless to wait for anyone to return. The only way out now was to contact Milind's friend Ali, she had noticed him visit Milind at the office occassionally and hoped he could figure out a way to put things right. He must be knowing some alternate number to Milind's cell phone it seemed the one she had was not functioning properly. The way Prachi smiled at Milind and the way he would reciprocate with equal happiness would sometimes make Sapna wish Shashank would love her in similar fashion. Little had she known destiny had never meant them to be together. As the silence grew longer so had Sapna's trepidation "Please Madhu please mera yaqeen kero main sach keh rahi huun kisi ki zindagi or maut ka sawaal hai meri madad ker do." Madhu had not known why but she had been forced by her heart to comply and had read out Ali's address to a grateful Sapna. She had not wasted another moment, hailing a passing auto she had taken to Ali's house.
The Camry had come to a standstill the corn fields stood as luscious and ripe as they had stood a year earlier. Back then she had been too consumed with fright and horror to notice anything deeply but tonight she took her time. She had asked the driver to go back not forgetting though to take along with her the gallon of gasoline she had gotten filled on the way from a deserted gas station. Tonight she would make sure Shashank did not escape at any cost beasts like him did not deserve to live and in a way she'd be doing the world a favour ridding it of a criminally insane pervert like him. She had unscrewed the cap of the container and had proceeded to douse the walls of the farmhouse with the flammable liquid taking care to cover the adjoining walls too. Picking her way through the wilderness she had soiled the entire area. She had then placed the empty container outside the window that opened in Shashank's bedroom the action obviously was supposed to take place up there. Casting one full look at the dark enveloping gloom she had lifted her feet towards her inevitable doom.
"Ab yeh tumhari amanat hai waqt aaney per issey ley jaana.... apney saath... apney paas... apna banaker. Vaada kero saari khushian dogey issey". Inder's voice had resounded in his ears and he had breathed hard. He did not know why but it felt as if his death hour was upon him sweat beads had started forming on his forehead why was remembering this. It was a dream yet it's significance was tied to this night Milind had recalled himself answering "Vaada kerta huun apsey apni jaan sey barh ker khayal rakhunga iska, hamesha khush rakhunga... apney paas..... apney saath." Why was this happening everything happened for a reason his Baba had often told him then why did it feel as if that statement fit the situation. Inder wanted him to protect Prachi make her his own but protect her from what. God this was so unnerving why wouldn't she just talk to him, dropping his head in his hands he pressed his scalp mercilessly. This was driving him insane first her lies then her tears she was upto something, something unbearable that had caused her such unsurmountable affliction but what, mad with rage he had balled his hands in fists. What did she think he was God how the hell was he supposed to help her out if she kept shutting him out on her thoughts or misery. What was he to do watching the bright lamp posts lining the tarmac he felt like he was dying a slow death. His heart already burdened now felt as heavy as lead his mind refused to work properly. He would've started cursing fate if his cell hadn't started ringing at that particular moment. "Mr Mishra main Sabarwal bol raha huun aapka kaam ho gaya hai" it was the detective and soon Milind had all the answers to the questions his mind was quizzing him with minutes before.
"Sir uska to yeh business hai larkian supply kerne ka. College key zamaaney main ussey kisi Prachi Shah ney uski harkaton key liye college faculty key saamney beizzat bhi kiya tha. Mainey pata lagaya hai Prachi key bhai ko uss ney juey main hara diya tha, shayad Shah mansion key badley. Ussi raat Alaap key father kii death bhi ho gayi thi. Sir sunney main yeh bhi aaya hai usney Prachi Shah ka rape bhi kiya tha." He would've rambled on extremely pleased with his hard work if Milind wouldn't have stopped him. "Bas" he had managed with difficulty his mind felt as if it would explode. "Woh kahaan mileyga?" Milind had asked his tone dead pan, voice firm with determination. "Sir uskey zyaada ter kaaley dhandey uskey farmhouse per hotey hain Mumbaii sey zara aagey hai." Milind had memorized the address Sabarwal had dictated him. Tonight Shashank Saxenna you will breathe your last Milind had promised himself unexpectedly he had neither felt anger nor fear he knew what he had to do. It was destiny he believed he had to relieve Prachi of the guilt she'd been carrying along all this while. Make her free extricate her from her suffering, it was time to finish this charade. Dropping the driver off at the next bus stand he saw Milind had paid him the fare for home and had driven off in the cool night. "Shashank socha kaisey tuuney meri Prachi ko haath bhi laganey key baarey main. Uski saza to main tujhey dey ker hii rahun ga" he had muttered under his breathe. Accelerating the car oblivious of the speedometer that read 180 kms per mile as the speed.
The doorbell had been ringing fervently whoever out there was certainly in an urgency to enter the house. "Arey bhai aa raha huun, kiya mazaq hai ghanti per haath rakh ker bhuul jaatein hain kiya?" Ali had opened the door to see a bedraggled Sapna stand at his doorstep. "Aap?" he had remarked surprised as she stared at him teary eyed. "Aap iss waqt yahaan.... sab theek to haina?" Ali was aware of some grim event having taken place studying in the crimson streaks on her cheek. Her skirt was torn revealing wounds caused by Shashank's merciless beating dealt to her the previous day. Ushering her inside Ali had tried to make her comfortable "Bethiye" he had offered. "Bethney ka waqt nahin merey paas" she had blurted as Ali stared at her thoroughly confused. He knew who she was he had often spied her at Milind's office working like an automaton at her desk poring over her files meticulously. He had heard Milind praise her occassionally for her consistency and ability to work under extreme pressures but right now it did not seem as she was here for any work related problem. When Sapna had felt his searing gaze on her she had lifted her rueful eyes to him. "Prachi ko bacha lijiye please Shashank ussey maar deyga" she had breathed heavily heaving as she sobbed. Her imperious tone had alarmed Ali "Kiya hua hai kuch bataiye to kahaan hai Prachi or yeh Shashank kamina kidhar sey aaya beech main?" In return Sapna had read the entire book named Shashank to him his past, his present, his cruel intentions, the torment he had caused Prachi till date. She had informed him too of her involvement in the entire issue but did not deem it necessary to enlighten him on the fact that the marks her body bore were indeed a gift from him. Ali had turned away his face in disgust "Sharam nahin aayi yeh sab kertey huey or ab aa rahi ho mujhey bataney pehley kidhar mar gaya tha tumhara zameer jab yeh sab tamasha hotey dekhti raheen?" He was furious to know she had been a part of the masquerade Shashank had organised masking his true intentions for Prachi. "Mujh sey ghalati ho gayi" Sapna had accepted defeatedly her eyes downcast as tears dripped from them. "Tum sey ghalati nahin gunah hua hai or gunehgaar ko sazaa dii jaati hai maafi nahin" Ali had spat out in contempt.
