kaise kahun

Chp 1

Watford- England.

"Bitiya tayyar nahin hona?" (Don't you have to get ready?) Ramu

kaka had pulled the heavy velvet curtains to reveal the twinkling

city lights glistening in the distance. The afternoon had given way to

evening the sun bleeding as it spread it's last hues across the world

dipping in it's westerly abode. Prachi had rocked gently on the

rocking chair she had been occupying since the last four hours.

"Time kiya hua Kaka?" (What's the time?)Prachi had asked wrapping

her teal blue shawl tightly around her, she felt chilly oddly though

since her room had been sealed shut not allowing even a slight

whiff of air to pass through. "Bitiya kaafi der ho gayi tum khaney key

liye bhi nahin aayein neechey to main samjha dawa kha ker so gayi

hogi isi liye uper nahin aaya" (It had been long you hadn't even

come down for lunch I thought you'd have taken your medicine and

gone to sleep) he had informed her tautening her rosewood bed's

patterned sheets. Fluffing her pillows while she watched the

evening envelop in gloom the lights from her lawns flooding the

greens giving her a perfect vision of the various weeping willows

lining them majestically. "Kaka.... Papa ....." he voice trailed off as

she looked at him questioningly and the oldservant had averted his

gaze, "Tum to jaanti ho saahab ko to aaj ka kab sey intizaar tha,

woh to party key liye nikal gaye, keh gaye hain tum bhi jaldi

puhunch jaana." (You know how much your dad was looking

forward to it he's left for the party asked me to tell you to join him

soon) She had not responded to his elaboration but had switched

on the lights illuminating the room and had walked over to the

massive wardrobe tucked in a corner . Anyone in her shoes would

have considered life a dream come true, she was a La Salle

graduate having attained a degree in hotel management on her

father's command. Having spent her life travelling from one boarding

school to the other she had become used to the quick and lonely

pace of life something that she longed to change but was unable to

despite countless prayers. "Kaka Didi ka phone aaya tha kiya?"

(Kaka had my sister called?) she had inquired sifting through

evening gowns though none fit the bill or appealed to her.senses.

All of them had been picked by her father's secretary an overtly and

annoyingly sweet middle aged woman Reena..... sometimes Prachi

wondered if her father actually ever took the pains to grant her a

glance after all that the woman went through for him. Prachi had

never seen her sit still there was always one thing or the other

either it was his appointments or urgent conferences the

innumerous trips to countless states or memos to be typed.

Everything and anything was dealt by her "Kaisey ghoor ghoor ker

dekhti hai Papa ko, jaisey kaccha hii kha jayegi, Sarah Palin na hui

to" (Have you seen the way she stares at Papa, as if she'd devour

him whole thinks she's Sarah Palin) Ayesha would often comment

mimicking her perfect and flawless British accent. Ayesha was her

elder sister, senior by two years ten days three hours and five

minutes she had done the math at a very young age. They were

worlds apart but were still the best of friends. "Kaka kiya pehnun

kuch acha nahin hai yahaan to" (Kaka what should I wear there's

nothing good enough here?) she had complained eyeing the

dresses warily most were revealing with plunging neck lines or

extremely short in length, all of them had been purchased by

Reena. "Bitiya Ayesha key kaprey dekh lo un main sey koi pasand

aa jayega" (Have a look at Ayesha's clothes you might find

something good there) he had advised and she had hugged him in

relief. "Thanks Kaka aap nahin hotey to" (Thanks if you wouldn't

have been here) she had started when he had cut her. "Bas bas

main nahin hota to koi or hota" (If I would've been here someone

else would've) he had laughed shaking his grey head humorously

and she had walked out of the room hoping to find something that

would make her blend in the crowd at the party.

Mumbaii- India

"Abey dikhta nahin hai saaley, aankhein kiraye per dii hain kiya?"

(Can't you see you've rented your eyes or what) Milind had bawled

at the pedestrian crossing the busy street practically hanging out of

the window. He sat honking in his black and yellow taxi weaving his

way through the thick afternoon traffic. Sweat ran free down his

forehead which he would swipe away with his bare arm every now

and then. The afternoon was hot and humid the congested traffic

didn't make it any more pleasant, tempers ran high and so did the

abuses hurled frequently at each other in the wake of the moment.

"Bhaiyya or kitni der lageygi" (How long is this going to take?) the

passenger in the back seat had questioned him irritably and Milind

had felt like punching the man straight in the jaw. "Saab taxi hai

meri hawaii jahaaz nahin jo ura key ley jaunga, saala gaari main

bethtey hii shuru ho jaatey hain" (Sir it's my taxi not an airplane

that I'd fly you there, start grumbling the minute they sit) he had

muttered the last sentence under his breath. He ran a frustrated

hand through his matted curls trying to steer his taxi amidst the

chaos that had erupted at the signal ahead. Life in Mumbaii was

difficult he had known but these days it seemed as if God was hell

bent to make him repent for the cold war he had waged with HIM.

Forty minutes later he had dropped the passenger at his

destination hoping to get another ride on his way back. As he

parked his taxi in the battered down shed near his chawl he had

cast a wistful glance at it's weatherbeaten exterior, the paint had

come off in several places, the fender needed welding and one of

the tail lights had to replaced. How was he ever going to make

enough to pay for all of that he had sighed deeply, six months

earlier he had no idea life would take such a disastrous turn. If he

had had the slightest inkling but then even if he did have any

premonition he certainly would not have been in a position to turn

around the world for himself or his loved ones. He had stepped on

the rickety staircase leading to his home wearily dragging his tired

form, clutching the packet of Baba's medicines in his hand. His father

must be waiting for him there was no one else in his world besides

that old and ill form who probably counted each second of every

hour silently from the minute he lefttill he returned. "Baba " he had

called crossing the doorway switching on the lights. "Kaisey hain

Baba?" (How are you doing?) he had asked in a loving tone

smoothing the elderly man's wisps of grey kissing him on his

forehead. A tear had escaped his father's eye but he had wiped it

away tenderly "Kyun Baba mainey kaha tha aansu nahin" (Why

Baba I thought we had agreed on no tears) he had whispered

softly adjusting his blanket, checking his catheter and changing the

disposable bag at it's end. "Aap aaram kijiye main khana bana ker

laata huun" ( I'll bring food for you, now you take rest) he had

smiled while Baba had stared at him through hollow eyes watching

his son brave each storm all alone.

Ch 2

The place was bursting to it's seams filled with people

drinking,chatting , laughing. Prachi could see Inder smile

perfunctorily to one of his associates it was the success party of his

London based hotel Shah Emporium, twenty five years and still a

leading name in the business. If anyone were to write an

autobiography on Inder Shah it would've started somewhere on the

lines of 'A suave, flamboyant and shrewd businessman. A

prosperous hotelier with many leading chains to his credit, a

widower with two beautiful daughters'. Ayesha Shah his elder

daughter was 27 married to Neev Shergill partner and major share

holder in Shah Enterprises. Together they had a son Rahul aged

four and were currently residing in New York. Both Ayesha and Neev

were members of the board of directors for Shah Enterprises and

were referred to as the Magnetic Duo for their ability to draw in

bargains that resulted in profitable deals for their company. Then

there was Prachi Shah the unwanted daughter, her mother having

died of cardiac aneurysm while giving birth to her. It was a known

fact that Inder Shah hated his second child, despised her from the

moment she had wailed for the first time announcing her arrival in

the world. She was the one who had snatched Premlata his darling

wife away from him, had it not been for her they would've been a

perfect family his wife and his prized daughter Ayesha.

But Inder's dreams had been brutally snatched from his eyes as his

beloved wife breathed his last on that cold December night. "I

....love ...you Inder" she had managed between frantic gasps and

then her head had rolled to the side her eyes dropping close as she

left for the other realm. "Lata" Inder had whispered feeling life drain

out of his stoned body as well as he stood in the OPD holding his

wife's lifeless hand. "You'r daughter Mr Shah" the doctor had

proferred a bundled yet fragile form to him but Inder had not

waited. Planting a soft kiss on Premlata's dewy forehead he had

walked away not casting a single glance at the unfortunate child

who had lost both her parents in that one instant. The driver had

brought her home from the hospital after Inder had left and had

handed her over to Kaka who had weaned the child and had raised

her till she was four. Inder could simply not bear to see her in the

same space as himself she was a murderer, who had mercilessly

killed his wife. He had her sent to a French boarding school the best

it was said and Prachi had grown into a beautiful young maiden on

foreign soil quite unknown to her father. Over the years Inder had

detached himself from Prachi, it was as if she simply did not exist for

him. When she returned home to spend her vacations he would

arrange trips and keep himself busy with business in order to avoid

meeting her. On the two occassions that Prachi had met her father

during her life span of 25 years was once when she had fallen ill

due to typhoid and secondly when she had decided to opt for a

college besides La Salle. On both the occassions their meetings had

been brief, precise and curt Inder had not even made eye contact

with her it was if she was a disease he would contract if he

ventured too close. And Prachi had longed for him to hug her, fill her

in his arms and soothe her weary heart but Inder had not moved an

inch from the doorway.

"Mujhey La Salle nahin jaana" (I don't wish to go to La Salle) she

had started "Na sunney ki mujhey aadat nahin" (I'm not used to

listening to refusals) Inder had growled. "Per didi bhi to Cambridge

..." (But Ayesha also went to Cambridge) she had tried to protest

"Uss main or tum main farq hai" (There's a difference between you

and her) Inder had reminded her cruelly. "It's either La Salle or you

pack your bags and get out of my house" he had implied harshly

leaving no room for further discussion and twenty minutes later he

had left for the airport. In contrast to Prachi, Ayesha had not only

received Inder's sole attention and love but had also lived her life

on her terms. She was a Cambridge graduate having garnered a

degree in Arts, Literature being her favorite subject she had then

secured admission at Harvard and had finished law. She was

ambitious, outspoken and breath takingly beautiful. She had

appeared on the title of Vogue for three consecutive years winning

the Youngest Businesswoman title much to Inder's delight, she was

his trophy child. While she was still at Harvard she had befriended

Neev; forthright, bright and bubbly Neev Shergill was son to Pranay

and Niharika Shergill business associates of Inder. They owned a

few motels on the Las Vegas strip but nothing compared to Shah

Palace that stood second only to Bellagio in Vegas. The wedding

was a grand affair the only person missing was Inder Shah's non

existant second daughter who had cried bitterly when Inder had

refused to let her be a part of the auspicious occassion. "Papa she's

my sister for God's sake" Ayesha had protested at his

heartlessness. "And she's the reason your mother isn't here to give

you away today" Inder had replied quietly gazing at Premlata's life

size portrait in his study. "Woh shaadi main aayegi to main nahin

aaunga" (If she attends the wedding I won't come) Inder had

stated firmly and Prachi had stayed in her ESCP-EAP European

School of Management a miserable soul confined within her

luxurious dorm room. "You'r Prachi Shah right Inder Shah's

daughter?" a young man had tapped her lightly, he appeared to be

British by his appearance donning an expensive Armani tuxedo. He

swayed a bit before extending his free hand towards Prachi who

had clasped it customarily, he had swiged the amber liquid in his

glass before leaning in on her. "Come lets get out of here you'r

father's party is extremely boring" he had tried to tempt her. "I'm

fine here" Prachi had muttered trying to pull her hand away when

he had tightened his grip on it. "Let go of me" Prachi had hissed but

before she could flee he had pulled her close attempting to kiss her.

Unable to bear his advances Prachi had slapped him hard on his

face, one that had echoed in the honey coloured ballroom causing

everyone to stop and stare

Chp 3

"Baba mujhey to buhut zoron kii bhuk lagi hai.... aaj itni savaarian

mileen keh bas khaaney ka waqt hii nahin mila" (Baba I'm extremely

hungry.. I got so many rides today I didn't get time to grab a bite)

he had smiled mixing the lentil soup with rice making a paste out of

it. Placing downy pillows around the elderfly figure he had propped

him up against them tucking a napkin in the front of his dress he

proceeded to feed his father small portions of the food he had

prepared minutes ago. Mishra ji was an honest and hardworking

man hailing from a penurious background. Having been deprived of

family at a tender age he had struggled to make it right in a harsh

and unforgiving world hoping to change the situation for his

children. But fate had other thoughts in store he had managed to

secure a job as an accountant at a renowned firm and had married

an orphan working with him at the office. Shradha had not only

been a faithful companion but was also his soulmate. Soon after

marraige Mishraji had been blessed with a son a replica of his wife

from his coal black eyes to his amber skin. He was the apple of their

eye those were joyful days spent in carefree bliss. Their happiness

had been increased tenfolds when Sukriti had been born Mishraji

had felt as if his house was indeed heaven on earth. But dreams do

not last long and neither had Mishraji's of having a perfect family, all

was not well once Shradha had contracted tuberculosis. She had

avoided getting it treated terming it as seasonal fever and the

regular cough but one day the situation had worsened she had

coughed blood and then there was no looking back. All that Mishraji

had earned and saved had been sucked up in the extensive

hospital bills leaving a paltry sum for him to get by with for the next

two years. Shradha had died a slow painful death Milind had been

eight then and Sukriti two though still very young he had witnessed

his mother's helplessness first hand. That had been his first

encounter with pain and the loss that had followed. He had though

sealed himself against pity and concern extended generously by

relatives. A maternal aunt had proposed to take Sukriti along with

her and raise her as her own but Milind had rejected the suggestion

outrightly. "Yeh meri behen hai or merey saath raheygi" (She's my

sister and she'll stay with me) he had picked his infant sister in his

arms protectively who had clung on to him like a child to a mother.

That had been a young Milind then fiercely protective of his loved

ones and he was the same even today but sadly the wild streak in

him had been replaced by a constant rage. The sister he had so

lovingly raised as his own had left him soon, he had never

anticipated her departure in that manner. Milind and his father had

worked out a schedule to take care of young Sukriti. Mishraji had

taken up a job in a factory not far from his abode, the sole reason

being the late working hours. His shift would start at eight in the

night and finish at eight in the morning Milind would look after

Sukriti then and when Baba returned he'd leave for school. Over the

years they had formed a mutual understanding, Milind had taken

over a large part of Sukriti's responsibilty as his own mother

would've had she been alive. Her loss had caused Milind to become

shelled he was an introvert with a handful of friends basically young

men from the chawl he resided in. He had finished school and had

secured admission in a college passing with distinction, then he'd

studied business at a university. He had vowed to make his father

proud knowing how hard it had been to provide for them and

educate them in leading institutions at the same time. Life if not

perfect was good enough Milind had started working since an early

age he'd do part time firstly for pocket money and later on to

finance his education. He had decided not to burden his father with

his own academic expenditure as it was Baba had a tough time

saving up for Sukriti's marraige. After her graduation Sukriti had

joined a garment company as receptionist where she had met

Robbie the manager there, both had hit it off the instant they had

set their eyes on each other.

The affair was short lived Sukriti had confided in Milind about her

interest in Robbie who had been level headed about it and had

demanded to meet him. Robbie had turned out to be a decent

person one Milind could trust his sister with. Milind had then

broached the subject infront of his father who saw no qualms in the

union. The wedding was attended by all and sundry Baba had

aquired a hospitable nature and over the years had developed a

pleasant friendship will the residents at the chawl. A year had

passed satisfactorily when Sukriti had been confirmed as pregnant,

her inlaws had wanted the child to be born in Delhi, where Robbie's

family resided. Robbie and Sukriti had opted to stay in Mumbaii as

both of them held well paid jobs here but Robbie's mother had been

adamant on the child being born there. Maybe it was destined that

way, Milind could never understand what had happened that late

October evening. Driving on the national highway on their way to

Delhi Sukriti and Robbie's car had been crushed by a freight trailer.

The trailer's weight was massive and the mangled wreckage was

proof of the intensity of the collission. Robbie had died on the spot

but Sukriti had survived miraculously she had been taken to the

nearest hospital where her premature baby had been born at

seven months. Milind and Baba had reached there to see her

breathe her last entrusting them with her final wish to keep her

daughter safe. What had started off as a momentous journey had

ended on a fatal note. Robbie's family had intervened on the child's

custody implying that since it was their son's blood they should be

granted charge of her. Baba had been crushed with Sukriti's

untimely death and Milind had not wanted to aggravate his sorrow

but he could not forget his promise to his dying sister either. "Yeh

kahin nahin jayegi" (She won't go anywhere) he had held the child

close to him but his iron resolve was greatly weakened when he

received a court notice to battle the challenge legally and he had

accepted it. The case was long the proceedings longer he had

named the child Sameera she was a delightful creature who had

kept his spirits alive. She was the reason Baba had been able to

put a get over Sukriti's demise though not completely it was a

wound only time would heal.

There comes a time in life when darkness etches over every nook

and corner of it a similar moment was experienced by Milind when

he lost the custody battle. He was a pauper now all his savings and

Baba's providend fund had been utilized to pay for the lawyer's

services and the court proceedings. Milind had lost his job as

financial advisor in a prestigious firm due to countless leaves either

to attend the case hearing or to take care of Sameera. Baba was an

old man and age had started showing it's effects on him. God only

knew how he had kept a check on his fury and grief while handing

over Sameera to her grand parents. Baba had though not been

able to cope up with the string of losses and had taken ill, his heart

being fragile he had suffered a stroke. Desperate times call for

desperate measures and Milind had succumbed to the need of the

hour with the amout left over he had managed to purchase a

battered old car in the name of a taxi and had been forced to work

as a taxi driver. He did not mind working at this menial job he had

never been imperious of his academic excellence nor his former

superior job but had always lived life on his terms. The final blow

had come when Baba and he had decided to go meet Sameera one

summer afternoon the drive was long but Baba had not complained

in anticipation of meeting his grand daughter. What awaited them

was though not dreamt by either of them, Robbie's parents native

house was filled with people conveying their condolences. Sameera

had contracted dengue fever and had died three days earlier, Baba

had cast one sad look at Sameera's smiling, garlanded portrait and

had fallen heavily on the floor. He had suffered from a massive

stroke and this time it had left him paralyzed and helpless. Milind

had lost everyone he had cared to love all except his father who

flickered on like a candle amidst a storm. Each night before Milind lay

down to sleep on the mat on the floor he would stare at Baba

sleeping peacefully wondering if he'd be breathing the next day

when he awoke. Having fed his father his dinner he had proceeded

to eat the remaining meagre contents himself washing the dishes

he had swept the kitchen before laying down. He could see the

moon from his open window he wondered why poets wrote such

long encomiums on it when it was scarred and deformed. Maybe

they found something in it he didn't or maybe he just was unable to

understand beauty in it's true sense.... maybe someday he had

thought wearily his eyes drooping close he'd fathom the mystery it

held

Chp 4

Prachi stood next to the massive dining table in her father's private

suite, he stayed at his hotel in London as Prachi occupied the

mansion in Watford. It was exquisite with French furniture a king

size mahogany bed done in luxury sheets. Tastefully and eclectically

decorated with a Victorian style oak table and chairs, hardwood

floors and wool area rugs. Rembrandt was adorned by the walls

and her mother's life size portrait hung over the fireplace. Large

leather work comfort couches were spread beside the open

windows Inder stood near the Victorian tiled fire place where a

bright fire burnt in the grate. Taking a small sip of his scotch wine he

felt her stand motionless behind him looking at the flames leaping

happily eating the wood piled within. "Why did you slap Henry?"

Inder had asked quietly. "Woh mujhey tang ker raha tha Mr Shah"

He was irritating me Mr Shah Prachi had replied meekly it had been

a rule that Prachi address him as Mr Shah and never as Papa which

was Ayesha's custom. He could not hear the association from her

mouth, sometimes Inder as would stare at her from afar his heart

would lurch out to her but he would crush any tiny pang of guilt that

seldom reared it's weak head in his heart. He was not cold hearted

but it had certainly ceased to function the night Lata had died. He

did not wish to shun Prachi but he could not accept her too, each

time he chanced to look at her she would remind him of Lata. Prachi

had inherited the same hazel eyes, velvety jet black tresses and

soft flawless milky skin Premlata had. Even though he tried to block

out the striking resemblance she held to her mother his mind would

be invaded by the moments spent with Premlata and he'd go stark

raving mad at his loss all over again. When Prachi was twelve she

had contracted typhoid she was in Paris then, her headmistress had

called him up informing him that the child's condition was crucial. The

doctor had given her his last word it would be a miracle if she

survived another night. Inder had been gripped with fear, a similar

one he had felt when Lata had been wheeled in the operating unit

that fateful December night.

He had booked a flight to Paris and in the next hour had boarded a

private jet to France. Prachi had not known but when Inder had

seen her lie unconscious in the sick unit of the school he'd been

overcome with remorse. She was his daughter after all had it not

been for him she wouldn't have graced the world in the first place.

"Prachi" he had whispered gently holding her burning body in his

arms but she had not registered anything neither his warm embrace

nor his repentant tears that fell thick on her hair. Till she had

regained consciousness he had stayed by her side kissing her

repeatedly praying for her to make it but the moment she had

opened her eyes he had left. Her eyes..... they spoke just like her

mother's and the happiness they held on seeing him beside her

tore his heart. Asking the matron not to disclose the details of his

visit he had left as abruptly as he had appeared leaving Prachi to

consider it a dream she had dreamt. Before he left he had met her

for a mere five minutes then too he had stood glued near the

doorway not attempting to converse or interact afraid that if he

took a step forward he would crumble to pieces. "Tum jaanti ho

tumhaari wajah sey uskey baap ki kitni bakwaas sunni pari mujhey"

Do you know what rubbish I've had to listen from his father just

because of you this time Inder's voice was a note louder his fingers

tightened round the glass tumbler enraged. "Tumhari shaadi tey

kerdi hai mainey Varun key saath kal woh tumhain dekhney aayega

apney parents key saath tayyar rehna." I've fixed your marraige

with Varun. He'll be coming with his parents tomorrow to meet you

better be ready. Informing her he had gestured her to leave with a

wave of his hand while Prachi stared at his broad back dejectedly.

"Per Papa main to..." But Papa I she had tried to explain when

Inder had turned around to deliver a cold hard glare to her that had

left her blank and clueless. Her fate had been sealed by her father

she should've known the choice to select a life partner would

remain with her father too.

"Kiya bidu aaj kuch kaam nahin hai kiya?" What man you've got no

work tonight? Ali had slapped Milind on the back jovially. It was

nearly ten in the night Milind had just gotten over his

responsibilities towards his helpless father. "Saala saara din ghoom

ker bhi itna paisa nahin banta keh Baba ka ilaaj kerwa sakun....

woh doctor bol raha tha physiotherapy ho to Baba phir sey chal

saktey hain, baat ker saktey hain" I keep roaming on the streets all

day still I'm not ale to put together enough money to get Baba

treated. That doctor was telling me if I paid for Baba's

physiotheraphy he'd be able to move and talk again Milind had

informed him sadly. It pained him to think that his father had been

deprived of speech and use of his limbs altogether. It was not that

he evaded looking after his father but at times the silence got too

much for him to bear. All he ever got as a response to his ramblings

from his father was a deluge of tears that made him wonder if he

should stop conversing with him altogether .. Day in and day out he

followed the same routine he'd leave at six in the morning scouring

the streets for prospective passengers. Somewhere in the

afternoon he'd return home to feed his father and change him not

waiting to eat himself, sometimes he wouldn't have the money to

buy food for two and that would be often. Late at night he'd return

home to cook food clean the house and do the other household

chores his friend Ali was overcome with sympathy for him. Ali and he

had been friends since they were born diaper friends they would

often joke good naturedly, Ali had been the one who had helped

Milind get over his grief. Many a times Milind had sought solace in

his company their favourite fad was to sit outside in the courtyard

staring at the sky trying to count all the stars at a glance and then

they'd have a jolly good time outdoing each other at it. The count

starting from a few to a million and they'd end up laughing like mad

accusing each other of cheating simple pleasures for simple people.

His mother would sometimes cook food for Milind too and Ali would

make him share it forcibly. Tonight too they both sat on one of the

charpoi's placed in the chawl's courtyard feasting on rice and lentil

soup the dessert being the main treat it was kheer a specialty of

Ali's mother. Milind would sometimes request her to make it for him

and she'd save henceforth to make it as a surprise on some

extremely tiring and spent day for him. He had taken his father for

his bimonthly check up that day and the doctor had repeated the

same instructions he'd been giving him since the past six months.

Each time Milind returned from the clinic he'd be equally repentant

and dejected "Main kiya karun Ali chah ker bhi Baba key liye kuch

nahin ker paa raha" What do I do Ali even though I wish to I cannot

do anything for Baba he had sighed miserably. His father had been

his pillar of strength in his time of need and now when he required

his time and support he was unable to provide him with it. "Tuu

tension kyun leta hai yaar kuch na kuch ker leingey" Why are you

taking tension we'll figure something out Ali had tried to console his

broken heart. "Kaisey karunga Ali kaisey?" How Ali how will I do it?

he had placed a weary arm across his eyes to conceal the tears

that would've spilled had he not closed them. They lay silent staring

at the night sky peppered with a million stars blanketing the world

in a never ending sheet of black. "Eik idea aaya hai Milind" I have an

idea Milind Ali had sit up upright as he shook Milind's shoulder

excitedly.

"Kaisa idea?" What idea? Milind had inquired confused at his

sudden assault looking at him as if he'd lost his brain. "Woh Karan

hai na apna..." That Karan he had paused dramatically causing

Milind to glare at him irritatedly. "Haan hai to" What of him he had

retorted "Woh keh raha tha aajkal stations or airports per buhut

kam taxi drivers hotey hain, woh bomb womb phat reyley hain na

iss vaastey. Dekh maut zindagi to Allah key haath main hai itna to

tuu maanta hai" He was telling me there were very less taxi drivers

at train stations and airports because of bomb scares. Life and

death rests with Allah alone you believe in that right and Milind had

averted his gaze. He and the Creator had too many differences to

sort out and he wasn't ready to start doing the math that soon

"Aagey bol" What next he had ordered annoyed at God's mention.

"Yaar woh keh raha tha keh bhaarey per taxi chahiye dekh woh

tereyko passengers deyga tuu usko commission dey dena... dono

ka dhanda saaf. Or tereyko saara din savari dhundna bhi nahin

pareyga bas seedha station jaana or waapis ghar." He was telling

me he requires taxis on commission he could get you passengers

you could give him the commission. You won't have to search the

city for passengers then and would be back home soon.The idea

was appealing atleast at a train station he'd be assured of

passengers ready to board his taxi, instead of searching for

possible travellers. "Hmm" he had mused aloud mulling on the idea

the only problem was the metro was far from his dwelling and the

airport further that meant he wouldn't be able to return during the

afternoon to feed his father his lunch. "Per Ali Baba ko dopeher

main khaana kon khilayega or saara din woh yunhi bister main....

yaar yeh possible nahin" But Ali who is going to feed Baba his lunch

the whole day, he alone in the bed the whole day that's just not

possible he had rejected the idea his father meant more than a few

extra dimes he'd earn at his expense. "Milind tuu shaadi ker ley na

yaar teri tension khatam, bhabhi aa jaayegi to kam az kam Baba kii

chinta to nahin hogi tujhey" Milind get married atleast when you'r

wife comes you'll be freed of your father's worries and Milind had

screeched with laughter doubling over the rough ropes binding the

charpoi. Howling in mirth he gasped "Bhabhi... saaley thobda dekha

hai mera? kon kareygi mujh sey shaadi?" Have you seen my face

who is going to marry me? he had managed wiping away stray

tears that had flowed from his eyes in happiness or sorrow was yet

to be determined by Ali. "Haan aasman sey aayegi na terey liye

larki" Yes you'rs will come straight from the heavens Ali had fumed

"Koi pasand hii nahin aati tereyko to." You don't seem to like any

girl "Shayad aasmaan sey hii aayegi" Maybe she will come from the

skies Milind had smiled watching an Emirates airliner zoom in the

skies high above them sailing over the seas heading to London.

Chp 5

"Maa aap kyun chali gayi...." Mom why did you leave? Prachi had

questioned her mother, her smile frozen in time as she peered at

her helpless daughter through the photo frame."Kyun mujhey akela

chor diya, Papa mujh sey nafrat kertey hain, mujhey aapka qaatil

samajhtey hain, kyun maa kyun?" Why did you leave me alone.

Papa thinks I'm your murderer, he hates me, why mom? she wept in

tribulation. "Kiya merey naseeb main kisi ka pyaar nahin, na aapka

na Papa ka?" Am I not entitled to anyone's love? Neither your's nor

Papa's? she had inquired in anguish as she clutched the frame close

to her heart her warm tears dripping on the pillow absorbed quickly

by the soft cotton wool filling. "Bina puchey Papa ney Varun sey

meri shaadi tey ker dii, yeh bhi nahin socha keh zindagi guzarney ka

mujhey bhi haq hai. Aaj tak Papa ney jo kaha main maanti aayi bina

koi sawaal kiye per main Varun sey shaadi nahin kerna chahti

maa.... aap samjhaiye na Papa ko... please maa please." Papa

never asked me about my consent before arranging my marraige

with Varun, he didn't even consider once that I too have a right on

life. I've always done what Papa has asked me to do till yet but I

cannot marry Varun mom... please explain that to him please. Her

pleas echoed in the spacious bedroom as she wept in consternation

unknown to her kaka had heard each word she had uttered. The

old servant had been more than a caretaker for her, he had raised

her ever since she was a two day old infant. Her tears inflicted his

heart and somewhere deep down he knew he was equally to blame

for her condition. Many a times he had tried to muster enough

courage to confront his master on the step daughterly attitude he

had fostered with Prachi for long but had never found the time or

strength to do so. Words fell short when he would watch Inder

gaze at Premlata's photograph with longing, he understood his

dissidence would only make Inder more miserable something he

had not wanted. But tonight his patience had been tested too far

he simply could not stand there watch the child fret wretchedly

while Inder festered his wounds. Wiping away his tears he had let

Prachi gently close her red rimmed eyes as sleep pervaded her

senses making her enter a peaceful realm. "Main ussey bhej raha

huun bas tum ussey airport leney aa jaana.... or koi raasta nahin

hai. Saahab ussey eik jahannum sey nikaal ker dussrey main bhej

rahey hain yeh sab hota main nahin dekh sakta. Jo kaha hai woh

kero bas haan theek hai" I'm sending her that's it you come to take

her from the airport... there is no other way out. Master wants to

send her from one hell to another and that I cannot see happening.

Do what's been told with that he had replaced the receiver on the

cradle content in a very long time. Tomorrow she would leave he

would make her leave.

"Kiya saahab bola na nahin jayega, malum hai airport kitni duur hai"

What man I told you I can't go do you know how far the airport is

Milind had remarked irritatedly at the young man who seemed to

have made it a point to baord Milind's taxi at all cost. It was late

evening and Milind feared if he drove there at that moment not only

would he have to return late also he would be too tired to complete

any of his household chores. "Please bhai saahab agar strike nahin

hoti to main zarur koi or bandobast ker leta per abhi mera jaana

buhut zaruri hai, mujhey kissi ko pick kerna hai merey ilawa iss

sheher main uss ka koi nahin. Please samajhney kii koshish kijiye."

Please brother if it wouldn't have been a strike I would've found an

alternative but I have to be there now. I have to pick someone

there's no one besides me who knows them in this city. Please try

to understand. Sunil had requested a dubious Milind, if it hadn't

been for his mother's insistence he would never have consented to

look after Prachi Shah in the first place. But now she had given her

word to his maternal uncle in England, he had raised Prachi and did

not wish to see her being married off against her will. The reason

he had arranged for her to leave England for Mumbaii. His sister

resided here with her son a young man of about twenty four who

slaved away at a garment factory to make both ends meet. As it

was he found it difficult to feed his two children wife and mother

who were dependent on him, it bothered him to think that Prachi

was an added burden. Though Kaka had assured his mother that

Prachi was capable enough of looking after herself she just needed

shelter for the time being someone to call her own. As Milind

reluctantly sped on the empty roads to the airport he was filled with

concern for his father hoping to make it in time to feed him his

dinner. Lately Baba had become difficult to manage he would simply

refuse to take meals and it took Milind quite some time to coax him

to eat a few morsels. Milind suspected Baba had ruled out a plan to

starve himself to death and if that was the case Milind certainly was

not going to let that happen. His current chagrin had left Milind

angry and frustrated Baba was his last hope, his motivation to live if

he too gave up on Milind who would he live for. As it was life held no

meaning to him, he lived because he had Baba to look after that

was reason enough for him. He had lost too much to let go of Baba

that easily he simply couldn't lose him now and he wouldn't he had

promised himself.

As Prachi stepped out of the Boeing 777 she was spellbound at the

contrast of surroundings. The thronging terminal reminded her of a

soccer match she once attended at Cardiff's Millenium Stadium back

home. Only then she had had the luxury of returning to the safety

of her room but now she had burnt all ships to stand there on

unknown soil. She had been completely taken aback when Kaka

had thrust her ticket for India in her cold hands that evening. She

had just gotten over the biggest shock of her life and wasn't

prepared for another. Varun it appeared was a spectacular human

being rich, funny, warm caring the kind every woman would want as

her man. The only problem was his love wasn't meant for any

woman his heart was ruled by Alan his homosexual mate and

companion since school years. As he poured out his heart to Prachi

she had stood transfixed trying to absorb all the news in her

muddled brain. Varun was a gay the more devastating part was

that his parents knew about his condition and his love interest yet

they had forced him to go meet Prachi who in their belief was a cure

to his obsession with men. Prachi could not believe the cruel game

fate had played with her, this was yet another blow to her fragile

heart that had shed tears of misery knowing that her father had

already approved of the match. As she sat sobbing in her room

Kaka had entered it in a state of frenzy "Jaldi kero beta waqt buhut

kam hai" Come on child hasten now for time is less he had informed

her in hushed tones. Pulling out her bags he had filled them with

clothes and necessary items required for travel. "Per Kaka main

kahaan jaa rahi huun?" But where am I going Kaka? she had

questioned him surprise evident from her tone. "Meri behen key

paas Mumbaii main, main ney baat ker lii hai sab tayyari ho gayi hai.

Yeh raha tumhara ticket Visa to laga hua hii tha tumharey Papa ney

to tumhain Varun key saath Delhi bhejney ka programme banaya

tha. Per Varun ney inkar ker diya is liye unhon ney tumhain kuch

bataya nahin." To my sister in Mumbaii, I've made all arrangements.

Here's your ticket the visa was already applied your father had

planned to send you to Delhi with Varun. He denied for the trip the

reason he never mentioned it to you. This was too much for Prachi

her father had wished to send her away that too without having

any info on the guy he was sending her with, how could he be so

cold hearted "Papa ney mujh sey pucha hi nahin" Papa never asked

me she had complained heart brokenly. "Tumharey pita ney kab

kisiki sunni hai jo ab suneyngey neechey gaari khari hai tayyar ho

ker aa jao jaldi. Inder saahab party main gaye hain un key aaney

sey pehley tum chali jao." Has your father ever listened to anyone

that he would start doing it now, the car's waiting for you get

dressed and come down quickly. Master has gone to attend a party

you better leave before he returns. Kaka had wanted her far away

from England before Inder would come to meet her and inform her

that he had indeed fixed her wedding in the following month.

Such were the circumstances that had caused Prachi to flee her

haven, her home at Watford to be lost amidst the crowd here at

Mumbaii airport. It was a blessing that she knew hindi the national

language of the country. Kaka had always coversed with her in the

language deeming it necessary for her to learn it. She scoured the

awaiting group of people huddled outside the glass doors Sunil

Sharma she repeated the name for the hundreth time in her mind.

He was Kaka's nephew and had to be here by now holding a pla

card with her name on it. Sighing she roved her eyes again on the

sea of faces outside the terminal gates, yes there he was a sorry

figure wiping sweat off his brow. Smiling for the first time through

out her trip Prachi had wheeled her luggage outside. "Mr Sharma"

she had inquired in her heavily accented english causing quite a few

to turn around and stare at the beauteous maid. She was beautiful

no doubt her long black hair was pinned on either side flowing free

down her back, her face was glowing with innocence her hazel eyes

deep and soulful with curled lashes that fringed them perfectly. Her

lips were full and attractive and right now were parted in an

endearing smile to reveal a set of perfect white teeth. Tucking her

vagrant tresses behind her ear she had searched his countenance

for a positive response and much to her reief he had smiled back at

her. "Prachi Shah" he had confirmed as she nodded her head in

agreement. Milind had gazed at his watch in ire the man had asked

him to wait outside and then drop them home he was ready to pay

the fare for the round trip too. Milind had consented as it meant less

time spent to procure another passenger and he'd be back home in

no time. As his eyes lifted for the umpteenth time towards the

crowd afar he was startled to see Prachi walk gracefully besides

Sunil, for a moment he had forgotten to breath. Her camel hued

skirt swished rhythemically around her ankles as she followed Sunil

casting an apprehensive look at her surroundings every so often.

Her eyes were the most mesmerizing ones he had ever seen

smoothing her champagne shaded blouse she had turned back to

look at the airport one last time wondering where destiny would

take her next.

Chp 6

"Chalein bhaiyya?" Shall we leave brother? Sunil had asked a dazed

Milind who had peeled his eyes off Prachi standing demurely beside

him. He could smell the slight whiff of Cool Water that assaulted his

nose every time the wind carressed her skin. Milind had been about

to load her luggage in the boot of the car when they heard shots

being fired. Prachi had looked around stunned to see masked

gunmen wreak havoc on the people assembled near the terminal

gates, she stood rooted to the spot terror coursing her veins.