Pushing her aside he had sprinted to the phone calling up his friend Vijay. "Yaar masla ho gaya hai tuu aa jaa bas, koi farm house hai Mumbaii sey bahar, der mat kerna or apney bandey ley kar aana aadmi khatarnaak hai" Ali had warned him to come fully armed. Vijay Singh was actually Comissioner of police and fortunately Ali's best friend they had studied in the same college. He knew Milind too being a regular visitor at Ali's place he had befriended Milind also, the moment Ali had called him Vijay had asked a contingent of policemen to reach at the required destination. In no time three police mobiles had set off towards the farmhouse described by Ali to Vijay. Since it had been a personal favour Vijay himself was presiding over the operation. Ali had sounded worried and Vijay knew that tone only too well because Ali was not the type to ask for favours every now and then, something terribly wrong was about to happen and Vijay would try his best to stop it. As Ali had exited to leave for the farmhouse Sapna had followed him "Aap mujhey bhi saath ley chaliye" she had requested. "Eik noutanki kaafi hai dusri nahin chahiye mujhey" he had silenced her harshly. "Please ley chaliye main aapko jagah bata sakti huun" she had tried to reason, "Main khud dhund luunga" pat had come the reply. "Waqt nahin hai please" Sapna had begged him dropping to his feet she sat with folded hands and he had been forced to catch her by her shoulders making her stand. "Betho" he had motioned kick starting his bike why did he feel as if she too had suffered but deemed her suffering far less than Prachi's. As the bike had gathered speed on the empty road so had the combined heartbeats of many young hearts that night some in fear others in pain while one in particular swelled with pride.
Part 58 (A)
The door had creaked open to reveal a brightly lit hallway Prachi had breathed hard flashes of her previous visit haunted her, she tried to push herself on but her feet refused to move. Her vision was blurring now and every so often she'd have to steady herself the pills were slowly being digested and the toxic enzymes being released in her blood. Holding her hand out she steadied herself leaning against the balustrade before ascending the staircase to Shashank's bedroom upstairs. After what seemed like eternity she had reached the beast's liar throughout her ascent she was constantly reminded of Milind his face, his eyes, his smile the way he looked at her, their first and last kiss. Her chest constricted and she felt her heart burn in agony it felt as if her entire body was on fire. She felt her resolve weakening but she tightly clenched her fists "Mujhey kerna pareyga yeh, Milind key liye" she had thought determinedly. Gathering her bearings she knocked on the ash door "Come in" she had heard a cruel voice emit from within. Pushing it open she found Shashank swinging in his armchair his eyes fixed on the television screen, "Shashank" she had called out to direct his attention towards her. He had lifted his feral green eyes to watch her stand there shivering in fear though her face was blank he could very well read the terror her eyes bore. Shashank stood up from the chair his tall form advancing towards her, Prachi felt as if she would actually burst into flames the moment he would touch her. "Uff kitni pyaari lagti ho aisi" Shashank had drawled, grinning like a jackal as he pushed away her hair to expose the nape of her neck. Prachi could feel the hair on her neck rise in horror so this was it the end to Prachi Shah. "Shashank meri tasveerain" Prachi had croaked, "ah haan not before I'm done with you" Shashank had snapped his patience was on a short leash that night. "Shashank meri tasveerain do mujhey" Prachi had demanded stepping away from him "Abhi " she stressed on the time. "Kiya socha tumney Prachi tumney kaha or ho gaya.... itna aasan hai sab?" he had snarled closing the distance between them Prachi's head swirled the medication was making her vulnerable. "Shashank" she gasped her body trembling "Meri tasveerain dey do varna buhut pachtao gey" she had threatened him her eyes fixed on him resolutely. "Sach Prachi" he had mocked her pulling her to him biting her ear lobe lustfully, a sob had escaped Prachi's lips. She did not want him near her let alone touch her she shrugged him off and ran near the window. Something had happened then something that had caused Shashank to pause in mid step. Prachi had swayed dangerously before clutching on the curtain for support balancing herself she stood upright but the damage had been done. With quick decisive strides Shashank was upon her cupping her face in his palm he squeezed her cheeks with his bony fingers. Prachi winced in pain as his grip tightened twisting her arm behind her he whispered in her ear "Kiya ker key aayi hai?" Prachi had closed her eyes even if Shashank would've killed her there and then she would've cared less. "Tumhain kiya laga Shashank Prachi tumhari ho jayegi ?" she breathed heavily. "Main mar jaungi Milind key siva kisi ki nahin hongi" she had disclosed the secret her heart bore since long.
"Mar jaana Prachi per uss sey pehley meri to tum zarur banogi" he had smiled sinking his fingers in the soft flesh of her stomach causing her to cringe in agony. Seeing her stand silent Shashank had lost his cool turning her around he pulled at her saree flicking the pallu off her "Shashank!" Prachi had screamed clinging on to it. She cried hysterically as he tugged at it unraveling her fragile form winding it around his hand. "Shashank!" Prachi had shrieked again pulling the fabric trying to cover herself unsuccessfully too late though. He had nearly finished with it and with one last yank had it off her leaving her in her petticoat and blouse. Prachi had fallen down in her struggle and now sidled back in haste, the window her mind kept reminding her, it seemed she could not go on with the act any longer. Her eyes were droopy and heavy soon she would get worse she could already feel contractions in her abdomen it felt as if someone was sawing her insides. Putting her hand to her stomach she pushed herself against the wall trying her best to stand up. If she could just find a match or something to light the gas container she had left beneath the window. Rubbing her eyes to get a clearer view she frantically searched for some sort of light, what she had not acticipated though was Shashank's urgency to conquer her. Before she could even lift a finger he was upon her crushing her beneath him he had pressed his lips against hers stifling her under his weight. She tried desperately to push him away but it was of no use her body felt weak and she realized she was giving in to his mounting force. That could not happen not till she breathed she again attempted to shove him off her breathless and miserable. Her skin burnt as Shashank clasped her tightly underneath him making sure she wasn't in a position to move.
Milind had stepped out of the Kompressor his shoes crunched the dry maize stalks as he trampled on a few. This seemed to be the place there was the corn field his detective had informed him about, the whitewashed fence running around the property and the rundown barn at the south of the house, this was it. Treading the way carefully he scanned the premises for possible lurkers of what he had heard of Shashank he realized he was a dangerous man. Surprisingly there weren't any about at the moment Milind understood he was unarmed but he was sure he'd find something for his defense on the way. He walked inside cautiously when he heard muffled screams emanating from the room above as he ascended the stairs they became clearer. They were supressed and very much feminine making him believe someone was in trouble. His eyes furtively scoured the place for any mode of assistance unluckily there was none opening the door Milind had received the most brutal shock of his life. Pinned ruthlessly below Shashank's lean frame was Prachi. All her efforts to throw him off her had been rendered fruitless and now she lay exhausted crying pitifully her face wet with tears. Shashank had her hands clasped in his own as he tried his best to kiss her raw while Prachi kept moving her face away from his nasty hold. Something inside Milind came alive a rage he had suppressed since long, his anger his ire his frustration all the emotions had amalgamated then in one single thought to kill Shashank. He had descended upon Shashank swiftly like a hawk on it's prey wrenching him off Prachi in one smooth motion. Shashank had certainly not envisioned any intrusion specially not the one he currently faced and stood stunned for a few moments . Prachi had been relieved to find his weight lift off her and had quickly covered her exposed form wrapping her arms around her. She was now totally under the influence of the drugs she had consumed still she could make out Milind stand there stare at her his face as black as thunder. In that one moment she had known if it indeed was Milind he was never going to forgive her for this deceit. She might be hallucinating she had consoled her weary heart getting up to her feet with difficulty, but no it was real Milind indeed was there. Her doubt was further erased when she heard Shashank's fist collide with Milind's jaw. "You bloody b*****d yahaan aaney ki himmat kaisey hui" he snarled furious to see Prachi rush to Milind assessing his wound. The punch had caused him a bloody nose not that he cared. "Saaley aaj tera qissa hii khatam ker duunga" Milind had snapped returning the blow he had received with equal intensity. Soon the two were involved in a vicious combat "Milind!" Prachi had screamed try as she would she couldn't make herself stand any longer and had ended in a heap on the floor.