Before anything could be said or done one of the gunmen had

approached her and held her captive, "Chal!" Come on he had

ordered gruffly to a petrified Prachi. Sunil had only been too happy

to abscond leaving behind his new guest from England taking to his

heels he fled in the distance. Milind stood shocked to the bone as

the gangster pulled her away with him, she stumbled on her bags

piled near her causing her to fall and graze her cheek. In a split

second Mlind's brain had recovered for the numbing shock it had

received pushing the man away with all his might Milind had held

Prachi by her arm shoving her in the passenger seat. The gunman

had not anticipated such heroism from Milind and was thoroughly

enraged. Groping for his rifle he tried to get up when Milind kicked

him hard in his groin making him howl in pain. In return he had

kicked Milind in his shin pulling him down mauling him in each

possible way. Prachi could not see this happen stepping out of the

car she managed to spot Milind's wrench in the glove compartment.

Taking it out she dealt the gunman a deft blow which though had

not been as painful as anticipated by her. Standing up swiftly he

had slapped her hard which had caused her a cut lip making her fall

on the ground due to the force. Scrambling to his feet Milind plucked

the wrench out of her hand and had swung it hard at his head

knocking the living lights out of him. His friends who had been

wresting off the guards afar had watched his turmoil and now ran

helter skelter to his side, Milind knew he would be in deep trouble if

he remained there any longer. "Gari main betho" Sit in the car he

had instructed a pale Prachi who had done as told occupying the

driving seat he had spun the car around. Tyres screeched as he

sped on the open road, behind them they could hear bullets being

fired possibly at them. Pushing her head down Milind had made

Prachi duck, skillfully maneuvering the car away not untill they had

reached near his chawl had he let her raise her head again.

Prachi sat bemused at the sudden twist of events her head bent

low she replayed the drastic scenes in her mind shuddering at the

very thought of being captured by that ruffian. What if this taxi

driver hadn't helped she would certainly have been transported to

some dismal surrounding totally alien to her with no one knowing

where she had gone. It suddenly occured to her that amidst the

chaos she had left everything back there including her purse which

contained her mobile, her credit cards, Sunil's address everything.

Her mind lost all sense then she was in a foreign country with no

cash on hand and no place to call home. It was nightfall and Milind

was totally consumed by his worries regarding Baba it did not cross

his mind once that he had infact brought the stranger girl home with

him. He had locked his car in the garage leaving a frightened Prachi

stand there contemplating on what to do. As he switched off the

lone bulb shining overhead she had been filled with terror. "Suniye"

Listen she had called out to him it was only then that Milind was

reminded of her existence "Tuu" You he remarked in surprise. "Tuu

gayi nahin abhi tak?" You haven't left yet? he had asked

incredulously watching her stand motionless. "Main kahaan jaun?"

Where should I go? she had questioned him and it had only served

to fuel his anger. "Mujh ko kiya pata kahaan jayegi, jidhar jaana hai

jaa mera peecha to chor" What do I know where you should go, go

whereever you want to go just leave me alone he had snubbed her

crudely. He had turned around to leave when he recalled that she

had yet to pay his fare. "O memsaab nikal sattar rupey bhara diye

bina to jaaney nahin duunga main" O madam hand me 70 rupees

I'm not letting you go without paying me the fare he had stretched

out his palm to retrieve the money. "Paisey to nahin hain, saara

samaan, mera purse sab wahiin reh gaya" I don't have the money

my luggage, my purse everything was left back there she had

answered him with misty eyes. "Aap yeh rakh lein" You can keep

this she had further astounded him by unclasping her diamond

studded necklace and offering it to him. "Mujhey sirf sattar rupey

chahiye, yeh nahin" I just need seventy rupees nothing besides

that he had told her gently this time. Afterall he knew what she was

saying was true in their haste to flee they had infact forgotten all

about her luggage. "Kahaan sey laun?" Where do I get it from? she

had inquired helplessly causing him to retrieve his hand. "Chor dey

nahin chahiyein waisey bhi ghar to main aa hii raha tha" Forget it

besides I was coming home he had murmured walking away to his

house. Once there he was taken up by Baba and his constant

denial to consume any food. Though Milind did his bit and coaxed

the elderly man to have a few morsels for his sake."Kiya ho gaya

hai Baba aapko? Kyun mujhko itna sataney lagey hain..... qismat

ney jo cheen liya kam tha jo ab aap mujh sey khud ko duur kerna

chahtey hain?" What is wrong with you Baba? Why have you

started worrying me so. What destiny has taken away hasn't been

enough that now you want to distance yourself from me? he had

complained bitterly. He had though immediately repented his

outburst when he had witnessed his father shed silent tears.

Wiping them away tenderly he had kissed his forehead with love

"Aap jaantey hain na Baba aapkey bina mera koi wajood nahin, phir

merey liye jeeney kii koshish to kijiye" You know Baba I'm nothing if

not for you, try living for me he had pleaded unhappily and Baba

had closed his wet eyelids in consent. Both father and son had

passed a silent hour together as Milind had massaged his father's

tired limbs with oil wrapping them up carefully he had managed to

put him to sleep.

Finishing his early morning chores he had made Baba have his

breakfast cleaning and dressing him he had hurriedly stuffed his

breakfast before leaving for the garage. As he opened the rusted

doors his eyes fell on a huddled Prachi curled in a ball on the cold

floor, her arms were wound around herself she shivered

uncontrollably her knees tucked in her stomach. Milind was taken

aback she was still here why had she not left surely she must have

someone or someplace to go to.It was only five in the morning the

air was chilly and blew in through the open doors. Prachi had

clamped her jaw tightly to keep her teeth from chattering, she had

not slept for a single moment her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

What would she do now where would she go she felt as if she'd

been punished for deceiving Inder, but marraige to Varun was not

acceptable either. Milind had walked up to her crouching beside her

he called out to her "Sun" Listen he had tried to get her attention.

Prachi had been too immersed in her own world to acknowledge his

presence beside her when she didn't relent Milind was forced to

shake her shoulder. That had done the trick Prachi had shot upright

staring at him with scared eyes his unfamiliar touch had snapped

her back to the stark reality of her surroundings. She sat petrified

clutching her knees to herself "K..k.. kon hai" W.. who's here? she

had stammered unable to identify Milind in the morbid darkness that

was spread in the garage. Watching her practically at her wits end

Milind had stood up and switched on the bulb making her squint her

eyes trying to recognize him and when she had he saw relief flood

her otherwise pale face. "Tuu ghar nahin gayi ab tak?" Why haven't

you gone home yet? he had questioned her sternly what was she

thinking staying there the whole night. "Mera to koi ghar nahin" I

don't have a home she had confessed sadly "Kiya matlab hai woh jo

terey saath tha tera pati tha na" What do you mean the man with

you was he not your husband? he had confirmed walking back to

where she sat. "Nahin main unko nahin jaanti woh to Kaka key

rishteydaar hain, mera ghar to England main hai, per main ab laut

ker wahaan nahin jaa sakti" No I don't know him, he was my uncle's

relative my home is in England but I cannot go back there either she

had confided in him. Quite strangely she had found it perfectly

natural to enlighten him about everything. He stood silent

absorbing the info if she had no home that meant she had nowhere

to go to. Her luggage had been left behind which meant her money

and all the required accessories she was in short his responsibility

now. As if he hadn't his own problems to deal with running a rough

hand through his curls in anguish he had cast a murderous look in

her direction. Damn it he had thought it was tough as it was now he

was responsible for a young maiden he hardly knew. Sighing he had

closed his eyes so much for peace he certainly wasn't getting any

for a long time.

Chp 8

As the man's arms tightened around her slim waist Prachi had

jerked her head in shock she'd never been manhandled to this

extent. Pushing him away Prachi had tried to flee when he had

caught her by her hair digging his fingers in their velvety softness

tugging her back to him. "Choro mujhey" Leave me Prachi screamed

in pain trying her best to extricate herself from his iron grip. "Terey

jaisi chirya roz roz kahaan milti hai" Sparrows like you aren't caught

often the man had leered pulling her close to him, as Prachi started

pummelling him with her fists. His stench filled her nose and she felt

nauseated her head was spinning she certainly would've fallen prey

to the beast who was geared to kiss her next. When she felt a

strong arm pull her away from the nasty scoundrel she would've

screamed, terrified of the assault had she not turned to hit Milind's

broad chest. Raising her face to him she had found him looking at

her, eyes filled with concern which though was soon replaced by

fury. The goon had tried to bring her back to him when Milind had

clutched his out stretched arm letting Prachi go free he had punched

the other man square in the face. Now that Prachi had regained her

senses she saw that the perpetrator was no match for Milind, he

appeared to be some smart Alec trying to make an easy meal out of

her. The man had staggered back falling flat on the ground. Milind

had bent down and held him by the shoulders making him stand up

he again dealt him another powerful blow breaking his nose. The

man howled in pain putting his palm to his nose checking the injury

"Aainda kisi bhi larki ko haath laganey sey pehley yeh dhulai yaad

ker lena." Next time remember this beating before touching another

girl Milind had warned him before kicking him hard in his stomach

causing him to double over in agony. It was a relief in itself that the

bus stand was practically deserted else Milind certainly would have

been in a deep mess for battling that goon in public. He had been

standing on the opposite side of the road when he spotted her

reach the bus stand he had tried to stay aloof when he saw the

man eyeing Prachi hungrily, his blood though had boiled when he

had caught her by her hair making her shriek in pain.

Crossing the road in a flash he was by her side and had saved her

in the nick of time, he had gone at a distance when he realized

Prachi was not following him turning around he saw her stare at his

back dubiously. "Ab kiya invitation dena pareyga tujhey" Do you

need an invitation now? he had hollered. In an instant Prachi's feet

had lifted in his direction he took her to his house the journey being

a silent one, he knew where she would end up if he didn't provide

her with a shelter for the moment. Leading her up the stairs he saw

her tread them with care since they kept shaking under her weight

he ofcourse was used to it but for her it was new. Unlocking the

door he stepped in Prachi followed close even though it hadn't been

said by either but it was understood that till Prachi was able to find

an alternative dwelling she would be residing here. She took in the

surroundings in awe it was a small but peaceful house consisting of

two rooms a small lounge with an adjoining kitchen. In one of the

rooms a frail and aged man lay sleeping quietly on an old fashioned

bed he seemed to be ill the way he was tucked up she had noticed

Milind gaze at him with love. He probably was related to him though

the contrast in appearances greatly altered that belief, she watched

as he silently changed the dispensable waste bag at the end of the

catheter. "Kuch khaya ?" Have you had anything? she had heard

him ask standing near the kitchen and Prachi had shaken her head

in the negative. Washing his hands in the sink he proceeded to ask

"Kuch khana hai?" Do you want to eat? "Aap mujhey bata dijiye

main khud hii coffee bana luungi" You can tell me I'll make the coffee

myself she had tried not to burden him with the added task of

providing her with some eatable. Coffee he had thought in awe it

was a miracle in itself that he was able to get a cup of tea each day.

"Yeh mera ghar hai terey baap ka dhaba nahin jo tujhey coffee

mileygi, agar kuch miley to kha lena" This is my house not you'r

fathers stall that you'll get coffee, if you find anything have it he had

chastised her before sauntering out of the house with strong

determined steps.

Prachi had cast an observant look at her surroundings once again,

the small house was clean except for the other room it seemed he

had been in a hurry that morning. His clothes lay spilling out of the

cupboard as if someone had plundered it she checked the kitchen

out to find a few dry pieces of bread. Taking a glass she filled it with

water and proceeded to dip the bread in it before eating the soggy

contents she certainly was famished after having her meal she

decided to take rest. Walking to the other room she found another

bed a smaller one but it was just right for her laying her tired body

on it she had fallen fast asleep. She didn't know how long she had

been sleeping but awakened to deep shadows, stretching out

languidly she tried to remember where she was. Oh yes she was at

the taxi driver's house she wondered now how in the world did she

end up like this penniless and at the mercy of a stranger. Smoothing

back her hair she walked out to see him busy slicing onions his

hands worked deftly as he finished the task in record time. Sensing

movement behind him he had turned around to see her stand

there, he had returned home to find her curled on Sukriti's bed and

had thought it best to let her be. The empty glass with the bread

crumbs at the bottom indicated she had in fact had something to

eat. Satisfied he had carried on with his chores sweeping the house

clean he had checked on Baba who was very much awake and

demanded his attention. After spending quality time with him he

had returned to make dinner for the three of them. "Washroom

kahaan hai?" Where's the washroom? she had inquired "aagey sey

left" go ahead then left he had answered without turning around,

putting the onions in a pan of hot oil he started frying them. Prachi

had moved forward and had opened the door to find a tiny store

room that certainly did not look like a washroom she stared at it

quizzically. She thought he might've given her the wrong directions

and retreated to him he was surprised to see her return so quick.

"Washroom kahaan hai?" she had inquired timidly that was the last

straw was she deaf Milind had thought glaring at her hard. "Bheja

nahin hai kiya bola na aagey sey left" Don't you have any brains I

said go ahead then left "Per wahaan to store room hai" But there's

a store room there she had pointed in that direction and Milind had

wished he could disappear. Trying his best to maintain his cool he

instructed her to the washroom on the floor outside the house.

Even after his detailed instructions when she didn't budge he was

forced to ask "Ab kiya hua?" Now what happened? "Woh aapkey

paas tooth brush hai? main ney kal sey brush nahin kiya." Do you

have a tooth brush? I haven't brushed since yesterday Though

Milind had been extremely agitated minutes before his anger

dissipated on her innocent query. Lowering the flame he had

vanished in the room producing a towel, soap and a spare tooth

brush with a small tooth paste handing them to her wordlessly. She

had left then feeling fresh after quite a long time she rinsed her face

and brushed her teeth thoroughly loving the cool water against her

soft skin.

On her way back she bumped into Ali who was astounded to see an

angel in the chawl "Aap kon?" Who are you? he had questioned her

in wonder. "Main to Prachi huun" I'm Prachi she had answered back

innocently as she patted her face dry "Aap kon hain?" Who are you?

she had counter questioned him. "Main Ali huun" I'm Ali he had

replied pleased with his new discovery "Pleased to meet you Ali"

she had grinned broadly causing him to stare at her wide eyed her

British accent was the cherry on the cake. "Yaahan kaisey?" How

come you'r here? Ali had inquired walking beside her "main yahaan

rehti huun" I live here she had pointed to Milind's house and Ali's

jaw had dropped open. "Yahaan" Here he confirmed again not

believing his ears. "Haan yahaan, woh yahiin rehtey hain na" Yes

here, he lives here she had paused racking her brains to recall

Milind's name realizing they didn't even know each other's name.

"Woh!" He! Ali had echoed arching his eyebrows what had Milind

been up to and where the hell did he land this beauty from.

"Aliiiii!!!!" he had heard his mother scream his name she had sent

him to buy groceries from the corner shop and here he stood

chatting to her. "Abhi to jaa raha huun waapis aa ker baat kerunga"

I'm leaving now but we'll talk when I return he had waved a casual

hand at her and sprinted down the stairs. She had smiled as he

disappeared down he reminded her of Kevin her best friend back

home, she was overcome with nostalgia. Would her father have

noticed she was missing what would Kaka do if he came to know

Sunil had left her on her own, pondering on these thoughts she had

entered the house again. Milind had finished cooking the food and

now kneaded dough to make chappatis, Prachi stared at him

surprised she thought it was only Ramu kaka who knew how to

make chappatis. Milind had found her gawking at him and had

graced her with a sardonic glare which had caused her to drop her

gaze. Looking around she found a chair near the store room and

had spread the towel on it to dry placing the tooth paste, brush and

towel on a shelf near the chair. She was delighted to spot an

abandoned piano sticking out from under her bed in the room,

pulling it out with childish anticipation she had tested it's keys.

Rolling chappatis expertly Milind's hands froze when he heard the

soft notes flow from the room within, dropping the rolling pin he

walked to the room to find her bent over the piano. "Kis sey puuch

ker chuaa issey?" Who gave you permission to touch this? he had

inquired Prachi had been scared out of her skin to see him stand so

close. She stood up abruptly dropping the piano in haste which

landed on the floor with a resounding thud. "Woh main..." I.. uh she

had tried to explain "Just shut up and dare you touch this again I'll

throw you out of my house" Milind had threatened her. Picking the

instrument up he walked away as quietly as he had come leaving

Prachi stand there thoroughly flustered.

Chp 9

Prachi sat trying to swallow the piece of chappati in her mouth,

putting up a brave front she chomped on it for long. Milind had been

watching her antics for quite some time now. She daintily dipped

another piece of roti in the gravy and pushed it in her mouth

chewing it forever. He had been feeding Baba his rice and soup

casting casual glances at Prachi seated on the mat outside, wiping

Baba's face clean he had made him drink water letting him sit up for

a while. Tears now ran freely down Prachi's face her cheeks flushed

as she tried to push yet another bite of the chappati dripping with

the gravy. As she downed another glass of water after her second

bite he realized she was finding it spicy "angraiz kahin kii" english

woman he had muttered under his breath. Getting up he had put

the plates he carried in the sink before picking up the plate set in

front of her. Prachi watched mutely as he dipped the gravy back in

the pan. From the left over dough he had formed a small ball and

dropped it in the pan covering the lid letting it simmer for ten

minutes. Prachi thought he was still angry at her for touching his

piano and had decided to deprive her of dinner. She had stood up

disappointedly when she heard him growl "Betho" Sit and her feet

had refused to move as she took her seat again. Mystified with his

actions she watched as he spooned some rice in a separate plate

checking on the gravy he found it had become considerably bland

wiping a bit off the spoon he tasted it. It was certainly less spicy the

dough ball had absorbed most of the chilli. Ladling it out he placed

the food on the mat again. "Chawal key saath khao mirchi nahin

lageygi" Eat it with rice it won't be spicy then he had instructed her

before dipping the roti in the gravy placing it in his mouth. Prachi

had smiled causing her dimples to deepen her eyes thanking him

and Milind had felt a tiny wave of happiness flood over his heart. As

she tipped a few spoonfuls of gravy on the rice placing the contents

in her mouth and chewing it satisfactorily he had reverted his gaze

to his own plate. "Kal police station chaleingey terey saaman kii

complaint likhwaaney" We'll go to the police statin tomorrow to get

your complaint resistered for the lost luggage he had informed her

as he continued to eat his dinner. Prachi had offered to wash up but

he had dismissed her services with a nod of his head. He didn't

want to make himself accustomed to such luxuries she would leave

soon and then he'd find his grilling routine a burden. Before Prachi

lay down to sleep that night she had taken her medicines checking

him out as he lay on the mat spread near his father's bed deep in

slumber. He looked so vulnerable then childlike as he snored gently,

sprawled awkwardly on the mat she had turned to leave when she

saw Baba watching her. Tiptoeing to his bed she sat near him

clasping his lifeless hand in her own "Aapkey betey hain yeh?" Is he

your son? she had asked inquisitively. And Baba had batted his

eyelids in consent Prachi had understood the language immediately

she had spent many hours working at a facility for invalids in France.

It was required by each student to spend an allotted number of

hours involved in some social work or the other. Prachi had chosen

to help the crippled children teaching them how to get on with

simple chores in life. Smiling at Baba she had squeezed his hand

lovingly "Achey hain per ghussa buhut kertey hain" He's nice but

gets angry a lot she had confided in him. She was positive she had

seen the old man's eyes light up at that comment. "Ab main chalti

huun " I'll leave now she had whispered conspiratorially "agar jaag

gaye to buhut daanteingey" If he'll wake up he'll scold us saying so

she had placed Baba's hand back on his chest and had left

noiselessly.

Milind had woken to find her still sleeping he had freshened himself

hastening to cook breakfast. Watching his clothes spill out of the

cupboard he had made a mental note to sort out the dirty ones and

wash them that day. Feeding and changing Baba he had left, Prachi

had awoken to see the sun filter in the open windows she felt

hungry but figured she'd have a bath first. She searched the

ransacked cupboard for any feminine clothing but was thoroughly

disappointed on not finding any. Consequently she spotted Milind's

white kurta and dhoti making up her mind to have a bath at any

cost she had left for the washroom. Once there she had scrubbed

herself clean feeling heavenly she'd never gone a day without

showering and today it was her second day with out one. Toweling

her hair dry she had pulled on his kurta which reached below her

knees and had tied the cloth for the dhoti firmly around her knotting

it at the waist. As she stepped out she was greeted with weird

glances from the residents going about their daily chores. Ali's

mother had been the first to spot her "aye beti tum kidhar sey

aayi?" Where did you come from? she had called out to her. "Ji" yes

she had stared at her flustered at her query why did everyone look

at her as if she'd just sprouted horns, terribly embarrassed she had

tried to understand what she meant. "Beta yahaan kidhar rehti ho

pehli baar dekh rahey hain tumko" Where do you live around here

child we're seeing you for the first time the elder woman had

questioned gently this time understanding her confusion. "Woh....

main saath waaley ghar main rehti huun" I live there she had

pointed to Milind's house. A dead silence had prevailed over the

small crowd that had gathered around her assessing her with

curious eyes. "Beta Milind hai ghar per?" Is Milind at home? Ali's

mother had found it necessary to clarify the situation before

suspecting him for any wrong move. She knew Milind inside out and

trusted him, but she feared the rest would not be as

understanding. Milind, Prachi had repeated in her mind so his name

was Milind. "Nahin woh to chaley gaye" No he left earlier she had

replied softly her eyes searching the other woman's countenance

for possible clues. Why was suddenly everyone so interested in her

and the taxi driver, in England no one cared about what happened

in the house next door. Living with friends and relatives was a

common practise and Prachi failed to understand why the other

women now looked at her quizzically whispering to each other in

hushed tones. Brewing up a storm behind her Prachi had returned

to her house, now for the breakfast. She searched the tins and pots

to find a few pieces of toast spread with jam. Checking the kettle

she found it contained some tea heating it she had poured herself a

cup and munching on the toast had joined Baba.

She had spent a long time chatting to Baba filling him in with minor

details about herself, her childhood and appraisal for Milind specially

on how she ended up with him. She had then tucked him in

massaging his hands and had watched him doze off. The house

stood silent except for the ticking of the clock fixed on the lounge

wall. She felt bored and decided to have a walk outside strolling

down the chawl stairs she saw a few children returning from their

school. As they passed her they laughed at her queer attire. Prachi

had not minded that one bit but had in fact smiled up at them it was

quite a relief to see those friendly smiles after being subjected to

continuous smirks and scathing comments from Milind. "Hi" she had

approached them in a friendly gesture and they had replied in

similar fashion it turned out the children were more trusting than

their mothers had been. One of them offered her his tiffin "Kha lo

didi mujhey to pasand nahin" Eat it sister I don't like it he had

coaxed her. Prachi had assented it was past her lunch time and she

was feeling hungry. "Thank you" she had smiled sweetly eating his

aloo paratha it was delicious and Prachi had been offered juice by

another young friend to wash it down with. The children had

promised to return in the evening inviting her to a match of carom

that Sunday which she had readily accepted, for the first time since

her arrival she was actually enjoying herself. Milind had locked his

car to see Prachi laughing at some joke cracked by Arjun Mr Rawal's

son. What he noticed next was enough to make him hit the roof she

was wearing his kurta and dhoti which she had transformed in a

skirt. Walking with slow calculated steps he approached her

"Yahaan kiya ker rahi hai?" What are you doing here? he had

questioned her in a biting tone. The children knew his temper too

well and had taken to their homes "Woh main ghar main bore ho

rahi thi" I was feeling bored at home she had tried to explain. "Bore

ho rahi thi to bahar entertainment kerney aayi thi kiya. Ghar chalo"

You were bored so you thought you'd come here for some

entertainment. Go home he had ordered her. Seeing her standing

there pained at his comments he had held her by her arm dragging

her home. Once there he had pushed her inside "Dimagh kharab hai

tera kiya samjha hai London nahin yeh Mumbaii hai or tera ghar

nahin yeh mera chawl hai. Yahaan dus log rehtey hain, baatein

banatey hain tera kiya hai kal ko terey parivaar waaley tujhey

dhund leingey or tuu chali jayeigi per mujhey to yahaan rehna hai in

logon main. Meri izzat ki vaat kyun laga rahi hai?" Have you lost

your mind this is Mumbaii not London and this is my chawl not your

house. Lots of people live here and they talk about people. You'r

family will be here soon and you'll leave but I have to stay amongst

them. Why are you hell bent on tainting my reputation? His fury was

justified she recalled the bizarre glances the chawl women had

endowed her with on her way back from the washroom.

Nonetheless Prachi was not anticipating such a sound verbal

lashing from him and had lowered her eyes to her hands as she

fidgeted with them aimlessly. Watching her stand there biting her lip

had Milind cursing himself she was afterall a foreigner what would

she know about local customs. He was filled with remorse watching

her lie on the bed silently he wondered whether she had taken her

medicine or not. "Nashta kiya tha?" Did you have breakfast? he had

asked her motionless form as she sat upright "ji" Yes she had

answered avoiding his gaze. "Or dawaii" And your medicines? "ley lii

thi" I took them she had assured him puzzled at his drastic change

in mood. Minutes before he had been giving her a shouting and now

he inquired whether she had taken her medicines or not. "Main

Baba ko khana khila duun phir police station chaleingey" I'll feed

Baba then we'll go to the police station he had informed before

leaving the room.

Chp 10

"Inspector saahab kitna time lageyga?" How much time will it take

Inspector?Milind had asked the man sitting opposite him impatiently

it had been an hour since he had brought Prachi along with him to

get her complaint registered. But now it semed it was a totally

wrong idea the inspector had clearly fallen for Prachi's angelic charm

and sat gawking at her despite Milind's searing gaze. Prachi had

never been the center of such lustful attention and shifted

uncomfortably in her seat, her trepidation was immediately noticed

by Milind. "Will you just write the damned complaint, FIR kaatiye uski

shakal kiya dekh rahey hain write the FIR why are you staring at

her" he had reminded the officer coldly who had felt irritated at his

intrusion. "Dekho mister samaan inka guma hai tumhara nahin iss

liye apni bakwaas band kero or chup chaap betho" Listen mister it's

her luggage that's been lost not yours so keep your mouth shut

turning to Prachi he had addressed her coyly. "Haan to madam ji

kiya kiya guma hai aapka? List bananey main der to lageygi na ji"

Yes madam so what did you have in your luggage? It takes time to

compile the list he had smiled wickedly at her. "I think you should

apologize to him first of all for behaving so rudely" Prachi had

admonished his advances. "Secondly I don't think I need to get a

complaint registered it was nothing special just a few clothes and

I'm sure I can easily replace them. I would've thanked you had you

been of any help but it's quite evident you've only increased my

suffering." The inspector sat stumped while Milind stood stunned he

thought she was mild and gentle but she had proven him quite

wrong she could speak when she chose to. "Can we leave now ?"

she had questioned Milind who had shaken his head in assent and

she had followed him outside. "Kuch ker leingey tuu fiker mat ker"

We'll think of something don't worry Milind had tried to assure her it

was clear she was certainly not prepared for what she had just

witnessed. Since her arrival in India she had not had a moment of

peace and wondered whether her decision to flee was correct in the

first place. "I am sorry" she had replied after a while "kis liye?"

What for? he had questioned puzzled at the sudden apology. "Meri

wajah sey uss inspector ney aapki bayizzati kii" That inspector was

rude to you because of me she had looked at him sadly the truth

sketched clear on her face. "It's ok" he had smiled slightly

somewhere in his heart he had felt happy that she had stood up for

him. "You can call home though atleast you'r family will know you'r

ok" he had suggested. Prachi had stared strangely at him "phone

nahin kerna..." I don't want to call she had whispered quietly how

could she let Inder trace her. She wasn't in a very bad situation at

the moment in time she could find some job and a place to stay on

her own. Milind had been extremely taken aback to see her face

change expressions swiftly, the mention of a phone call had caused

her to go starkly pale. He had found it best to leave it for the

moment he could always approach the subject some other time

though he wondered how long it would actually be before he got

her safely home.

It had only been two days and already Milind had gotten used to

her standing quietly in some corner watching him silently. He

noticed her dress was getting dirty now and had made a mental

note of getting her a new one that evening. The fender needed

immediate attention and he had decided to get it welded that day ,

packing her breakfast he had left for work. The morning had been

uneventful and Milind had managed to make a reasonable amount,

putting away a few notes for her dress he had driven to the

workshop. Standing there watching the welder lower the blue flame

over the steel Milind had glanced at his wrist it was nearly two, time

for Baba's lunch. He hadn't even cooked it forget feeding him he

wondered if Prachi had done the needful, though he had no

expectation from her what so ever. Paying the required amount to

the mechanic he sped home the spectacle there was not appealing

to his eyes at all. Baba lay unattended while the house was empty

otherwise, he checked the kitchen to see if Prachi was there but

she wasn't. What he did notice there was a platter filled with flour

swimming in water the amount of it wasted was enough to make

him seethe. The stove burnt brightly she obviously had thought of

making something out of the paste she had created. Putting it away

he had fixed a quick lunch for his father he had been ready to take

it to him when he heard voices emanating from within. Walking to

the room he found Prachi gently blowing on a spoonful of mashed

rice and potatoes and then held it out to Baba. Patiently allowing

him time to consume the food painstakingly he would've kept

standing there had Ali not patted on his shoulder. "Yeh ley dawa"

Take the medicine he handed him an oitnment "Kis liye?" Why?

Milind had asked confused had Baba been hurt. "Ajeeb aadmi hai

jab bhabhi ko khana banana nahin aata to issey bananey ko kyun

kaha? Woh to acha hua maa sey leney aa gayeen" You'r so strange

honestly if she doesn't know how to cook why did you ask your wife

to cook. It's a good thing she came over to ask from some from my

mom he had quizzed a thorougly intrigued Milind what the hell was

he talking. "Mainey nahin bola tha issey kuch bhi kerney ko" I didn't

ask her to do anything he had clarified completely oblivious of the

fact that Ali had just addressed Prachi as bhabhi. "Raat ko mil phir

tujh sey hisaab kerta huun" Meet me in the evening I'll have a word

then Ali had glowered at him as it was he felt cheated on not being

able to attend Milind's secret wedding.

Prachi had finished feeding Baba his lunch though with great

difficulty she had no clue of Milind being present in the house too.

Having done her bit she wiped his mouth and made him drink water

wincing in pain throughout the exercise. As she exited the room she

was surprised to see Milind stand there watch her closely hands

folded on his chest. Entering the kitchen she found that he had

already made the food Milind had then laid the mat placing the

eatables on it awaiting her. She joined him but did not touch

anything which further piqued his curiousity gazing at her

questioningly. Finding his eyes on her unbearable she had pulled

the plate to her stifling a sob it was only then that he saw the

blisters her hand bore. "Kiya hua?" What happened? he had

inquired extremely anxious to see her hurt, her palm was red and

fissured "Kaisey hua yeh bol bhi" How did this happen tell me he

had inquired again. "Woh aap aaye nahin they to mainey socha

khana bana luun" You hadn't returned so I thought I'd cook

something she had explained her tale of woes. Getting up he had

brought the first aid box and the ointment Ali had brought for her.

"Maa ney kuch nahin sikhaya kiya?" Hasn't your mother taught you

anything? he had questioned her softly blowing on the wounds

plastering them with the ointment. She had not answered him but

her eyes had shed tears of misery how different would it have all

been if her mother were alive, alas that was not the case. He had

immediately regretted saying that and believed she cried because

the oitnment burnt "Bas thori der jaleyga phir theek ho jayega" It'll

sting for a while then it'll be alright he had tried to cajole her. But

her tears did not stop she missed her home terribly uptill now she

had faced all her problems bravely but her mother was her raw

nerve. What further pained her was the thought that the sole

photograph she had of her mother was lost with the luggage. She

had not eaten even a bite but had left to lie on the bed inside once

Milind had bandaged her hand, he hadn't pressed on the issue

either and had tidied up. Before leaving again he had checked in on

her to see her sleeping peacefully her face though clearly depicted

her sorrow tear stained and wet. He couldn't help but watch her

closely he had understood she was pretty but hadn't noticed earlier

that she was mesmerizing a few strands of her tresses blew

carelessly across her cheek. Instinctively Milind's fingers had

tenderly tucked them behind her ear liking the soft sensation of her

skin on his fingertips. She had stirred then and he had retreated

making his mind to get her something that evening to cheer her up.

"Woh waala dikhana" Show me that one Milind had pointed to a

pale green salwar kurta with embroidery in cerulean blue. "Saahab

buhut acha lag raga hai ley jao" Sir it's looking beautiful take it the

salesman had tried to flatter him. "Saala bol to aisey raha hai jaisey

muft main dey deyga mujhey" He's saying as if he's giving it to me

for free Milind had thought paying for it getting it packed he had left

for home. Entering the premises he was surprised to see Prachi

chatter away with Baba and Ali absorbed in an animated

conversation. Milind had seen his father's eyes twinkle in a very

long time. As she smiled her eyes had lit up causing Milind to steal

his gaze away from her face that would never do, she was

supposed to go soon. He couldn't let his heart wander or beat for

her specially when he knew she wasn't going to stick around

forever, besides what could he offer her, practically nothing. He

though could not deny the fact that all evening her face had been

the sole thought on his mind the way her eyes welled up with tears

those plush lups and those dimples when she smiled. Ali had spied

him stand there his eyes distant and had called out to him "Tuu kab

aaya? Aaj teri hii shikayatein ker rahey hain hum Baba sey" When

did you come? We're complaining about you to Baba he had grinned

happily. Prachi had seen Milind amble in and had moved away to

provide him with a seat near his father. Bending slightly Milind had

kissed him on his forehead "Kiya baba tang to nahin kiya na Ali ney

aapko..... waisey bhi jo bhi bola iss ney sab jhoot!" What Baba he's

been bothering you again .. besides whatever he said is all a lie he

had smiled his eyes crinkling at the corners. Prachi had been

touched to see this scene she knew Milind loved his father and took

great pains to look after him what moved her though was his

dedication and pure heart. In her brief conversation with Ali she had

gathered that Milind was a trustworthy and honest man yet his fate

had not been kind to him. They had not delved into details but

Prachi had made up her mind to enlighten herself on his past. Ever

since he had snatched away the piano from her, her mind had been

occupied with his strange behaviour. Moreover his curt and brusque

attitude hurt her at times she wondered if there was any way to

make away with it. Later that night as Prachi longingly eyed the

contents in her plate Milind had fetched her a spoon, he had cooked

the rice extra soft and had mashed them well with the lentils to

form a paste sticking a spoon it it he had held the plate to her. She

had understood and had complied eating with her left hand trying

not to spill anything but failed miserably. Seeing her plight Milind

had taken the spoon from her and had filled it with food offering it

to her.

Prachi had looked up at him "Main khud kha luungi aap kyun takleef

ker rahey hain?" I'll eat it myself why are you taking the pains? she

had questioned him but he had not provided her with any

explanation. Seeing him wait for her patiently she had opened her

mouth and let him feed her she was though genuinely pleased to

find the food considerably palatable he had remembered to use less

chilli. After washing up he had handed her the suit "Kiya hai yeh?"

What is this? Prachi had asked in confusion. Had he found her

luggage but if he had she didn't remember putting anything

wrapped in it. "Khud hii dekh ley" See for yourself Milind had

answered standing against the door watching her intently Prachi

had accepted it and had opened it to find the rather eye catching

fabric. Spreading it out on the bed she stared at it astounded at his

kind gesture "Merey liye?" For me? she had questioned shock visible

in her hazel eyes. "Haan main to pehenta nahin aisey kaprey Ali ney

bhi leney sey inkaar ker diya iss liye tujhey dey raha huun" Yes I

haven't developed a taste for them yet Ali wouldn't wear though I

offered that's why I'm giving them to you he had mocked her

though his voice was very much gentle indicating it to be a joke.

Prachi sat stoned no one had ever brought her a gift throughout

her life she had never celebrated her birthday. The few gifts Ayesha

had sent her were by post she had never had the luxury of actually

unwrapping a gift before someone. It was always done in the

confines of her room how she had longed for someone to share her

happiness then and now when she actually had audience she was

too numbed to react. "Main jaanta huun terey style ya status ka to

nahin per .... khair pasand aaye to pehen lena" I know it's not your

style or type but anyways if you find it appropriate you can wear it

Milind had told her before turning to leave. He had not expected

much appraisal on his act but had hoped atleast her eyes would

give her away her expressions. Which on the contrary depicted

listlessness and he had become quite an expert at reading them by

now. "Kyun laaye?" Why did you bring it? Prachi had whispered

causing him to turn back "kyun laaye merey liye kuch, mat kijiye

mujh sey hamdardi main iss qaabil nahin." Why did you bring it for

me, don't sympathise with me I don't deserve it. She had finished

her sentence in haste facing towards the open window. Even

though he couldn't see her face Milind had realized she was crying

had he hurt her? he pondered, it definitely seemed so. She probably

missed her family and the finery she was accustomed to how could

she accept this inexpensive material. Even though it had cost him

quite a bit Milind had suddenly found it to be the cheapest thing on

earth. He had left wordlessly leaving Prachi to stare at his broad

back in anguish he had not chided or reprimanded her as she

expected of him, rather had left with a heavy heart. Much later

when she had gotten over her initial shock Prachi had donned the

garment it was a perfect fit. She wondered how he had managed to

get the size so right feeling very much happy at heart she had lain

to sleep with a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Part 11

Prachi had awoken to find him busy in the kitchen she had made her

trip to the washroom prompt and had returned by his side to find

him prepare breakfast. As his eyes fell on her he was surprised to

see her wear the dress he had bought though he didn't comment

on the act whatsoever. Prachi had found her behaviour the previous

night rather inappropriate and had considered an apology

necessary. " Yeh buhut acha hai" This is very nice she had started

trying to gauge his mood he obviously wasn't interested "main...

woh... aap" I... uh... you she tried to gather words feeling

remarkably stupid in the process. "Nashta thanda ho gaya to

dobara khud garam kar lena" If the breakfast gets cold heat it

yourself he had simply stated laying it for her on the mat. Watching

her fiddle with the paratha with her bandaged hand he had

proceeded to tear it up in bite size pieces leaving her gaze at him in

gratitude. As she put the cup to her lips she was surprised to find it

was coffee not tea. She would've thanked him had he stayed

around he was rather interested in the mounting pile of dirty

clothes. Sifting through them like a practiced laundry man he

separated the whites from the coloured ones tying them in two

neat bundles he trudged off with them and a bucket downstairs.

Finishing up Prachi had left the utensils in the sink when she heard

a knock on the door it was Arjun "Chalo na didi match shuru ho

jayega" Come on sister the match will start he reminded her.

Checking on Baba she had found him resting informing him of her

impending match she had joined her friends downstairs. Soon she

was caught up in an exciting battle trying to pocket the queen a

pandemonium ensued as she succeeded to do so. Milind had been

washing clothes at the common tap in the courtyard one of his

Sunday routine chores when he heard the children shouting in

elation. He turned around to see Prachi sit in the center try her

hand at the game he was simply taken aback by her childishness.

As he stood gaping at the scene he was interrupted by Ali "Kiya

qismat paayi hai dekh bhabhi to champion nikli nahin... " What a

fate to have a champion as a wife he had mocked a rather confused

Milind.

He looked on either side to see if Ali was addressing someone

besides him but there were only two other women washing their

dirty linen. "Kiya mazaq hai" What rubbish is this Milind had retorted

sharply resuming his work "Saaley eik lagaunga thobdey per

chupkey chupkey shaadi ker lii mujhey bataya tak nahin." I'll smack

you on your face you got married secretly and didn't even inform me

He was obviously hurt by Milind's secrecy on the subject causing

Milind to stare at him as if he had lost his nuts. "Bheja satak gaya

hai kiya, kis sey shaadi kii mainey or kon hai teri bhabhi?" Have you

lost it who did I marry? Who's your sister in law? he had tried to

appear aloof when Ali had smacked him on the shoulder in ire.

"Bhabhi nahin to kon hai yeh memsaab? Kidher sey laaya issko?"

Well if she's not your wife who is she? Where did you bring her

from? he had gestured towards Prachi who now sat waving at them

ginning broadly. Sighing Milind had informed Ali of the entire

catastrophe "Ab tu bata ghar nahin laata to kidher ley jaata, koi or

aisi safe jagah nahin jahaan isko chor aata. Ab jab tak isskey ghar

waaley nahin mil jaatey yeh yahiin raheygi" Now tell me what could

I do if not bring her home? There was no other place to leave her.

Now till her family comes to take her she'll stay here he had further

enlightened Ali on his future plans. "Per Milind log baatein

banaeingey uska kiya?" But Milind people will talk what about that?

Ali had questioned him seriously even though Milind's gestures were

solely for her welfare the problems it would cause him could not be

overlooked. "Apna kab kuch acha hona tha jo ab hoga, jo hoga

dekha jayega main apni badnaami key darr sey issey sadak per to

nahin chor sakta" Well what good was supposed to happen to me

anyways. I can't leave her on the streets just so that my reputation

stays intact rinsing the clothes he had wrung them piling them in

the bucket nearby. While they spread the clothes on the ropes

pegging them Ali and Milind had watched fascinated as a small

crowd of children gathered around Prachi she certainly had a way

with children. Soon they were playing Antakshiri "Didi T sey gao"

Sister sing with T Neha had said excitedly and Prachi's melodious

voice resonated within the otherwise dull chawl.

"Tumse Kahen Ya Hum Na Kahen

Kiske Liye Yeh Aansun Bahen

Kyon Hum Aise Pachtaye, Kaise Gham Hai Chupaye

Tumse Kahen Ya Hum Na Kahen

Tumse Kahen Ya Hum Na Kahen

Kisko Fursat, Koi Kab Sunta Hai

Kyon Humse Har Khushi Kho Gayi

Kis Se Kahen, Kya Hai Ab Kami

Armaan Jaage, To Kya Jaane

Kyon So Gaye Naseeb

Tumse Kahen Ya Hum Na Kahen

Kiske Liye Yeh Aansun Bahen

Roshni To Kho Gayi Hai

Reh Gaye Ab Sirf Saaye

Tumse Kahen Ya Hum Na Kahen"

Both Ali and Prachi along with the children surrounding Prachi sat

motionless enthralled by her enchanting voice mesmerized by the

song. Milind stood gazing at her the strain was mellifluous her voice

filled with melancholy the sad notes depicting her heartache. Had

Prachi not hastily wiped her tears at the end of it they would've all

stood there silent and stoned. Milind's eyes had followed her hurry

up the staircase and disappear in the house he saw her soft pink

feet clamber up and then out of view. Ali had given Milind a quizzical

glance he was absolutely clueless on Prachi's behaviour and Milind

had shrugged his shoulders in response indicating his lack of

knowledge too. Picking up the bucket Milind had ascended the

chawl steps himself when he met Geeta Kaki on the way. Geeta

Kaki was a widow living in the house next to Milind's a generous yet

weather beaten face fringed with silver hair wrapped in a bun and

an ever loving voice complete with a white saree. She had been a

bright young girl who had shifted to the chawl after her marriage

years before but her husband had passed a year after they come to

live there leaving her childless and penniless. She though had not

lost heart and had continued living her life looking after her inlaws

in time her husband's parents had passed away leaving the house

to her. She had spent a lifetime in the chawl and was a revered

figure everyone sought her counsel on all issues be it trivial or

complex she was the heart and soul of the chawl. Even at the age

of sixty five she earned her own bread making poppadums and

selling them to a local vendor such was her courage unwavering

and firm. "Milind beta kaisa hai?" How are you Milind? she had called

out to him adjusting her thick glasses perched on the tip of her

nose peering at him through them. "Theek huun Kaki aap kaisi ho?"

I'm fine how are you? he had counter questioned draping a heavy

hand around her frail figure supporting it. Even though they lived on

the same floor it would be days before Milind found time to meet her

mainly because of his hectic schedules. Milind remembered eating

achar (pickles) from Kaki's kitchen even at a very tender age he had

harboured motherly sentiments for the old lady who had always

reciprocated with equal passion towards the boy. Later she often

helped him in taking care of Sukriti and after her with Sameera

Milind felt indebted to her in every way.

"Beta yeh larki kon hai jo terey ghar main rehti hai?" Son who's the

girl who lives in your house? she had questioned him outrightly Ali's

mother had found it necessary to have a chat with Kaki on this

issue. She could not bear the other chawl women soil Milind's

unblemished reputation he was like a son to her simlar to Ali and so

had discussed the matter with kaaki who had promised to look into

it. "Kaaki woh..." he thought it best to enlighten her on the truth

before the situation became complicated when Ali had joined the

conversation. "Kaaki papad do" Kaaki give me poppadums he had

pulled the elderly figure closer hugging her. "Chal hatt moye jab

dekho papad kii pari rehti hai tujhey" Move away you rascal always

asking for poppadums she had patted his cheek lovingly chiding him

it ofcourse was a farce she could never be angry at them and they

both knew that very well. The fact was Ali loved poppadums and

would often eat several at a time much to Milind's discomfort. "

Kitney thunsey ga saaley, saarey tuu khayega to kaaki becheygi

kiya tera sar?" How many are you going to stuff if you eat all what

is kaaki going to sell your head? he would scold him unhappily.

Sometimes Milind would get her a thing or two unknown to her

though she would ofcourse come to know in time "Cheeni tuu laaya

tha Milind?" Did you get the sugar Milind? she would ask him the

next day. "Konsi cheeni kaki?" What sugar kaaki? he would feign

ignorance "Chal hatt badmaash sab jaanti huun tuu hii laaya tha

na" Come on you naughty fellow I know you had bought it and he

would kiss her hands in veneration. "Jitna ker sakta huun kaaki

kerney kii koshish kerta huun" I try to do as much as I can and she

would plant a loving kiss on his burnished forehead wishing he

would have all the happiness and love in the world.

Winking at Milind Ali had tried to take kaaki away with him to avoid

the subject when Prachi had stepped out of the house "Woh aap

ney merey kaprey kahaan rakhey hain?" Where have you kept my

clothes? she had questioned Milind. "Dho diye mainey" I washed

them he had informed her "aap ney kyun dhoye mujhey keh detey

main khud hii..." why did you wash them you could've told me I

would've her voice trailed off knowing full well what was coming

next. "Sahi sey kha to sakti nahin haath sey, kaprey dhoti kiya iss

sey...." You can't eat properly with your hand you'd have washed

clothes with it he had held her bandaged palm in his own as if

reminding her. Ali and Kaaki had watched amused at the scene

before them rarely was Milind seen in such a way caring and

considerate. The people in the chawl had always found him either

angry or irritated and since the past year quiet and sad. "Per aap

itna kaam to kertey hain" But you do all the work she had looked up

to see him gaze at her keenly. They would've continued with their

ramblings had Ali not cleared his throat to draw attention to himself

kaaki practically hidden behind him. "Ali!" Prachi had smiled pleased

to see him there. "Tum carum khelney kyun nahin aaye malum hai

mainey queen ko pocket ker liya first attempt main. Why didn't you

come to play carum I pocketed the queen in the first attempt It's

the first time I played" she had squealed in happiness. There was a

certain friendly spark in Ali's eyes that had allowed her to share her

elation with him immediately. Kaaki had come forward to inspect her

then running her knotted fingers across her cheek she blessed her.

"Buhut khubsurat ho bitiya naam kiya hai tumhara?" You'r very

beautiful child what's your name? she had smiled kindly at Prachi

who had immediately withdrawn and hid behind Milind's broad

frame looking at her with frightened eyes. Milind had gently held her

by the arm "Dar kyun rahi ho kaaki hain, yahiin paas main rehti hain,

buhut achi hain" Don't be afriad she's my aunt, lives next door she's

very sweet Milind had coaxed her trying to make her stand infront of

kaaki. Prachi had thought she was Ali's mother and had immediately

regretted her excited disclosure of victory to him. " P.. Prachi... hello

aunty, pleased to meet you" she had held out her right hand to

shake Kaaki's not forgetting her mannerisms which had made both

Milind and Ali smile in mirth. Hmm Prachi Milind had mused the name

suited her she was as divine as the early rays of the morning sun.

"Prachi paer chuu inkey or ashirwaad lo" Prachi touch her feet and

get her blessings Milind had instructed her. "Kaisey?" How? Prachi

had looked up at him in confusion and he had softly taken her hand

guiding her as he bent with her in tow and they had both touched

kaaki's feet. "Bas bas betiyaan galey milti hain paer nahin

chuuteen" It's alright daughters embrace mothers instead of

touching their feet kaaki had immediately enveloped her in a loving

embrace carressing her silken hair. "Per main to aapki beti nahin

phir bhi aap mujhey pyaar ker rahi hain?" But I am not your

daughter still you love me Prachi had stared at her in perplexion she

had thought only relatives and friends loved each other. Kaaki had

simply smiled kissing a puzzled Prachi on her forehead "Beta

kahaan kii rehney waali ho? Maa baap kaun hain? Or merey iss

pagley key saath kaisey bandh gaya naata?" Child where are you

from? Who are your parents? How did you meet my son kaaki had

questioned in loving tones hobbling towards her own house.

"Jii ... woh... mumma to merey janam per hii chali gayeen thiin

bhagwaan key paas, Papa key hotels hain London or Las Vegas

main woh business main busy rehtey hain is liye zyaada baat nahin

ho paati. Didi America main hain apney pati or betey key saath....

bas ghar main kaaka hotey hain merey saath" Mom died when I

was born, dad has hotels in London and Vegas so is busy in

business. We don't get to talk much, my sister lives in America with

her husband and son. I stay with kaaka at home she had simply

stated the facts but the narration had made the other three realize

hers was a loveless and lonely life. Stepping in her house kaaki had

offered them all a seat gesturing towards the small wicker stools in

the corner of the otherwise bare lounge."Or Milind sey kaisey mili?"

How did you meet Milind? kaaki had come to the main issue "Inhon

ney to mujhey bachaya tha... yeh nahin hotey to main." He saved

me, if he hadn't been there I would've... Prachi could not continue

further her heart wept at the series of events that had made her

land here in the first place. Kaaki was immediately remorseful for

bringing up the subject watching Prachi's tears roll down her cheeks

she had made her sit next to her wiping away her tears lovingly.

"Bas ab to mil gaya na tujhey ghar or sahara phir rona kaisa or tuu

fiker kyun kerti hai teri maa nahin to kiya hua main huun na, aaj sey

tuu meri beti hai samjhi. Khabardar jo ab kaha teri maa nahin,

jaisey Milind mera beta hai waisey hii tuu meri beti hai " Don't cry

you've found a house and support then why are you sad. From

today you'r my daughter don't ever say that you'r motherless again.

As Milind is my son you are my daughter and Prachi had buried her

face in her lap letting her tears flow free. She had never had any

woman speak to her in such loving tones before and was

spellbound at the unconditional affection she had received from the

old lady. Milind had been worried to see her cry though he didn't

say much yet his anxiety was evident in the way he kept raking his

hand through his curls. Ali too was not prepared for Prachi's

emotional breakdown and had been saddened to hear of her earlier

life. Kaaki had gently combed Prachi's long tresses as she sat on

the floor her head nestled in the folds of kaaki's starched white

saree. Kaaki had considered it best to let her be that way for a

while the girl had never known maternal love it was but natural of

her to crave it. She had silently motioned Milind to leave

gesticulating to him that she would send her soon. Milind had

noiselessly left with Ali "Yaar iskey ghar main to koi nahin jo isko

miss kareyga matlab itni jaldi nahin jaaney waali yeh" There's no

one in her family who'd miss her she's not going to go away that

soon Ali had said as soon as they were out of earshot. Walking

towards his own home Milind had turned around to look at her

again seated comfortably on the floor in Kaaki's house. "Jab tak iska

dil chaheyga yeh yahiin raheygi, main issey jaaney ko nahin

kahunga" She can stay here as long as she likes I'm not going to

ask her to leave Milind had said with a steely resolve "duniya jaaye

teil leney." the world can go to hell.

Chp 12

Kaaki had helped soothe Prachi's weary heart to a large extent she

filled her up on all the residents in the chawl and how they lived

together as one large but loving family. "Kaaki aapsey kuch

puuchun bura to nahin maaneingi?" If you ask you something will

you mind? Prachi had inquired "Kyun bura maanungi chanda... puch

na." Why would I mind darling... ask Kaaki had taken the sugar

Prachi held out to her adding it to the semolina cooking on the

stove since she suffered from joint pain her stoves were fixed on

the floor . They both sat huddled in kaaki's small kitchen preparing

carrot halwa kaaki had told her earlier how much Milind loved kheer

and carrot halwa and kept requesting her to make it for him. " Milind

itna ghussa kyun kertey hain?" Why does Milind get so angry?

Prachi had questioned slowly he still was a mystery for her and

quite strangely she had wanted to unravel it first hand. Kaaki had

breathed a heavy sigh "Woh bechara bhi kiya karey apna dukh

ghussey main chupata hai samajhta hai hum jaantey nahin" What

else can he do poor soul keeps masking his pain behind the anger

thinks we don't see through him kaaki had murmured

sympathetically fanning Prachi's curiosity. "Milind dukhi hain...kyun?"

Why is Milind unhappy? Prachi had interrogated kaaki further as a

result kaaki had narrated Milind's biography to her from start to

finish. Prachi sat stunned the man had lost so much yet remained so

courageous taking each misery in his stride not once complaining or

fretting over fate's cruelty. She had thought she alone had lead a

painful life but hers had been much better compared to him. Atleast

she had never been subjected to the world's austere atrocities

before she landed in India. Inder had never shunned from his

responsibilites towards her he'd provided her with the best of

education in the most prestigious institutions. She had pursued all

her hobbies with ease she was an excellent ballet dancer, had

undertaken many classes to nurture her passion for art mainly

painting and learnt to play the piano and cello at a young age. All

those expenses had been borne by Inder without so much as a

question to her she would inform the matron on her choice of

activity and Inder would have it arranged in the blink of an eye.

True she had been lonely but never a castaway when she had come

to learn of Sukriti's demise followed by her daughter's she had been

overcome with empathy for Milind. She could well understand his

suffering having lost a mother herself she knew the vacuum their

absence must've created in his life which had made him become this

way harsh and critical of everyone and everything around him.

"Kaisa bana hai ?" How does it taste? Kaaki had questioned her

making her taste the halwa "It's wonderful kaaki, tabhi to Milind ko

itna pasand hai." That's the reason Milind loves it so much She had

smiled in joy the dessert and heart to heart talk with kaaki had

certainly lifted her spirits.

"Chal ab Milind key liye ley jaa or haan ussey kehna raat ko merey

paas aaye mujhey kaam hai uss sey" Now take it for him and tell

him I've got some matter to discuss so he better come to me in the

evening she had instructed Prachi before scooping a large portion of

the dessert in a separate bowl. Prachi had picked up the covered

bowl and had returned home to find Milind busy darning his clothes.

"Aap ney khana kha liya?" Have you had lunch? Prachi had asked

him still clutching the hot bowl "nahin, intizaar ker raha tha kab teri

peace conference khatam hogi kaaki key saath" no was waiting for

your peace conference to end with kaaki he had joked. He had

realized she had a tender heart and his harsh words often hurt her,

many a times he had seen her eyes cloud at his scathing remarks.

Prachi had smiled " Good now you can have the halwa too" Milind

had suppressed a smile at her excitement Prachi often shifted

between hindi and english. Since she found english preferably

easier she would lapse in it conversing without knowledge of the

change in language. Milind had spread the mat and laid the

contents to Prachi's surprise there were no lentils there instead he

had cooked vegetable biryani she was elated. She loved biryani

kaka would often make it for her back home "Biryani!!" she had

squealed in happiness. She had tried to eat it at once but the rice

kept dropping off from her spoon disappointed she had replaced the

spoon in the plate again afraid that he might get irritated seeing

the food being wasted. Milind had been watching her mutely

carrying on with his lunch thoroughly enjoying her plight, Prachi had

lifted her eyes to him hopefully but seeing him engrossed with his

own food she had thought it best not to disturb him. She sat quietly

fiddling with the rice "achi nahin bani?" isn't it fit to eat? Milind had

inquired. "Buhut achi hai" it's very nice Prachi had replied which was

the truth it was a mouth watering cuisine. "To phir kha kyun nahin

rahi?" Then why aren't you eating it? Milind had questioned further

donning a serious expression. "Woh... saara to gir gaya" It fell...

most of it Prachi had answered wistfully pointing to the mess she

had earlier created. Milind had lifted the spoon to her lips and she

had opened her mouth hesitantly "Per aap khana" But you also she

had reminded him that he too was supposed to eat. He had

remained silent but his eyes indicated his will and she had eaten

the food meekly though her mind kept flitting to his behaviour. He

was soft and gentle in a moment and would be equally distant and

cold in the other. She did not know what to make out of it and

thought it best to leave it for the time being.

Later as she sat looking out of her window Prachi had heard him

behind her "haath dikhao" show me your hand he had instructed

her and she had immediately held out her burnt palm to him. After

inspecting it for any possible infection Milind had changed the

bandage "Eik do din main theek ho jayega" it'll be fine in a day or

two he had told her replacing the ointment in the first aid kit.

"Tujhey uss Sunil key baarey main kuch pata hai matlab woh

kahaan rehta hai, kiya kerta hai?" Do you know anything about

Sunil, where does he live? what does he do? Milind had broached

the subject casually he had felt her muscles tense her hand still in

his own. "Nahin to.... aap kyun puuch rahey hain?" No... why do you

ask? Prachi's heart had started hammering in her chest did he wish

to contact Sunil and in turn her father. "Dekh tuu yahaan hai mujhey

iss sey koi problem nahin per terey ghar waalon ko bhi to terey

baarey main batana pareyga na" You'r here that's ok with me but

your family needs to know you'r safe and sound he had tried to

reason with her. "Jii" Yes Prachi had understood his dilemma she

could not stay at his house forever she should call home like it or

not she was supposed to inform kaka atleast of her safe arrival in

Mumbaii. Sensing her pondering on the issue Milind had further

explained "Tuu jab kaheygi terey ghar phone kerney chaleingey...

theek hai?" We'll call them when you say so and Prachi had simply

nodded her head in consent. The rest of the afternoon had passed

slowly Milind had taken his time off to attend to his father he had

thought of giving him a bath that day and since it was a difficult task

he had been putting it off till his holiday. Wheeling Baba out to the

washroom he had bathed him carefully toweling him dry he had

made him wear his clothes and had finally taken him out in the

verandah letting him catch the sun. That evening Milind had asked

Ali to keep an eye on Baba as he escorted Prachi out to the taxi he

actually wanted her to talk to her father soon there was a weight

on his heart and he wished it lifted. Stopping at an STD Milind had

accompanied her to the booth Prachi had dialled her number at the

Watford mansion. She had let the phone ring patiently but even

after ten minutes when no one picked up she had panicked. "Kaka

phone kyun nahin utha rahey?" Why isn't kaka picking up the

phone? she had muttered dialling the number again when she had

heard someone speak in the mouthpiece. "Hello Shah residence

may I help you?" it was Colin the housekeeper. "Colin where's

Kaka?" Prachi had asked in relief "Ma'am he left for the States with

your father" Colin had informed her. "Have they gone to Didi's

place?" she had questioned again "I have simply no clue madam"

he had answered politely. Prachi had not provided him with any

information on herself rather had cut the call. "Kiya hua ?" What

happened? Milind had asked "Papa or Kaka to America chaley gaye"

Papa and kaka have left for America she had informed him

worriedly. Milind had looked at the man sitting there the bill he

summed up wasn't much she'd only talked half a minute.

They could afford another long distance call "teri behen ko phone

ker ley phir" Call your sister then he had suggested nodding her

head Prachi had called up Ayesha in Vegas. Surprisingly there too

the phone had been received by the butler who had informed of

Ayesha leaving for Milan with her father that very morning. "Do you

know when they'll be back?" she had queried "Well she did tell me

she would be returning in around five months." "Five months!"

Prachi had repeated astounded "Well anyways if she does call

again tell her I called" instructing the butler Prachi had replaced the

receiver on the cradle. Milind had not probed her this time. He knew

her family wasn't home wouldn't be back either for the next five

months and unknowingly his heart had soared he suddenly felt free

like a lark in spring. Paying the required amount he had walked

ahead of her waiting for her in the car. Prachi had joined him soon

after "Papa, didi or jiju key saath Milan gaye hain unhain wahaan

eik hotel ki renovation ka contract mila hai. Ho sakta hai Papa ussey

khareed lein is liye didi ko saath ley gaye hain. She's good with this

cracking deals and all, woh paanch mahiney baad aayeingey shayad

zyaada waqt lag jaaye. Tab tak to aap mujhey apney ghar main

nahin rakh saktey, phir aap mujhey kisi orphanage main chor dein I

don't want to be a burden on you." Papa has gone to Milan with my

sister and her husband. He's got a contract for a hotel renovation

there he may buy it. The reason he's taken Ayesha ith him she's

good at cracking deals. They'll return after five months you can't

keep me in your house till. You can leave me at some orphanade I

don't want to be a burden on you. Though she had been talking to

him her eyes were fixed on her hands her fingers intertwined she

twisted them mercilessly. She had told him to drop her at an

orphanage but a part of her felt safe when he was around him. She

vividly recalled the two incidents on which she had been mauled

and wondered if he would leave her on her own. She was afraid her

heart thumped at break neck speed inside her rib cage what if he

did leave her like he had in the hospital where would she go

without a penny on her. Her hands shivered and she had clasped

them more tightly to avoid showing her fright to him. He wasn't the

one who had asked her to flee Watford in the first place why should

be responsible for her anyways. She avoided looking at him hoping

against hopes he'd tell her she could stay with him but that didn't

happen Milind sped the car towards an unknown destination.

Milind had finally stopped the car infront of the beach it was

crowded but not much since the weather was chilly not many

people had ventured out near the cold water that evening. Prachi

could see the sun tint the water orangish red as if bleeding away

into the horizon. Leaving her still musing extremely flabbergasted

he had gone to fetch her rubber slippers available from a nearby

shop. "Yeh pehen ley terey juutey to mitti main kharab ho

jayeingey" Wear them your shoes will get dirty in the mud he had

told her returning to her holding them. She had stared at him for a

few minutes trying to understand him it seemed that he hardly

cared for what she had said earlier nonetheless she slipped her soft

feet in the slippers and stepped out. Milind had lead her down the

steps onto the wet sands and she had followed him meekly she'd

been on beaches far better than the one they had come to but

never had she been so subdued by the atmosphere. They weaved

their way through the thronging mass Milind had never felt happier

it seemed as if a part of him had come alive. He turned around to

see her follow him absorbing the scenario afore her, their eyes had

met and she had tried to smile she was still dubious regarding his

actions.They passed various stalls selling different eatables when

Milind had decided to make the trip memorable for her. He stood

motionless watching her look at the waves "Pani puri khaayi hai

kabhi?" Have you ever eaten pani puri? Milind had asked her "Woh

kiya hota hai?" What is that?Prachi had counter questioned and he

had walked towards a specific stall with her in tow. As the vendor

handed the spaceship shaped puri filled with water Milind had

opened his mouth and popped it in Prachi gazed speechless as he

wiped his mouth carelessly. "Next one's your's" he had told her

taking another one from the vendor Prachi's eyes had widened

when Milind had extended it towards her she tried to pick it up

without spilling the water out. Milind looked at her handle the puri

daintily "Agley saal tak khayegi" She'll eat it next year he had

thought before picking it up fearing it would go soggy "Mun kholo"

he told her. "What?" she questioned "Open your mouth" Milind had

repeated again and when she did he had placed the puri in it. He

watched as Prachi gulped the water and sputtered as it caught her

throat. She had placed both her hands on her ears it was way too

spicy for her "Itni mirchi" It's spicy she had complained.

"Bina mirch key kiya maza hai rukhey pheekey khaaney to tuu roz

khaati hai na aaj yeh try ker ley What's life without spice you eat

bland food every day try this for a change , even Mexican food is

chilli haven't you ever had any?" he had smiled at her. "Yeah only

nachos" she had replied laughing "Want another one?" he had

tempted her and Prachi had consented. She had liked the tangy

flavour of the pani puri and before they knew it Prachi had eaten 20

of them. Her face was tomato red her eyes watery but she had

loved every minute of it seeing her that way Milind had paid for

them and had led her to another stall. "Yeh bhi spicy hai?" Is this

spicy too? Prachi had asked wiping away her tears with her dupatta

"Nahin" No Milind had smiled ordering two ice cones. The vendor

had handed them two glasses with wooden sticks thrust in the

middle. "Yeh kiya hai?" What is this? Prachi had asked "Issey gola

kehtey hain try it acha lageyga" It's called a snow cone try it you'll

like it Prachi watched as Milind pulled out his gola from the glass

and sucked at the tip the sweet flavours infusing in his mouth and

followed suit. "This is so cold and nice" she had chirped her tongue

finally had some relief she sucked on it hard making Milind's heart

overflow with happiness. Watching her smile made him peaceful he

had noticed her anguish in the car knowing full well what she

feared. He very much intended to let her stay in his house till the

five months were over and she could call her father again. After

finishing their ices they had strolled on the beach watching the

waves beat on the sands tirelessly "Aap yahaan aksar aatey hain?"

You come here often she had asked him. "Nahin" No he had replied

honestly "Pehley aata tha Sameera key saath phir Baba beemar ho

gaye is liye aana chor diya" I used to earlier with Sameera but then

Baba got sick and I stopped his tone was plain yet Prachi knew his

heart must have wept remembering his neice. She didn't probe him

further rather enjoyed the fresh sea breeze as it blew gently letting

it envelop her soothe her soul. She had closed her eyes serenity

etched on her face tomorrow was another day but she had certainly

wanted to live today. As they sped on the streets home bound

Milind had watched her sit next to him happy and content "Terey

Papa jitney din bahar hain tuu merey saath raheygi, koi orphanage

main nahin chorunga main tujhko and now we'll have no talk of it"

As long as your dad's away you'll stay with me, I'm not leaving you

at any orphanage and now we'll have no talk of it he had informed

her. The finality his voice bore indicated an end to the topic and

Prachi had felt extremely light hearted as if a mountain had been

removed from her shoulders.

Chp 13

"Thank you" she had said softly dangling her pumps in her hands as

they ascended the chawl steps. "Kis liye?" For what? Milind had

inquired though he knew what for "for everything" she had smiled

sweetly at him before they reached the doorstep together. "Kidher

they tum dono?" Where were you both? "phone kerney main teen

ghantey saalon mujhko akela chor key dono ghayab ho gaye" It

took three hours for you guys to make one phone call. Left me all

alone.Ali had flown at them enraged making them both laugh aloud

he was a picture of dejection. "Saaley thori der beth kiya gaya

pareshani honey lagi tereyko" Hey you just sat for a few hours and

you'r getting mad Milind had chided him playfully. Prachi though had

promised to play a game of carum with him after dinner and that

had helped him get over his grief a bit. As Milind checked on Baba

Prachi watched him kiss his father's forehead with love smoothing

his blanket making him comfortable he certainly posessed a golden

heart. She suddenly remembered kaaki had asked her to tell him

she needed to have a word with him, "Suniye" Listen she had called

to him as he pulled out his kurta from the cupboard. Turning around

he saw her stand there "Woh kaaki ney kaha tha unko aap sey

baat kerni thi, raat main" Kaaki said she needed to have a word

with you "hmm " he had mused now what would kaaki have to

discuss with him at this hour. Milind had left to the washroom

changing his clothes he splashed water on his face washing his

muddy feet and had then trudged to kaaki's house. "Kaaki" he had

called aloud rapping on her door and she had looked up pushing

her glasses up her nose. She was busy sealing poppadoms in

plastic bags bringing the ends together gently making them touch

the flame till the plastic seared and crumpled black joining the two

ends. "Kiya kaaki bas ho gaya na abhi" Kaaki that's enough Milind

had told her sitting cross legged on the floor beside her he grabbed

a bag himself joining her in the task. "Tuu rehney dey beta" Let it

be son she had tried to take it away "Nahin, abhi main kerunga.

Prachi bol rahi thi kaam tha mujh sey?" No I'll do it, Prachi said you

wished to talk he had raised his eyes to her questioningly. Kaaki

had leaned against the wall relaxing her tensed muscles relieved at

his offer "Haan baat to kerni thi. Dekh beta qissa kiya hai Prachi ka,

main jaanti huun bhaley ghar ki chokri hai per yun terey ghar main

raheygi to logon kii nazar or unglian tum dono per utheingi main

nahin chahti aisa ho." What's the story of Prachi I know she belongs

to a good family but if she stays at your place like this people will

start talking. I don't want that to happen. She had run her fingers

through his curls with love he knew she meant the best for him and

had updated her on all that had happened since he had met her at

the airport.

"Ab bata kaaki main kiya kerta aisey to nahin chor sakta tuu to

jaanti hai yahaan log bas eik mouqey key intizaar main hotey hain.

Saari umer dil per bojh rakhney sey behter tha main issey apney

saath rakh luun" Now you tell me kaaki what was I to do ppl here

are ready to grab at any opportunity. It was better I bring her with

me than keep a burdened heart forever his hands working deftly

with the bags. " Phir jo log kaheingey uska kiya kal hi Nadra puch

rahi thi isskey baarey main ab kiya jawab duun main bhala ussey."

And what about the stories ppl will spin just yesterday Nadra was

asking me regarding her now what am I supposed to tell people

Kaaki had informed him concerned over the matter it wasn't as easy

as Milind thought it would be. If infact the chawl residents

considered him involved in fornication or any such outrageous

activity he would have a hard time living there. Such an assumption

could lead to a social boycott and Milind certainly could not afford

that keeping his father's ill health in view. Milind had not given the

matter much thought he'd decided to deal with it when the time

came but Kaaki's experienced eyes could gauge the onset of a

storm. "Chal tuu in sab sey yeh keh dena teri patni hai yeh" Tell

them she's your wife she had advised him and Milind had lost his

balance over the flame resulting in a burnt thumb he sat sucking it

staring at kaaki wide eyed. "Kiya keh rahi hai kaaki tuu jaanti hai

jhuut nahin bolta main phir yeh to itna bara dhoka hoga" What are

you saying Kaaki this a lie and you know i don't lie he had nursed

his thumb clarifying his stand. "Jo jhoot kisi ki bhalai key liye bola

jaaye woh sach sey barh ker hota hai ab mujh main to itni jaan rahi

nahin keh jawaan jahaan larki ko sanbhaluun tujh per mujhey

bharosa hai. Waqt aaney per keh deina uska yahaan dil nahin laga

iss liye chali gai baap key ghar.... tuu bhi kush woh bhi sukhi...

maanley meri baat beta" A lie that is said for someone's betterment

is far better than a truth. I'm not capable enough of looking after a

young girl but i trust you with her. When the time comes tell people

she didn't like it here and returned to her father's house. she had

coaxed him watching his face cloud with apprehension. "Per

kaaki".... But kaaki he had started to reason when she had held up

her palm to him "Ya to yeh jhoot bol ya phir chor aa issey

anathashram" Either this lie or you send her to an orphanage and

Milind had surrendered. He couldn't let her leave atleast not till he

knew she would be in safe hands. Piling the packed contents in a

big jute bag he had helped kaaki place it near the kitchen ready to

be sold the next day.

As he entered the house he was surprised to see Prachi waiting for

him with the food ready on the mat. She had lifted her eyes to him

hoping he would join her she really was very hungry and had not

eaten despite Ali's insistence. They though had played various

games he was an expert at X's and O's and Prachi had quite fun

trying to break his winning record. Milind had checked on baba who

was sleeping peacefully "Baba so gaye, bina khana khaye?" Baba

slept without eating he had mused aloud. "Khana to mainey khila

diya tha" But I have fed him Prachi had told him and he had gazed

at her in admiration. It had been just a few days and she had

started feeling as his one of own. He had then joined her for dinner

half way through he realized she had heated the food on her own.

"Khana garam kyun kiya haath jal jaata to" Why did you heat the

food you could've burnt your hand he had asked her "nahin ab

mujhey aa gaya hai" I know how to get about it now she had

smiled assuring him. That night as Prachi lay on her bed her eyes

rested on a picture of Milind an old photo frame probably lost and

forgotton peeped from the one of the half open drawers of the

table. She stood up gingerly extracting the photo frame she swiped

away a layer of dust off it. Milind looked happy in it atleast his eyes

did. He held an infant in his arms she was a beautiful baby with

chubby cheeks and bright shining eyes just like her uncle's. Maybe

that was Sameera she had thought tracing the child's delicate

contours in the picture no wonder the picture was stashed away. As

is often said out of sight out of mind though Prachi wondered if the

saying actually fit the bill. She cast an observant look at her

surroundings the room though clean left much to be done. The

atmosphere was dark the place crowded all that he posessed was

stuffed in it his cupboard too was a mess she understood he did not

have time on his hands. She realized she was practically free for the

next five months and it wouldn't hurt if she repaid his kindness by

helping him out with his chores besides she felt very much bored

not having to do any work.

Making up her mind to do exactly as planned she had replaced the

frame from where she had taken it and had retired to bed. Milind

too had been awake laying down quietly he had stared at the moon

from his open window quite interestingly it didn't appear deformed

or hideous to him tonight. Rather it glowed like a huge milky blob

with an effervescent bright light surrounding it, why did he feel so

different lately. He pondered on the issue it was not that he had

done anything extra ordinary it was the same life, the same

surroundings, the same complexities yet he felt like a new man.

Could it be that Prachi's arrival had caused him to be that way but

then that would be wrong. Prachi was a dream who would vanish

into nothingness after five months how could he go building castles

in the air. Besides it was just like that story the princess and the

frog only he would never get to turn into a prince even if she kissed

him. Sighing he had closed his tired eyes tomorrow was another

long day and he needed to be prepared for it.

The next morning after Milind had left Prachi had inspected the

whole house in detail there was much do be done. The curtains

needed to be washed the bedsheets too, there was an old sofa in

the house which though was invisible since it was covered with

objects. She started with her room taking off the curtains and bed

covers she was busy finding a cloth to start dusting when she

heard a din outside. She walked out to see her friends busy playing

cricket she had been engrossed enjoying the play when kaaki had

joined her in the verandah. "Hmm aaj khelney nahin gayeein?" You

didn't join your friends today she had inquired smiling. "Nahin kaaki

aaj to safai kerungi, Milind saara din kaam kertey hain khana bhi

banatey hain mujhey thori help to kerni chahiye na" No kaaki I'll

clean up the house today. Milind works too hard cooks too I must

help him out she had replied truthfully. Kaaki had smiled she could

see the girl had a lot of potential it just needed to be channeled in

the right direction. "Achi baat hai bitiya aao main madad kerun

tumhari" That's nice come I'll help you she had offered help. Prachi

knew any help from kaaki might cause Milind to get angry at her.

The old lady wasn't in a position to do any menial work the young

girls from the chawl would sweep her house clean each day helping

her do the laundry. She simply made poppadums and sold them

cooking a meal that would last her for the day. "Kaaki main ker

luungi" kaaki I'll manage she had tried to evade her politely. "Acha

chal meri nahin to kisi or kii madad ley ley dekh zakham bhara nahin

tera phir gehra ho jayega to Milind ghussa kereyga" well if not mine

then take some one else's help if your wounds deepen he'll get

angry and that had driven away all the confidence Prachi had

mustered. Indeed her hand wasn't all good she couldn't work much

with it. "Arey Arjun, Neelima, Shanti zara uper aana to" Arjun,

Neelima and Shanta come up for a while Kaaki had called them

gesturing them to join her. All three had clambered up the stairs in

haste the summer holidays having started they spent most of their

time playing in the courtyard. "Dekho aaj didi kii madad ker do takeh

iss ka kaam jaldi ho jaaye, haath main dard hai na isskey" Help out

your friend today her hand hurts and she'll be able to complete her

work faster Kaaki had gently persuaded the trio present. The

children were more than keen to help they were a vivacious group

who had soon set to work. Neelima and Shanti were 10 and 12

respectively and helped their mothers at home too they quickly

sorted their tasks.