Milind had clambered to his feet aware of Prachi having passed out but Shashank had twisted his ankle causing Milind's body to collide with his in a crash landing. Milind had wrapped his hands around Shashank's throat tightly as he kicked underneath him. His eyes bulged out of his sockets his breathing raspy but as self preservation kicked in he jerked his head backwards. He brought his hands above Milind joining them together he smashed them on his neck forcefully causing Milind's grip to slacken. Throwing him off himself Shashank had jumped to his feet dealing Milind with a couple of hard kicks which he had borne in mute resilience. Catching his leg Milind had yanked him down before getting to his own feet, he had spotted a small foot stool and had brought it crashing down on Shashank's head. "Uth kaminey" Milind had seethed his anger scorched his soul. The fact that Shashank had been responsible for Prachi's pain and affliction for such a long time had driven him mad. "Bata chua kaisey meri Prachi ko" he had howled punching an already bloody Shashank. " BOL KIYA KIYA" he had hollered "Kiya kiya hai jo woh eik pal sukoon sey jee nahin saki." "Ha!" Shashank had snorted freeing himself of Milind's grasp "Bataya nahin tumhain Prachi ney hum pehley bhi eik saath raat guzaar chukey hain. Shayad meri yaad main tarapti hogi bechari" he had winked at Milind blood dripping from the gash on his forehead. The remark had earned him another well deserved punch in his stomach not that it mattered to him, he was insane only Milind had come to find about it that night. Laughing hysterically he had mocked Milind "Kyun ghussa aa raha hai eik saal terey saath rahi phir bhi tuu ussey haasil nahin ker saka, chuaa tak nahin na ussey!" he cackled in mirth. "Agar pyaar kiya hota to andaaza hota ussey haasil nahin kiya jaata paaya jaata hai, or tujhey kiya lagey yeh bakwaas sun ker mera pyaar kam ho jayega... kabhi nahin. Teri ghalation ki sazaa main ussey kabhi nahin duunga" Milind had replied through gritted teeth. How dare he tell him he had soiled Prachi the very thought of him touching Prachi was enough to refuel Milind's rage. Steely faced as ever, a terrible, unspoken menace in his deep black eyes he had lunged towards him. Shashank had lurched forward and smacked Milind clean in the jaw again causing him a cut lip blood oozed out of his wounds which he spat out immediately. Grabbing him by the waist Shashank had kicked him in his stomach repeatedly making Milind go insane with misery and pain. Shoving him away Milind had kicked him in his stomach making him fall back dealing him with a rapid load of sound kicks. Grabbing his collar he had breathed hard on him "Yeh meri Prachi ko haath lagaaney key liye" taking his hand in his own Milind had twisted it hard till he had heard the satisfying crack of his finger bones being broken. "Kuttey kaminey!!!" Shashank had yelled in pain pummelling him with his free fist. Wiping blood off his brow Milind had tried to pin him to the ground but Shashank had now been thoroughly enraged. Throwing Milind off him he pushed him to the ground crashing a crystal vase kept nearby on his head, clutching his head in agony Milind had tried to stop him but Shashank had fled out of the door. "Abey ruk saaley bhagta kidhar hai" Milind had shouted staggering on his feet following him out of the door.
Part 58 (B)
Ali had stopped his bike near Milind's Kompressor Sapna had jumped off it in haste running towards the door when it had flung open and Shashank had stumbled out of it crashing into her. "Shashank" Sapna had gasped catching him by the arm while he had merely pushed her away making her fall on the sharp stones underfoot. Ali had quickly sprinted to her "Shashank Prachi kahaan hai?" Sapna had struggled to her feet with Ali's help but Shashank was in no mood to listen to her. "Shashank" she had screamed as he disappeared in the corn fields instantly the door had opened again and a bloodied Milind had followed suit. He was a mess blood was flooding down the scars on his bearded face and dripped on his starched white shirt. He desperately tried to trace Shashank he couldn't let him get away to wreak further havoc on Prachi, not this time. "Milind!" Ali had shouted devastated to find his friend in such a condition it seemed as if they had been involved in a mortal combat. "Milind tuu theek to haina?" Ali had questioned in alarm. "Ali, Prachi.... ussey dekh" he had instructed him before running away in the direction of the cornfields. "Shashank!" Milind had hollered when he had felt a sharp blow on his back. It was Shashank he had cursed himself for letting his men go free that night he was now wounded his left hand was of practically no use, when he had remembered the gun he always kept hidden in the barn. Running there he had fished for it from it's hideout triumphant on finding it loaded. Shashank had brought the gun to light aiming it at Milind's face he stood elated at his victory. "Goodbye Milind" he had smiled deliriously when he heard sirens behind him. The place was soon swarming with policemen who had filed out of the three mobiles in accurate precision and now they stood alert rifles aimed at the two men. It was Milind's turn to smile then "aa gaye terey baraati tera band bajaaney" he had hissed while Shashank cursed him at his loudest and vilest. "Ullu key pathey kis ney kaha tha yahaan aaney key liye saath saath apney baapon ko bhi laaya hai" he had muttered. "Tera game kerney key liye to main hii kaafi huun in sab kii zarurat nahin mujhey, tujhey to aaj zinda nahin chorunga main" Milind had retorted fearlessly. The conversation would've prolonged had Sapna not barged in breathless and fearful "Shashank woh Cd kahaan hai?" she had queried.