Finding a stool from the store room Arjun had dusted off all the

cobwebs from the house. Prachi had then polished the furniture till

it shone the clothes to be washed were tied in a bundle including

the curtains and sheets. The shelves were cleaned old newspapers

used as lining. The cupboard was sorted out shoes were polished

and kept in a rack by the store room. The single mirror in the room

was stainless by the time Prachi was done with it, Kaaki had not left

her side though immobile she continued instructing her on how to

get about with the tasks. Prachi had found a rather beautiful center

piece rolled away there were many other things Milind had stashed

not being able to look after them due to his busy schedule. Prachi

was amazed at his superb choice and collection of figurines

delicately carved in porcelain. Two hours of hard work and the

house shone as if new kaaki had smiled satisfied she had often

fretted over Milind's miserable life and the drudgery he bore each

day. Today though looking at Prachi working with the children to

make his house look better, provide him relief had made her sigh in

content. Finally he would have some peace in life. Shanti and

Neelima had offered to launder the clothes Prachi had come to know

where Milind kept a bit of extra money in case she needed it. She

had sent Arjun to buy a few eatables so kaaki and she could cook

food the kitchen too needed a thorough cleaning. Kaaki had made

her empty all the containers airing out the contents Arjun had

returned with the required items by then. Both kaaki and Prachi had

spent a wonderful time cooking Milind's favourite items Prachi

though had not forgotten to check on Baba from time to time who

had watched all the activities with lively eyes. The two girls had

returned informing Prachi that they had washed and hung the

clothes on the ropes in the courtyard and had handed over the

remainder of the washing powder to her. Prachi had thanked them

granting each a few sweets she had asked Arjun to bring for them.

"Didi phir aaogi na raat ko?" Shanti had inquired and she had

consented readily. After cooking lunch Prachi had fed Baba Kaaki

had gone home the vendor had come to collect his stock of

poppadums. Milind had not returned that afternoon he had been

caught in a terrible traffic jam and had later been held up by a

snotty passenger.

He had been extremely upset to have not been able to reach home

that afternoon wondering whether Prachi had fed Baba or not. Tired

and weary he had trudged up the stairs rapping on the door he

stood leaning against it. Prachi had immediately opened the door

and Milind had staggered in only to straighten up immediately what

the hell was this his house. He had first looked at Prachi then at the

surroundings "aapka hii ghar hai" it's your house Prachi had smiled

sensing his amazement. He tread in softly "Aa haan jootey

utaariye" aan haan take off your shoes Prachi had reminded him

and he had pulled them off his house was a haven that too in a day

however did that happen. Prachi had offered him a seat on the sofa

and Milind had sit down on it he'd forgotten how soft it was. Milind

had gazed around dumbfoundedly the walls finally looked their

original colour Prachi had unearthed the sofa it's blue velvet soft

and shining. From where he sat he could see the rooms inside too

the furniture had been polished and sparkled the Iranian center

piece placed in the middle. His trophies and figurines displayed on

the shelf the small table bearing his few books and stationery. His

father's room too looked clean and airy than usual by the time he

had finshed his examination Prachi had returned with a glass of

water for him. "Tuu ney kiya sab...akeley?" You did all this yourself?

he had asked concerned "Nahin mainey , kaaki ney, Arjun, Shanti or

Neelima ney milker kiya" no me, kaaki, shanti, neelima and arjun did

it together she had beamed. "Chal main khana bana deta huun,

Baba ney kuch khaya kiya?" fine I'll make dinner, did Baba have

anything? he had asked worriedly. "Khana tayyar hai or Baba kha

chukey hain is liye aap fresh ho jaiye then we'll eat" food is ready

and Baba had his meal you freshen up then we'll eat she had

informed him cheerfully. Milind couldn't believe his ears he wouldn't

even have to cook food God certainly was merciful on him that day

after freshening up he had sat down to a wonderful meal. Prachi

had narrated to him the days events and after Milind had washed

the dishes she had taken leave of him. "Main jaun?" Can I go? she

had inquired "Kahaan?" Where? he had questioned her surprised at

her departure at that time. She had then told him about her match

with the children and he had allowed her to go "Der mat kerna das

bajey waapis" Don't be late and yes back by ten "Ok" Prachi had

smiled at him before running down the stairs to join her pals.

Chp 14

Milind had walked in his room to get his kurta out and was yet again

surprised to see his clothes neatly sorted and hung the rest

stacked in piles he smiled. The girl was certainly working her way to

his heart he looked around him spotting the contents on the shelf.

Touching one of the figurines lightly he remembered how he'd

tucked them all away afraid that Sameera might break them. Her

memories assailed him and he sat down on the bed if only he hadn't

lost the court case all this wouldn't have happened she would've

been alive and Baba would've been fine. Taking her picture out of

the drawer Milind had kissed her glassed countenance beaming in

the picture a tear had dropped from his eye on the glass his face

reflecting in it. Prachi had forgotten to wear her dupatta in her hurry

and had come back to retrieve it when she saw Milind in her room.

She had noticed too the lone tear that had left it's abode and now

glittered on the picture she felt guilty of enjoying her heart out

when he sat there alone and sad. A part of her had wanted to go

up to him and console him but she knew they did not share such a

relationship. They weren't even friends mere acquaintances who

had been forced to share a roof under rather bizzarre

circumstances. Had it been any other man in his stead he would've

certainly made the most of her vulnerable condition yet he had not

only provided her with shelter but had also saved her honour and

she indeed felt indebted to him for that. She descended the steps

thoughtfully to find Ali seated in her place. "Hato meri jagah hai" Get

up from my place she had reprimanded him "Kyun naam likh ker gayi

thi" Did you write your name on it pat had come the reply. "Ali !!!"

she had shrieked in ire "Acha baba betho" Ok fine sit he had stood

up and she had continued with her game but Ali noticed she was

distracted she kept pocketing the wrong counters. "Didi apni

gotiyaan pocket kero white waali" Sister pocket your own counters

the white ones Shaanti had reminded her "tum log khelo ab main

chalun" you ppl play I'll leave now she had tried to leave. "Prachi"

Ali had called out and she had looked at him questioningly

"Pareshaan ho?" Any problem? he had guaged her anxiety.

"Shayad" Maybe she had confided in him there was no one else to

share her thoughts with. "Milind itna chup chaap rehtey hain,

Sameera ko yaad kertey rehtey hain kiya woh kabhi khush nahin

rehtey". Milind remains quiet most of the time thinking about

Sameera, does he never be happy? The truth was Milind's eyes

haunted her they spoke volumes to her yet she could not fathom

their melancholy and ruled out Sameera's absence in his life as the

prime reason. Ali on the contrary knew exactly what was wrong

with Milind it was the first time his desolate friend had ever looked

at a girl otherwise Milind was simply not the man to eye women he

believed such men to be lecherous. With Prachi too he had

maintained a distance and intended to keep it that way yet he could

not stop himself from caring for her."To tumharey khayaal main kiya

kerna chahiye usey khush kerney key liye?" And what should be

done in your opinion to make him happy? Ali had asked enjoying her

trepidation the foolish woman did not know she alone had brought

happiness to him by merely being there. The first heartfelt smile Ali

had seen on Milind's face after Sameera's death and Baba's

paralytic attack was when Prachi had attempted to shake hands

with kaaki. It was his smile that had deepened Ali's in turn and he

had realized Prachi was the one solution to Milind's countless

problems. "Unkey saath games khelney chahiyen na humko" We

should play games with him Prachi had suggested and Ali had

gawked at her as if she'd lost her mind before howling in merriment

rolling off his chair. Try as he would he could not picture Milind

running around the chawl, Prachi stared at him as if he had become

insane. "Tumko kiya hua, I'm serious" What happened to you?

Prachi had repeated offended at him ridiculing her genuine

suggestion. Much later when he had desperately tried to control his

bubbling laughter and had failed miserably at it Ali had decided to

share the joke with Milind.

Milind had replaced the photograph in the drawer and had been

about to leave for the washroom when he saw Ali stagger in

followed by a bewildered Prachi. "Milind tujh sey kuch puchna hai"

Milind we have to ask you something he had addressed a surprised

Milind. Dropping on the bed Ali had put forward his question "Merey

bhai bata tujhey konsa game pasand hai?" My brother please tell

me which game do you like Milind had first looked at him then at

Prachi "issko kiya hua?" what happened to him? he had asked

Prachi. "Mujhey kiya pata mainey sirf itna kaha tha aap khush ho

jayein iss liye hum ko aap key saath games khelney chahiye tab sey

hans raha hai" What do I know I just suggested since you'r upset

we should play games with you so that you may be happy she had

complained in an upset tone. "Bata na Milind kiya game kheleyga

chor sipahi ya chupan chupaii" Come on now tell us Milind what

game would you prefer polimen and robbers or hide and seek and

Milind had smacked his hand against Ali's joining him in the laughter.

They both rolled over the bed falling over each other shrieking in

mirth " Idea Milind" Ali hiccuped falling over Milind's shoulder "baraf

paani kheleingey.... tuu baraf main paaniiiii" we'll play ice and water

I'll be water you can be ice he had suggested wiping away tears

and that caused another series of peals to emit from the two. Prachi

had been taken aback to see them react that way to her simple

advice they both had lost it that was very clear to her she stood

silent watching them enjoy the joke which she failed to get. Milind

had sit up straight then pushing Ali out of his lap "Sorry Prachi per

main bachon waaley games nahin khelta" Sorry Prachi but I don't

play chidren's games he had tried to keep a straight face

attempting to provide her with an explanation. He would've

succeeded had Ali not intervened "Yeh sirf langri pala khelta hai

kabhi kabhi kho kho bhi bas" Yes he just plays hopscotch and kho

kho when he's in the mood and that was the end of it. A loud roar

of laughter had emanated from both of them as they chuckled in

amusement "chup ker jaa yaar dara raha hai usko" shut up you'r

scaring her Milind had at last tried to make peace. "Aap dono ko

meri suggestions mazaq lagti hain I'm not talking to both of you"

you find my suggestions funny and with that declaration Prachi had

exited in a huff straight to the washroom. Milind and Ali had not

tried to stop her they both had yet to overcome the urge to laugh

uncontrollably once again. Ali had left then rather Milind had kicked

him out so by the time Prachi returned he would've composed

himself considerably. Prachi hadn't felt angry or irritated at all on the

contrary she was pleased to see Milind laugh he certainly could use

more of that she had thought brushing her teeth vigorously. Milind

had apologized for both himself and Ali and informed her that all

these games were played when young and if they even tried to do

any such thing at this age they'd be a laughing stock be considered

as first class sissies. "To aisey boltey na pehley" why didn't you say

this before she had replied smiling at him finally getting it "sahi

bolta hai Ali saarey screw dheeley hain terey" Ali's right all your nuts

are loose Milind had murmured before leaving for the washroom.

Halfway through the night Milind had been woken up by the sound

of sobs they seemed muffled coming from the other room. Was

Prachi in trouble the thought having come to him he had reached

there in a flash to see her huddled in a ball in the middle of bed

crying in obvious pain. "Kiya hua?" what happened? Milind had

questioned worriedly but she wouldn't answer increasing his

anguish "Main puch raha huun kiya hua kuch bol to" I'm asking you

what's wrong say something he had repeated trying to understand

what was wrong. "Kuch nahin aap jaiye" It's nothing please go

Prachi had whimpered not wanting him near her. How could he

leave her that way Milind saw she was a mess her face was wet

with tears which she had been shedding profusely since the past

hour. Milind could not make head or tail of the situation she kept

clutching her stomach every few seconds did she have a stomach

ache? But if she did why would she not tell him and then it had

suddenly dawned on him that Sukriti had similar pains each month

she used to take some medication for it maybe it was the same

problem. "Prachi" Milind had seated himself on the bed beside her

even though immersed in intense physical misery Prachi had felt his

proximity and had sit up moaning. "Prachi" Milind had called again

and this time she had met his gaze her swollen eyes heavily laden.

"Dard hai?" does it hurt? Milind had inquired and she had shaken

her head in the affirmative "you have it each month?" Prachi had

stared at him caught off guard but had assented nonethless fresh

tears streaming down her face. "Try resting I'll just be back" he had

told her before leaving the house it was nearly one in the morning

but he knew a pharmacy that was open round the clock. On

reaching there he had bought the required pills and had sped home

to find her in the same position. Fetching a glass of water he made

her drink the medicine it was a quick reliever and in around half an

hour she had relaxed considerably. She had had a long day and

was exhausted falling in a deep peaceful sleep soon he had

covered her with the sheet before taking some time to watch her

slumber. She certainly was a child and needed to be taken care of

even at this age smiling to himself he had left to his room, it was

quite some time before sleep pervaded him.

The next morning Prachi had woken up to find him gone with a note

resting on the table under a book. "Don't even think of doing any

chores I'll be back by noon. P.S. hope you'r feeling better" Prachi

had smiled involuntarily he certainly was an extremely considerate

man. She recounted the events of the previous night she had been

having period pains and had been thoroughly flustered to see him

stand next to her. Thankfully he hadn't probed the issue and had

brought the medicines which indeed was a life saving act

considering the torment she was subjected to both physical and

mental. She normally didn't cry but she had been frightened back at

home kaaka would make her some herbal antidote and she'd sleep

it off but here she was all alone. She did not consider he'd have

knowledge on the subject but it was obvious he did.He had

prepared breakfast and she had enjoyed a happy meal with Baba.

She had started morning sessions with him she'd read to him fill him

in with the details of the day's activities and massage his effected

limbs, she knew that was not enough and he needed proper

treatment. Yet she realized it was an impossible feat because it was

a costly venture and Milind could not put together enough finances

to get his father treated in a facility. She understood he'd asked her

to rest but she felt much better already she had dusted and

cleaned the house and had been thinking about the menu when he

had returned. "Mana kiya tha kaam mat kerna" I told you not to

work he had scolded her and she had listened to it mutely she'd

gotten used to his tantrums by now and bore them patiently

knowing full well he did it for her own good. "Tabiyat kaisi hai ab?"

how do you feel now? he had questioned in a milder tone watching

her stand there head bent eyes downcast. " Ab dard nahin hai" it

doesn't hurt anymore Prachi had told him and he had been

overcome with remorse here she was trying to help him and he was

chiding her for it. "Theek hai I'll cook lunch you can go play till then"

he had stated knowing full well she'd be waiting to go join her

friends. "Nahin main aapki help kerungi" no I'll help you she had

said surprising him "Fine" he had relented realizing it was useless

arguing "Chawal saaf ker do mujhey" pick the rice for me then he

had instructed her putting some in a wide pan for her to pick

through. "Kankar chunu in main sey" pick out the small stones from

them he had taught her how to go about the business before

leaving her to it. By the time she had finished he already had the

food ready and water on the stove. As he soaked the rice she

watched him with keen eyes she hoped to learn a thing or two in

the process so that she too would be able to cook something on

her own. The meal was quiet he was in a hurry she pensive as he

got ready to leave she had called out "Suniye" listen "Hmm" "Can

you come early today?" she had asked "I'll try" he had replied

before exiting.

Chp 15

Milind had returned to find her awaiting him Ali was there too he

had raised his eyebrows in question "Aap fresh ho jaiye phir hum

chaleingey" You freshen up then we'll go she had informed

him."Hum kahin jaa rahey they?" We were supposed to go

somewhere? Milind had scratched his forehead trying to recall any

such mention earlier but failed. "Woh mujhey kuch chahiye tha" I

needed something she had replied nervously "Kiya?" What? Milind

had asked "Woh.... woh..." That...um... she stuttered fiddling with

her dupatta. "Haan woh tak to main samajh gaya uskey aagey" Yes

I got till the that part what next Milind had inquired patiently

something that he feared he couldn't remain much longer if she

continued stammering. "Woh main ... " I....uh she certainly was

tongue tied on this one refusing to make eye contact with him "aap

please chaliye to" please come she had finally said walking ahead of

him Ali had laughed mutely while Milind had glared at him. "Mujh per

kiya hans raha hai apni Pam ko kerwa shopping to maan jaunga

tujhey" Why are you laughing at me take your Pam for shopping

and I'll consider you man enough Milind had taunted him he afterall

was the sole confidant Ali had on his love life. Ali had the hots for a

certain Pam for quite some time now she often visited Ali's garage

on and off to get her scooty repaired or tuned. The first time Milind

had found his behaviour fishy was when Ali had missed a soccer

match to go to his garage that too at a late hour. "Iss waqt jaa

raha hai?" You'r going at this hour Milind had questioned astounded

Manchester United was playing against Chelsea how in the world

could Ali miss that. "Kaam hai" Have some work Ali had replied

before hurrying away not waiting to see Ronaldo net the ball. Later

Milind had often spotted him grinning like a love struck fool at a

pretty young girl. Milind sometimes took his taxi to get fixed at his

garage there smiling with glazed eyes was Ali staring passionately

at a curly haired damsel. She wasn't Ms World but there was a

specific beauty in the way she smiled pushing her glasses up her

nose "So Ali is this gonna work now?" she had asked sweetly kick

starting it. "Yes it will!" Ali had assured her waving even after she

had long gone and Milind had shaken his head amused "Yeh to

gaya saala" Well he's gone for good he had thought chewing on his

neem stick. As he hurriedly exited after Prachi Milind had been

snapped out of his reverie she was waiting for him by the taxi.

"Kiya khareedna hai?" What do you wish to purchase? Milind had

questioned again "Aap mujhey kisi ladies shopping center ley

chaliye" please take me to a ladies shop or boutique she was

finding it hard to converse freely on the item to be bought. Milind

wondered what the hell was it that she couldn't tell him but

continued driving and stopped at a mall he thought she needed

clothes and wasn't very surprised when she headed towards a

garment store. He had followed her thinking she'd need the money

once there he was bored even when he shopped for Sukriti it was

never from a boutique he knew her choice and bought from places

he was comfortable at. He had brought Prachi to a considerably

expensive outlet considering the shopping centers he was used to

shopping at wouldn't match up to her tastes. Prachi had been

talking to a salesgirl in low tones who had nodded and had

disappeared inside, Prachi had then walked down the aisle

disappearing to the other side while Milind sat put what could he do

besides that anyways. "Sir where's your wife?" the salesgirl had

returned flustered Milind had stared at her for a few seconds before

realizing she inquired about Prachi. "Any problem" he had

questioned her "Could you tell me the cup size she wanted I uh...

forgot actually" this was enough for Milind did they sell crockery

here. Where he hadn't seen any and why in God's name was Prachi

buying cups from this place, wouldn't they be damn expensive.

Milind had marched up to Prachi who was busy fingering some

scarves "Yeh kiya mazaq hai mujhko laga tha kaprey leiney hain yeh

salesgirl kis cup kii baat ker rahi hai. What is this joke I thought you

wanted to buy clothes which cup is this salesgirl talking about? Why

are you buying tea cups from here I'll get you new ones from a

cheaper place." Prachi had stared at him in bewilderment now

where did he get the idea she was here to buy a tea set, just then

the sales girl had appeared from behind them. "Madam your

lingerie, sorry I forgot your cup size and had to ask your husband

here" she had apologized. The packets she had handed Prachi had

colourful pictures of the samples they bore Prachi's cheeks had

turned crimson while Milind had felt suffocated. Handing her a wad

of bills he had mumbled about him waiting outside and had fled that

instant.

His ashen face and guilty eyes had made Prachi realize the poor

man had never been to a lingerie shop before the thought had

made her smile moreso his skeptical behaviour. Much later she had

bought the required items and daintily descended the stairs to the

awaiting taxi. Milind had spent quite some time fuming at his

foolishness why couldn't he get it earlier the signs were there. She

wouldn't speak to him on the items to be bought avoided eye

contact with him he should've figured it out he kicked the tyre in a fit

of madness. The woman was bound to drive him nuts hell he'd

never thought he'd know what women used and now he did.

Always ultra the packet had read which stuck out of Prachi's

shopping bag and she had traced his gaze to it stuffing it in

hurriedly. Alas it was but a paper bag and her attempts to push the

item further below had proved to be a drastic measure. The bag

had ripped at the bottom and the contents lay on the road Milind's

eyes had nearly popped out when he saw the lingerie display along

with other feminine articles. Prachi had bent down and retrieved the

items with trembling hands trying her best to stash them in what

remained of the bag. "Aainda yeh sab bakwaas shopping kerni ho

to Naina ko ley jaana" Next time you wanna buy this trash take

Naina with you Milind had spat out infuriated he saw a few

teenagers laugh openly at them as he bent down to help Prachi.

This certainly was the limit the last thing he was going to do in his

life now was to step in a lingerie shop or accompany anyone to it.

Taking a seat beside him in the car Prachi had shifted her gaze to

the traffic outside the open window she realized he felt offended it

was generous of him to provide her with the finance to shop in the

first place. Nonetheless she felt sad having to ask him for

everything even her basic necessities when she didn't turn around

for quite some time Milind's heart began to panic. Why would she

not look at him, was she angry with him.

Prachi had shed silent tears her heart burdened she did not intend

to hurt him yet continued doing so inadvertantly which resulted in

him raging at her. Milind's heart now reprimanded him he had

noticed her wipe away her tears quite a few times and realized she

had been crying. Stopping at a park he had shut down the engine

Prachi had turned to gaze at him her wet eyelashes proof of her

unhappiness "Hum yahaan kyun rukey hain?" Why have we

stopped here? she had questioned him. He had not answered but

had stepped out of the car circling to the other side he opened her

door and held out his hand to her. She had watched him dubiously

for a few seconds before relenting placing her own in his they

entered the park together. Since it was late evening most of the

people had returned home a few couples kept milling about catching

up on their lives. Prachi walked silently beside Milind she yet again

failed to understand his mood swings. "I'm sorry" Milind had finally

apologized his eyes fixed on the grassy expanse beside Prachi

"main ghussey main kuch zyaada hii bol jaata huun.......... woh

aadat nahin hai na..... aisey..... aisey kaam kerney kii." I ramble

when I'm angry actually I'm not used to doing such chores. He was

nervous Prachi could make out from the way he raked his hand

through his hair. When Prachi had still not commented he had

rested his gaze on her who seemed to be studying him intently.

"Ghalati meri hai maafi aap maang rahey hain" It's my fault and

you'r aplogizing she had stated and he had looked at her in

surprise. "Maafi to mujhey maangni chahiye aapki zindagi main to

main aa gayi toofan kii tarah aap ney to mujhey sahara diya hai, or

main aapko itna pareshaan kerti huun" I should be the one

apologizing it is I who has entered your life like an unexpected

storm. You've provided me with shelter and I always end up

irritating you she certainly was not able to forgive herself that

easily. "Prachi please" Milind had shifted uncomfortably now how

was he to explain she was not a burden on him rather he had

started getting used to her in his life. Prachi had walked away from

him and seated herself on one of the benches lining the park trying

her best to control her tears. She was not a weakling but lately she

had been feeling lonely and misplaced she longed to return home.

Her tears fell freely and she weeped in misery Milind was shocked

he had not ancipated such a severe reaction to his comments and

cursed himself for his folly. He had trudged cautiously towards her

hands stuffed in his jean pockets but before he could say anything

she had continued. "Museebat huun na main, sahi kehtey hain Papa

main huun hii manhus jahaan jaati huun logon key kaam kharab

kerti huun. Warna mumma nahin chor jaati Papa ko, woh mujh sey

itni nafrat nahin kertey meri shaadi ho jaati Varun sey. Per main kiya

kerun keh sab ghalat ho jaata hai mujh sey." I'm a jinx Papa is right

I'm a bad omen I spoil everything wherever I go. Else mom would've

never left dad, he wouldn't hate me so and I would've been married

to Varun. But what can I do I end up doing everything wrong. She

wrung her hands desperately twisting her fingers in anguish tears

dropping like transparent pearls from her eyes. "Merey janam per

Mumma chali gayi sahi to hain na Papa mainey cheen liya unko Papa

se" Mom died when I was born papa is right when he says I

snatched her from him she was rambling now and Milind could not

help but let her vent out her supressed misery. " Varun ko mujh sey

pyaar nahin tha to kiya hua mujhey nahin bhagna chahiye tha ghar

sey, kitni larkiyaan hongi jinkey pati gay hongey woh sab to nahin

bhaagi hongi ghar sey..... main kisi laiq nahin....kisi key pyaar key

qaabil nahin" So what if Varun didn't love me there'd be tons of girls

whose husbands would be gays they never ran away from home I

shouldn't have fled too. I'm not capable of anything nor anyone's

love hiding her face in her palms she cried bitterly. Milind had had

enough he had started all of this and felt agonized he had wrapped

his arms protectively around her and she had given in whimpering in

distress. He didn't say a word rather kept stroking her soft shiny

hair till his shirt front was drenched with her tears and she had

exhausted herself she hiccuped then too trying her best to stop but

couldn't. Prachi had felt him near his strong arms around her

normally she'd have shunned any such advance by anyone but it

was him. She trusted him she knew all he had meant was to

comfort her and had cried her heart out. Milind had released her

after some time watching her lips tremble eyes sorrowful a few

tears still gracing her moist cheeks and in that instant he had

wished he could've kissed them away. Realizing what she had just

done she had looked up at him through frightened eyes retreating

in haste "Sorry" she had whispered as if afraid of committing a

crime. A tear had rolled down her face but before it could be

absorbed by the dewy grass underfoot Milind had caught it on his

open palm. She had gazed at him through shiny eyes perplexed at

his actions "Jaanta huun terey paas inka khazana hai per ussey

yuun bedardi sey lutana kahaan ka insaaf hai?" I know you have a

treasure trove of them but to waste it mercilessly is that justice? he

had questioned her and she had lowered her gaze. He had

squeezed her hand reassuringly before retrieving his own and she

had leaned against his shoulder watching the night lamps glow. Her

eyes felt heavy and she had shut them her heart at peace knowing

Milind was with her. Milind had felt her muscles relax against him

and had thought it best not to disturb her the pain killer she had

taken that evening acted as a sedative too and sleep had pervaded

her. He had called out to her softly but had given up the idea when

he saw her snuggled upto him getting up carefully he had lifted her

featherweight form in his herculean arms walking to the taxi. He

had taken the help of a vendor standing nearby to get her seated

in it and had driven off to the chawl.

He had driven considerably slow a rare act on his part lest she

wake up her slumber was more important that his current speed.

Reaching the chawl he picked her up assidiously she had turned in

his arms towards him not at all disturbed by the change in locations.

A careless strand fell across her face and Milind had blown on it

gently to reveal her angelic features. He was aware of the many

prodding eyes that had followed him as he ascended the shaky

stairs with calculated steps. Once at home Milind had placed her on

the bed covering her up before explaining to Ali what had

happened. He consequently remembered that he had forgotten to

get her stuff out of the taxi and had retreated his steps towards

the automobile. As he gathered the items he could sense movement

behind him turning around he saw Mr Rawal along with Mr Sabarwal

and a few other dignitaries from the chawl. He was met with

sardonic glares and pouting faces "Aap sab ko mujh sey koi kaam

hai?" Do you require anything of me? he had questioned well aware

of their intentions. "Milind yeh kiya tamasha laga rakha hai tuuney,

yeh larki kon hai or kis naatey sey terey saath reh rahi hai?" What

is this Milind who is this girl and what relation does she have to you

to live like this with you? that was Mr Sabarwal incharge of the

chawl committee. His wife was the gossip queen and Milind was

surprised he had actually waited that long for a confrontation. "Jis

rishtey sey aapki patni aapkey ghar main aapkey saath rehti hai" A

similar relation to which your wife resides with you in your house it

was a lie Milind had known but for the moment it was the only

statement that could allow him to keep Prachi safe.

Chp 16

"Kiya matlab hai tumhara?" What do you mean? Mr Sabarwal had

probed while the rest looked on intrigued at the revelation. Milind

had found it hard to keep his rising temper in check but had

managed to remind himself that now was not the best of times. He

had never interfered in anyone's personal matters and hated to be

questioned like a criminal on his own, as far as he was concerned all

of these nosy people could go to hell. "Woh patni hai meri shaadi kii

hai mainey uss sey or ab merey saath hii raheygi" She's my wife I've

married her and now she's going to stay with me Milind had replied

staidly he knew what the men were doing was bound to happen

one day. It was only that he had never given the matter much

thought since he simply hated to fib but here he had no other

option. His firm tone and clear voice had won over the crowd

gathered there "to beta bataya kyun nahin pehley" Son why didn't

you tell us before? Mr Rawal had questioned gently. He was one of

the few who had believed Milind his son being an avid fan of his

new didi. "Sorry uncle time hii nahin mila" Sorry uncle didn't get the

time to Milind had smiled perfunctoraily he would've been caught

there longer had Ali not come to his rescue. "Milind... bhabhi ki

cheezein mil gayeein?" Milind.... did you get bhabhi's things he had

inquired standing in the verandah stressing on the bhabhi. "Laa

raha huun" I'm bringing them Milind had hollered and the crowd had

gradually dispersed but before he could move away Mr Sabarwal

had invited him that Sunday along with his new wife to the pooja in

the chawl. "Per uncle" But uncle Milind had tried to wheedle out of

it "Koi bahana nahin chaleyga" No excuse is going to work Mr

Sabarwal had wagged his index finger at him. "Terey Baba theek

nahin to kiya ab hum bahu ka suwagat bhi nahin kareingey theek

sey. Maana teri patni hai per ab to chawl ka hissa hai woh bhi" You'r

dad is not well does not mean our daughter in law will not be

welcomed by us. She's a part of the chawl now and with that he

had walked off mighty pleased with his feat. The truth was since the

wedding had not happened infront of their eyes Mr Sabarwal had

doubts regarding Milind telling the truth moreover he had seen

Prachi she had no airs about her as a newly wed would have. He

had invited both Prachi and Milind to get the truth out of Prachi

since his sharp eyes had gauged her to an innocent soul who would

certainly spill the beans. Ali had met Milind in mid step "Kiya bol raha

tha buddha?" What was the old man saying? Ali had inquired similar

to Milind he had a raging temper himself the only thing was he had

mastered the act of controlling it better than Milind. "Pooja main

bulaya hai Sunday ko... Prachi ko bhi" They've called us for a prayer

on Sunday... Prachi too Milind had added worriedly. He could not

push out her tear stained visual from his mind and it bothered him

to think he'd have to ask her to act as his wife.

"Hmm" Ali had mused this certainly was a major problem true Milind

and she had become comfortable towards each other but that

comfront sprung from sheer necessity. Asking her to fake as his

wedded partner would be difficult since they were not even friends.

Immersed in thoughts they both had reached the house Ali had

taken leave his mind a muddle. Milind had thanked him for looking

after Baba and feeding him his dinner before advancing towards

Prachi's room. Placing her items in the cupboard he had turned to

look at her she hiccuped even while she slept her fingers closed

tightly and Milind's heart had gone out to her. Her self accusations

had saddened him moreover her outburst revealing the tragic chain

of events that had led her to flee her home disturbed him, he could

not get over the fact that she felt unwanted and rejected. If indeed

her mother had deceased while bringing her in the world did not

make her accountable she on the contrary had suffered a greater

loss of having both her parents snatched from her. Milind could not

understand why her tears cut through his heart what was

happening to him lately, he pondered seriously, why could he not

stop thinking about her. He understood he had to restrain his train

of thought that sped at bullet speed when it came to her. Taking a

seat on the bed beside her he watched as the faint moonlight

highlighted her features. Those plush lups and that mole near them

he could not resist gently carressing her cheek with the back of his

hand. As he got up he saw she was still wearing her shoes smiling

to himself he had removed them cautiously before covering her feet.

Milind had come in his room to find his father wide awake "Soye

nahin Baba?" You aren't asleep yet father? he had questioned

surprised to see him watch him intently. Milind had noticed his

father's eyes didn't seem melancholic anymore they bore a twinkle

in them a spark he had longed to see, the spark of life. Mishraji had

tried to speak then " Puh.. Puh...Puh" but that was all he could

manage. Milind had stared at him astounded that was his father's

first attempt at conversation since the stroke. Tears welled up in

Milind's eyes his father had kept his first step on the road to

recovery."Kiya Baba... paani chahiye?" What father... do you need

water? he had questioned his frail form again and baba had batted

his eyelids twice which indicated a no to his query. Milind had

clasped Baba's warm hand in his own "Phir Baba..... P sey kiya?"

Then Baba what of P? Baba's eyes were frantic he wanted to speak

his heart out yet was handicapped at that front. His eyes had

widened and he thrashed his head in frustration "Baba.... Baba"

Milind had cried out aloud in an attempt to calm him gently rubbing

his palms. "Main samajh jaunga bas thora waqt dey do mujhey" I'll

understand father just give me some time he had pleaded looking in

the misty depths of his father's hollow eyes. As his father had

closed his tired eyes in an attempt to sleep Milind had found his

eyes restless..."Main huun hii manhus" I am unlucky the words kept

ringing in his ears her voice then had been laced with a resolute

knowledge of her being jinxed which was all untrue. How in the

world did she ever come to label herself as that he understood her

father had a part in this obviously holding her responsible for

gracing the world in the first place. Milind's hands had balled into

tight fists at the unknown perpetrator Prachi's father, how dare he

label her as a jinx, he found the entire thing quite cruel. If it hadn't

been for her father Prachi wouldn't have been born in the first place

but he couldn't reprimand the man for that single action he had

indeed helped Prachi breathe a life, a life Milind had come to accept

as part of his own. He hadn't changed his kurta being in the

cupboard he had lain down on the sofa in the lounge he was bone

tired and craved sleep hoping it would be generous on him soon.

Prachi had woken up with a start where was she, she looked

around the room to find familiar surroundings she had no idea on

being transported back home neither any clue on the means of

transportation.

Though she knew very well why she was up at this late hour her

stomach rumbled she hadn't had anything to eat after lunch that

day. Clutching her hands to her stomach she awoke it would be a

hard feat trying to supress her hunger she hoped there would be

something left for her in the kitchen. She walked out slowly to see

Milind sprawled on the sofa making her way to the kitchen

noiselessly she tried to probe about for utensils. Unfortunately the

glass kept on the shelf next to her had bumped off it and banged

hard on the ground before rolling to one side. Milind's eyes had

flown open with the din he had risen up and switched on the bulb

to see Prachi stand near the kitchen scared out of her skin. "Woh

main... main" I...uh... I she stuttered expecting to hear a scolding

but was taken aback when he had simply smiled "Bhook lagi hai?"

Feeling hungry? he had asked and she had nodded her head in

assent. He astonished her further by heating the food setting the

plates placing the mat "Main khud ker lungi aap rehney dijiye" I'll do

it myself you don't need to really she had tried to stop him but it fell

on deaf ears. Making her sit on the mat he had watched her eat in

silence "Prachi tujh sey kuch kehna tha" Prachi I need to tell you

something Milind had started trying to find words that would make

his request seem genuine. Prachi had raised her eyes to his in

question "Woh... woh...." he couldn't believe he was stammering

Milind Mishra who never buckled under any sort of pressure was

reluctant to ask a damsel for her help. "Kahiye" Yes Prachi had

encouraged him gently "Woh chawl waalon ney humain pooja main

bulaya hai iss Sunday" The chawl residents have invited us to a

prayer this Sunday he had enlightened her and she had looked at

him through thoughtful eyes. "Ji acha" Ok fine she had answered

after a long pause. Milind felt quite uneasy narrating the next

statement to her "Woh mujhey unsey kehna para hum pati patni

hain" I had to tell them we were married Prachi's eyes had rested

on him widened in wonder "Aapney jhoot bola?" You lied? she had

questioned him. "Haan" Yes he had assented "Mujhey malum hai

ghalat kiya per agar yeh nahin kehta to woh tujhey leyker bakwaas

kertey or yeh mujhsey bardassht nahin hota" I know it's wrong but

if I wouldn't have said this they would've talked all sorts of rubbish

about you and I wouldn't be able to bear it he had explained

haltingly. Prachi had understood his dilemma she very well knew

how hard survival was in conditions which he bore in submission.

"Jaisa aap theek samjhein" As you please she had answered

deeming it to be the best excuse for the moment Milind had

expected a chiding from her on his lie but she had left him

spellbound by her consent. "Tujhey bura nahin laga Prachi?" Aren't

you upset about it? he had wanted to know why she had not

questioned him once about his stand regarding their relationship.

"Aap jo bhi kareingey soch samajh ker kareingey itna bharosa to

hai mujhey aap per" What ever you'll do will be for my good I trust

you with that she had astonished him further before cleaning up.

Even though she had assented Milind could not help but notice she

had been quiet since their confrontation in the park he had certainly

hurt her bad. "Sun" Listen he had called before she disappeared in

her room again "Kal kahin chaleigi merey saath... kaam tha" Will you

come with me somewhere tomorrow.... had some work he had

hoped she would say yes and she had nodded her head in consent

before turning off the lights.

"Milind tum baat kero uss sey meri to sunta nahin woh larka" Milind

you talk to him that boy does not listen to me Nadra begum had

complained to Milind in a depressed tone. Ali had walked out on her

yet again it wasn't anything new. Milind had been aware of

countless earlier situations where Ali had left home in a state of

rage the problem being his marriage. Nadra begum his mother

wanted him to get married to Salma her sister's young daughter

who was employed at a bank in the same city. The match was

appropriate and Nadra begum could not understand his continuous

denial to the proposal "Kitni baar kahun aap sey ammi nahin kerni

mujhey kisi Salma sey shaadi. Akela chor dijiye mujhey" How many

times do I tell you mom I don't want to marry any Salma. Just leave

me alone he would fume inwardly unable to explain his mother that

his heart already belonged to Pam. Prachi had served her tea while

she sat on the sofa in the lounge "Jeeti raho bahu" Bless you dear

she had patted her head gently returning her concentration to

Milind seated next to her. "Chachi aap ney kabhi Ali sey uskey dil ka

haal pucha, theek hai woh Salma sey shaadi nahin kerna chahta per

kiya aap ney uss sey yeh pucha keh woh kis sey shaadi kerna

chahta hai?" Aunty have you ever asked Ali about his feelings fine

he doesn't want to marry Salma. Have you ever asked who he

wants to marry? Milind had calmly provided her with a solution to

the problem. "Kiya tum jaantey ho woh kisi ko chahta hai?' Do you

know who he loves? Nadra had gazed at Milind in suspicion. "Chachi

yeh meri zindagi nahin Ali kii hai or behter hoga yeh sawaal aap uss

sey puchein mujhey yaqeen hai koi na koi hal to uskey paas hoga

hii iss masley ka." Aunty this is not my life it's Ali's I believe you

should ask him this question. I'm sure he'll have an answer to it

Nadra begum had pondered on the suggestion what if Ali actually

was in love with someone. Was that the reason he had constantly

avoided the issue even after several attempts on her part to broach

it. She had then excused herself making up her mind to have a

detailed conversation with her son about the matter. Prachi had

gazed at Milind in awe "Aap kaisey ker letey hain yeh?" How do you

do all this? she had questioned him. "Kiya?' What? he had asked

confused at her query. "Sab key dil kii baat kaisey jaan letey hain

bina koi sawaal kiye" How can you know what the heart says

without the other person uttering a single word and he had studied

her forlorn figure discreetly. "Kyun jaanna chahti hai?" Why do you

want to know? he had counter questioned and she had looked at

him wistfully "Shayad kabhi main bhi kisi key dil ka haal jaan sakun,

jaan sakun keh woh mujhsey pyaar..." Maybe someday I'll be able

to understand someone's heart. Know whether he loves me.... and

Milind had known she had been talking of her father. "Jo hum sey

pyaar kertey hain unhain lafzon kii zarurat nahin hoti na hii pyaar ka

izhaar kerney kii, phir bhi agar pyaar ka andaaza lagana ho to

aankhon ko parhna chahiye jawab mil jaayega" People who love us

don't require words neither do they need to express it, still if you

want to know try reading their eyes you'll get your answer he had

informed her dusting his shoes clean he had gotten up to leave.

Before exiting he had turned around to see her glued to the same

spot "Aaj shaam tayyar rehna tujhey kahin ley jaana hai mujhey"

Get ready in the evening I have to take you somewhere and she

had nodded her head absent mindedly.

Chp 17

Prachi had performed the daily chores with a heavy heart she could

not understand why but she had suddenly started feeling alienated.

She walked out and stood in the verandah overlooking the

courtyard. Was this her destiny to remain a burden to a generous

soul like Milind and for how long... yes five months but then what.

Would her father not find another groom for her get her married to

someone she hardly knew or cared for. What would her life be

then... a compromise just because her father wanted her off his

hands. Was her being born an ill omen if she was he should've killed

her at birth smothered her very first breath, why did he then let her

live, ruin him further. Her young friends played in the sunny morning

calling out to her but she refused politely pasting a smile on her

face she was used to put up an act having done it tons of times

earlier at parties her father would desire her to be present at. Even

though he despised her Inder would make sure Prachi mingled in

with the crowd at social events. She often wondered why he did so

when it was quite evident she was neither interested nor bothered

to make friends from the elite class that assembled there as guests.

After much thought she had come to conclude that he probably

missed Ayesha and recruited her as a compensation on her behalf

the idea though painful was applicable. She checked on Baba to find

him sleeping and decided to cook food for the afternoon Milind did

his bit for her and she realized she was responsible in his absence

towards his house and family. Her hand had healed completely and

she pondered on what to cook when Ali passed by whistling "Ali"

she had called out to him.

"Hello champ" he smiled lightheartedly as she led him inside. "You'r

in" she questioned as he glanced at her suspiciously "Any problem?

" he inquired trying to wheedle information from her suspecting his

mother to be up to one of her tricks. "Yes actually I was wondering

if you could help me cook lunch, Milind is too tired by the time he

comes home. Atleast I can help him this way". Ali studied the

spotless house in detail she certainly had taken up her position as

Milind's so called wife very seriously moreover Ali noticed she cared

for Milind. Whether he was sad, stressed out, in need of anything

she would guage his anguish even before Ali could put a finger on

it. He recalled a scene from two days earlier Milind had been sitting

talking to him he had just returned from work. Prachi had brought

him his rubber slippers, soap and towel "Milind aap fresh ho jaiye

main khana laga rahi huun" Milind you get freshened up I'm getting

the food ready she had informed him. After ten minutes when Milind

had returned Prachi had heated the food laid the mat and as Ali

watched keenly had proceeded to serve Milind his food. Neither had

considered it out of the ordinary which indicated to Ali that they

probably had fallen in a routine without acknowledging it as being

followed. Ali had been a silent spectator to it all though his lips

moved in answer to Milind's queries as he bantered on regarding

the current political fiasco and the escalating petrol rates

worldwide. After dinner Milind had volunteered to help her clear

away but she refused and quickly made tea for him and Ali as they

sat besides Baba. "Tuu nahin piyegi Prachi?" Aren't you having it

Prachi? Milind had questioned engrossed with Baba spotting her sit

there without a cup "Nahin aap pii lijiye" No Milind you have your's

Prachi had handed him his tea. "Aadhi pi ley please itni nahin

piyunga main" Have half from it please I can't drink all of it he had

handed her the cup again and she had sipped a quarter from it

returning him the remainder. There was a certain bond both had

formed unaware of it being there in the first place. Ali had simply

smiled at the scene trying to recall the last time Milind had shared

his tea with him....... not one such occassion came to memory

though he had tried really hard.

Ali had instructed Prachi on making lentil soup he had learnt to cook

with Milind as both had experimented together countless times in

Milind's kitchen. Prachi was an eager student and had prepared the

boiled rice herself under Ali's watchful eye. "Aunty was asking about

you" she had informed him cutting carrots lengthwise for a pickle Ali

promised to teach her that could be made in minutes. She had

asked him to help her with it knowing very well that Milind loved

pickles with rice "Tum achar khaati ho?" You eat pickles? Ali had

questioned her attempting to avoid conversation on his mother and

his whereabouts that morning. "Nahin... per Milind ko acha lagta

hai" No but Milind likes it she had replied honestly and Ali had

laughed aloud. "Kyun hans rahey ho?" Why are you laughing?

Prachi had inquired irritated with the quizzical smiles that seemed to

appear on his face as soon as he laid eyes on her. "Yunhi" Just like

that he had told her "Mujh per hanstey rehtey ho main Milind sey

tumhari shikayat kerungi" You keep laughing at me I'm going to

complain to Milind about you she had threatened him. "Uff Prachi

Milind sey mat kehna please.... warna mujhey maar hii dega woh"

Oh Prachi please don't tell Milind else he'll kill me Ali had placed his

hand on his heart acting as if extremely afraid of his friend and had

folded his hands infront of her. "Jhootey, nautanki" Liar, dramatist

Prachi laughed "Milind kisi to nahin maartey" Milind doesn't hit

anyone she had said turning pink with laughter "Haiye yaara nahin

maartey kisi ko woh becharey khud jo buri tarah ghayal hain" Yes

poor man can't hit anyone since he's already badly wounded himself

Ali had joked. "Kiya hua unko chot lag gayi kiya?" Why has he been

hurt? Prachi had asked worriedly it pained her to think that Milind

was hurt and had not informed her about his wounds. "Haan chot

to lagi hai per marham tum nahin laga sakti Prachi" Yes he has

received wounds Prachi but alas you cannot alleviate his pain Ali

had said feigning seriousness. "Main kyun nahin laga sakti... unko

dard ho raha hoga na" Why can I not apply ointment... it must be

hurting him her consternation was worth watching. "Haan dard to

hai becharey key dil per jo lagi hai" Yes it's paining him since he got

hit right on the heart Ali had sighed in mock sympathy for Milind.

"You mean unkey chest per laga hai near the heart" this was too

much for Prachi Milind was seriously injured and he had been hiding

it from her. "Per dawaii to hogi na ghar main" But there must be

some sort of medication at home Prachi had tried to console herself

"Main laga duungi" I'll apply it she had further amused him with her

concern for Milind's supposed wounds. "Woh jab aaye to puch laina

uss sey keh chot kahaan lagi hai, kab lagi hai or kitni gehri hai" Well

when he comes you can ask him where'd he get hurt, how and if it

hurts or not Ali had fanned her anxiety enjoying it to the maximum.

She was an innocent soul and he absolutely loved teasing her the

way her eyes widened when afraid or surprised had him in splits,

she was like a child who could be cajoled with the simplest of

things. "Hmm" she had assented half heartedly mixing the

ingredients he dictated to her in a bowl with the carrots, Milind's

foot steps were heard then and he was surprised to see both Ali

and Prachi in the kitchen. Prachi had handed him the towel and

soap asking Ali to join them for lunch while she fed Baba. Ali though

had taken leave since he feared his mother might just pop in on

them and then there'd be no end to her chants on Salma.

Soon they sat together on the mat Milind had noticed Prachi was

withdrawn and thoughtful. Throughout lunch she remained quiet as

they finished and cleared up he had followed her to her

room."Prachi kuch hua hai kiya?" Prachi is anything wrong? he

asked "Woh Ali keh raha tha aapko chot lagi hai.... aap ney bataya

nahin" Ali was telling me you've been hurt... you didn't tell me she

had chided him softly watching him through sad eyes. Milind had

looked at her confused taken aback by her remorse "Acha?" Really?

he queried why did Ali lie to her he couldn't understand a thing.

"Kidher hai Ali?" Where is Ali? he had questioned thoroughly

irritated it must be one of his ideas to tease her, he knew Ali loved

pulling her leg. "Woh to chala gaya.... usney kaha aapko buhut dard

hai... aap ney bataya kyun nahin?" He's left.. he said it was hurting

you a lot... why didn't you tell me? her needle was still stuck there.

"Aap mera itna khayaal rakhtey hain per apney dukh mujhey nahin

batatey agar zakham gehra ho gaya to... aap beemar ho gaye to"

You take care of but never share your problems with me. What if it

worsens what if you fall sick she was skeptical her forehead lined

with worries her eyes searching him for answers. "Prachi mujhey

kuch nahin hua?" Prachi nothing has happened to me Milind had

tried to comfort her making up his mind to give Ali a good beating

next he saw him. "Nahin aapko lagi hai nahin to Ali kyun bolta main

aapko marham nahin laga sakti" No you'r hurt or else why would Ali

say that I cannot apply ointment on it she was grief stricken and

Milind felt like boxing Ali's ears had he been there. Muttering curses

he had tried to tame his flaring temper "Kahaan bola tha Ali ney

mujhey chot lagi hai?" Where did Ali say I was hurt? he had inquired

testing his patience. "Aapkey dil per" On your heart she had

informed him and Milind couldn't decide whether to laugh or fume he

was certain this was a joke Ali had cracked and Prachi had deemed

it serious. "Hmm to ab kiya kerna chahiye?" Hmm now what should

be done Milind had questioned her in a serious tone "Aap dawaii

laga lein na.... zyaada dard hai?" Please apply the ointment... is it

paining much? she was still apprehensive as she handed him the

ointment. "Theek hai laga leta huun" Fine I'll do it he had finally

given in realizing she wasn't going to stop fretting till she saw it for

herself. Stripping off his shirt he pulled off his vest as well revealing

a clean rather bare, taut chest well toned and unblemished. "Kahin

chot dikh rahi hai?" Can you see any wound? he had asked a

stupefied Prachi who had averted her eyes on the skin show her

cheeks flaming. "Ab dekh kyun nahin rahi, dawaiyii lagati to nahin

dekhti 1970's kii heroine" Now why aren't you looking if you'd been

applying the ointment wouldn't you be looking then? he had teased

her and she had laughed at his comment. "I'm sorry" she smiled

meeting his mischievous gaze "I didn't know Ali was such a big liar,

har waqt mujhey satata hai" always pulls my leg she had

apologized and he had simply shaken his head smiling they both

were proving to be a handful for him.

That evening Milind had asked Arjun to keep an eye on Baba for him

as he escorted Prachi to the taxi since Ali had been up with his

disappearing act again. They drove in silence and Milind hoped

Prachi would draw out of her shell by the end of the trip. He parked

the taxi near the open gates of a church and asked Prachi to

accompany him inside as they walked in they saw a group of

children play near a few swings overlooked by two matrons dressed

in white. They stepped in a small office located near the parish

where an aged gentleman sat poring over a bible. "Good evening

father" he had greeted the man who had smiled and hugged Milind

clapping him on the back "Kaisey ho Milind?" How are you Milind? he

had inquired offering them both seats. "I'm fine father.. here" he

had handed a wad of notes to the reverand who had accepted

them and had noted the amount in a register. Finishing with it he

had smiled at Prachi who had returned it and sat beside Milind

wondering what he was upto. "Tum Sunaina sey milna chahogey?"

Would you like meet Sunaina? the preacher had questioned Milind

and he had simply nodded his head his face shining with happiness.

The reverend had then rung a bell to summon a vestal who has

after hearing the instructions from the reverend beckoned them to

follow her. Prachi had walked beside Milind down well lit corridors to

a nursery where young children were nursed some lay sleeping in

their respective cribs while others were involved in activities on a

table nearby a nun watching over them. As they entered the nun

had looked up at them and smiled "Hmm Milind acha hua tum aa

gaye Sunaina udaas ho gayi thii tum milney jo nahin aaye itney

dinon sey" It's a good thing you came Milind she had started

missing you she had smiled pointing to a two year old who sat

colouring a picture in a book. Prachi watched as the child sat

seriously a quiet and forlorn figure completely immersed in her

exercise. Milind had walked up to her and bent over her piece of art

"Itni achi colouring kisney kii hai?" Who had done this beautiful

colouring? he had asked in a gentle voice her eyes had lifted to

Milind and her lips had smiled when she saw him near her. Prachi

could see the undercurrent of raw emotions that was reflective in

their eyes Milind had opened her arms and Sunaina had walked in

them promptly. She was a small dark skinned child with straight jet

black hair that fell in thick layers around her shoulders. From the

looks of her it seemed as if she was still recovering from a serious

illness her cheeks were sunken her figure thin what was most

intriguing was then even though Milind kept conversing with her the

child never once answered. She remained mute throughout their

entire conversation but her eyes spoke each time Milind kissed her

she would smile her eyes lighting up as lamps. Prachi noticed she

had the most beautiful and soulful eyes ones that talked, conveyed

emotions and hers projected elation at the moment. Milind had

fished out a candy from his pocket for her which he helped her

unwrap before popping it lovingly in her mouth.

"Tum kon ho beta?" Who are you child? the nun had inquired of

Prachi pleasantly "Jii main inki .... patni huun" I.. I'm his wife she had

replied after some thought. "Hmm buhut lagaav hai tumharey pati

ko Sunaina sey" You'r husband really loves the child the vestal had

continued "Qareeban chey mahiney pehley Milind issey yahaan

laaya tha, tab yeh buhut beemar thii typhoid tha issey. Milind ko yeh

kachrey key dabbey per mili thi bas aakhri saansein chal rahi theen.

Najaaney kon maa baap they jo itni beydardi sey marney chor gaye.

Bas uss din sey Milind ney zimmedaari sanbhaal lii isski, ilaaj

kerwaya or ab iska kharcha bhi deta hai. Kehta hai iskey paas

honey sey Sameera key saath honey kaa ehsaas hota hai". Around

six months before Milind had brought her to us he had found her on

a rubbish dump. Her parents had left her there to die she was

suffering from typhoid then. From that day on Milind has been her

guardian he paid for her treatment and now takes care of her

expenses. He says when he is with her he feels as if Sameera is

with him. Prachi's eyes had lifted to Milind's robust form that held

Sunaina close to him as he smiled at her they were both busy

drawing a cat... apparently Sunaina loved the creature the shirt she

wore had one printed on it too. "Kiya yeh baat nahin kerti sister?"

Can't she talk sister? Prachi had questioned since it bothered her to

think that the child might be dumb. "Baat to ker sakti hai per kerti

nahin buhut ilaaj kerwaya per doctors ka kehna hai kisi haadsey ki

bina per shocked hai shayad kabhi koi miracle ho jaaye or yeh baat

kerney lagey" She can talk but doesn't doctors are of the opinion

that she has gone mute due to some shock or accident occured in

the past. Maybe someday a miracle might happen and she may

start talking the nun had sighed sympathetically. Another child had

woken up and cried the nun had turned to him Prachi had walked

upto the duo slowly "Aap apni friend sey nahin milwaiengey

mujhey?" Aren't you going to introduce me to you'r friend? she had

stated softly and Milind had smiled. It was going as planned he had

tried to hand Sunaina to Prachi but the child had clutched his shirt

with both her small hands her eyes wide in terror and Prachi was

suddenly reminded of herself as a child. She hated strangers and

would hardly converse or interact with any new individual, it was

only after days or weeks of association would she be able to trust

that particular person and exchange her first few words with him.

"It's ok Milind aap key paas hii rehney dijiye issey I can understand"

let her be with you she had assured him. The next hour was a

happy one for Milind as Prachi and Sunaina interacted freely after

the first half hour Milind being the focal point between them. They

had taken Sunaina out for a walk and soon Prachi was busy

pushing the little child on the swings which both had immensely

enjoyed. Milind had brought a few colouring books and a colouring

set for her which he had handed to the nun incharge before kissing

Sunaina goodbye. "Sunaina main phir aaunga tab tak be a good girl

...." Sunaina I'll come again till then be a good girl he had whispered

to her. The child obviously felt sad as her eyes shone with tears not

a sound though was heard from her as the tears dripped on Milind's

shirt. Prachi's heart had gone out to her plight her own eyes

mirroring the child's unhappiness it was a promise for a prompt

return that earned Milind a much needed release from Sunaina's

tight hold on his shirt. As they sped on the roads home bound

Prachi could not help thinking about Sunaina Milind obviously had

realized what thoughts occupied her and had let her ponder on

them in peace.

Part 18

"Aap key paas itney paisey nahin phir bhi aap Sunaina key liye itna

kuch kertey hain" You don't have much money still you do so much

for Sunaina Prachi had finally voiced her thoughts and Milind had

simply smiled he had been waiting for her to speak up on the issue.

"Shayad yeh bhi meri zimmedarion main sey eik hai nahin to woh

mujhey uss haalat main milti nahin" Maybe she's a part of my

responsibilities else I wouldn't have found her in that state he had

stated clearly turning the car towards the park they had visited the

previous day. He parked it in the adjacent empty plot stepping out

Prachi had shadowed him absorbed in her thought train and was

only snapped out of it when she had bumped into Milind as he came

to a halt. She looked around surprised "Oh... hum to park main

hain" Oh.... we're in the park she glanced around her to see a

vacant swing set her feet had automatically diverted in that

direction. As she gently lowered herself on the seat she felt herself

being pushed lightly, instinctively she had known it was Milind.

"Milind" she had called out "Hmm" "Aap mujhey Sunaina sey

milaaney kyun ley gaye?" Why did you make me meet Sunaina? the

single question had been boggling her mind it occured to Prachi that

no one knew about Sunaina not even Ali and that Milind had let her

on his secret for a reason. Milind had circled the swing set and

stood in front of her "Prachi tujhey Sunaina sey iss liye milaaney ley

gaya tha keh tujhey andaaza ho sakey eik duniya main tuu hii akeli

nahin, aur bhi buhut log hain jo tujh sey burey haalaton main jee

rahey hain. Zindagi phoolon kii sej nahin Prachi phir bhi hum jeetey

hain umeed key sahaarey keh shayad koi khushi humaarey naseeb

main bhi likhi ho." I took you to meet her because i wanted to make

you understand you'r not the only one alone in this world. There are

others who are sufferring more than you. Life is not a bed of roses

yet we all live it in the faint hope that someday somewhere we'll get

our share of happiness too. A gentle breeze blew Prachi's velvet

tresses across her thoughtful face and Milind had felt as if he had

indeed been transported to heaven only there did he recall were

angels to be witnessed and he stood watching one. Prachi had

lifted her eyes to watch Milind who had crouched beside her taking

her hands in his own he had looked attentively in her clear hazel

pools "Kuch kaheygi nahin?" Aren't you going to say anything? he

had questioned. "Kiya kahun aaj aapney mujhey zindagi ki sachaii

dikhaii hai aaj ehsaas hua Papa ney sirf nafrat hii to kii mujh sey

bas kam az kam marney key liye to nahin chor diya. Shayad maa

baap ka pyaar merey naseeb main nahin per achi taleem eik acha

ghar aur eik acha dost to likha hai na qismat main" What can I say

you've revealed the truth of life today I understand my father simply

hated me. Maybe I wasn't destined to get my parents love yet I've

been bestowed with good education, a good house and a

wonderful friend she had softly breathed life in Milind who was still

contemplative on his actions earlier.

"Dost" Friend he had inquired puzzled.."Aap" You Prachi had smiled

"Itna haq to banta hai mera keh aapsey dosti ker luun waisey bhi

merey har dard ko duur kerney ka ehed to aap ker hii chukey hain"

Well I believe I have a right to be your friend now as it is you've

decided to do away with all my problems she had smiled a light

hearted smile that had made Milind feel like a new man. "Acha dosti

bhi ker lii mujh sey..." So you've even befreinded me he had teased

her masking amusement with a serious face "Jii aur ab nibhani

pareygi aapko" Yes and now you'll have to fulfill this responsibility

too Prachi's smile had deepened. "Nibhaunga...." I will Milind had

assented whole heartedly "Sach main" Really! Prachi's eyes had

glittered in elation she had not expected him to give in so easily

"Sach main" Really! Milind had promised capturing her delicate form

in his mind's eye. "Per eik vaada tujhey bhi kerna hoga" But you'll

have to make me a promise too Milind had said as he got up on his

feet "Kaisa vaada?" What promise? Prachi had joined him as they

strolled on the green together "Tuu kabhi apney aap ko manhus

nahin samjheygi Prachi, jeeney ka haq to sab ko hota hai or

bhagwaan sab ko eik hii tarah pyaar kerta hai.. uskey liye to koi

manhus ya bura nahin phir tuu apney aap ko aisa soch ker khud

apni hii nazron main kyun girna chahti hai?" You'r never going to call

yourself a curse or a jinx, everyone has the right to live. God has

created everyone equally no one is jinxed for HIM then why do you

consider yourself that and demean yourself? Prachi eyes had turned

moist no one had ever talked to her that way before.

Her father never had found the time or need to be with her, her

sister was the most wanted woman on the planet always out and

about as for Kaaka he was too entangled in running the household.

A tear had escaped her eye and had travelled down her cheek but

Milind had wiped it away tenderly "Roney ko to nahin bola tha" I

didn't ask you to cry he had murmured. "Kisi ney aaj tak mujhey

acha samjha hii nahin aap ney pehli baar ehsaas dilaya mera bhi koi

wajood hai, koi mujh sey bhi pyaar ker sakta hai, shayad main itni

buri nahin. Warna mujhey lagta tha mainey koi buhut bari ghalati kii

hai jiski saza hai yeh zindagi" No one ever thought of me as good

you've made me realize for th first time that I have an identity,

someone can love me too, maybe I'm not that bad. Else I'd always

thought I had sinned the reason I was being punished with such a

life she had spoken her woes aloud for the first time and it had

made her feel extremely vulnerable. She had bent her head low and

had let her tears flow free "Eyi Prachi" Milind had called out to her

but Prachi had not found the heart to face him. A replay of all the

occassions her father had cited her as unlucky for him had flashed

through her mind in an instant. She stood traumatized by the havoc

they created Milind had guaged her reflecting on past memories and

had thought it best to divert her attention. "Vaada nahin kiya

mujhsey?" You didn't make the promise he had reminded her and

she had wiped her tears before meeting his gaze "Koshish kerungi"

I'll try she had replied. "Kiya tujhey khud per yaqeen nahin? ya phir

shayad mujh per nahin" Do you not have faith in yourself or then in

me? he had instigated her "Aap per to hai khud per nahin..." I trust

you just not myself she had softly answered. "Aur agar main kahun

mera yaqeen hai tuu to..." And if I say you are my faith then... he

had probed "Itna yaqeen theek nahin" Such blind faith is not right

she had answered fear etched on her face "Merey yaqeen ko sach

banana tera kaam hai Prachi...." It's your work to uphold my trust

he had informed her "Aur agar tuut jaayega to " What if it breaks

"To tuutney mat dena" Then don't let it break he had provided her

with a solution.

"Kaisey?" How? she had asked through misty eyes "Mujh per

yaqeen ker key.... kereygi na Prachi" By believing in me..... will you

believe in me Prachi? and she had nodded her head in consent a

fresh tear falling from her eye. Milind had wiped it yet again "Malum

hota itna roti hai to eik baalti saath laata ghar sey" If I knew you'd

cry so much I'd have brought a bucket from home he had retorted

and she had smiled "Vaada?" Promise? he had asked putting out

his palm "Vaada" Promise she had smiled placing hers on his.

"Suniye" Listen she had addressed him a while later "Woh merey

paas puja main pehenney key liye kuch nahin" I don't have anything

to wear for the pooja she had explained to him as they drove

towards home and Milind had promised to get her something the

next day as he had spent his savings for the day on Sunaina's

colouring kit. That night Milind had handed her the piano he had

snatched from her a couple of days earlier and she had looked at

him quizzically. "Tujhey pasand haina bajana... is liye" You like

playing it... that's why he had clarified "Per yeh to aapka haina" But

this your's she had reminded him "Aaj sey tera bhi hai" Your's also

from tonight he had placed it on the bed before retiring to his own

room. Prachi had smiled running her fingers on the piano in

happiness and had proceeded to play her favourite tune

Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It somehow always soothed her

soul and as her fingers pressed the keys expertly she had felt

herself flow with the notes. Laying on his mat in the next room

Milind had listened to her playing to her heart's content and had

been struck with wonder at her immense talent with the instrument,

she truly was gifted in this sense. In a very long time had both slept

at peace for Prachi it had been a journey to self discovery and for

Milind happiness of a different kind altogether.

The next morning Prachi had been awoken by a din emanating from

the house next door she had quickly slipped on her slippers and

had rushed outside to see Nadra begum head on with Ali in what

appeared to be a verbal battle. "Kitni baar kahun aapsey bhaar

main gayi Salma or kachrey main gayi shaadi" How many times do I

tell you to hell with Salma and forget my marriage he had hollered in

fury. "Salma pasand nahin to kis rajkumari sey kareyga shaadi,

umer ho rahi hai main kitney din jiyungi or tera ghar bastey dekh

sukoon sey to merungi" If you don't like Salma who will you marry

then.. a princess? It's about time you got hitched atleast I'll die in

peace kowing you'r well settled Nadra begum had tried to

emotionally blackmail him. "Koi nahin mar rahiin aap or aainda aisey

baat kii ammi to qasam sey baat nahin kerunga aapsey kabhi" You'r

not dying and next time you say that I won't talk to you... ever this

was a spectacle for Prachi who had never seen Ali in a rage. Yes

Milind had informed her of his tantrums and mood swings but she

had never witnessed any first hand the reason she stood there

shocked to the core. "Dekh Milind bhi bahu ghar ley aaya kitni

susheel or sunder hai, kitni dekh bhaal kerti hai burhey susar kii

lekin tuu mujhey araam na kerney dena" See Milind has also

brought his wife home, what a sweet and loving girl takes care of

the father in law too but you cannot let me rest Ali's mother had

taunted him. "To apni marzi sey laaya hai thop to nahin diya kisi ney

Prachi ko uss per aap ko kiya lagta hai Salma sey shaadi kerkey

main khush rehunga?" He's married on his will no one forced her on

him do you think I'll remain happy after marrying Salma? he had

questioned her icily while he buttoned his shirt. "Milind key naseeb

achey they itni pyaar kerney waali patni mil gayi tujhey kon mileygi"

Milind is lucky he got such a loving wife where will you find one

from? she had wanted to know "Sach bata Ali tuu kisi ko chahta hai

keh nahin" Tell me honestly Ali do you love someone? and Ali had

stood still. How in the world did his mother have such a notion and

before the situation got worse Prachi had stepped in "Aunty woh Ali

ney mujhey bataya tha usey eik larki pasand hai bas aap kii ijazat

kii zarurat hai hum ussey aap sey milwaaney ley aayengey." Aunty

Ali told me he likes a girl we are just waiting for your permission to

make her meet you Ali had glared at Prachi hard her intrusion was

certainly not welcome "Batao na Ali aunty ko keh woh kitni achi hai

sach aunty buhut sunder hai.... or samajhdaar bhi hai." Tell aunty

how sweet and charming she is Ali and intelligent also. She had

tried to ease the situation and had succeeded considerably as

Nadra begum stood in deep thought. "Aunty Ali ki zindagi ka sawaal

hai please eik mouqa to dijiye na ussey aap kam az kam mil to lijiye

uss sey" It's Ali's life at stake here please give him one chance

atleast meet the girl once aunty she had tried to coax the elderly

lady. "Hmm theek hai naya daur hai humara kiya hai iss sey kaho

chai per bulaaye ussey phir faisla hoga" Fine the new generation

tell him to call her for tea I'll meet her then Nadra begum had

assented to meeting Ali's love interest and had left the place in ire,

her only son was really becoming a mystery for her. Soon after she

had left Ali had turned to Prachi "Kis ney kaha tha taang araaney

key liye..." Who asked you to butt in? he had asked rudely "Kyun

tum kisi sey pyaar nahin kertey?" Don't you love anyone? Prachi

had asked ruefully she had not expected such a reaction from him.

"Kerta huun per uss tak ko nahin bataya to maa ko kiya bataunga"I

do but i haven't told her yet how can I tell maa? he had sighed

heavily leaning on the wall in his lounge. "To bata do na aaj" Tell

her today she had suggested "Itna aasan hai, bola or ho gaya....

woh achi larki hai Prachi or phir main pyaar kerta huun uss sey woh

to nahin" It's that easy you said it and it's done besides I love her

she doesn't he had slammed his fist in the wall in trepidation. It was

then that Prachi realized that Ali was burning in the fire of one

sided love watching him mutter something inaudible she had

followed his hurried foot steps as he left the place in anger. Prachi

felt responsible for creating a mess Ali was right why did she have

to barge in on the mother and son. But she had only tried to help

she knew Ali was worked up because of his tiff with his mother

which had now become a daily routine but her reason for

involvement was Milind. No matter how hard he tried Milind could

not hide his anguish regarding Ali and his problems and Prachi could

not see him that way. That afternoon as Milind had helped her cook

Prachi had narrated the early morning events to him. "Prachi kiya

zarurat thii yeh bolney kii?" What was the need to say all this? he

had questioned her in shock " To kiya kerti aap meri jagah hotey to

yeh nahin kertey?" Wouldn't you have done the same if you were in

my stead? she had cross questioned him. "Ab kiya kereingey woh

ullu to kabhi batayega nahin Pam ko" Now what he's never going to

tell Pam about this he had fretted. "Pam" Prachi's eyes had shone in

excitement "aap jaantey hain usko?" do you know her? she had

asked in happiness... "Agar aap jaantey hain to ussey kisi tarah

yahaan ley aaiye baaqi main sanbhal luungi" If you know her get

her here someway I'll handle the rest and Milind had glowered at

her. "Kitney rishtey kera chuki hai jo sanbhaal leygi... itna aasan hai

kiya?" How many marriages have you fixed... that you'll handle it. Is

it that easy? he had smirked. "Hum koshish to ker saktey hain na...

please" We can try.. Prachi had pleaded and Milind had given in to

her puppy face. "Fine... kuch bhi garbar hui meri koi zimmedaari

nahin hai" Fine anything goes wrong I'm not accountable he had

consented though they both knew if anything happened it would be

Milind who would be facing Ali's wrath.

That evening Milind had taken her shopping to the bazaar he

usually shopped from and much to Prachi's surprise she had

enjoyed purchasing items there, not only were they cheaper but the

people selling the wares were more friendlier. Most of them knew

Milind and when they saw her with him she had quite a gala time.

Since they had never seen him accompanied by anyone they

mistook her for Sukriti but he clarified that as a wrong guess the

next assumption was definitely of his better half. "Arey bhabhi yeh

saree to buhut sunder dikheygi aap per" Bhabhi this saree will look

perfect on you Milind's friend Nakul had shown her a beautiful

crimson saree with a threadwork border in bottle green. Milind had

loved it the moment his eyes had rested on it he touched the fabric

in delight Prachi could see he liked it the only problem was she had

never worn a saree in her entire life. She fiddled with it dilly dallying

when Milind had turned to her "Prachi khareedna hai keh nahin?"

Prachi you want to buy it or not? he had asked and she had nodded

her head in assent, chiding herself for it all the while. But then

wasn't she supposed to act his wife their first puja together and

she wouldn't be in a saree how was she going to pull off the act if

the costume wasn't right. She followed as he took her to a place

selling ready made blouses "Choose your size I'll wait outside" he

had guided her inside disappearing in an adjacent shop. The

salesgirl was friendly and Prachi thought asking her for help

wouldn't be a bad idea. Pretty soon Prachi was learning to wrap a

saree around her and after countless tries had managed to tie one

on her own. She smiled in joy and repeatedly thanked the kind

salesgirl who couldn't help but return her smiles in similar fashion.

As they stepped out of the taxi back at their chawl they were

surrounded by a group of young girls in their teens. It appeared

they had been waiting for them "Kyun Milind bhaiyya chupkey

chupkey shaadi ker lii humko bataya bhi nahin" Milind bhaiyya you

got married secretly and didn't even tell us a young girl in her

twenties stepped forward complaining to Milind in a loving tone

causing Milind to smile. "Teri bhabhi ney time hii kahaan diya kuch

sochney ka" You'r bhabhi never gave me any time to think he had

answered truthfully reminiscing on the terrorist attack at the airport

causing Prachi to look away guiltily.

"Haan bhabhi itni sunder hai isi liye to aapney time nahin lagaya

nahin to koi aur ley jaata ura key" Yes bhabhi is so beautiful you

didn't waste any time else someone else would've flown away with

her an other girl had pitched in. Prachi had blushed shyly while

Milind had found the situation extremely awkward and had tried to

flee."Naina main chalun tum log Prachi sey baatein kero" Naina I'll

leave you can talk to Prachi he had started to walk away when

Naina had pulled him to the wooden platform they all used as a

common place for chatting in the courtyard. "Kahiin nahin jaa rahey

bhaiyya jaldi sey battaiye aapki love story" You'r not leaving till you

tell us your lovestory and Milind had stared at her in surprise now

however did they manage to have that particular idea. Naina was

one of Sukriti's best friends at the chawl she was often spotted at

his house while the girls chatted, studied and ate together. Milind

had come to accept her as a younger sister over time, the sole

reason she mingled freely with him without any qualms. "Kisney

kaha love marriage hai?" Who said it's a love marriage? Milind had

questioned still confounded "Oh come on bhaiyya sab ko malum hai

Ali bhaiyya ney humain bata diya hai kaisey aap ney bhabhi ko

gundon sey bachaya tha. Unko aap sey pehli nazar main pyaar ho

gaya... muscles wuscles you know. " Bhaiyya everyone knows Ali

bhaiyya has told everyone how you saved her from the goons and

how she fell in love with you after that and the group assembled

there had laughed aloud. Prachi had turned crimson embarrassed to

the core Ali had spun quite an elaborate story and now she sat

surrounded by a group of intrigued teenagers who had found the

love story extremely interesting. "Kyun Bhabhi am I right?" Naina

had asked and Prachi had looked at Milind for help "Woh... yeh...

hum" That.. I.. um she faltered she couldn't find words to support

this work of fiction. "Is it true bhabhi you left your dad's wealth and

comfortable life to marry Milind bhaiyya" and Prachi stared at Anju

as if she had lost her brain."Yeh bhi hua tha?" This happened too?

Prachi had replied catching Milind's eye who had rolled his own in

disbelief trust Ali to make a mountain out of a mole hill. "Sach

bhabhi bari lucky ho Milind bhaiyya miley tumhain pata hai kitney

shareef hain aaj tak kisi larki sey dosti bhi nahin kii" Bhabhi you'r

lucky you found Milind bhaiyya he's a true gentleman never ever

had any female friend also Naina had informed her "Larkiyaan to

khud inkey aagey peechey ghumti rehti theen" Girls used to pester

him to be friends with them Naina had further fanned Prachi's

curiousity. "Haan shareef to hain, itna to malum hai mujhey" I know

he's a thorough gentleman she had softly assented smiling at him

and he had been caught in the moment, why did she have to be so

mesmerizing he had wondered then. "Waisey kitni larkiyaan theen

tumhaarey bhaiyya kii fan?" So how many fans did your brother

have? she had pulled Milind's leg who had collected the packets and

had stood up to leave. "Bhabhi puja main to aaogi na waisey

suhaganon kii hii to puja hai" Bhabhi are you coming in the prayers?

Naina had asked Prachi smiling at her and Prachi had vigorously

nodded in assent hurrying after Milind who had made a dash for his

house.

Chp 19

Come Sunday Prachi was nervous rather than that scared with the

fact that the chawl residents might just see through Milind's lie and

then that would be an end to her stay. Also she did not want Milind

to feel insulted because of her she had asked Naina about the

rituals for the pooja since she was quite unaware of it Naina had in

turn informed her that it was Teej puja. Attired in traditional sarees

and lehangas, women congregate to worship Parvati Ma, who took

108 births to reunite with Lord Shiva. On this day, the idol of

Goddess Parvati is bedecked with rich silk cloth and heavy jewelry.

This day is considered very important as married women and

engaged girls observe fast for long and healthy life of their husband

and to-be-husband. Prachi had found the entire ritual quite

interesting it would be her first commemoration of the Gods since

she had never attended a single pooja in her entire life. True she

had seen Kaka perform his daily prayers and then the prayers her

father got conducted by the Brahmin pundit on her mother's death

anniversary so that her soul rested in peace. But she had never

attended a social gathering like this before she wondered if she

would be able to complete all the rituals properly and maintain her

facade throughout. She neither had fasted before and hoped she

would pull through the day without committing any major blunders.