She had searched the premises thoroughly having found Prachi unconcious she had tried waking her up but her attempts were fruitless. She knew if Shashank ran off without handing over the cd the blackmail would never end. She had run downstairs to inform Ali about Prachi and had rushed forward despite Vijay's warnings she out smarted the police men on guard and ducked past them towards Shashank. So what if she died at least she'd die for a good cause knowing she saved Prachi from the humiliation and torture Shashank had wanted her to face. Milind's ears had pricked up instantly on the mention of the cd now what was that all about, behind them they could hear Vijay speak in the megaphone. "Apney aap ko qanoon key hawaley ker do pistol phenk do police tumhain chaaron taraf sey gher chuki hai." Seeing no way out Shashank had grasped an unaware Sapna by her arm to him his fingers wrapped around her throat he pointed his gun at her temple. He planned to take her as hostage to make his escape inching slowly towards Milind's Kompressor while Milind desperately tried to get a hold of him. "Shashank mujhey marney ka darr nahin Prachi kii tasveerain kahaan hain?" Sapna had struggled in his strong hold. "Bakwaas band ker apni woh tasveerain tujhey kabhi nahin mileingi or waisey bhi ab Prachi ko inki kiya zarurat main unhain press main bhijwa chuka hoon kel dekh lena akhbaar key front page per" he had snarled viciously his eyes alight with an evil glee. Milind had tried to wrench Sapna away from him resulting in an intense crash. The situation was extremely odd and even the most skilled marksmen were at a loss to get a clear shot at Shashank. As they rolled over in a heap on the ground Sapna sadwiched between the two men Milind had attempted to free the pistol from Shashank's hand. But Shashank was not willing to relent kicking Milind hard in the shin. Milind had ignored the pain as it coursed through his leg it was just an addition to the one he was already suffering.
Grabbing Sapna by her waist Milind had tried to pull her free putting his foot between her body and Shashank's he had drawn her towards him. With one final blow he had made Shashank loosen his hold on her and had stumbled back with her in his arms. Meanwhile Ali had found Prachi blood had started flowing through her nose and mouth making him panic. "Prachi, Prachi!" he had called out to her yet she remained motionless. Looking around for her saree he draped her in it before lifting her in his arms carefully carrying her downstairs out of the house. "Ali" Vijay had called out to him "Jaisey hii humain koi clear shot mileyga we'll take him down" he had informed him before helping him lay Prachi in his jeep. Ali watched from afar as Milind freed Sapna from Shashank's grasp his heart throbbed furiously he feared for their safety. Time was less Prachi's condition was getting more severe her body had started convulsing her breathing ragged. "Hum aakhri baar warning dey rahey hain release your weapon and surrender!" Vijay had notified him again. Finding himself surrounded and death at a stone's fling Shashank had found it justifiable to kill Milind along with him. "Main nahin jiyunga to tuu kyun jiye" he had yelled his face twisting in hate opening fire. Unfortunately for him it was Sapna who had covered Milind she had suspected such a move on his part and had refused to move aside even as Milind tried to shove her away. Two bullets had punctured her abdomen leaving Milind shocked as she slumped in his arms gasping for breath. "Shashank!" Milind had hollered visibly shaken enraged at Sapna's condition. Ali had grabbed the megaphone from Vijay in that instant and had yelled in it. "Milind hatt!" instinctively Milind had rolled away on the ground holding a dripping Sapna close to him. When he had heard gunshots being fired watching expressionlessly as Shashank's body was riddled with them. The marksmen had finally got a clear shot and they had availed the opportunity to finish him off. All had watched as Shashank had writhed like a rope on fire howling in obvious pain before his soul departed for the next realm where a more darker fate awaited him. Answers to his deeds in the world he was leaving behind and there was no escape from there not even death. Sapna had started thrashing her body jerked uncontrollably, "Sir" she breathed "Prachi ki tasveerain...... Shashank ney... unko press main.... unhain dhundein" She was finding it hard to talk as blood filled her lungs and now found it's way out her open mouth. Her fingers clutched his suit already soiled crimson wasting no time Milind had picked her in her arms placing her in his Kompressor. "I'll take care of him you take them to the hospital" Vijay had assured Ali who had shifted Prachi to the Kompressor too. Soon the farmhouse was deserted and silent the corn fields stood majestically ripe and full what remained behind was the horror and terror. Tyre marks from Milind's Kompressor as it had hurried away in the black night rushing to take the two women to a hospital. Footprints of the policemen who had hauled Shashank's lifeless form in one of the mobiles a pool of blood marked the area where his body had been. One of the officers was a chain smoker having finished off with his last cigarette he had flicked the burning stub carelessly out of the window. Ironically it had landed on the trail of gasoline Prachi had sprinkled earlier that night the fire had started slowly and as the rising wind fanned it the conflagration had spread. Soon a resounding boom was sounded in the wilderness as the gallon ignited bursting into flames and slowly but steadily the entire house was also consumed. They say pride comes before a fall Shashank had been proud of his achievements, his vicious plan to own Prachi his ability to act God to her. Maybe God himself hadn't been very happy at that thought and so it had all ended where it had started exactly a year earlier.
Part 59
"Prachi Prachi, aankhein khol Prachi" Milind had called out in agony patting her cheek casting a worried look at her slumped figure beside him in the passenger seat. "Ali yeh kuch bolti kyun nahin?" Milind was practically shouting now, the continual flow of blood from Prachi's nose had him worried to death. He tried his best wipe it off with his handkerchief muttering curses under his breath "Prachi kuch bol please" he had literally begged her alas she was in no position to answer him. The nights events weren't something to be dwelled on but he couldn't help thinking all this would certainly have never happened if Prachi hadn't lied to him. "Milind mujhey lagta hai issney kuch khaya ya piya hai zeher ya kuch aisa warna itna khoon nahin behta" Ali had informed him and Milind had stepped on the gas not that he wasn't speeding before, 200kmph the speedometer had read. It was a relief in itself that Vijay's jeep sped before him the reason no other vehicle obstructed their path, the sirens continued to blare as the small convoy of cars sped on the roads. Sapna had closed her eyes in obvious misery as tears stained her bloodied cheeks she lay on the backseat her head resting in Ali's lap. His hand clamped on her abdomen in a vain attempt to stop the blood from spilling out. Her breathing was raspy her face contorted depicting her torment. Ali felt her fingers close around his as she suppressed a moan involuntarily his other hand had reached her forehead as he smoothed back her hair falling on it. He felt guilty of having doubted her earlier that evening shouting at her without realizing the depth of her suffering. He had swiped his sleeve across her mouth wiping away the blood trickling from it. Soon the familiar sight of the hospital loomed in view both the men had felt their hearts beat anew as Milind had hastily halted the Kompressor in front of the door. Vijay had stepped out of his jeep before them clearing the exit Milind had gathered Prachi in his arms while Ali had picked up Sapna both of them had been escorted with their respective charges by a team of policemen. The doctors had been alerted and awaited the patients no one had dared ask for any sort of details, Sapna had been immediately wheeled in an operating unit while Prachi too was taken in for examination. Milind had felt his insides turn to ice as he saw experienced surgeons swarm in behind both the women a ray of hope had flickered when he saw Dr Deepa walk past him.