Saturday was the pre fasting day the women had gathered to pay

homage to their diety and then commence the fast from midnight

onwards. Prachi had decided to give it her best shot if she would

indeed have to attend the pooja to repay Milind's kindness she'd do

it. Saturday evening she had joined the chawl women in their feast

before the commencing of the fast and had quite a lovely time with

Naina, Sheetal, Veena and Arti all lived in the same chawl and were

the best of friends. Naina had introduced her to all of them and they

had applied henna on Prachi's hands as it was customary to have

the hands painted and Prachi had loved the idea watching Arti work

in fascination. "Let it dry and wash it off before eating" Arti had told

her expertly weaving intricate patterns on her palms. The feast had

ended soon and Prachi had returned happy and content while the

wait had nearly killed Milind "Itni der Prachi" So late Prachi he had

remarked grumpily. "Sorry but main kiya kerun itna mazaa aa raha

tha I was enjoying myself really see I got my hands painted" she

had displayed her palms for his inspection. He had smiled was more

intrigued to see a bold M engraved on her palm standing out amidst

the floral pattern. "Yeh?" This? he had questioned eyebrows knitted

in confusion "Woh pati key naam ka pehla akshar you'r name's first

alphabet" she smiled and he had laughed aloud. "Asli pati ka

likhwaati na mera kyun likhwaya" You should've gotten the real

one's alphabet written then why mine? he had grinned "Ab yeh asli

naqli kiya hota hai right now it's you" What's real and unreal you'r

the one for now she had remarked carelessly though to Milind it had

been a wish he longed to be fulfilled.

It had been a hard task for Prachi to avoid Milind all Sunday since he

could not understand her loss of appetite for the entire day. "Prachi

tuu theek to haina?" Are you feeling alright? he had inquired

concerned. "Haan kyun?" Yes why? she had questioned "To kuch

khaya kyun nahin, naashta nahin kiya ab khana nahin kha rahi...

masla kiya hai?" Then why aren't you eating anything you didn't

have breakfast now you'r not having dinner what's the problem? he

had wanted a straight answer fearing she might be sick or not

feeling well. "Woh mainey vrat rakha haina" Oh I'm fasting that's

why she had informed him and his jaw had dropped open. "Kyun?"

Why he had asked incedulously... "Kis ney kaha tha rakhney ko?"

Who asked you to keep it and Prachi had batted her eyes in

bewilderment "Sab ney rakha tha to rakhna zaruri tha na" Everyone

was keeping it it's a ritual how could i not then? she had replied still

confused at his ire. "Uff Prachi yeh natak hai sach nahin zindagi

main vrath rakha hai woh bhi purey chaubees ghantey ka... sab

bakwaas hai khana khao chal ker" Oh Prachi all this is an act not

reality have you ever fasted in life that too for twenty four hours...

just forget it and come for lunch he had commanded shocked at her

predicament. How was he to explain that they were not married

and she needn't keep the fast for him but she was adamant "Ab

rakha hai to pura kerungi" I'll complete it now and that had irritated

Milind further as he had stomped out of the house in anger. He had

gone on his usual round with the taxi hoping to secure some cash

for the day he usually didn't work on Sundays but the current

situation had maddened him. He hadn't wanted her jeopardizing

her health for his sake and she would not listen to him. Roaming

street after street he drove around the city he had stopped at a tea

stall to have a drink when he saw a man sit there slurping tea with

a basket filled with colourful bangles. Forgetting about the tea he

had walked upto him. "Yeh kitney kii hain?" How much are these?

he had pointed towards a cluster of crimson bangles "Saahab

aapkey liye sirf bees rupey" Just twenty rupees for you and Milind

had paid for them smiling. They would go perfectly with her saree,

that evening Naina had rapped at the door impatiently "Didi jaldi

chalo puja shuru ho jaayegi" Didi come fast the prayers will

commence soon she had called Prachi from the doorway. Milind had

returned home keeping in mind that Prachi had to leave for the

pooja and he'd need to look after Baba he sat on the sofa polishing

his shoes. "Tuu baith main dekhta huun" Sit I'll see he had assured

her entering the room he found Prachi wearing the saree he had

bought her she looked different graceful rather more beautiful. Her

face was devoid of makeup but it's innocence glowed off it her

lustrous hair was pinned on either side she had found some of

Sukriti's jewelry probably from the store room and had cleaned it.

Milind remembered gifting Sukriti the gold plated necklace and

earrings she currently wore she seemed unhappy though struggling

with her blouse. "Tuu tayyar nahin hui Naina intezaar ker rahi hai

tera" Aren't you ready yet Naina's waiting he had reminded her and

she had nodded her head in assent. "Jii" Yes She had tried to insert

the pins in her blouse once again unfortunately instead of the fabric

the pin had pricked her soft flesh. She moaned in pain causing Milind

to panic "Kiya hua?" What happened? he had asked in anguish

"Kuch nahin" Nothing? she had tried to move away when he saw

blood smear her blouse from the back. "Kiya ker rahi hai Prachi?"

What the hell are you doing? he questioned shocked at her

foolishness in an attempt to pin up her loose blouse she had

pricked herself innumerable times and the wounds bled now.

Snatching the pins from her hand he threw them away stomping

outside he told Naina he'd bring Prachi to the temple himself. Taking

the first aid kit he entered the room to see her wear the black

beaded necklace he had brought remembering the essential items

required for her to play her part effectively. "Betho" Sit he had

ordered her his grim face indicated his furor and Prachi had

assented even though she was apprehensive about him applying

ointment to her. "Main khud laga..." I'll apply it my she had stated

meekly only to look up to blazing eyes he had not repeated but she

had understood his command sitting on the bed her back to him.

"Kis gadhey ney kaha tha yeh pehenney ko, bola tha tujh sey apna

size khareedna kiska size liya hai?" Who asked you wear this? I'd

asked you to get your size who's size is this? he reprimanded her

vehemently. Taking out the cotton wool he drenched it in dettol the

blouse was loose enough for him to lift it a bit and watch her

handiwork.Her milky skin had turned crimson pushing it further up

he rolled the cloth a bit at the top tightening it around the ends so

that it stayed put.

Dabbing the wounds with the ointment he felt her wince as it stung

her she suppressed another moan biting her lip. "Prachi yeh nahin

lag raha tha to bata deti na mujhey" If you couldn't do it you

could've told me he was extremely unhappy to see her skin swell

changing shades and wondered whether he should send her to the

pooja at all. "Woh mera size nahin tha uskey paas" They didn't

have my size she had informed him in a moist voice. "To uss waqt

kyun nahin kaha duusri dukaan dekh letey" Why didn't you tell me

then we could've gone to another shop he had chided her "Or agar

nahin fit ho raha tha to bhar main daalti kuch or pehen leti yeh

karney kii kiya zarurat thi" And if this wasn't fitting you could've

worn something else was it so necessary to wear it blowing on the

injury he tried to ease her pain taking out band aids he peeled

them and pasted them in place. "Aap ney itney dil sey dilaayi thi

nahin pehenti to aapka dil tuut jaata" You had bought it for me so

lovingly if I hadn't worn it you'd have been heart broken she

explained him and he had felt like smacking his forehead. "Main

kahunga jaan dey dey to dey degi Prachi" I'll tell you die you'll die

for me Prachi he had mocked her obedience "haan" yes she had

replied in a serious tone that had caused Milind's fingers to pause

momentarily. The conviction her voice bore had touched him she

trusted him to the extent of putting her life in his hands. Rolling

down her blouse he had turned her to face him "Pooja main jaana

zaruri nahin Prachi" You don't have to go to the prayers he couldn't

let her suffer at his hands. "Nahin Milind wahaan sab intizaar ker

rahey hongey mera" No Milind everyone will be expecting me there

she had negated his suggestion immediately. "Per Prachi takleef

main to bhagwaan bhi maaf ker deta hai chor mat jaa main dekh

luunga in logon ko" But Prachi even God forgives when in pain I'll

see to them worry evident from his eyes." Aap bas issey pin up ker

dijiye main chali jaungi" Just pin this up please and I'll leave she

had tried to pacify him "Main jo keh raha huun samajh nahin aata...

nahin jaa rahi kahin bhi yahin beth ghar main" Don't you

understand what I'm saying... you'r not going anywhere sit at home

he had shouted in frustration. "Per woh log baatein banaiengey

Milind" People will talk about us then Milind she had reminded him

"Bananey do yehi to aata hai unko" Let them that's all they know to

do anyways he was furious at himself for coming up with this fib

that was causing her such misery. "Milind" she had held his hand

seating him beside her "Aap hii ney to kaha tha zindagi phoolon kii

sej nahin, or har eik ko unkey hissey kii khushian bhi milti hain .

Mujhey aapka yaqeen banaaye rakhna hai please mujh per apna

vishvaas banaye rakhiye" You'r the one who told me life is not easy

and we do get our share of happiness too. Let me uphold my trust

in you and you maintain your's on me she had requested softly.

Milind had found it difficult to condemn her pleas her kohl rimmed

eyes were fixed on him her hands on his arm how could he refuse.

She was right he had been the one to instill faith in her she needed

to be able to prove herself to the world and to her ownself. Sighing

he had opened the drawer to search for a needle and matching

thread as he threaded the needle she had smiled all his wrath was

just a charade to mask his concern for her. Pushing away her thick

curtain of hair he exposed her back to him pleating the blouse he

expertly sewed together the pleats from the ends and with a little

effort the middle part. All this while he had tried to focus on the

needle and not on the flawless creamy skin beneath the fabric

cursing himself for even thinking about it when all he should be

thinking of was her well being.

"Thank you" Prachi had smiled flinging her hair back she looked

beautiful naiive and sweet and Milind wondered whether she could

hear his heart beat in his chest like a stallion running wild. He

averted his eyes to the figurines on the table "Eik ghantey baad

sharafat sey ghar aa jaana nahin aayi to main khud aa jaunga

leiney waisey bhi katha hii sunni hai na" One hour and I want you

home else I'll come to get you besides you just have to listen to the

story right he simply hadn't wanted her to leave her swollen skin

fresh in his mind. "Uff Milind buhut chinta kertey hain aap I'll be fine

don't worry" she had tried to pacify him. "I'm not hearing anything

one hour and I want you back home" he had warned her carefully

pinning her saree's pallu on her shoulder. He had then escorted

her to the temple located near the chawl where the prayers were

taking place. Once there Prachi had located Naina and in her

association greeted the other women from the chawl. Milind had

stood on the steps of the temple till she had taken her seat beside

Naina and Sheetal who had accompanied their mothers to the

prayer. Naina had caught Milind watching them and had waved to

him assuring him that she would take care of his wife for him Milind

had smiled in gratitude and had left. The pooja was interesting and

surprisingly Prachi had enjoyed the entire affair. She had learnt a lot

of her mythology and culture and felt enlightened thinking it wasn't

a bad idea afterall an hour flew by and before she knew it Milind

was there to take her back. He stood at the steps beckoning her to

come while she kept gesticulating for him to leave. All this was

witnessed by Mrs Sabarwal with keen eyes who was itching to

gossip "Ab chali bhi jao najaaney kiya kaam hai becahrey ka" Go

now look atthe poor soul God knows what calamity has befallen him

she had teased Prachi sarcastically. All the other women gathered

there had smiled at Milind's concern for Prachi while she had

blushed in embarrassment sprinting up to him she had assured him

"Milind I'm fine don't worry please.". "I'm not worrying and you'r not

staying" he had held her hand he certainly did not find her presence

there important. He would've walked off with her had Mrs Sabarwal

not intervened "Aisa bhi kiya hai Milind bethney to do issey

humaarey paas bhi hum bhi to bahu sey kuch baatein ker lein saara

din to hoti hai tumhaarey saath." Oh Milind let us spend some time

with you'r precious wife she does spend the whole day with you

now doesn't she. A ripple of laughter had ruptured amidst the

crowd and Milind had left Prachi's hand this was not the right time

to take Prachi along with him the last thing he wished was to be

suspected by the gossip queen herself. "Theek hai main chor deta

huun per iski tabiyat kharab hai aap khayal rakhiyega iska" Fine I'll

let her be but she's not feeling well so please take care of her he

had told her before turning there was nothing more he could do.

Before he could leave though he had heard Mrs Rawal's voice "Arey

Prachi yeh set wohi to nahin jo Sukriti pehna kerti thii... kuch naya

nahin dilaya Milind ney tujhey" Prachi isn't this the same necklace

Sukriti used to wear... didn't Milind get you anything new? and

Milind had felt saddened even though his resources were meagre

he had endeavoured to keep Prachi happy . He would've left with a

burdened heart had he not heard Prachi's voice float from behind

"Milind jitna ker saktey hain kertey hain or in zewaron kii mujhey

zarurat nahin. Mera asal zewar to Milind hain jo anmol hai uss sey

zyaada ki mujhey chahat nahin" Milind does what he can do for me I

do not require jewelry as Milind is my jewel rare and precious I do

not need anything besides him with that she had regained her

position near Naina. Turning around she had spotted Milind watch

her with gratitude she had smiled giving him a thumbs up and he

had mouthed a thank you in return his eyes reflective of his pride

and joy.

Prachi had realized Milind's concern for her and had felt immense

elation at his care he was a true friend and she was happy their

friendship was strengthening day by day. The pooja had ended and

Prachi had returned to the chawl with the other ladies to break her

fast. She felt faint having never fasted but willed herself to move on

as she reached the chawl premises she could no longer bear the

fatigue and had fallen unconscious. Naina had run up to Milind's

house asking him to come quick as Prachi had fainted in the

courtyard Milind had sprinted down the stairs to see a small crowd

gathered around her. "Prachi... Prachi " he had called out to her

worriedly patting her cheeks in anguish as she stirred drowsily

"Milind" she had murmured and he had lifted her in his arms.

Bringing her home he had laid her on the bed gently rubbing her

palms calling out to her all the while. She had finally come around

and lay exhausted on the bed "I'm sorry Milind" she had apologized

and Milind had placed his finger on her lips. "Baat mat kerna mujh

sey..." Don't talk to me he had remarked in a hurt tone "Kyun Milind

aap ab tak khafa hain mujh sey?" Are you still mad at me? she had

questioned him in torment. He had tried to stand up when she had

caught his hand in her own trying to sit up and he had been forced

to seat himself again. "Main theek huun I'm fine Milind... I promise"

she had attempted to persuade him while he could see that was

not the case. There were still two hours to midnight and Milind had

decided to divert her attention till the time he had shown her the

bangles he had purchased that evening for her. "Merey liye!" For

me she squealed happily and Milind's heart had done a somersault

to watch her that way her hazel eyes shining like lamps. "Pehen na"

Wear them he had requested and she had pushed them on the her

fingers hurriedly. "Arey tuut jayegi" They'll break Milind had caught

her soft hands in his own taking them from her he proceeded to

gently slide them on her wrists going on with the task assidiously.

She shook her hands in joy and laughed as they tinkled while Milind

had revelled in her bliss. They had whiled away their time

exchanging stories of their childhood. Milind had told her about the

innumerous pranks he and Ali had pulled off as children. In return

Prachi had narrated the few incidents she had managed to share

with Ayesha and Kaka.

As the clock had struck twelve Milind had escorted her to the

courtyard where all the husbands had congregated to break their

wives fasts. It was a pleasant affair with the women happily

chattering while their husbands provided them with the eatables

set on a large table in the middle of the courtyard. Prachi had been

excused from arrangements for the midnight feast since she was

not feeling well but Sheetal and Naina had come to invite her and

Milind to it. They had trooped down to see the other residents

waiting for them and had joined them. A bronze platter had been

handed to them filled with delicacies Milind had found a secluded

corner near the steps and had guided Prachi to it who was

ravenous by now. "Kiya khayegi pehley?" What will you eat before

he had teased her and she had stared at him why couldn't they just

start eating. She watched silently as he roved his eyes on the

platter and had sighed wondering how long it would take him to

finalize the item. Milind's smile had deepened as he took the jalebi

and held it out to her "Kha lo Eat it I was joking" and she had

smiled biting in it savouring the sweetmeat holding up a piece to

him she had willed him to eat. "Tuu kha na You eat I'll eat later"

Milind had denied he knew they would only get one platter and she

was the one who had fasted she deserved it. "Aap ney bhi subeh

chai key ilawa kuch nahin khaya ab khaiye warna main bhi nahin

khaungi" You haven't had anything except you'r morning tea now

eat or I won't eat too she had threatened him and he had assented

at once. "Prachi woh Pam ka kiya kerna hai?" What about Pam?

Milind had asked as they ate "Kiya kerna hai matlab?" she had

inquired. "Tuu ney kaha tha ussey yahaan ley aaun phir kuch

kareingey main ley bhi aaya to tuu kiya kareigi?" You said if I

brought her here you'd handle it what do you plan on doing? he

had questioned since he planned on relieving his friend from his

misery soon. "I'll talk to her Milind I think she should know about

Ali's feelings for her before we proceed further. If he is not willing to

bare his heart to her we'll have to create a situation where she

knows his feelings without him knowing about it". Milind had been

extremely pleased with her idea and had hoped they could pull it off

triumphantly. As they sat feeding each other Arti had passed by

them "Kyun didi mehendi ka rang kaisa aaya?" Did how is you'r

henna's colour? she had asked Prachi who had displayed her palms

to her cheerfully. "Kitna gehra hai na?" See how dark it is she had

chirped and Arti had giggled "Woh to aana hii tha na apkey pati itna

pyaar jo kertey hain aapsey" Well that had to be since you'r

husband loves you so much and Prachi had lowered her eyes to her

palms where the M stood out amidst the designs. "Didi chooriyaan

buhut achi hain" The bangles are really beautiful Arti had

complimented her and she had looked at Milind catching his eye

"Inhon ney gift diya hai" He gifted them to me she had replied

smiling at Milind there was a distinct light in her eyes that had not

escaped him. As the night advanced the crowd had gradually

dispersed not before blessing Prachi and Milind for a long and happy

married life, they had also returned home their hearts brimming with

happiness and contentment.

Chp 20

That night Milind had requested Prachi to play him a tune on the

piano "Tuu buhut acha bajati hai" You play very well he had smiled

encouraging her and her lips had turned in a shy smile "Really?" she

had inquired and he had nodded in assent. She had then played

him one of Mozart's number and he had listened spell bound eyes

closed heart floating with the sweet notes. As she finished she had

smiled watching him intently she had come to like him very much

and hoped their friendship continued for a life time. "Milind" she had

called him out and he had opened his eyes to see her look at him

apprehensively. "Hmm" he had answered "woh .. aap.. " she had

started and he somehow knew she was up with another of her

feminine problems. "Hm.. main .. woh..." she stammered "seedhay

seedhay bolo kiya kaam hai" Tell me properly what is it that you

want he had remarked dreading another fiasco like the lingerie one

earlier. "Can you open the stitches you made in my blouse I

wanted to change the saree it's uncomfortable" and he had exhaled

his bated breath. "Sure" he had assented finding the scissors from

the drawer steeling his nerves he once again focused on the

stitches prying them open he would've finished his task had the

power not gone off then. "Isko bhi abhi jaana tha" This had to go

just now Milind had done away with half of them and had been

irritated thinking he'd have to do the rest by candle light. "Ruko

yahin I'll get the candle" Wait here he had walked out in the pitch

dark soon he returned with one burning brightly.

Prachi fidgeted uncomfortably she had borne the blouse for the

pooja but couldn't any longer it was tight and her wounds ached

underneath it. Asking her to hold the candle Milind proceeded with

the rest of the stitches opening them all all would've been fine if

Prachi hadn't tripped on his foot and the candle hadn't toppled over

burning her with the scalding liquid wax. She stifled a scream and

moved away in pain "Prachi.. Prachi" Milind had called out adjusting

his eyes to the dark groping around for the candle. He had relit it

and placed it on his desk Prachi certainly had been burnt though the

burns weren't serious her skin had seared she stood silent

shedding tears. "Kahaan jala?" he had inquired "It's ok she had

managed in a muffled voice. "It's not ok let me see" he had

persisted "I said it's fine" she had repeated. "Don't you trust me

Prachi?" he had questioned her nothing mattered more than her

wellbeing to him and Prachi had assented. Bringing the first aid kid

he had unhooked her blouse from the back doing away with the

remaining stitches exposing her skin Prachi's muscles had flexed

slightly feeling his touch on her bare skin. He studied the burns

before applying ointment on them gently blowing on them which

made her flesh tingle. She though could not help but relax as he

massaged her back in the dim light "How do you manage to get

hurt so easily and so often" he had mused aloud his fingers working

the ointment gently on her skin. " I guess I know you'll be there to

take care of me" she had smiled and he shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm not going to be around forever Prachi you better start taking

care of yourself" he had chided her. "Aren't we going to be friends

after I return home?" she had asked shocked turning around to look

at him.

"We'll see when the time comes Prachi" he had gently assured her

afraid that she might turn upset with the thought and fret over it.

"No tell me we are friends for life right... I have no other best friend

beside you now" he could see she spoke the truth as her eyes

glowed in the amber light of the candle beams her hands clasping

his. "We are friends for life Prachi" he had pacified her gently

squeezing her hands. "And you'll never leave me" she had

questioned apprehensive about the twist in their relationship "I'll

never leave you... I promise" he had vowed to her afraid of

breaking it soon since he knew once she returned back to her world

she might never think of him again. "Thanks" she had whispered

softly she felt much more comfortable. "Ab dard to nahin?" Does it

hurt now? he had asked as she had moved away from him "Nahin

aap ney dawaii lagayii hai na is liye dard nahin"No you applied the

ointment so its not paining anymore she had assured him and he

had felt relieved atleast she wasn't in pain something he couldn't

bear. "You change in something comfortable and get rid of this

stupid blouse" he had told her picking up the candle. He wondered

why it bothered him so much her tears, her ache, even her thoughts

as if he was responsible for everything about her. The change in his

heartbeat made him dizzy he wondered why it accelerated

everytime her eyes rested on him, now too she looked at him

intently. "Kuch kaam hai?" You need something? he had inquired to

break the thick silence. "Aap sey kuch puchun... bura to nahin

maaneingey" Would you mind if I asked you something? she had

asked and he had smiled "Nahin" No he had assented sitting down

on her bed replacing the candle on the table while she stood near

the open window. "Kiya aapko malum hai pyaar kiya hota hai?...

kaisey hota hai?" Do you know what is love and how do ppl fall in

it? she had questioned him in hope of gaining knowledge on the

most complex subject in life. "Pyaar" Love he had mused his lips

curling slightly "Aaj pyaar kyun yaad aa gaya?" How come you

remembered it so suddenly? he had inquired positively intrigued by

her unusual query. "Kuch to hota hoga na pyaar main jo woh insaan

ko itna sab kuch dey deta hai hosla, himmat, junoon. Ali Pam sey

pyaar kerta hai uss key liye sab kuch kerney ko tayyar hai. Papa

ney maa sey pyaar kiya tha unkey jaaney key chaubees saal baad

bhi unhain bhula nahin paaye. Main chahti huun main bhi pyaar

kerun kisi insaan sey .... aisey shakhs sey jo mujhey chahey jaisi

main huun waisi bina koi tabdeeli ya badlaav key... Kiya pyaar aisa

ho sakta hai?" There must be something to it that it provides so

much to a person confidence and passion. Ali loves Pam and is

ready to do anything for her. Papa loved my maa and can't forget

her even after twenty four years of her death. I wish to love

someone too. Someone who would love me for what I am.. without

changing me. Can that happen? she had wanted to know. "Tujhey

kyun lagta hai koi tujhey badalna chahyga... tuu jaisi hai waisi achi

hai" Why do you think anyone would want to change you... you'r

perfect the way you are? Milind had tried to keep his irritation in

check. Why did she think so low of herself it angered him to see her

that way he wanted her to be confident about herself, know that

she was worth being loved. Prachi had looked up him startled even

though his face remained expressionless his tone had conveyed his

ire to her. "Aap bura maan gaye?" You'r angry she had mumbled

"Nahin tera sawaal ghalat nahin per tuu kyun yeh sochti hai tuu

jaisi hai waisi achi nahin"No you'r question's fine it's just why do

you think you'r not good enough the way you are he had

reprimanded her. "Har insaan eik jaisa nahin hota Prachi... or pyaar

uskey baarey main itna hii keh sakta huun keh pyaar kiya nahin

jaata ho jaata hai" No two people are the same... as for love you

don't do it, it happens he had told her somberly getting up to leave

it was past his bedtime. "Eik waqt aisa bhi aayega Prachi jab tera

dil kisi key liye dharkeyga.... uski khushi uski muskaan terey liye sab

sey ehm hogi... tab jaan jaana keh yeh pyaar hai... samjhi" There

will be a time Prachi when your will beat for someone in patricular,

his happiness and smile will mean the world to you... when that

happens consider yourself in love he had smiled and she had smiled

too atleast now she knew what to expect of when in love.

The next day Milind had left for Ali's garage after his day's work he

needed to trace out Pam it was essential for his friend's happiness.

He had gone there to see Ali's pals at work while Ali was

unavailable he wondered where exactly it was that Ali had taken off

to that afternoon "Suleman Ali kidhar hai?" Where is Ali? Milind had

called out the boy busy welding a car door. "Ali bhai to haji darbar

gaye hain" Ali has gone to Haji Ali's mausoleum he had replied

offering Milind tea which he had waved off. "Kabhi gaya hai?" When

did he leave? Milind had asked he needed to talk to Ali distancing

himself from reality was not the solution. He would've left had he

not spotted Pam wheeling her scooty in the workshop. "Where's

Ali?" she had asked Suleman who had given her the same answer

he had provided Milind with moments earlier. Milind noticed her face

had lost its smile he hoped it was as he felt walking up to her he

had exchanged greetings. "Didn't you just get it fixed a week

back?" he had inquired pleasantly while Pam stared at him through

her magnified eyes adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose

she mumbled the reason for her arrival. "Uh.. um the wheel was

acting funny" Milind noticed her knuckles whiten as she gripped the

handle bar forcefully averting her gaze to his feet. "Sure it was... let

me have a look I believe I can fix it" he had crouched near the rear

tyre inspecting it, it was deflated "Yeah looks like some naughty kid

was up with his tricks" he had smiled brightly he knew exactly what

the problem was. He had seen Ali fix the tyre last week when he

had come to get his gear box examined she probably had deflated it

again herself. " I think I should go" she had wanted to escape his

assessing eyes. "Well since the tyre's all funny and you probably

will need a lift let me drop you to your destination" Milind had

offered her a ride in the taxi.

"Uh no thanks" she had tried to wheedle away. "Hmm well I was

planning on picking Ali up on the way you could tell him your

problem then" "My problem" Pam had turned sharply... "your scooty

and all" Milind had made peace guiding her to the taxi. She had

handed the scooty over to Suleman who had winked at Milind it

appeared Ali's secret was quite an open one atleast at the garage.

Milind had driven to Piya Haji Ali's tomb located near the coast "Why

are we here?" Pam had questioned confounded "I thought I told

you we'd be picking up Ali" he had reminded her stepping out of the

vehicle he stood waiting for her. They walked on the pathway their

bare feet washed over by the cool sea water. Pam had never been

to any such place before and found her skirt blouse extremely

inappropriate for the occassion. Untying her scarf from around her

neck she had tied it firmly around her head atleast it covered some

part of her hair. They meandered through crowds that thronged the

place each individual there for different reasons. "Haji Ali she had

heard the name she knew Ali was a devotee he would often go

there Suleman had told her about his visits earlier walking up the

steps they entered the mausoleum together. A strong waft of fresh

roses welcomed them while devotees stood praying silently Milind

had spotted Ali standing near the marble structure surrounding the

saint's grave. Asking Pam to stay put he had ambled upto his friend

lost in conversation with God, his lips chanted silent prayers his

eyes closed in concentration. Milind waited for a good fifteen

minutes before Ali opened his eyes to see Milind stand beside him

"Tu kab aaya?" When did you come? Ali had asked astounded. "Jo

duaaein maang raha tha puuri kerney aaya huun" I just came to

grant you all your wishes he had smiled and Ali had stared at him in

bewilderment now what was Milind upto. They retreated to where

Pam stood tying a colourful ribbon to the grill in the rear of the

mausoleum. "Tum!" You!! Ali had cried in astonishment and she had

raised her eyes to his. "He brought me here" she had pointed

towards Milind who seemed to be engrossed in the colourful woolen

ribbons. "What's this?" he asked Pam intrigued. "These are ribbons

you tie them here and pray for happiness or anything else you

want" she had narrated to him how she had come to know about it

through a woman who was busy tying it earlier.

Both Ali and Milind had taken their ribbons and tied them following

Pam's lead praying to find love, peace and happiness in their lives

and of their loved ones. Finishing the chore Ali had turned to Milind

"Issey yahaan kyun laaya?" Why did you bring her here? he had

hissed angrily "Iss liye laaya takeh tuu iss sey apney dil kii baat keh

sakeyr" So that you could tell her what you feel for her Milind had

tied to reason. Pam who had been within earshot had intervened

"Can we leave now" she had inquired "Not before he tells you

something" Milind had stalled her. The place they stood at was far

from the resting place of the revered saint and a few people milled

about, "Milind yeh kiya mazaq hai" Milind is this a joke? Ali had

protested "Mazaq nahin sach hai tuu bata raha hai ya main bataun

ussey kab tak chupaayega uss sey" No its not a joke either you tell

her or I will till when do you intend to hide it from her? Milind had

wanted to know. "What are you both talking about?" Pam had

questioned restlessly this wasn't looking good to her at all. "You

know Pam I think you need to talk to Ali, its high time he cleared up

some things" Milind had told Pam in a serious tone. Leaving them

both staring at his broad back Milind had left for home. He could do

only this rest was upto them to figure out if indeed Ali loved Pam as

much as he claimed to he would enlighten her on his thought

process regarding her.

"So what is it that you wish to say Ali?" Pam had inquired looking at

him inquisitively standing in the mausoleum Ali couldn't lie "I love

you Pam... very much. I guess ever since I saw you I never knew

how to put it to you I was scared you wouldn't accept me I'm

neither rich nor handsome moreover I'm not even of your religion"

he had enlightened her on the feelings he harboured for her in low

tones and Pam's eyes had watered. "Why did you never tell me

earlier Ali?" she had asked him and he had looked up at her in

surprise. "Why do you think I came to your garage every second

day, deliberately tampering with my stupid scooty. Just so that I

could see you Ali, talk to you share a moment or two. You'r the only

ray of sunshine in my life" she had wept and he had hugged her in

elation. "I'm so sorry Pam I thought you didn't like me" "Why

wouldn't I like you Ali you'r smart, handsome and I couldn't ever

miss the way your eyes lit up when you saw me" she had told him

releasing herself from his strong embrace. "It's just that I'm an

orphan, don't have a family I thought your family wouldn't accept

me neither would you " she sobbed mutely. "I really don't care

about all this it's you I love not your family tree.... so wanna meet

my maa?" he had inquired smiling and she had assented lowering

her head shyly. "Will aunty like me Ali?" she had wanted to know.

"Who wouldn't like you..." he had answered and they had left the

tomb hand in hand their prayers had certainly been accepted and

answered.

Chp 21

Two months had passed in the blink of an eye and now it worried

Milind to think that pretty soon Prachi would be leaving him he had

fallen quite in love with her. Each passing day had strengthened

their bond of friendship and she had stepped in his heart

noiselessly he wished God would have mercy and grant her to him.

Baba's condition though remained the same Prachi's sessions had

allowed him to speak in a slurred way but no noticeable

improvement was seen in his limb control and that sometimes

worried Prachi. She had come to treasure Milind the countless

occassions on which he had helped her been by her side was heart

warming for her. He was the first person to have instilled faith and

confidence in her she no longer considered herself a jinx rather

desired to live life to the fullest. Ali wished his friend to have his

share of happiness he was the one who had granted him his. Ali

had called Pam over for tea after their confession at the mausoleum

that day, Nadra begum hadn't been too impressed with her knee

length skirt and had warned Ali to get her to wear salwar kameez.

She hadn't been against the match as she could see love burning

her son's soul moreover she wanted him to get settled it could be

any girl he would stay happy with then. Prachi had been blissfully

happy to see Pam and Ali smile at each other warmly after Nadra

begum had approved the match ofcourse Milind had been

quintessential in getting her to assent on it.

"Chachi maan jaiye Pam achi larki hai aur phir uska duniya main koi

nahin aapko bahu key saath beti bhi mil jaayegi" Chachi please say

yes Pam's a nice girl and besides she's got no one as family you'll

be getting a daughter in the form of a daughter in law he had

assured her and Nadra begum had pondered on the thought. She

had no one besides Ali and feared her denial might make him detest

life moreso his quick temper sometimes worried her and she found it

best to grant her approval than see her son fret in misery at her

hands. "I'm so happy for both of you" Prachi had told Pam serving

her tea in Milind's house "Ali tells me you'r quite a close friend of

his" Pam had smiled at Prachi and she had laughed aloud. "Yes I

beat him at carom each time" she had told Pam proud of her

achievements. Ali had infact explained to her everything that had

happened with Prachi elucidating on her innocence and childish

nature which was quite visible to Pam when Prachi gloated on her

better score at play. Ali had given Pam an I told you so look and she

had nodded her head in submission. Pam had certainly taken a

liking to both Milind and Prachi and wondered why they both didn't

realize how much they loved each other. It was quite evident in the

way they spoke, interacted and took care of each other. Ali's

wedding was fixed for a month later since he needed to get his

house painted before Pam shifted in with him and Pam had to make

a few arrangements herself before the big day.

With Prachi at home to look after Baba Milind had stopped returning

home in the afternoons he wished to earn enough to give Prachi all

that she desired. It was only early morning at breakfast and at

nightfall did Prachi get to see him. She felt unhappy to watch him

slave away at menial jobs while he was capable of much better.

"Milind can't you go find an office job? You were a financial analyst

earlier remember. Why can't you resume a similar position now?"

she had tried to talk to him one Sunday the only day she forbade

him to go on his daily rounds. "Prachi if I go on a nine to five job

who is going to take care of Baba?" he had debated. "well I am

here aren't I?" she had replied in an irritated tone. "For how long?"

he had wanted to know and her eyes had welled up immediately.

"Mujhey waapis bhejna chahtey hain to bol dein main chali jaungi,

har waqt kyun kehtey rehtey hain main chali jaungi" If you want to

send me back just say it I'll leave, why do you keep reminding me

about it she had been genuinely hurt with him remark and Milind

had stood up in alarm. The truth was Prachi feared leaving Milind

she could not understand her change of feelings but lately it

seemed as if he was all she could think of, leaving him would mean

leaving her life and that she did want to do at ant cost. "Are yaar

mazaq ker raha tha... yeh ghar mera nahin tera hai. Jab tak rehna

hai reh issmain kis ney mana kiya hai... terey Papa bhi leney aa

jaayein to bhi mat jaana ok" I was joking Prachi this house is yours

as much as it is mine you can stay here for as long as you want. So

even when your Dad comes you can tell him you'r staying here ok

he had followed her to his room where she lay sobbing hugging her

pillow to her chest. Picking her up by her arms Milind had made her

sit up removing the pillow from between them he had embraced her

tenderly caressing her silken hair. "Bas itni sii baat per roney lagi"

You cry on such simple things Prachi he had pacified her while her

hands slipped around his broad form her tears drenching his shirt

front.

"Ab nahin kaheingey mujhey jaaney key liye" You won't tell me to

leave now she had questioned him through teary eyes and he had

smiled brushing away the water droplets from her eyelids with his

thumb pad. "Kabhi nahin" Never he had promised and she had

smiled through her tears causing his lips to curl in relief. "Kiya Prachi

dara deti hai tuu to mujhey" What Prachi you scared me he had

scolded her gently "Or aap jo mujhey har pal daraatey hain uska

kiya" And what about you scaring me all the time she had

complained softly lowering her head. He had lifted her face placing

his finger under her chin and bending forward had placed his first

kiss on her milky forehead. She had felt so soft under his plump lips

and he had to fight the urge to let his mouth taste hers releasing

her he had stared at her serene face her eyes still closed. "Ab daar

khatam hua?" You still scared? he had inquired and a slow blush

had crept across her cheeks. She couldn't believe she had been

kissed by him though there was nothing new to his touch yet it felt

exquisite and unique something she had never felt before. Smiling

she had assented and let go of his arms that she had held at some

point one that she could not remember. Despite his heart thudding

at break neck speed Milind had felt this wave of joy sweep over him

when he witnessed her cheeks turn pink under his gaze so she

wasn't oblivious to his touch, it was just that she was quite

inexperienced in this form of love. "Ab chalein khana bananey ya aaj

bhook hartaal hai teri" Do we cook today or are you on a hunger

strike? he had joked and she had smacked his arm lightly following

him to the kitchen. The next day on Prachi's insistence he had

collected his documents and donning his best attire decided to try

his luck maybe she was right afterall he couldn't remain a taxi driver

forever. Besides when he started earning a decent sum he could

appoint a caretaker for his father or better still get him admitted to

some good facility where his progress would indeed be rapid. He

had noticed the marked difference in his father's speech and knew

that if provided the proper treatment his father could indeed be well

again.

"So Mr Mishra you've been a taxi driver you say, but your past

record as a financial analyst seems remarkable. You were granted

three promotions within the short span of a year, I see potential in

you" Mr Khanna had smiled at Milind. "Well its about being given a

chance Sir" Milind had replied warmly. He sat at the head office of

Shah hotels they were recruiting new employees for their India

branch and as luck would have it Milind bagged the job. He was

elated he still wondered if it was all a dream and credited his good

fortune to Prachi had she not encouraged him he would've never

found the heart to go venture out in the business world again. The

moment he stepped in the house he had swept her in his arms

holding her high "Prachi Prachi Prachi!!!" he twirled her in jubilation

while she giggled in his strong hold looking down at his flushed

face. "Prachi I got the job... thanks to you" he had put her down

and hugged her on impulse and she had lost herself in his warm

embrace savouring the feel of his rhythmic beating heart against

her heaving bosom. "Milind yeh sab aapki mehnat ka sila hai" Milind

it's all your hard work paying off she had reminded him and he had

planted soft kisses on her cheeks, nose and eyes making her blush

profusely.