"Dr Deepa please Prachi ko dekhiye" he had pleaded and Deepa had been stunned to see him that way. No longer was Milind the same person she had seen a couple of weeks earlier when he had met her to get Prachi's grandmother discharged after the operation. Instead of a handsome and confiident man stood a rather crestfallen and disheveled figure he himself was a bloody mess his open wounds indicating that he had been through hell. His upper lip bore a cut there were several small gashes on his left cheek and blood dripped from his matted hair. "Mr Milind our team is there to help her you need medical attention too" she had coaxed him to get himself treated. "Kahin nahin jaana mujhey yahaan sey jab tak Prachi theek nahin ho jaati" he had spoken furiously refusing to get himself any medication before he got the details on Prachi. "Milind haalat dekh apni" Ali had tried to reason "bhaad main jaye haalat mujhey parwah nahin Prachi ko theek kero doctor har haalat main har qeemat per" he had ordered Deepa when he felt the scene blackening around him. "Ali had sensed his condition getting severe "Dr Deepa please get us an info on her current condition and then I will get him treated myself" he had requested to the kind doctor who had immediately darted inside the operating unit.
Moments later she had appeared with a complete update "She's consumed morphine in a large content the effects of which are poisonous if used in such a large proportion. The good news is she didn't chew the tablets that gives us time to bind the toxins by using liqui-char to prevent intestinal absorption. It's already been absorbed by the stomach but they're working on it. There's a good chance the activated carbon will interrupt the enterohepatic circulation of toxins and their metabolites" she had informed a frustrated Milind. "English please!" he had hinted his inability to decipher the medical vocabulary ghostly traces of defeat welling in his eyes "Will she make it?" that certainly was the sole thought that had kept him glued to the spot despite his physical inflictions. "You'll have to wait for the doctors to give you their word on it but I believe she will" Deepa had assured both of them Milind had stood resolute then too. "The procedure will take time Mr Milind" Deepa had endeavoured to make him budge "If you'r so concerned get the medicines here" he had snapped though soon he swayed dangerously collapsing in Ali's arms struggling to remain on his feet. "This way" Deepa had motioned to Ali who had slipped his arm around Milind's waist propping him against himself he guided his staggering form to the room she led them to. Making him lie on the hospital bed he had touched his shoulder in assurance "Kuch nahin hoga ussey Milind... kuch nahin" he had tried to instill faith in Milind who had closed his eyes in pain ruminating on the night's events. Did she have to lie make him believe he meant nothing to her, why had she not trusted him enough to help her through this... why. A silent tear had slid from Milind's closed eyes mingling with the congealed blood on his face, he could never forgive her for this... never.
"Inspector who's with that girl?" the doctor had exited from the operating theatre in haste Vijay had looked at him in question. "She's had two bullets shot in her stomach we have removed them though we realized she's pregnant we'll have to go ahead with an abortion the fetus is no more, the shots were lodged in it someone needs to sign these papers... right now." Vijay had marched upto Ali with the doctor in tow "Ali yeh larki kon hai?" he had inquired about Sapna "Sapna....Milind kii office main kaam kerti hai Shashank ko jaanti thi" Ali had given him as much information as he had on him. "Goli lagney kii wajah sey isska bacha mar gaya hai abortion key liye signatures chahiyein, isskey ghar waalon ki kuch khabar?" Vijay had given him details on Sapna's situation. It was rather critical if they did not abort the child she would suffer from a stroke and blood poisoning resulting in her death as it was the blood loss incurred by her was fatal. "Kahaan sign kerna hai?" Ali had questioned the doctor who had pointed to the dotted line. "Aap ka naam ?" he had inquired his name "Khan .... Ali ehsan khan!" he had given it to him quietly. "Mareez sey rishta?" the doctor had queried this time impatiently he was aware of the minutes ticking by each one was crucial for her. "Her husband!" Vijay had intruded the conversation laying a heavy hand on Ali's shoulder who had watched him through silent eyes. As the doctor had left clacking on his heels Vijay had smiled apologetcally "Sorry yaar jhoot bol diya per agar details main pertey woh mar jaati or iss case main uski statement buhut zaruri hai." Ali had shaken his head indicating that he understood him perfectly he stood in the corridor a serious and sorry figure down the hallway two of the operating units held the women he had considered his responsibility and on the other end his friend fretted in mute agony. "Ya Allah rehem ker hum sab per" he had prayed as his feet lifted towards Milind's room there still was a lot to this night somehow he had a feeling it wasn't over yet. He entered the room to find Milind getting his head wrapped in a snowy bandage his wounds been cleaned and treated he looked much better. Rolling up his sleeve he had let the needle pierce his skin Deepa had insisted on giving him a tetanus shot. "Ali mujhey jaana hoga" he had gotten up then putting on his jacket "Per kahaan Milind?" he had questioned flabbergasted Milind certainly was in no condition to take up nocturnal excursions. "Shashank ney Prachi kii kuch tasveerain press main deen hain, shayad ussey blackmail ker raha tha unn ki wajah sey. Mujhey unhain chapney sey rokna hoga Ali" Milind had explained exiting the room followed by Ali. "Main chalun?' he had inquired "Nahin, yahaan bhi to koi hona chahiye. Tuu yahiin reh Ali mujhey akeley hii jaana pareyga."
But Ali would not let him have his way he had asked Vijay to go along with Milind who had readily consented to do so. It was only nine in the evening but to Milind it seemed as if the night had stretched over a millenium it just didn't end, moreover he was thankful there was still time to track down the newsagency. Vijay had made a few calls and so had Milind the contacts they had served to be good leads, a few printing presses were ruled out as possible suspects and they had separated ways. It turned out the third paper Milind had on the list was the one "Mujhey woh pictures chahiyein, kisi bhi haalat main" Milind had smirked advancing towards the manager. It took him a good deal of time to make the manager own up to having them in the first place knowing Shashank Milind realized he'd have hit the filthiest paper in town and boy was he right. "Dekhiye mister qeemat ada kii hai in key liye hum ney" and that was the limit Milind had had enough of it thwacking him straight across his jaw Milind had beat him purple. "Qeemat ada kii hai kisi ki zindagi barbaad kerney key liye, qeemat dii hai kisi kii izzat neelam kerney key liye" he yelled in fury outraged at his audacity to tell him he'd paid for them. What did he think he'd get away with it, well not till Milind breathed. "Dekhiye main ab tak aapka lihaaz ker raha tha ab main police ko bulaunga" the manager was certainly clutching at straws wiping blood off his lip he knew very well the cd he had contained pictures of Prachi, Milind's wife. Shashank had struck a deal with him to expose Prachi's past as painted by him, in his newspaper well known for printing celebrity gossip for cheap publicity. "Tuu kiya bulaieyga saaley main bulata huun terey baap ko" saying so Milind had dialled up Vijay informing him about the CD and his whereabouts. Vijay had soon been there at his side and together they had shown the manager that they meant business, placing the cd in his jacket pocket Milind had thanked Vijay who had waved it off.