"Nahin yeh terey shubh qadam hain jab sey tuu aai hai sab acha

hua hai" No its your good luck ever since you've come here its been

all good he had grinned and she had smiled in wonder her eyes

sparkling. Could she Prachi Shah bring luck to someone, holding her

by the hand he took her to Baba's room where he informed him of

his new appointment crediting Prachi entirely for it. Baba had held

their hands together that was all he could do for the moment and

had tried to congratulate Milind in his gibberish language. Milind had

placed his father's hand on his head seeking his blessings for future

endeavors which he had willingly granted. Making Baba comfortable

again Milind had asked Prachi to get ready he wanted to treat her

to anything she desired that day. Ali was informed of the happy

news by Prachi who had sped to Kaaki and conveyed to her the

joyous news. The small group had assembled in Milind's house and

talked non stop so much so that when Milind emerged from his room

dressed in a much comfortable jeans and white shirt he was

surprised to see them all await him. "Chal Milind jaldi sey treat dey"

Ok Milind give us a treat Ali had cornered him "Dunnga per aaj

nahin, aaj Prachi ko ley jaa raha huun kal tum logon key liye kuch

launga" I will but not today, I'm taking Prachi out tonight will bring

something for you tomorrow he had promised. "Jaa maaf kiya tuu

bhi kiya yaad rakheyga" Fine I'll forgive you just this once Ali had

waved his hand in a kingly gesture making Prachi laugh till she

tuned pink. Both Nadra begum and Kaaki had then wished Milind

success in all that he chanced or wished to do in life. Smiling and

thanking them both Milind and Prachi had left to spend a wonderful

evening together.

Chp 22

Milind had driven Prachi to the beach on her insistence "Kitney din

ho gaye hum beach nahin gaye please ley chaliye mujhey" Its been

so long we haven't gone to the beach will you take me there please

she had requested and he had immediately consented he had

promised her anything she required that evening and was going to

fulfill his promise. She had squealed in excitement as they walked

on the wet sand having removed her slippers she had left the moist

sand soak her feet loving the cool touch the grains blessed to her

soft skin. "Prachi beemar ho jaayegi" Prachi you'll get sick Milind had

been flustered "Nahin hoti beemar" No I won't she had laughed

aloud swinging her slippers in her hands her dimple denting her

cheek mesmerizingly. The beach was crowded and as much as

Milind had wanted her safe by his side he had restrained himself

from imposing restrictions on her he wished her to enjoy the

moment as long as it lasted. Taking tentative steps in the cool

water she had dipped her feet in it smiling jubilantly causing Milind's

smile to grow wider. He wondered how anyone could be so

innocent and simple both at the same time his eyes traced her

svelte form prominent against the horizon. "Milind" she had turned

around calling to him the wind whipping her thick tresses playfully

she tucked the strands behind her ears her eyes searching him. He

had stepped forward to join her when he was out run by a group of

college students probably there for some cheap fun at other

people's expense. Finding Prachi alone they had surrounded her

while she looked at them through frightened eyes... "Milind" she

had called him once again and his pace had increased before any of

the students could even move a finger he was by her side.

"Chalein" Come he had held out his hand to her which had clasped

tightly and he had enveloped her in his strong arms. The college

boys had left quite intimidated by Milind's toned abs and pumped

biceps that were visible under the thin white shirt that hugged his

torso. Prachi stood shivering in his hold and he realized she had

been scared out of her wits. He lifted her face to his own to see

tears streaming her cheeks "Eyi Prachi darr gayi thi kiya?" Were you

scared? he had questioned softly and she had nodded her head

vigorously burying her face in his broad chest. "Mujhey akela kyun

chora mainey kitna bulaya aapko... aap kyun nahin aaye" Why did

you leave me alone... I called out to you still you didn't come .. why?

she had inquired and he had tenderly kissed her forehead "Yahin to

tha tujhey chor ker kahaan jaunga main" I was here where would I

go without you? he had smiled.

Realizing that people were now watching them curiously he had

steered her towards a secluded corner hidden by a rock where they

sat together on the wet sand hand in hand. She sat close to him

her head on his shoulder her hand in his watching the sea spread

on for miles on end, a seamless entity. "Kuch khaiyegi Prachi?" Will

you have something? he had murmured softly and she had shaken

her head in the negative "Nahin bhook nahin" No I'm not hungry

she had whispered and he had pulled her to him. Her tears had

touched him and her faith in him being her savior had lifted his

spirits to new heights.As she gazed on at the deep blue ahead his

eyes rested on her he wished he could kiss away the tiny droplets

that clung to the corners of her lashes joining them. She looked so

vulnerable her arm slid across his chest. In that one moment both

had found eternal peace and had wished for their togetherness to

last forever. "Milind aapki job sey aap khush to haina" Milind are you

happy with your job? she had wanted to know her eyes bright

against the setting sun that glowed like a crimson ball in the

distance. "Khush huun Prachi buhut khush ab main Baba ka ilaaj

kerwa sakunga, ghar ka kharch aasani sey pura ho jaayegi, tujhey

roz daal nahin khaani pareygi" I'm extremely happy Prachi now I'll

be able to get Baba treated, maintain the house in a better and you

won't have to eat lentils everyday he had smiled and she had

looked at him intently. "Milind hum abhi eik or jagah jaa saktey

hain?" Milind can we go somewhere else too today she had pleaded

"Jaanta huun Sunaina sey milney ka mann ker raha hai na" I know

you want to meet Sunaina right he had asked and she had gaped

at him astounded. "Aap ko kaisey pata chala mujhey Sunaina sey

milna tha?" How did you know I wanted to meet her? she had

questioned and he had simply smiled again. "Bas kuch baatein bina

kahey hii pata chal jaati hain" Well somehow you know some things

just like that he had answered and she had lowered her head in

guilt. "Kiya hua?" What happened? he had asked "Main aapkey dil

kii bat kab jaanungi Milind" When will I learn to know what your

heart says she had asked innocuously but that was one question

Milind had wanted her to find the answer to soon. "Yeh baat hai" Is

that the thing troubling you he had cocked his eyebrows and she

had looked at him helplessly "Kiya main aap jitni achi nahin.... main

kyun aapkey dil kii baat nahin jaan paati... kisi key bhi dil baat nahin

samajh sakti aap kaisey kartey hain yeh bataiye na" Am I not as

good as you ... why cannot I understand what your heart says...

what anyone's heart says for that matter how do you do it tell me

she had sidled closer in eagerness. "Theek hai tuu puuch rahi hai to

batana farz hai" Fine I'll tell you he had said "Apni aankhein band

ker" Close your eyes he had instructed her taking her hand in his

own he had placed it on his revealed chest. Prachi had flinched but

Milind had held her hand firmly on the spot where Prachi could feel

his heart beat beneath it. "Ab ghor sey sun meri dhadkanein

tujhsey kiya keh rahi hain" Now listen carefully to what each heart

beat says to you he had whispered in her ear and she had felt

herself drown in the steady rhythm of his beating heart his chest fell

and rose melodically.

For that particular moment Prachi had simply concentrated on his

beating heart the beach had vanished so had the crashing waves

all that existed was herself and him she concentrated hard her palm

planted firmly in position. All of a sudden she had felt as if each

heartbeat had formed its own tune one that sang out her name

"Pra chi.. Pra chi... at first it had been relaxed but then it had

accelerated till it felt like white noise filling her being with his longing

for her "Prachi .. Prachi.. Prachi". Prachi had snapped her eyes open

her mind dazed she found Milind staring at her the change in her

expression had made him believe she had indeed heard what he

had wanted to hear... her name which resounded loud and clear

within him. "Sun lii merey dil kii baat?" So heard what what my heart

says? he had questioned and in return she had gazed at him

perplexed what if her mind was playing tricks on her but if that was

the case why did her heart beat like a piston.... why did she feel her

hands clammy and wet, why was she shivering. Was this a

revelation what was it that she was feeling for him it certainly had

surpassed friendship she shook her head to get rid of the mind

boggling questions but they would not leave her. Feeling distraught

and irritably incomprehensible even to her own self she had stood

up "Shayad mujhey yeh kabhi nahin aayega" Maybe I'll never get it

she had confided in him but Milind's eyes had gleamed with

recognition. "Har cheez pehli baar main to nahin aa jaati waqt lagta

hai" You can't learn everything in the first time it requires time he

had remarked ambiguously standing up brushing his jeans free of

the sand grains. In an attempt to brush of grains from her navy blue

salwar kameez Prachi had inadvertantly stepped on her dupatta

causing her to jerk and trip landing promptly in Milind's awaiting

arms. It was truly a magical moment for them their eyes had met

then and Prachi had felt the electrifying current that his touch

produced on her skin causing her to shiver yet again why did his

touch feel so different lately. Steadying her he had helped her in

cleaning up and they had walked slowly to the car park as they

neared the crowded area Prachi had absent mindedly slipped her

hand in his holding tight on him she felt safe when he was with her.

The drive to the orphanage had been silent but Milind had stopped

at a stationery shop to purchase a few items and an art kid for the

child knowing her love for art. Prachi had helped him choose a few

colouring books with animals drawn in them and a good set of

pastels with it. "I'm sure she'll like the variation in colours" she had

told Milind who had been only too happy to comply. The items

bought they had visited Sunaina whose eyes had glowed like hot

embers on seeing Milind she had run upto him and he had lifted her

small form in his open arms.

She had noticed the bags Prachi held in her hands but was more

interested in meeting Milind first. "Kaisi hai meri Sunaina?" How is

my Sunaina? he had asked her gently seating her in his lap he

tenderly combed her hair and she had leaned against his chest

fitting in the crook of his arm. Her contented face made Prachi

realize what immense joy Millind had brought to her by just being

there with her. Once again Prachi was struck by the

unsurmountable understanding Milind nurtured for every one

connected to him. Sunaina had kissed Milind on his cheeks

beckoning Prachi she had made her sit near them gesturing her to

open the packets. Prachi had displayed her gifts and Sunaina had

clapped her little hands in amusement she picked up the books

immediately clutching them close to her heart she had rested

against Milind once again. Milind had then opened the book reading

to her the little bits of information on the different animals sketched

in them. Prachi had watched fondly and soon all three were deeply

engrossed in their activity so much so that Mother Superior had to

come in to remind them that it was Sunaina's dinner time and that

she must be handed over now. Prachi had tried to give her back but

Sunaina had cried silently clutching Milind by the arm and he had

requested the vestal if he could feed Sunaina her dinner tonight.

She had agreed and soon her dinner of mashed potatoes boiled

peas and some rice was brought to Milind. Initially Sunaina had

resisted but Milind had lured her to the exercise by telling her a

story. "Pata hai Sunaina kitna bara tha sher..... itna bara" Do you

how big the lion was.... this big he had gesticulated opening his

arms wide and Sunaina's small eyes had grown large conjuring up

the animal's size in her mind. As her mouth opened in awe Milind

had lifted the spoon and tipped the contents in her mouth and she

had started munching the food absentmindedly. It was a happy

meal that Sunaina had had that night sitting in Milind's lap while he

and Prachi took turns to feed her. After her meal her eyes had felt

droopy and she had entered dreamland listening to Milnd's deep

voice as it gently lulled her to sleep. Handing her over to the matron

along with her things both Prachi and Milind had left for home

satisfaction etched over their hearts. Milind had pondered on the

possibility of adopting Sunaina before Prachi left she would have a

home and he a reason to live for.

Milind had started with his office the very next day he had

absolutely loved the change and had set his mind on achieving his

goals. It had been a long time and heartfelt wish of his to one day

own his chain of hotels and he had started working towards it

immediately. His hard work earned him a good repute and soon

enough he was the most sought after employee there. "Mr Shah

the man is a genius he just saved us from a heavy loss that would

have incurred if we had invested in Saurav's deal." Mr Khanna sang

Milind's praises to Inder over the phone updating him on the Indian

branch's growing success crediting Milind his fair share . Inder had

made a mental note to meet the young man when he visited India

the next month it was high time he inspected his hotel there. In all

those months Inder had assumed Prachi to be in Singapore

attending a course on herbal medication as informed to him by

Ramu Kaka. He had been caught up in work the hotel at Milan was a

costly venture and he was leaving no stone unturned to make it

churn profit for him in the coming days. The renovation was over

and the hotel would be inaugurated soon. Ayesha Neev and Rahul

had left for New York the previous week and Inder too would leave

once the hotel started functioning properly. Surprisingly he had

missed Prachi though their conversations had always been limited

he had become used to her presence near him, the few occassions

on which he had visited Watford were cherished memories for him.

He loved his daughter more than words could express and that

sadly was what he could simply not do.... find the appropriate

words to express his feelings for her. He was amazed by the vivid

clarity with which he remembered what she liked and disliked and

had bought a few things for her from Italy which he planned to give

to Ramu Kaka to hand them over to her citing them as gifts from

Ayesha.

It had always been this way whatever Inder bought for her was

passed on to her in Ayesha's name and she never once had

suspected them to be from him. She would thank her sister for her

thoughful gifts which indeed would have been purchased by Inder

Ayesha knew about the little charade and went along with it

wishing that one day her father would own up to his love for her

sister. Sometimes words are not needed any longer to express

thoughts and Inder prayed and hoped each day that such a miracle

would happen and he would be able to convey his emotions to

Prachi without ever baring his heart to her. Simple words like Thank

you and Sorry remain choked in people's throats even though they

wish to say them express their concern hurt anguish or pain yet

some inexplicable barrier barrs them from doing so. Similar was the

case with Inder he could never tell her how much he loved her most

probably because he himself had been unaware of the resident

feelings in his heart for her. One evening as they strolled in the

Plaza Ayesha had spotted a rare Belgian necklace with amethysts it

was eye catching and Neev had immediately placed an order for

her. Much later when Neev and Ayesha had left to shop for Rahul's

clothing Inder had placed an order for the exact same piece himself.

He sighed wondering if he would ever be able to give it to Prachi or

would it remain locked in the massive wardrobe that housed all her

gifts from year one. It was true Inder had never forgotten her

birthdays had religiously bought her gifts too but they all remained

enclosed in the wardrobe never seeing the light of day wrapped in

their shiny tinsel. Her birthday was a special day for her and no

matter how hard he tried he could not make himself even pass on

those wonderful gifts to her. At times he hated himself for his split

personality how could he both hate and love her at the same time

he wondered little had he known he had never hated her but had

always made himself believe that he had. He was growing old now

and hoped to divide his wealth between his daughters equally

ofcourse they would come to know about it only after his demise

and that was how he had wanted it to be simple and plain without

the fuss associated with last wills.

"Suniye" Listen Prachi had addressed Milind as he sat poring over

the daily paper "Hmm" he had answered engrossed in reading it.

"Woh mujhey kuch paisey chahiye they" I needed some money she

had told him and he had reached for his jean pocket drawing out a

wad of notes he handed it to her. He had received his first salary

which was thrice the amount he had been putting together earlier

each month. "Yeh to buhut hain bas thorey sey chahiye" This is too

much I just need some of it she had plucked a few notes and

handed him the rest. Milind had looked upto find her gaze at him

through sad eyes "Kiya hua" What happened? he was quick to

notice her apprehension. She had turned away immediately to mask

her distress and had left the room Ali had marched in just then to

apprehend both of them. "Sharam naam ko nahin dono main

yahaan meri vaat lagi hai itna nahin hota keh desi babu english

maim aaker parosi kii shaadi main haath bata dein" You both are

shameless can't help the neighbour in his trying times he had

stomped inside dropping on the sofa highly irritated. Prachi had

smiled while Milind had laughed aloud "Khud kii shaadi hai to ker

mehnat meri kerwa raha hai jo ghussa ker raha hai" Its your

wedding if your working hard its for your ownself so don't get angry

and that fuelled Ali's anger "Khud kii bhi kerwa leina pehley bol to

sahi uss sey pyaar kerta hai" You too can get married provided you

tell her that you love her and Milind had looked at him sharply. Ali

had smiled wickedly while Milind had punched him in the stomach by

the time Prachi had arrived with tea for Ali both had been laughing

raw laying on each other chuckling in a fit of madness. Ali had

confided in Milind that Pam was indeed a disaster at cooking the

day before she had attempted to make tea for his mother and she

had ended up serving it in the kettle itself. While a confounded

Nadra begum stared at her Pammy had poured out the watery

mixture in her cup sans a sieve causing the tea leaves to float

merrily around and so his poor mother had refrained from touching

the potion in her opinion. "Zeher banaya hai kiya bahu" Is this

poison she had criticized her daughter in law to be, openly she had

then offered the liquid to Ali who had taken one look at Pam's

sliding glasses her wide eyes and perspiring face and had fallen off

his chair laughing. The act though had earned him a hard kick from

Pam and a ten minute scolding from his mother. "Yeh kiya aap dono

har waqt choti bachiyon kii tarah hanstey rehtey hain" Why are you

both laughing like school girls? Prachi had wanted to know the joke

but both had donned their gravest expressions then. "Sach Prachi

kuch nahin hum to yunhi" Really Prachi its nothing we were just

fooling around Milind had tried explaining when she had offered tea

to Ali and that had caused them to start off with their uncontrollable

laughter yet again. Prachi had been seriously offended that they

had not shared the joke with her and Ali had reluctantly confided in

her making her swear not to tell Pam about it as she had

threatened to kill him if any other soul came to know about her

blunder. The evening had passed in bliss with Ali and Milind

entertaining Baba with their jocund company after finishing her

chores Prachi had counted the money yet again. Would it be

enough she had wondered before tucking it under her pillow the

next morning she would put them to use after Milind left for work. In

her haste it had conveniently slipped her mind that the next day

was a public holiday and that Milind would very much at home.

Chp 23

The next morning Prachi prepared breakfast for Milind and after making him have it patiently waited for him to leave for work. But even after nine o' clock when he showed no signs of getting dressed she had asked him the reason "Aaj aap office nahin jaayeingey?" Won't you go to office today? she had inquired cautiously. "Eik hii din Sunday aata hai tuu chahti hai to chala jaata huun aaj bhi office becharey chowkidaar ko bhi chutti mil jaayegi aaj" Well there is just one sunday if you want i'll go today too atleast the poor guard there will have a holiday today he had joked but her lips failed to smile making him wonder why. He had noticed she he had been quiet and distracted since the previous evening. Taking her hand in his own he had made her sit beside him on the sofa "Kal sey dekh raha huun buhut khamosh hai kiya hua" I've been noticing since yesterday you'r very quiet what happened? he had questioned her tenderly and she had explained to him that she wished to go to the temple for prayers. "Theek hai tuu tayyar ho jaa main ley chalta huun tujhey" Fine get dressed I'll take you there he had offered and she had managed a weak smile her trepidation was still inexplicable to him. She was usually cheerful and bubbly but it seemed the day was special for her and Milind had started having a hunch. Nonetheless he decided to accompany her to the temple to clear his doubts and if indeed the reason for her sudden silence was what he considered it to be there would be lots to do. Dressed in a plain white salwar kameez Prachi had accompanied Milind who could not make himself stop staring at her. "Bas ker warna apni hii nazar laga deyga usko" Stop staring at her else you cast your evil eye on her Ali had teased him as Milind gave him instructions regarding Baba's medicines the time and amount of dosage to be administered. "Hmm" Milind had mused thoughtfully following her to the taxi, he had decided to keep the taxi in his use on Sundays so that he may complete any necessary chores which he was unable to do during the week.

The trip to the temple was short and taciturn Prachi had not wanted Milind to accompany her but she knew since he was home he would not at any cost allow her to venture out on her own. He was protective of her and sometimes Prachi's heart just jumped for joy when he would be adamant that she tell him her requirements and that he would take her wherever she wished to go. With the money Prachi had borrowed from him she had hired the services of a pundit "Havan kerwana hai pundit ji" I need you to perform some prayers she had told him. "Kis key naam ka beti?" For whom child? the pundit had asked "Premlata Shah key naam ka unki aatma kii shaanti key liye" For Premlata Shah so that her soul may rest in peace she had answered taking her seat on the low wooden stool beside him. Milind had known then why she had been behaving the way she had it was her mother's death anniversary which meant it was her birthday too. He had taken part in the prayers to make sure Prachi did not feel that she was in it all alone he watched as she closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to avoid her tears from spilling from her eyes on her cheeks. For Prachi this was the one day that held the key to her existence unfortunately it had never been a joyous occassion for her. She had always witnessed her father get the prayers performed for her mother's soul to remain at peace, never had it been about her always her mother. With time Prachi had accepted it as a fact and today even though she was not with her family she had been compelled to follow the family tradition. The prayers were soon finished and as the pundit had been about to leave Milind had stopped him "Agar aap key paas waqt ho eik aur pooja kerwani hai" If you have time I need another prayer session to be held he had requested the pundit. "Jajmaan samay to hai bataiye kiskey liye kerwani hai pooja?" Well son there is time who do you wish it for? he had inquired. "Prachi Shah key liye aaj janam din hai uska main chahta huun yeh pooja uskey dil kii khushi or man ki shaanti key liye karein takeh ussey zindagi main saari khushian mil sakein" Prachi Shah it's her birthday today and I hope she attains peaace of heart and all that she desires in life Even though his eyes were focused on the pundit Milind could feel Prachi's eyes cloud at his gesture she had never imagined someday someone could keep a pooja for her well being.

They had prayed with conviction atleast Milind had, he had seriously wanted Prachi to attain peace of mind and heart. After they had finished Milind had driven her home he had left then on the pretext of attending to some crucial matter taking Ali along with him. Prachi had cooked and cleaned, after pressing Milind's clothes for his office use the next day she had decided to check on Kaaki. It had been long since she had visited the old woman, they often exchanged a few words while crossing each other's paths but today she needed consolation. The feeling of being loved and cared and Kaaki was the only one Prachi had found could treat her like her own child. "Kaaki main madad ker duun aapki" Kaaki can I help you? she had stepped inside her house watching her cook lunch. Kaaki had only been too happy to see Prachi she simply adored the girl and hoped and prayed that Milind would one fine day marry her for good. Prachi had made Kaaki sit near the pedestal fan while she took over the kitchen cooking the vegetables and making chappatis. Kaaki could not help but compliment her on her expertise at the task "Ab to buhut acha khaana bananey lagi hai beti" You cook very well now she had smiled and Prachi had simply nodded in agreement. It was true she had indeed learnt how to cook the most sumptuous of meals the credit of which she gave to Milind entirely. He had been extremely patient with her teaching her, helping her even at times when she ended up burning the food or making it unpalatable he would not complain rather point out the flaws gently explaining her what needed to be taken care of or avoided in future. Prachi had spent a wonderful hour or two with the woman oiling her hair for her "Beti tuu khush to haina, Milind tujhey achey sey rakhta hai na" Child are you happy? Does Milind treat you well? she had inquired stroking her hair with maternal affection and she had nodded her head in consent. "Buhut khush rakhtey hain mujhey Kaaki, itna keh ab mujhey darr lagta hai waapis jaaney sey" He keeps me so happy I'm afraid of going back home she had confided her fears to her. "Kiya tuu hamesha uss key saath rehna chahti hai?" Do you wish to stay with him forever Kaaki had questioned smiling. "Main unhain khona nahin chahti kaaki uss akeli zindagi sey mujhey khauf aata hai. Ab aadat ho gayi hai mujhey Milind kii, Baba kii iss ghar kii... inn sab key bina mujhey apna aap adhura lagta hai." I do not wish to lose him kaaki. I fear the lonely life back at home. I've grown used to him and Baba and cannot imagine my life without them.

She could not help but cry at her apprehension as the months had gone by Prachi's dread of returning to London had heightened. She simply could not bear to leave Milind or his small haven behind her even though devoid of luxuries and minimalistic in comforts Milind's house was her dream. It held the happiness and joy her massive Watford mansion was devoid of despite it's expensive and stylish structure and furnishings. Kaaki had embraced her gently letting her shed hot tears soaking her saree "Tuu jaana nahin chahti to baat ker Milind sey mujhey yaqeen hai tuu eik baar bhi kaheigi to woh maan jayega" If you don't want to leave talk to Milind I'm sure he won't mind you staying here she had advised her. Hope shone in Prachi's moist eyes as she smiled through her tears "Sach kaaki main eik baar bolungi to woh maan jaayeingey hamesha key liye mujhey yahaan rakh leingey" Really Kaaki if I ask him will he allow me to stay here forever she had wished to confirm this rather wonderful piece of news. "Maan jaayeiga per tujhey uskey dil baat samajhni hogi, dekh beta taali eik haath sey nahin bajti or saath or apnapan bhi kisi eik shakhs key chahney sey nahin hota. Tujhey ussey samjhna hoga uske mann ko jaanna hoga samjhi" Yes he will consent but you need to understand his heart too. You cannot clap with one hand child neither can happiness be found by your ownself you need to understand his heart for that and Prachi had looked at her confused. What had kaaki meant by that what was the secret to Milind's heart did he hold any secret, she could not put a finger on the change of feelings that had slowly but steadily washed over her. Earlier when she looked at Milind it was pure friendship now she desired something else from him she wished him to hold her, touch her, make her feel special. She was surprised at the way her heart beat accelerated whenever she was around him she felt like crying all over again why was she gripped with longing these days. Returning to her house she found Milind awaiting her he had noticed her wet eyelashes and had concluded her to be crying but decided against consoling her. Prachi had been happy to realize he had remembered her birthday but when he did not make any attempt of celebrating it nor wished her she assumed he had no plans regarding the occassion and had fallen silent. The afternoon meal was eaten in quiescence and after washing up Prachi had retired to her bed for an afternoon nap she desperately wished to get a hold of her dispersed feelings and thoughts and had considered it best to sleep it off. Milind had watched her unsmiling face deep in slumber and had smiled to himself she probably was saddened by his negligence towards her special day but little had she known he had planned to make it all the more memorable for her. Calling on Ali he had double checked on the arrangements for the evening placing a wrapped package for her beside her bed he had left to attend to Baba.

Prachi had awoken that evening to find her present on the table freshening up she returned to her room and opening it was pleasantly surprised to see an elegant evening gown bundled up complete with her jewellery.The dress was a silky black A-line style that ended well below the knees with a three-tiered lacy hemline that gave the appearance of being stunning. The last tier had a pale floral print. The dress had short sleeves and a rounded neck She smiled and ran outside her room to ask Milind who had given it to her but was dissappointed to find him missing. Ali however was present there tending to Baba "Ali Milind kahaan gaye?" Ali where is Milind? she had wanted to know. "Woh actually aata hoga uskey eik colleague ki aaj engagement hai tum tayyar ho jao woh petrol bharwa ker aata hoga" He'll just be back one of his colleagues is getting engaged tonight so he's gone to get the petrol refilled you better get ready by then all the bliss on finding the gift had vaporized immediately. So it had all been for his colleague's engagement not for her birthday, she felt stupid for having pinned her hopes on him. It was not his fault who had celebrated her birthday earlier that she expected him to. Donning the garmet she slipped on the jewellery brushing her hair she left it stay loose Ali could not help but marvel at her pious beauty no wonder his friend had fallen head over heels in love with this innocent damsel. "Prachi yahaan aao" Prachi come here he had gestured for her to come near as she did he had gently touched her eye smearing his fingertip with the black kohl that lined her eyes he had proceeded to apply a dot of it behind her ear. "Mashallah tum buhut pyaari ho main nahin chahta kisi ki bhi nazar lagey tumko, aaj to chand bhi jal jaaye tumsey" You'll looking very beautiful today and I don't want anyone jinxing it, tonight I'm sure the moon will be quite jealous of you and Prachi had smiled wholeheartedly. Ali always managed to make her feel good about herself minutes later Milind had sauntered in dressed in cobalt blue denim jeans and black body fitting tee shirt he appeared a complete heart throb.

Prachi's heart had started beating like a gunned engine she had lowered her gaze nervously not wishing him to read into her sentiments that ironically negated all mannerisms in his wake. Milind had found it extremely difficult to stop himself from gathering her in his arms and kissing her insane specially those kissable lips that drove him mad. Thrusting his hands in his pockets he had bid Baba and Ali farewell "Chalein" Let's go he had asked Prachi and she had followed him obediently. Prachi had expected Milind to drive her to some house or hotel for the engagement ceremony to be attended on the contrary he drove her to the beach, a rather secluded and remote area of it. Prachi looked around in astonishment as he asked her to step out on the sand still she did as told and stood beside him. She watched stupefied as he proceeded to pull out a thick blanket from the car's trunk laying it down he produced a picnic hamper next the crockery followed by a small box containing her birthday cake. Flipping on the charge lights he had led her to the blanket making her sit beside him her heart had started thumping against her ribcage the noise so clear Prachi feared Milind might just hear it from where he sat beside her.Taking out the black forest cake from its box he had handed her the knife to slice the dessert lighting the lone candle atop it. The cold sea wind flickered the flame and Milind had cupped his hands around it to stop it from dying out. Prachi had bent forward and closing her eyes had blown out the candle wishing for her friend to stay with her always she had then cut the cake and had fed him the first piece. "Happy Birthday" he had whispered making her bite in the cake and it was only then that her mind had registered that it was indeed all meant for her. Overcome with emotions she had slipped her hands around Milind and had hugged him tightly unable to explain to him the extent of joy she felt at that precise moment. Milind had expected a similar reaction and had let her weep in newfound happiness "Aaj to khushi ka mouqa hai phir ro kyun rahi hai tuu?" It's your special day why are you crying? he had gently released her studying her angelic face wiping away her tears he made her look at him. "Aap ney merey liye itna sab kuch kiya Milind" You did all this for me Milind she had caressed his arms lovingly "Kis ney kaha terey liye kiya sab apney liye kiya hai, teri khushi meri khushi hai, terey aansu merey dard ka kaaran to bata ab iss main faida kiska hua?" Who said I did it for you I did it for myself. Your happiness is my happiness your tears make me upset then tell me who benefits from this? he had questioned softly making her smile. "Tera gift to tujhey dey diya bas filhaal key liya itna hii ker sakta huun" Well i've given your gift to you for now this is all i can manage he had pointed to her dress remarking apologetically. "Merey liye yeh sab sey qeemti tohfa hai Milind" This is the most precious gift for me Milind she had assured him "Thank you so much" she had whispered kissing his hands in gratitude.

They had dined happily under a starlit sky the waves lapping on the beach musically Miilind had taken care to choose her favourite food chicken lasagne with russian salad and fried rice. After packing up the hamper again Milind had made her lie against him his hand enveloping her in a loose embrace. She had breathed the salty air with closed eyes savouring his touch content within his hold "Milind agar main main aapsey kuch or mangun to deingey mujhey?" Milind if I ask something else from you will you give it to me? she had questioned him and he had tilted her face up to meet her questioning gaze. "Kiya chaiye" What do you want? he had asked "Kiya aap mujhey hamesha key liye apney paas rakh saktey hain?" Can you let me stay with you forever? she had wanted to know her fear and anticipation clearly visible in her eyes. Milind had been stunned to hear her mouth his heart's deepest desire and had let go of her immediately. She had thought of it as his denial and had hung her head low "Main koi bhi job ker luungi, aapko apney saarey paisey dey duungi per mujhey London nahin jaana. Wahaan koi bhi nahin merey saath Papa mujhey ley jaayeingey main nahin jaana chahti aapsey or Baba sey duur. Kiya aap mujhey nahin rakheingey apney saath?" I'll get a job give you all my money but I don't want to go to London. I have no one there Papa will take me back I don't wish to leave you and baba. Won't you keep me with you? tears fell from her eyes hard and fast. Kaaki had told her he would consent but here he had been too shocked to respond and maintained a deep silence. Even after five minutes when he still did not say a word she got scared that he might get angry and decided not to pursue the subject she looked at him through fearful eyes her hands shivering. His grim expressions made her understand she would be awarded with a sound verbal lashing soon and had closed her eyes to prepare herself for his beration. Milind had studied her intently wondering why was it that she did not understand that she loved him as much as he loved her. He was at a loss of words he had come to know she cared for him but that she loved him enough to let go of her comfortable future to spend the rest of his life with him had completely taken him aback. Till now he had believed his love to be a one sided affair but tonight her simple query had explained to him that the fire and desire was mutual. He wished he could tell it was love that she felt for him and that she was welcome to stay with him till the end of eternity but he wanted her to understand the notion completely, interpret her feelings for him before consenting to a union with him.

"Merey saath kyun rehna chahti hai?" Why do you wish to stay with me? he had questioned huskily causing her to snap her eyes wide open the wind played with her hair covering her face with it every now and then.Till now Prachi had been confident about her proposal to him but his inquiry had made her ponder over it. She saw him gaze at her intently the fire that ignited his soul was visible in his dark eyes and she lowered her gaze not being able to with stand the intensity his eyes held. "Pata nahin per mera dil yehi kehta hai" I don't know why it's just that my heart says so she had murmured "Kiya kehta hai" What does it say? Milind had wanted to know bending closer he cupped her face in his palm making her look at him. Prachi could not resist the temptation to touch his stubble tentatively feel his facial hair prick against her flesh as she ran her fingertips over them her breathing was ragged now and she fought hard to stop herself from drowning in the whirlpool of desire he churned within her. Milind had found it impossible to put a tab on his need to touch her Prachi had felt cool shivers run down her spine as his lips had contacted her milky skin kissing her closed eyes, nose and cheeks in the most gentle manner making her wish the moment would last forever. Feeling extremely shy she had hidden her face in her hands and Milind had smiled she still had a long way to go before she confessed to him. Watching her sit there breathing hard trying her best to appear normal Milind felt she couldn't get more desirable than that. Filling her in his arms he had let her compose herself against him her hands had slid down and she lay panting softly moments later when she had regained her composure he had looked at her. "Ghar waapis nahin jaana?" Don't you have to go home? he had asked and her eyes had clouded again "Aap mujhey apney saath nahin rakheingey?" Won't you let me stay with you? she had questioned heartbroken. "Nahin main tujhey khud sey duur kabhi nahin jaaney duunga.... kabhi nahin" I won't let you stay away from me ever the finality in his voice assured her that he would indeed keep her safe. "Aap Papa ko mujhey ley jaaney nahin deingey?" You won't let Papa take me away she had asked remarkably pleased. "Nahin lekin uskey liye tujhey mera saath dena hoga" No but for that you have to help me he had told her seriously. "Kiya kerna hoga mujhey" What will i have to do? she had asked eagerly "Merey dil ka haal jaana hoga jis din tuu mera dil samajh jaayegi Prachi humain koi alag nahin ker sakeyga I promise" You'll have to understand my heart Prachi the day you do that no one will be able to keep us away from each other I promise and her heart had sunk again. "Main aapkey dil kii baat kaisey samjhun Milind kuch to bataiye" How do i understand what your heart holds please tell me she had pleaded "Apney dil kii baat sun ker tera or mera dil ab juda nahin" Listen to your own heart our hearts are one now he had provided her with clues.

"Yeh sab meri samajh nahin aata Milind. Kahin aisa na ho buhut der ho jaaye or Papa aa jaayein phir main kiya kerungi" I don't understand all this what if I never get it and Papa finds me she was flustered and quite in the dark about her growing sentiments being love. "Yeh to tujhey khud jaanna hoga Prachi kisi key bataaney sey koi farq nahin pareyga, ehssas jab hoga jab dil khud pukaareyga sachai sirf tab samajh aayegi us sey pehley nahin" You have to understand this on your own it can't be explained by ayone you'll feel it automatically when your heart will talk to you only then will you know the truth he had told her firmly. Noticing her going pale he had kissed her gently on the forehead assuring her "Jaanti hai Prachi mujhey sab sey zyaada khushi kab hoti hai?" Do you Prachi when am I the happiest? he had murmured in her ear and she looked up at him "jab tuu merey paas hoti hai, merey saath hoti hai, sirf merey baarey main sochti hai. Meri khushi ka khayaal rakhti hai" When you are with me, near me, when you think only about me and my happiness he had told her and she had smiled shyly. "Main to sirf apney mann kii sunti huun ab kiya kerun keh woh har pal aapko hii sochta hai" I just listen to my heart I cannot help it if it keeps thinking of you she had confessed making him smile and kiss her on the cheek. "Ab ghar chalein nahin to Ali mera band baja deyga" Let's go home or Ali will really get mad at me he had laughed helping her get up. That night after he had changed and lay on the sofa to sleep he heard a movement beside him even in the dark he could make out Prachi's silhouette he lay still feigning sleep allowing her to do what she desired to. He felt her cover him with a blanket bending close to him she had assidiously kissed him on his cheek "Thank you so much Milind aapney aaj mera janam din mana ker mujhey duniya kii sab sey bari khushi dey dii. Kaash keh waqt tham jaaye or main hamesha aapkey paas rahun, aap mujhey buhut achey lagtey hain Milind I like you so much" Thank you so much Milind you celebrated my birthday and made it all the more special. I wish time would stop and i could with you here forever, I like you so very much Milind she had confessed softly. She had left as silently as she had come filling his heart with happiness he had smiled settling himself on the sofa preparing to sleep.

"Mr Khanna I'll be reaching Mumbaii tomorrow please send the driver to pick me up from the airport at 9:00 in the morning" Inder had informed his manager in Mumbaii of his arrival. Having finished with his project in Milan he had decided to grace Mumbaii with his presence hoping to meet one particular employee who had left a marked impression on him one Mr Milind Mishra.