"Shashank to waisey bhi humari hit list per tha usskey human or drug trade kii kayii complaints humain mil chuki theen per ab tak uska pata lagana mushkil tha aapki wajah sey aaj eik criminal apney anjaam ko puhuncha hai" he had smiled and they had both returned to the hospital. Ali paced the shining marble of the corridor for the millionth time he'd never known life would come to this, but it had and now he was in the middle of it. He hadn't sit, hadn't had anything to eat or drink hadn't even stopped praying, his lips chanted in silence while his eyes were kept glued to the flashing red bulbs above the OT'S. After what seemed like eternity and when he felt that his soul would just go numb he saw Milind and Vijay walk in, triumph etched on their faces. One look at him and Milind knew the verdict was still very much impending their eyes had met and Milind had hugged him then he realized Ali needed strength what for was not the question. "Mili?" he had heard Ali whisper "Haan" he had replied huskily making him sit on the wooden bench outside the operating unit. "Sapna ko kuch nahin hoga" Milind had squeezed his shoulder in assurance and he had seen relief flood in Ali's eyes. "Tujhey lagta hai?" his voice was feeble forcing a weak smile "Mujhey yaqeen hai" Milind's was positive. Ali sat tired to the bone he had understood a change had occurred it was now when Milind had tapped into his fear had he realized the change was very much effective in his heart. He had known Sapna since long liked her longer still but had never picked up courage to talk to her even in a formal way. To him she was divine the way her strikingly black hair hung in loose layers around her face, the way her honey shaded skin shone when she smiled. Her eyes they mesmerized him they were a queer shade of sand and grass combined together and whenever they had rested on him even for a fraction of a second he had felt he was over the moon. Tonight when she had come searching for him his heart had missed a beat to see her of all people on his doorstep. The same heart now was at a standstill too weary to beat with all it's intensity she had been pregnant, he had known she loved another it clearly reflected in her eyes. They were ever dreamy and distant and once he had overheard her talk to someone in loving tones he had never looked back then praying for her to be blessed in life. Love stands the test of time quite true Ali had thought casting a dismayed glace over to Milind. They both were giving the same test their hearts had led them to this thorny path and now they trode on it with wounded feet.
After two more hours the wait was over for both of them the doctors had emerged from the operating theatre bearing Prachi, Milind had immediately taken to the doctor "How is she?" he had questioned his blood rimmed eyes quick and alert. "She's out of danger Mr Mishra it's a good thing the poison hadn't spread beyond her stomach else we'd be in deep s**t" he had smiled good naturedly. " She'll be unconscious for some time a day or two you don't need to worry about that even after gaining conscious she'll be having bouts of nausea, but nothing more to worry about" saying so he had left. Milind had closed his eyes peace had finalled raided his senses after a very long time. A few minutes later Prachi was wheeled out and taken to an Intesive Care Unit she may have had the poison flushed out of her system still there could be complications and the doctor wasn't prepared on taking any risks. Milind's eyes had followed her pale form covered in blue sheets her hair flowing down on either side she seemed to be sleeping peacefully rather than just coming back from battling death. His feet had moved instinctively in her direction but he had willed them to stop turning away from her. Ali had noticed his restrain and had approached him "Kiya iraada hai?" he had questioned his eyes serious. He had sensed Milind's heartbreak on seeing Prachi's condition yet could not understand his hesitation to be by her side when she needed him the most. "Iraadey or vaadey inn sey ab yaqeen uth gaya hai mera, sab khokley hotey hain baaton ki tarah" he had stared at him listlessly "Or jhootey vaadon kii tarah. Tuu apna sapna dekh Ali shayad woh sach ho jaaye" Milind had placed a heavy hand on his shoulder before crumpling on the wooden bench. He may not have been close to Sapna yet she was his employee and very much his responsibility. After several agonizing minutes had passed the surgeon had sauntered out thoroughly pleased with his work "She made it" he had informed a distressed Ali and concerned Milind. "She still needs to be monitored for pulmonary infection quite a lot of blood had to be cleared from her lungs and yes Mr Ali are you the husband?" the doctor had added as an afterthought. Milind had rested a knowing eye on Ali who was all ears "Yes" he had answered confidently " I'm quite sorry to inform you she might never be able to conceive again." Ali had gawped at the doctor as if he'd just shelled him with a bomb while Milind had felt his heart sink.
The girl had been deprived of the one trait that completed the transition of a female from a woman to a mother, Sapna could never become one. "Are you sure doctor?" Ali's voice had appeared as it was emanating from the pits of a well distant and hollow "I'm not ruling it out as a final judgment the authority to breathe life rests with God alone Mr Ali but the chances are really slim you should be prepared for the worst." With that the doctor had patted his back slightly and gone away to the cafeteria he had indeed had a long day. For all those times that Milind had needed him Ali had been right beside him and now it was his time. He watched as Ali's eyes followed a ghostly Sapna being wheeled out of the OT, she was on a ventilator her beautiful face bearing the torment she had borne. Ali stood numbed powerless to move when Milind had draped a soothing arm over his shoulder leading him out of the hospital's dreary corridors. They had spent too much time fretting over women who hardly cared for their emotions in the first place. Milind had ordered two coffees at the cafeteria watching Ali sip his quietly he had cleared his throat "Kabhi bataya nahin Sapna key baarey main" he had remarked in a hurt tone scrutinizing Ali's expressions. Ali had cast a deep glance at him "Bataney kii zarurat jo nahin pari kabhi tujhey, mujhey malum tha tuu jaanta hai" and that certainly was the truth. Milind had understood Ali's predicament the way Ali's eyes lit up when he saw Sapna made Milind realize it was more than infatuation but Ali had just stopped coming to his office. Milind had tried asking him the cause but could not understand the absurd excuses he'd churn up at the spur of the moment and one day he had caught him in the act. Sapna had been in his office getting official documents signed Ali had been there too when Sapna's cell had rung up she had cut the call twice but it still kept buzzing. Milind had allowed her to attend the call while he read the papers even though her tone was low the conversation was audible "Main nahin aa sakti" she had whispered. "Samjhney kii koshish kero please" she had tried explaining to the person at the other end. "Haan kerti huun, shak hai kiya tumko?" this time she was irritated after a few more minutes she had given in "acha baba milungi haan shaam ko..... I do too." It hadn't taken much effort for both the men to understand what was going on but what startled Milind was Ali's condition. The light in his eyes had vanished he sat there sober and serious and had soon excused himself. Milind had caught him stare at Sapna with a certain and deep yearning and he had known then his friend was in love.
Part 60
"Mr Milind aakhir aisi konsi wajah thi jiskey chaltey aap apney dream project key inauguration per nahin aa sakey?" the journalist had thrust forward his question one out of the million he was being bombarded with. He was in the middle of a press conference his mind was blank eyes blood shot, his head throbbed badly the effect of the pain killer was probably wearing off. He had placed a heavy hand on his bandaged head trying to keep his mind alert he hadn't slept properly for quite some time now first the insomnia watching Prachi's dilemma and then the battle with Shashank, he felt drained and completely exhausted. His spokesman tried to play it safe "Dekhiye aap log shaant ho jaaiye, Milind sir ka accident ho gaya tha is liye woh nahin aa sakey" the man had put forward the statement they had prepared an hour earlier. The press meet was a necessity had it not been so Milind would've never consented to it but here his reputation as a businessman was at stake. He had been sipping coffee with Ali in the hospital cafeteria when he chanced to see a man opposite them read the paper and there on the first page his name glittered in all glory. "Milind Mishra is it worth it?" Milind had immediately bought the morning paper which was filled with anomalous calumnies and eccentric lies regarding him. Going through a few lines alone had made Milind realize how low the press could stoop to drag his name through the mud. References to his past were printed boldly accusing him of being irresponsible not attending the inauguration of his own dream project. It had been a known fact that he had worked the midnight oil to get the hotel on the map, it was a one of a kind the most expensive, lavish and elaborate hotel and club complete with golf courses, a mutiplex and it's very own shopping arcade. Milind had planned meticulously and had executed it with pristine precision and now it was all water under the bridge. In his face off with Shashank he had completely forgotten about the inauguration, all that had mattered then was Prachi's safety and after that her recovery.
Crumpling the paper Milind had thrown it away in disgust had Prachi told him the truth earlier Shashank could have been dealt with in a more appropriate manner, he could've made it to his inaugaration and wouldn't have become the laughing stock of the town. Taking out his cell phone he had asked Madhu to book him a ticket to Delhi on the next available flight. Ali had been watching him worriedly he had known about the inauguration and understood Milind's acrimony in his opinion he was justified in feeling that way. "Kahaan jaa raha hai Milind?" he had questioned when Milind had handed him his dedit cards in case he needed cash. "Delhi" "Per kyun?" everything had been finished what would Milind achieve by going there the press was ready to shred him to bits "Tamasha khatam kerney" Milind had replied coldly before driving away in the cool morning. Milind couldn't believe he had been played so bad by Prachi what did she think he was a bloody dog she could pet and shun at her own free will, what had he not given her love, trust and above everything else his heart and she hadn't thought twice before fibbing to him. How dare she, how dare she make him go through such misery she damn well knew what she meant to him, didn't she even once consider the consequences to her actions. What if she would've died what would he have done "Tum pyaar key qaabil nahin Milind Mishra..... qaabil nahin. Ghalati thi meri jo tum sey pyaar kiya, tumhain apni zindagi maana, paagal ho gayi tumharey pyaar main." Kaajal had screamed in all intensity and Milind had felt as if he had been pulled back in time, nothing had changed. He was the same Milind, the women were the same just their faces had been switched yet their hearts they were replicas of each other did he not deserve love. Maybe he didn't he had though fantasized that he did, been desperate to believe that he was capable of loving which was a lie in itself. It had suddenly dawned to him that Prachi had never been at fault it was he who was to blame. Had this not been the truth Kaajal would never had left him he had failed her then and had failed Prachi now, he was a certified loser and love was certainly not his destiny. He knew what he had to do making his mind clear on his task he had sped on the streets to the airport but before that he had to tell the world he actually gave a damn. On reaching Delhi he had arranged for a press conference and now he sat like a convict before a jury being accused and railed at. "Per aisey kisi accident ki khabar humain to nahin mili" another reporter had jumped up they were smart little rats who had done their homework properly.
"Hum aap sey jhoot kyun boleingey... aap dekh nahin rahey inki haalat" his spoekesman had retorted irritatedly this was getting too much. Anger bubbled in Milind well if the world was hell bent on painting him red then be it that way. "Band ker apni bakwaas" he had stood up glowering at the reporter who had immediately shut his trap "Kahaan tha kiya ker raha tha kisi key baap ka raaj hai kiya. Arey tum jaisey do takey key log jo paison key liye, eik khabar key liye kissi ki izzat daav per laganey sey pehley eik baar nahin sochtey un sey mujhey koi behes nahin kerni. Kiya jaanna chahtey ho, kahaan tha main then listen very carefully main eik kaam main busy tha. Kiya ker raha tha kyun raha tha none of your bloody business. Reh gayi reputation to Milind Mishra paanch saal pehley kuch nahin tha. Mera naam , meri izzat merey kaam sey hai zindagi key haadson sey nahin. Jissey mera hotel acha lageyga zarur aayega or jissey nahin lageyga uski mujhey parwah nahin. Now just get out from my hotel.... ALL of you!" he had shouted. Yes he'd been every thing but courteous and well it certainly didn't matter to him in his opinion all was already lost. He could feel countless pictures been clicked could hear the reporters openly calling him a snob and the power going to his brain. Only he knew though what actually had gotten to his mind sauntering out of the conference hall pertinaciously he certainly had put up a good act.
Prachi had opened her eyes with a herculean effort it felt as if she was falling down an abyss deeper and deeper she wanted to stop but couldn't. She batted her eyelids still heavily drugged the room seemed to be dancing on it's own accord the walls kept bending in and out. She tried to move but couldn't she was being sucked in the vortex again someone was beside her though she couldn't make out who it was. "Milind" she had whispered lifting her hands to his face "Prachi.... Prachi" the voice had called it felt as if it was coming from afar "Milind" she had murmured again before lapsing in a dreamless sleep. "Doctor when is she going to wake up?" Ali had asked Deepa in anguish Prachi kept falling in and out of consciousness he was panicking now how long would she be that way. Deepa who had been there checking on her drip had watched the scene before checking out her pupils which were thankfully dilating and contracting as normal. "She's fine Ali but she'll sleep the morphine off I told you that before you'll get the same answer even if you ask me this ten times." she had tried to pass it off as a joke but the truth was she could gauge Ali's mounting anxiety. Till yet both Prachi and Sapna hadn't gained consciousness, Ali hadn't informed at home either but now he realized he couldn't hold it off any longer. He had dialled to Shah mansion asking Premlata to join him at the hospital "Ali sab theek to haina?" Premlata's shaky voice was proof to her worry, "Sab theek hai aunty bas aap yahaan aa jaiyiye or filhaal Baba ya kisi or ko kuch mat bataiye ga" he had reminded her on impulse. She had promised to do and had immediately left for the hospital half an hour later Premlata stood next to Prachi carressing her sleeping daughter's soft chheks her face a picture of sorrow.
"Itna kuch ho gaya tum ney humain bataya tak nahin Ali" she had complained visibly upset planting a tender kiss on Prachi's forehead. " Aunty Prachi ney humain kuch nahin bataya or jab tak pata chala buhut der ho chuki thi" Ali had confided the whole truth to her. "Or Milind woh kahaan hai?" she had questioned it seemed odd to her that Milind was not by Prachi's side at this hour. "Aaj ka paper shayad parha nahin aapney" he had brought it to her and going through it she had felt burdened with guilt for doubting him. "Kaash key Prachi ney kuch bataya hota, mujh sey bhi chupaya... main to maa huun uski" Premlata had rubbed her forehead wretchedly. Thoughts ran wild in her mind what if Milind hadn't traced her to the farmhouse she'd have lost her daughter forever. Premlata had shed tears of pain she was too numbed to think further she had lost Inder then her son and was not prepared to have her daughter be taken away from her too. "Aunty sanbhaliye apney aap ko" Ali had comforted her fetching her a glass of water which she had drunk in small sips. "Mishra ji sey kiya bolungi main kahaan gayi hai?" she had raised the question Ali had been trying to avoid he too had been thinking of various excuses for Prachi's disappearance from home. "Aap keh dijiyega Soumya key paas gayi hai" he had suggested and she had nodded thoughtfully that was the only ruse she could use at the moment. She had left after staying for a while Daadi had been alone at him besides she did not wish Bua or Milind's father to get suspicious of her unannounced absence from the house.
Ali had found his feet being drawn to Sapna's room automatically he entered hesitantly. Though the hospital staff considered him her husband and was being updated on her condition from time to time yet he had not found the courage to go check on her till then. The blinds were drawn and the room was silent except for the occassional beeps of the machine she was hooked on. Ali had advanced noiselessly just watching her there pale and expressionless had made his heart lurch what had she done to herself. He had prayed in all those days that he had known her to be happy remain smiling forever he though had not the slightest idea that his silence and sacrifice had made God make him have her for eternity. Taking her limp hand in his own he had felt his vision blur a tear had rested on her hand and he had kissed it away with love. Words failed him as he tried to speak there were none, none that could measure up to the torment he felt watching her that way it was too gut wrenching as if someone had driven a knife through him and had let it stay there watching him bleed to a slow painful death. The door had been pushed open and he saw a nurse step in "Mr Ali you'll have to step out I need to change her" she had informed him and he had left. The nurse though had witnessed him wipe away his tears in haste sympathising with the depressed husband as she supposed him to be.
Milind looked through the clear glass of the aircraft it had just been air borne below he could see the earth falling away the buildings mere specks. He leaned back letting the sinking feeling in his stomach settle down as the airplane gained altitude closing his eyes tiredly. It had been a long day rather a long lifetime after his rather outrageous outburst at the press conference he had made a few quick calls to Vijay in Mumbai asking him to draw up something that would prove as an alibi for his accident. He did not want the Shashank fiasco being unearthed at any cost. If indeed that happened Prachi's name would be the talk of the town the media would go wild in frenzy another tidbit on Milind Mishra and Prachi would've sufferred at his hands, that certainly was not acceptable. The deed had been done the evidence fabricated late that afternoon another press conference had been arranged by his board of members explaining to the press the cause of his absence. Proof was provided including images of a wrecked car on the highway and a recorded statement from The Police Commissioner himself. The wagging tongues had halted and he had been given a clean bill by the numerous dailies that had till that morning been branding him as fickle and capricious not that it mattered to him. Moreover his physical injuries were also substantial in adding leverage to his case he had read the evening paper "Milind Mishra wrongly accused" and had thrown it in the bin before boarding the aircraft. He wondered when he would actually stop being in the limelight for all the wrong reasons why was he never mentioned when he won accolades for his thriving business or his hotels got tagged as brand of the year, or hotel of the year. But such was the world wasn't it, it never remembered one for the good one did rather kept digging graves of the skeletons in one's past. "Sir would you like some juice or coffee?" the flight attended had inquired she waited patiently for his answer as he mused. "Coffee.. make it black... no sugar" he had instructed , the woman had looked at him puzzled but had complied filling a cup with steaming black liquid. He sat with it running his fingers on the edges of the cup feeling the steam scorch them his gaze flitted back to the sky which was a bright crimson. The sun was bidding adieu welcoming the inky shadows that would fast approach but for now it was a palate of hues bright vibrant and spectacular. It had appeared heavenly then tufts of clouds were stretched as far as the eye could see their wispy forms billowing like froth, the sun's rays painting them red and deep gold it looked perfect just like a dream. He was overcome with a childish desire to step out of the airplane on this thick carpet of vapour. That looked like painted cotton rather bales of it at a glance run over it letting his feet sink in the fluffy contents and he had smiled.
He was instantly reminded of Preeti she loved sunsets and clouds had taken a lot after him.
"Papa coud" she had raised his face to hers as he lay on the grassy nook in the lawn. It had been a beautiful sunny day with white hordes of clouds scurrying across the welkin. "Cloud" he had corrected her she sat straddled atop him putting up her hands to the skies she had closed her fists in a futile attempt to catch some. He had smiled watching her that way and his heart had filled with pride, his daughter , his life she made his day ... every day. "Papa!" she had cried tired at last giving up on the task altogther her curls ruffling in the breeze. "Kiya hua?" he had questioned lazily and had opened one eye to look at her sad face. "Nahin aaya cloud haath main?" and she had shaken her head in the affirmative. Pulling her closer he had kissed her on the lips before shifting her off him "Koi baat nahin abhi dekh lo Papa key saath phir main apni gurya ko khud bana ker duunga clouds" he had promised. She had clapped her hands in elation grinning her father kept his promises and had lain on his out stretched arm her left leg resting on his torso. They had spent a wonderful afternoon watching the clouds make different patterns on that sunny day. Much later they had both dozed off the cool wind fanning them the shaded seclusion providing them the much needed peace and had only stirred to hear Prachi waking him. "Uthiye na Milind, shaam ho gayi yahiin so gaye. Aap aaye kyun nahin kab sey intizaar ker rahi huun aapka" and Milind's eyes had flown open. Her voice it had felt so close as she had just been beside him moments ago yet he was only joined by a few more passangers in the business section of the aircraft. Intizaar he thought unhappily gulping down the bitter scalding coffee " Intizaar to ab bas teri khushion ka hai Prachi jo ab shayad merey saath nahin."
Later as he entered the hospital corridor he had found Ali exactly where he had left him his eyes were puffy registering sleeplessness and he looked as if he'd walked a million miles. "Ali ghar jaa ab" he had told him. "Per Milind tuu bhi to abhi" he had tried to reason but Milind knew Ali had responsibilities of his own. He had called Saadia up telling her he had stayed over at a friend's place but it was night now and Milind wanted him to have some rest before resuming his watch at the hopital. "Behes mat ker Ali maan jaa, ghar jaa maa ko shakal to dikha apni pareshaan ho rahi hogi." Milind had explained. Ali had informed him earlier that he had indeed told Premlata about their little adventure in the night and Milind had deemed it an appropriate act someone had to be informed and Premlata was the safest bet. He had hugged Ali then he had been his sole confidant for so long he'd lost track of the years Ali's eyes had closed then his heart at ease "Pareshaan kyun hai Ali woh theek ho jayegi" he had assured him patting his back. "Woh tuut jayegi Milind" Ali had mumbled afraid of the wind carrying the news to her if he spoke aloud. "Tujhey to rab per bharosa hai na, phir aaj kiya hua? Kahaan gaya woh yaqeen jo teri aankhon main dikhta hai?" Milind had questioned him staring at his worn face. "Rab per to khud sey zyaada yaqeen hai bas khud per nahin" he had confided in him. "Chal saala mujhko maama banata hai" taking his face in his hands Milind had made him meet his eye. "Kiya bolta tha tuu pyaar sey barh ker kuch nahin hota, phir tera pyaar uskey har zakhm ka marham hoga. Ab chal ghar jaa" Milind had smiled and Ali had beamed. "Yeh kyun nahin bolta apni waali key saath time pass kerna hai" Ali had joked punching him in the stomach before leaving the hospital for home.
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Tanuja,
it's me Lakshmi from boston...the old blogger friend.
i lost your number.
mail me at my gmail-id.
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