Chp 24

Inder had flown in on the appointed time and had found his car waiting for him he had reached his office by ten . He was a workaholic and now too despite the jet lag he was eager to take in on the developments of his Indian brach of hotels. Reaching the office he had called for a board meeting first having a tete a tete with the board members listening to their problems regarding the recession and the cost cutting. The biggest issue now was of financers investing in their next hotel which was still a project in the pipeline but Inder had the issues ironed out in no time he had been on cordial terms with numerous foreign companies who were ready to take a plunge in his venture courtesy his previous reputation and previous profitable excursions even during these dark economic times. The meeting had ended on a happy note and soon after lunch Inder had expressed his wish to meet the employees at his office. Inder had always believed in maintaining a fair relationship with his workers in his opinion most of the problems in any institution arrived from lack of communication and the gap that widened the distance between an employee and an employer due to it.

The meeting went smoothly Milind had been highly impressed by his boss not only was he a shrewd business man rather he knew exactly how to go about the business. It was not only the finacial gain that excited him also he knew how to keep the machinery that operated his money mint well oiled that is his employees happy and content. From the day he had joined the hotel he had been hearing bits and pieces of information on Inder almost on a daily basis but today he had finally met the man and was deeply in awe of him. Bidding them good luck for the new fiscal year ahead Inder had watched them file out he could not help but take into account Milind's rugged characteristics. Something about him enticed Inder he was not the usual type well oiled and shiny no, he had an attitude a charm that exuded from his persona one look at him and Inder knew the man was his own boss. His deep black eyes assessed Inder minutely and had immediately captured Inder's attention. Milind wore neither a tie nor a coat to work simply because he didn't find the need to he believed in the motto that your work speaks for yourself and followed it religiously. He was the first one to report for work and the last to leave taking care to complete all his daily chores on time not with holding anything for the next day.

In truth his position in the company had provided Milind a platform to study the workings of the business Khanna was a rather lazy man who made Milind do most of his work thus letting him gain knowledge of getting about with the tasks. In a span of two months Milind had not only handled the finances also had joined the committee responsible for market survey he knew how and when the tourists influx was the greatest what tacticts were employed to advertise the hotel and hence increase it's demand. He attended meetings with Khanna with bank managers and foreign investors in short it was a huge learning experience for him and Khanna had come to trust him blindly. "I think you should meet Milind Mishra Sir he's the most promising employee we have had to date" Khanna had whispered to Inder pointing towards Milind who was about to step outside the glass doors. "Mr Mishra could I have a word with you?" Inder had called out making Milind turn around and join him in his cabin. Once seated comfortably in the large leather chair opposite Inder Milind had looked at him questioningly. Inder was surprised to notice that Milind was neither nervous nor intimidated by him and that had further spurred his curiousity to know Milind better. "I hear you were a taxi driver prior to joining Shah Group of Hotels" Inder had leaned back in his chair studying Milind.

"Yes Sir I was I don't think there's any qualm in being one" Milind had replied coolly causing Inder to smile. "Anyone else in your position might have broken down with that question" he had pointed out to Milind "I guess truth though stark is always undisputed Sir" Milind had replied calmly. " I like your attitude young man reminds me of my youth though not as wild as you but I too had the same stubborn streak in me that you possess. I'm glad I have you on my team Khanna here tells me you've been a real help to him" Inder had walked up to him clapping Milind on the back jovially Milind had certainly won him over. "I wouldn't mind if you closed your shirt buttons the next time I call you for a meeting" Inder had remarked casually causing Milind to blush. "You see I like my female staff to work without distractions and you here provide it to them in ample quantity" Inder had winked at him and Milind had hastily closed his top three shirt buttons smiling at Inder. "Sorry Sir bad habit you tend to develop it while driving a car similar to an oven" and Inder had laughed aloud. "You'r humorous too glad to know that I simply detest people who can't see the finer details in life, wanna join me for lunch?" he had offered and Milind had readily accepted. He could not believe his good luck his boss was definitely one remarkable person oh the stories he was going to tell Prachi that evening. It was a routine for Milind to fill Prachi in with the minor details of his day while they had dinner he liked to share his thoughts with her in return she would smile continuously at him stars in her eyes. After her birthday Prachi had found it exceptionally hard to act normal around Milind, the way it all used to be before prior to the magical moments she spent with him at the beach. She found it hard to contain her excitement whenever their eyes collided.

That morning while she sat discussing Pam's dowry with Nadra begum she could not help but marvel at her good fortune. "Kitni lucky hai na Pam, aunty Ali ussey kitna chahta hai" Pam is so lucky Ali loves her so much she had sighed. "Hain beti tum to aisey keh rahi ho jaisey tumhara pati tumhain chahta hii nahin. Kitna to pyaar kerta hai tumsey tumharey bina eik pal bhi guzarna mushkil hai uss sey. Ab kal hii kii baat ley lo mainey kheer banayi thi uss key liye majaal hai jo do ghari yahaan guzari merey paas. Foran mujhey shukriya kehta hua uth khara hua mainey puucha kahaan chaley mian kehney laga Prachi ko bari pasand hai aapkey haath kii kheer ussey deney jaa raha huun." Child you talk as if your husband hardly loves when all he can think is of you. Just yesterday I made his favourite kheer but he hardly stayed put a minute rushing of to you. When i asked him where he was off to he told me you liked kheer very much and that he was going to give it to you. and Prachi had stared at her in astonishment it was true Milind had brought kheer for her from Nadra begum and had asked her to enjoy the dessert. When she had wanted him to eat it with her he had replied that he had had his fill at Ali's place because Ali's mother would not let him leave without eating. "Kiya unhon ney khaayi nahin thi kiya?" Didn't he have any himself? she had questioned vexed on the knowledge of him giving all of it to her. "Kahaan beta betha nahin eik pal bhi pehley to kabhi kabhi aa jaaya kerta tha per ab slam kerta hai roz bas aatey hii tumhari fikr kerta hai. Tumney khana khaya ya nahin, Baba ko dawa dii key nahin, bachon key saath waqt guzara key nahin. Sach beta bara hii pyaar kerta hai tumsey" No child he didn't even wait a minute more earlier he used to spend time with us now all he cares of is you whether you had food or not, gave Baba his medicines or spent time with the children downstairs. I tell you that man loves you more than anyone else Nadra begum had smiled filling her in on other such details she was unaware of. She listened dumbfounded was all that she had heard true did Milind actually love her, but if he did why did he not say anything to her.

She was still not convinced that Milind loved her maybe it was infatuation how could he love her when her own family had not. She did not possess any such quality that would make her stand out amongst the rest by nature Milind was kind and generous maybe Ali's mother had mistaken his considerate manner as love. But then what about her own feelings could they be termed as love why did she feel the need for him to stay with her always. Why did she not wish to return to London, was that not her home of twenty four years. She felt confused and her head swam in dizziness she suddenly felt unwell and excusing herself had left for home. The rest of the day passed in chagrin by evening she felt as if her brain would explode she sat on the floor in the kitchen and sobbed uncontrollably. It was only then that she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder fearing it to be Milind she had quickly wiped her tears away only to find Ali stand beside her. "Prachi kiya hua, tabiyat theek nahin hai tumhari. Ammi bata rahi theen tum subah buhut pareshan thi khairiyat to haina?" Prachi are you feeling alright. Mom was telling me you were not feeling good in the morning he had questioned her perplexed. Making her stand up from the cold floor he made her sit on the sofa bringing water for her he made her sip it before offering him his hanky.

"Ab batao kiya hua?" Now tell me what happened he had asked gently "Ali main thak gayi soch soch ker keh Milind key dil kii baat kiya hai. Woh mujh sey kiya kehna chatey hain? Kaaki kehti hain agar main un key dil kii baat jaan luun to woh mujhey hamesha key liye apney paas rakh leingey. Milind kehtey hain main apney dil ki baat sunungi to khud ba khud unkey dil kii baat samajh jaungi. Main kiya kerun mujhey kuch samajh nahin aata. Kyun main apney ghar nahin jaana chahti? Nadra aunty ney kaha Milind mujh sey pyaar kertey hain bhala aisey kaisey ho sakta hai mujh main aisa kiya hai jo woh mujh sey pyaar keraingey?" Ali I'm tired of trying to figure out Milind's heart and what it holds. Kaaki says if i do so he will let me stay with him forever. Milind says I should listen to my own heart to know it. I don't get it I'm so tired. Why do I not wish to return home? Nadra aunty says Milind loves me how can it be I have nothing to me that would make him do so she had explained to him the reason to her depression and Ali had smiled. "Bas itni sii baat" That's it? he had asked her and she simply stared at him. "Aap ko itni sii baat lagti meri jaan per bani hai" For you it might be trivial but it's consumed my life she had remarked sadly. "Prachi kuch baatein waqt per chor deini chahiyein yaqeen kero qismat main jo likha hota hai hota wohi hai. Jab mainey Pam sey pyaar kiya tha yeh nahin socha tha keh woh mujhey mileygi bhi ya nahin. Per uskey bina zinda rehna mushkil lagney laga tha, shayad jeevan bemainey lagney laga tha. Ab zyaada mat socho please or kal kii tayyari key liye ammi ka haath batao waisey hii mujhey pareshaan kiya hua hai uss Pam kii bachi ney" Prachi some things are better left to time. When I met Pam I didn't even have any idea I would one day get her. But then I think life without her would have been impossible, incomplete. Now don't worry much and help my mother with the preparations as it is Pam has quite tired me he had exclaimed in exasperation in an attempt to divert her attention. Ali had realized Prachi was confounded with her change in feelings and was unable to comprehend them, the only trick now was to make her accept her feelings as love for Milind and his for her as real.

The night was passed tossing and turning by Prachi everyone wanted her to figure it out herself which in her opinion was quite impossible somewhere near dawn her eyes drooped close Milind had found her slumbering in discomfiture and wondered what was the matter. He checked her pulse and forehead she felt fine but then why did her eyes appear puffy as if she had been up till late. It was a Saturday and the auspicious day when Ali was going to wed Pam it had been decided that they would first take the vows in a church and in the evening their nikah would take place in the chawl premises. Prachi had woken up to Ali cursing Milind for getting late they had to go get a bouquet and then collect his dress for the evening. Prachi had offered to make them a late breakfast but Milind told her he had already made it and had also fed Baba. He told her he would be back soon and had hurried out after Ali who appeared to be riding a wind whipped horse that day. Completing her household chores Prachi had tended to Baba informing him about Ali's wedding that day and explaining to him that she would be at his place to help Nadra aunty with the preparations for the evening. Ali's small house was filled with relatives who had stayed over the previous night Nadra begum was having a hard time catering to them all.

Prachi found Arti and Anju there already they had sighed a huge sigh of relief to see Prachi and had soon engaged her in tasks too which Prachi had enjoyed immensely. She had attended very few weddings in her life and the ones that she had were strictly formal affairs. Never had she seen such hustle and bustle and was quite happy making tea for the guests and serving them snacks. Milind and Ali had soon returned collecting his sherwani from the tailor on the way. The highlight for Prachi was when Ali had handed her, her dress for the evening and she had looked at him surprised. "Yeh kiya hai Ali?" What is this? she had asked confounded. "Meri shaadi per tumhara jora har bhai deta hai behen ko main tumko behen maanta huun is liye yeh tumharey liye hai" Your dress for my wedding it's a tradition that brothers gift it to sisters and since you consider you my sister this is for you Prachi had wept then clutching the dress to her heart. Ali had hugged her protectively "Paagal ho jo roti ho yeh to haq hai tumhara, ab chalo ghar jao or phir church merey saath" Come on don't cry it is your right to have it now go home and get dressed to go to the church with me he had patted her head affectionately. Prachi stood near the podium with an extremely nervous Ali in a new tuxedo Milind had gifted him for his wedding. Pam had stepped on the crimson carpet lining the whole length of the church her arm held by Milind who had decided to give her away much to Pam's pleasure and delight. Their few friends had gathered for the service Ali had been adamant that Prachi attend the service too and she had assented donning her skirt and blouse she had worn on her trip to Mumbaii the first time. She looked radiant as she smiled at Ali assuringly. Once the bride and groom had exchanged their vows they had been showered with petals and congratulated one of Pam's friend Shubha had flown in from the States to attend her wedding. "I must say Ali you certainly are the man Pam said you were" she had marvelled at Pam's choice. Shubha was a dusky damsel she was a micro biologist at a reputed insitution back in the states, she was a bright and bubbly girl who was Pam's closest friend. Pam's ancestors hailed for the south of the Indian Subcontinent a place where Shubha was born and spent a large part of her teenage life before flying to the states for higher studies. Ali had immediately taken a liking to the girl and had asked her to help him in the elaborate plan he had in mind to get his best friend and sister confess their feelings to each other.

Milind had left with Prachi to look at the preparations for the nikah that evening while Ali was to return after dropping Pam and Shubha to her apartment. On the way Ali had explained to Pam and Shubha what exactly he required of them that evening and they had smiled consenting to help in every way possible. Come evening the chawl was brightly lit a tent had been erected in the middle of the courtyard where a stage had been set up complete with a sofa set to accomodate the bridal couple while they retook their vows. Prachi had changed in the forest green lehenga Ali had gifted to her she had put on the silver jewellery Milind had gifted her for her birthday lined her eyes with kohl and applied light make up for the first time. She had pressed Milind's ink black kurta salwar for him awaiting him to return home since he was the one looking after the arrangements for the dinner to folow the nikah ceremony. Finally when he had reached home he hardly had cast a glance at Prachi partly because he had yet to get ready and then help Ali get dressed who was acting like a fussy baby since morning and largely because he was dead tired. Prachi was taken aback to see heim ignore her she had specially asked Arti to help her get ready as she did not know much about make up. Milind had dashed to the common washroom showering and changing he had returned home to get his wild hair to settle down though he had given up any hopes of doing that when he heard Ali bellow at the top of his lungs for him to get to his home immediately.

The ceremony was finally conducted Pam sat smiling looking breath taking in her bridal scarlet lehenga after taking her vows. Nadra begum had showered her with kisses and warm wishes praying for eternal happiness with her son. The relatives had then poured in one by one congratulating her handing her gifts which she would pass on to Prachi sitting beside her. Despite her best efforts to remain happy Prachi found it quite difficult to keep up with the pretense practically everyone had complimented her telling her that Milind indeed was a lucky man to have succh divine beauty as his wife. It was only Milind who had failed to say or do anything to her that would've made her realize he too appreciated her looking that way. Shubha had located Milind taking care of the guests and had walked up to him from where Prachi sat she could see Milind smile at Shubha and soon they were chatting and laughing together. It turned out Shubha's fiance Harpreet was into hotel business back in the states the reason Milind had been involved in an animated discussion with her. Prachi ofcourse was quite unaware of Shubha's committed status and could only see that Milind was chummy with her something she was not liking at all. Ali had smiled in satisfaction to see Prachi's face lose all colour watching Milind with Shubha his plan was working well.

The guests had settled down since dinner had been served and were busy feasting Pam had to play her part now. "Prachi I think Milind and Shubha make a nice couple don't you think so?" she had remarked innocently and Prachi had looked at her in horror. "What do you mean?" she had stifled a screm. "Oh Ali told me you and Milind aren't married you are just staying with him till you are able to go back to London back home" Pam had smiled and Prachi had felt her heart sink. "So I believe after you leave Milind will get married for real one day then why not Shubha she's well off and holds a nice job in the States, Milind could have a good life there" Pam had continued smiling sweetly having quite a fair idea of Prachi's thoughts on her suggestions. All that stopped Prachi from bursting into tears was the concious awareness that there were many people around who would question her regarding her outburst and she did not wish to create a scene. "I don't think Milind will leave Baba behind" she had answered quietly to Pam. "I'm sure Shubha can manage to get him treated in the States they have good facilities for paralytic patients there" Pam was leaving no chance for Prachi to negate the idea. Prachi appeared as if someone had thrust a dagger through her heart and now she was bleeding to a slow painful death. After dinner the few youngsters had taken to dancing trying to keep their feet moving to the latest bollywood hits.

Shubha had steered Milind to the dance circle and urged him to join her "Come on Milind I know you can move better than me" she had laughed. "Shubha please I swear I'll be more of an embarrasment" he had pleaded when Ali had intervened. "Chal na abhi bhao kyun dey raha hai" Ok why are acting high and mighty he had teased Milind "Yaar Prachi itni der sey nahin dikh rahi kidhar hai, terey kaam key chakron main dhang sey baat nahin hui uss sey saarey din" I haven't had a word with Prachi all day thanks to your wedding preparations Milind had explained the real reason for his denial. Ali had assured him that Prachi was having the time of her life with his new wife onstage Milind had looked up to see Prachi smile at a guest talking to her somehow she did not appear to be having the time of her life to him. He would've gone to her had Ali not stalled him "Chal na yaar Shubha mehmaan hai meri usey khush rakhney kii zimmedaari teri bhi hai" Come on man she's my guest you have to please her Ali had complained making Milind comply half heartedly. Shubha was an avid conversationalist and despite Milind's initial resistance he was soon caught up in a happy dance with her laughing at his inability to execute even one step properly. "Look Prachi I think they have already become good friends" Pam had pointed to where Shubha had slung her arm around Milind's shoulder teaching him to do a routine step and that was the final call for Prachi. Unable to keep her tears imprisoned any longer she had rushed off stage and ran all the way to her house. Once there she had broken down completely. Crying hard she had sought refuge in Baba's room he poor man could not understand the cause of her unhappiness and tried his best to soothe her. Placing his hand on her head he had assured her of his being with her through thick and thin.

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Prachi had not known how long she had cried soon tired and wearied she had passed on to a dreamless sleep sitting on the floor besides Baba her head on his mattress his hand on her hair. That night Baba had been extremely upset with an equally puzzled Milind. After finishing his dance with Shubha Milind had tried to find Prachi who somehow had managed to vanish he hadn't had dinner as he had wanted to dine with Prachi. He was extremely exhausted and wished to retire home immediately he questioned about her to Kaaki , Nadra begum and her friends all though were clueless regarding her whereabouts. Milind had started becoming agitated she did not seem herself lately and he wondered why the hell had he not talked to her earlier atleast he'd have her safe home if she indeed had wished to abscond the party. Informing Ali of his exit he had gone home to find Prachi slumbering beside his father gently lifting her in his arms he had made her comfortable on her bed removing her shoes covering her with a blanket. The cold August winds had started blowing and it had become quite chilly changing into his night dress Milind had proceeded to feed Baba but it seemed he was not in a good mood tonight. Baba simply refused to open his mouth despite Milind's countless attempts to coax him to do so "Kiya ho gaya hai Baba kiya Prachi aapko khana khila chuki hai?" What is wrong Baba has Prachi fed you the dinner already? he had inquired fearing that may be forcing the old man to have a second dinner.

Baba had blinked his eyes thrice which meant a no "Phir kiya baat hai aap khana kyun nahin kha rahey?" Then what is the matter why are you not having your dinner? Milind had questioned perplexed "Puh..puh.. Praa" that was all Baba could say and somehow Milind knew this time it meant Prachi. "Kiya hua Prachi ko... woh ro rahi thi na... pata nahin kiya ho gaya hai ussey mujhey samajhti nahin, mera dard nahin jaanti Baba. Kaisey samjhaun ussey main pyaar kerta huun uss sey." What happened tp Prachi... she was crying I know...I don't know what has happened to her. Why won't she understand that I love her Baba. She doesn't understand my pain how do I make her realize Baba? Milind had felt dismal at the day's events no matter how hard he tried he simply could not make Prachi understand that he loved her. Baba had moved his hand with great difficulty and placed it on Milind's. Taking it to his lips Milind had kissed it in veneration it cut him to think that there were just a few days left for Prachi to return home and until she realized she was in love with him he had no right to keep him with her. What relationship would he have even if he stalled her return, merely a friend would they live like this forever. That was certainly something not acceptable by him, he wanted to have her to hold her touch her soothe her own her make her his in every aspect and that could only happen when and after he married her. Life had been complex earlier too but never this heart wrenching he had loved and lost his mother, his sister and then his niece but he was not prepared to surrender Prachi to fate too. She was his she had to see that though he had no clue as to how he would get about to make her realize that.

The next morning Prachi had been extraordinarily quiet being a Sunday Milind was home he had tried talking to Prachi but she simply refused to converse which had angered him. Milind had asked Prachi to vacate the kitchen so that he may brew himself a cup of tea "Main bana deti huun" I'll make it Prachi had tried to make him comfortable. "It's ok tuu chali jaayegi to bhi mujhey hii banani pareygi chai" It's ok when you leave I'll have to make it myself then too he had told her making her gape at him shocked. Her return was something that was a sore topic for Milind and her inability to consider his feelings as love for her had made him sad causing him to snap at her. "Matlab aap ney mujh sey jo bhi vaadey kiye they jhoot they... aap ney kaha mujhey jaaney key liye kabhi nahin kaheingey or aaj khud hii yeh sab keh rahey hain" All that you had promised was a lie? You said you would never ask me to leave and today you stand here negating your promise she had been stunned. All that she had dreamt and he had promised had been a lie he had never cared for her it was just a hoax and she wondered why "Kyun kiya aaj tak to kertey rahey merey saath. Mujhey jhooti umeedain detey rahey merey emotions key saath kheltey rahey kiyun Milind kiyun" Why did you play with my emotions Milind give me false hopes.. why? she had wept sliding to the floor. Milind stood there aghast it was simply no use explaining to her what he felt she was going to consider it all wrong anyways. "Kiya aapko bhi meri daulat ki chah thi... isi liye rakha tha mujhey apney saath" Did you desire my wealth too was that the reason you let me stay here with you? she had wanted to know and that had been the last straw for Milind. Holding her roughly by her hands he had led her to where his father lay keeping his palm on his head. With his other hand still holding her he had pressed his fingers in her soft flesh his eyes glowering at her. "Merey baba kii qasam terey paisey sey pyaar hota to kab ka tujhey terey baap key paas phenk aata or unsey paisey bhi vasool ker chuka hota terey badley per main itna gira hua nahin." I swear on my father if it were money I was interested in I'd have thrown you back at your father's feet long back and got the money from him but no I'm not as pathetic as you think I am. Since Baba was still sleeping he had dragged to her bedroom throwing her on the bed he banged his fist in the wall beside her making her gasp in fright. "Kiya kaha tuuney terey emotions key saath khilwaar kiya. Khilwaar laga tujhey mera pyaar Prachi" What did you say that I played with your emotions. Is that what you think of my love for you Prachi? he had held her face in his bruised palm making her look up at him his own face depicting his hurt clear.

"Haan Prachi pyaar kiya hai mainey tujhsey kab sey jaanta nahin, kaisey yeh bhi nahin jaanta per kerta huun Prachi ...kerta huun" Yes Prachi I have loved you from when I don't know, why too is something I haven't figured out but I do Prachi I do he had seethed. Never had he imagined her to misunderstand his actions and feelings as a means of garnering riches from her father, how dare she even think that way. Making her stand up he had held her close shaking her roughly by her arms "Tujhey lagta hai mainey apney swarth key liye tujhey yahaan rakha, nahin Prachi nahin. Tujhey iss liye yahaan rakha kyunki tujhey uss duniya key hawaley nahin kerna chahta tha. Aaj tak chup raha kyunki terey laiq merey paas kuch nahin na paisa na maqam na khushiyan or na woh aaram jo tujhey terey baap key ghar main milta aaya hai" You think I kept you here because of my own benefit no Prachi no. I kept you here because I wanted to keep you safe from the world outside. I never said anything about my feelings earlier as I have nothing to offer you nor riches nor comfort neither happiness and I did not want you to be deprived of the life you had been living in your father's home he had closed his eyes in agony while Prachi stood stoned. So it was true he loved her he always had but didn't want her to sacrifice her luxurious life "Milind aap" she had tried to say when he had put up his palm to her. "Bas! jo bolna tha bol liya jo sochna tha soch liye eik baar puchney ki himmat nahin kii mujh sey jo mann main aaya bol diya bina yeh sochey merey dil per kiya beeteygi Prachi" Enough! you said what you had to say without giving a damn to what I would feel a single tear had left his eye which he had wiped away angrily. He could not go weak infront of her neither let her believe he could not survive without her picking up the keys to his taxi he had walked out of the house leaving Prachi behind to think over all that had happened. That afternoon when Ali had come to call Milind and Prachi to join him for lunch he had found Prachi huddled in a corner her eyes red rimmed face slightly swollen. Ali could not understand why he chanced to find her in the same position each time. "Prachi kiya hua?" Prachi what happened? he had questioned her worriedly somehow her silence would not break though the tears continued to flow continually and that alerted Ali to some grave mishap having occured. "Prachi main kuch puuch raha huun... Milind kahaan hai?" Prachi I'm asking you something where is Milind? he had inquired thoroughly irritated now.

But Prachi appeared to have been in shock she simply refused to register his presence near her Ali was now frightened by her condition. Picking her up in his arms he had taken her to his own home where Pam and Nadra begum awaited Milind and Prachi. Watching him carry Prachi in his arms both of them had stood up in alarm Prachi had by now fallen unconscious the constant crying had rendered her fatigued and she had passed out unable to bear the shocking news of Milind's acceptance of love for her. It was indeed a revelation one that had made her mind freeze for the moment more than the revelation her heart was burdened with the guilt of accusing him of being a gold digger how could she had misinterpreted his love for greed. She was not able to forgive herself for that one mistake alone. Nadra begum sprinkled water on Prachi's face to make her wake up and finally she had come around looking about her she sat up to find herself in Ali's bedroom with Nadra begum by her side.

"Beta kiya hua... Milind or tumharey beech jhagra hua hai kiya?" What happened child... did you and Milind have a fight? Nadra begum had asked her lovingly tucking her vagrant tresses behind her ear. "Aunty Milind chaley gaye.... mujh sey naraaz hain main nahin samajh paayi unhain, nahin samajh paayi" Aunty Milind has gone he is mad at me. I did not understand him, I didn't she had sobbed Pam had immediately hugged her consoling her. "Prachi sanbhalo apney aap ko" Prachi get a hold of yourself she had made her drink water but Prachi simply could not get over the immense pain that tugged her heart she had misconstrued Milind's emotions accused him of something he had never even thought of. She hated herself for that and now no matter how hard or how long she wept she was unable to apologize to him. "Kahaan gaya hai Milind?" Where has he gone? Ali had asked Prachi who though was clueless of his whereabouts. "Pata nahin" I don't know she had managed between sobs which certainly was not much of help. Ali had decided to let Milind cool off his anger maybe by evening he would feel considerably better and return home Milind was not irresponsible and Ali knew no matter how hot headed, Milind could not forget that his father breathed solely for him. Prachi had returned home after some time she dishearteningly completely her chores but could not control the deluge that spilled from her eyes while feeding Baba.

"Sab meri ghalati hai Baba mainey ghalat samjha unko kaisey samjhaun unko keh mainey jaan bujh ker nahin kaha tha" It's all my fault Baba I misunderstood him how do I tell him I never meant what I said she had cried her heart out to the old man who could no nothing but look at her in silence. Afternoon gave way to evening and then nighfall but Milind had not returned Ali had checked all the spots Milind could have visited or could be traced to but Milind was unavailable everywhere. It was an exceptionally cold night as the wind howled rushing through treetops like a siren let loose. Rain had been predicted and rain it had the large water drops pelted on the world below hard and fast like little balls shot through the skies. The patter of the rain on the window panes and the distant roll of thunder accompanied by lightning in the skies had scared the living lights out of Prachi. Ali had sent Pam over to Milind's house to keep take care of Prachi who as he rightly expected was having a hard time all alone in the house. Despite Pam's attempts Prachi refused to eat even a morself of grain her heart bled to think Milind was out there in such worse weather and it was she who had driven him to such extremes. That entire night Prachi hadn't been able to sleep even a wink she kept praying to God chanting Milind's name asking God to keep him safe wherever he was.

Around dawn Milind had returned home drenched to the core Prachi who sat awaiting him by the door had leapt up to greet him but he had simply ignored her. Taking out his clothes he had left for the washroom his head throbbed badly his eyes were bloodshot he had spent the entire night at the beach reminiscing at the fond memories he had of the moments spent with Prachi there. He had at the end of his meditation come to the conclusion that he would certtainly not push Prachi to accept him she had to make her decision on her own. It was her life and no matter how much he loved her he had no right to keep her bound to him. The rain had put out the burning fire within him and he had felt considerably level headed by morning though little had he known what his little stint was going to cost him. By the time Milind had returned Prachi had prepared his breakfast he though was in no mood for any pleasantries and had turned to leave when she had held his arm. "Saza deney sey pehley meri baat nahin sunaingey Milind" Won't you listen to my clarification before punishing me? she had cried mutely her tears wetting his hand which she held near her cheek. "Saza to tuu dey chuki mujhey Prachi ab sirf ussey bhugatna baaqi hai" You've already punished me Prachi now I just have to bear it he had remarked sorrowfully wiping away her tears. "Ro mat Prachi terey aansu mujhey buhut takleef detey hain" Don't cry Prachi your tears hurt me he had told her gently extricating his arm from her hold.

Leaving her stare at his broad back he had left for work Prachi could simply not believe that she had infact destroyed her own heaven but she knew she had to talk to him tell him that she was sorry for being judgemental. Fear of losing him to Shubha had made her react that way, that she was wrong and was ready to accept any punishment for it. Pam had returned home after waking up assuring Prachi of being right near her and would be back if she desired. Prachi had apologized to her and had asked her to inform Ali that Milind had indeed returned and was at work. The morning had passed uneventfully though the afternoon was quite the opposite it appeared that Milind had not been feeling well during the day and had taken the day off. Returning home he had collapsed on the sofa his body burning to the touch Prachi who was least expecting him at that time was surprised to see him back but her surprise was quickly taken over by concern for him. He lay sprawled awkwardly on the sofa Prachi had bent down to straighten him when she felt his skin searing hot as if on fire she gasped feeling his forehead which indicated that he suffered from high temperature. Running next doors Prachi had fetched Ali who had helped her move Milind to the bed in her room Prachi had removed his shoes and socks while Ali had advised her to check his temperature and start with the cold compress while he fetched the doctor.

Prachi had done as instructed dipping small pieces of cloth in ice cold water she had started placing them on his forehead. The fever had escalated rendering Milind unconscious but even in his bedraggled condition he kept chanting her name "Prachi" he would murmur every few seconds. "Milind... Milind" Prachi could not stop herself from trying to wake him up. "Milind uthiye Milind...." Wake up Milind she wept "mujhey maaf ker dijiye Milind main aapko samajh nahin paayi apney aap ko samajh nahin paayi." Forgive me Milind for not understanding you, I haven't understood my self either. She cried hysterically the one man her heart truly beat for was unconscious unmoving and sick due to her stupidity. "Milind" she had wept hot tears dropping from her eyes seeping in his shirt if only he would wake up she would tell him what he meant to her but it seemed as if Milind had decided against listening to her pleas this time his eyes closed shut his lips sealed he remained motionless.

Chp 26

Ali had returned with the doctor who after a thorough inspection had put forward the thought that Milind might be suffering from dengue fever as it currently was a widespread disease. The news wasn't very appealing and the doctor had immediately withdrawn a vial of blood from Milind's veins to get it tested for the supposed disease. If indeed it was as he suspected then Milind would have to be admitted in the hospital for proper treatment but for the time being he had jotted down a few medicines for treating viral fever. Ali had accompanied the doctor to his car and had gone to the pharmacy to get the required medicines. Prachi had gone pale to hear the doctor rule out Milind's fever as fatal she had ample knowledge of the numerous cases of dengue fever patients passing away due to lack of proper treatment. The symptoms to dengue fever were rash and itchiness on the body she had read that the spots red or purple in colour appeared first on the chest and limbs. Opening Milind's shirt buttons she pulled it apart to reveal a clear chest that heaved rhythmically rising and falling as he breathed raggedly. Overcome with relief Prachi had lain her face on it crying silently the few moments that had passed from the doctor's announcement to her checking him out had felt like eons and she had known then that if anything happened to him she herself would not be able to breathe a minute longer. The cold compress had helped Milind's fever to subside a bit allowing him to regain his consciousness he slowly opened his eyes to feel a weight on his chest.

On closer examination he realized it was Prachi and she indeed was weeping on his frail condition. "Prachi" he had murmured causing Prachi to lift her head and look at him closely "Milind" she had managed stifling sobs. Bending towards him she had kissed his forehead eyes nose and cheeks in jubilation "Milind" she kept repeating taking her hand in his own she cried silently kissing it copiously. Her gesture had filled his heart with happiness and he had struggled to sit up when she had propped pillows around him for support. "Ab kyun ro rahi hai" why are you crying now? he had asked his tone hurt and slow. "Mujhey maaf nahin kareingey Milind?" won't you forgive me Milind? she had bent her head low in remorse "main ney aapkey pyaar ko nahin samjha per kiya kerti aapko Shubha key saath dekh ker mujhey acha nahin laga. Eik baar bhi aap ney mujh sey baat nahin kii mainey kitna intezaar kiya aapka" I never understood your love but i couldn't bear to see you with Shubha. You never talked to me once although I kept waiting she had confessed about her jealousy to him making him smile at her. So it had been the green bug that had caused her to act that way with him "Mujhey pehley kyun nahin bataya?" Why didn't you tell me earlier? he had asked enjoying her trepidation. "Pehley khud kahaan samjha tha keh jalney lagi thi main Shubha sey. Koi aapko chuey mujh sey bardasht nahin hota" I never understood earlier that I was jealous of Shubha. i cannot bear to see anyone else touch you she had softly accepted her envy regarding his innocious dance with Shubha.

Milind had laughed mutely at her self discovery but he still needed to make sure she understood that she loved him too. Holding her hand he had pulled her on the bed beside him making her lie in his arms "Kyun jal rahi thi Shubha sey... tujhey kiya laga main or woh" Why were you jealous of Shubha... did you think she and I? he had cocked his eyebrows questioningly. "Pam ney kaha tha woh aapko America ley jaayegi.... mujh sey duur" Pam had said she would take you away to America... far away from me Prachi had whimpered as he encased her lovingly. "Mujh sey pucha tha keh main uskey saath jaunga ya nahin? Bas soch liya chor duunga tujhey" Did you ask me that I would go with her or not? Just assumed that i would leave you he had chided her and she had pressed in closer to him looking at him intently. "Mujhey darr lagney laga tha Milind aapkey bina jee nahin sakti main, aap hii to merey jeeney kii wajah hain" I got scared Milind I cannot live without you you are the reason I live she had disclosed the secrets her heart bore. "Acha main jeeney kii wajah ban gaya ab.... kyun" Hm so I'm the reason for you to live... since when he had probed and she had looked at him through watery eyes "Aap sey pyaar kerti huun Milind.... pehley samjha nahin per ab jaanti huun aap key bina rehna kitna mushkil hai. Eik pal sukoon nahin mujhey. Jaantey hain saari raat main jaagti rahi aapkey intizaar main. Kyun chaley gaye they mujhey chor key" I love you Milind I never understood it before but now I know it is difficult for me to live without you she had complained caressing his face tenderly. "Mujhey to laga tha tuu reh sakeygi merey bina" I thought you could live without me he had teased her "issi liye to mujhey itna kuch suna diya. Kiya kaha tha ... haan khilwaar kiya mainey terey saath" that is why you scolded me what was it that you said.. ah yes I played with your sentiments he had continued mocking her. Guilty and repentant Prachi had cried again burying her face in his chest "I'm sorry Milind... I'm sorry" she apologized repeatedly making him feel that she had enough of it.

"Bas" Enough he had stopped her tenderly wiping her tears away "Ab dil tora hai to joro bhi isi shart per maafi milaygi" well you broke my heart so you'r gonna fix it now he had told her seriously donning a grave expression. Prachi lay contemplating on his condition and her next move finally she had bent down to his chest pressing her soft lips to his skin to where his heart beat wildly. Milind had smiled at her gesture savouring her touch embracing her once again he lay her on the pillow beside him placing her hands on his shoulders he felt her breath quicken as she anticipated his magical touch. Tilting her head up he gingerly rested his lips on hers touching them, teasing them, enticing her till she could take it no more and opened her mouth for him to work freely. Her hands snaked around his neck pushing him to her, her fingers running through his wild mane while he made her discover the new world his passion had opened to her. Milind continued to assault her senses trailing his hot lips from her own to the rest of her face stamping them with his signature making her moan for more. He did not let her compose herself capturing her lips again in a passionate kiss making her body throb in titilation. Tightening his grip around her he pressed her close feeling her warmth seep into him sucking her lips enticingly.

It had been a marathon kissing session that had left Prachi breathless Milind had not stopped at one breaking apart regularly to grant her time to breathe pulling her into his desirable hold no sooner that she regained her breath. The exercise had made Prachi quite aware of the amor he harboured in his heart for her much later when Milind had felt drained he had laid his head on her bosom hearing her heart thud beneath him. She combed his curls lovingly happy that at last she knew the love was mutual. "Prachi I'm sorry" Milind had whispered smelling her exquisite fragrance lifting his head he looked at her while she gazed at him questioningly "Kis liye?" for what? she had inquired confused. "Tujhey itna tang kiya saari raat ghar nahin aaya tuu pareshaan ho gayi ho gi naa" I made you go through so much pain i didn't return home the whole night you must have been worried he had smoothed her tresses lovingly and she had shaken her head in the affirmative her eyes glazing with unshed tears. "Bol kiya saza degi meri beyrukhi key liye" Now tell me what punishment do I get for this? he had kissed her fingers lovingly "Sach tera dil torna to nahin chahta tha per... sorry" Honestly I didn't wish to break your heart but.. sorry he had said again. Placing her hand on his mouth Prachi had quietened him "Aapko maafi sirf eik shart per mileygi" You'll get pardoned on one condition she had implied making him smile against her hand. "Agar kabhi aisa hua keh main aapko pukaaron, aapki madad chahun aap aayengey na meri madad key liye. Mujhey beech raastey to nahin choreingey" If I were to callyou for help someday would you help me then and not leave me on my own she had questioned hopefully. "Eik baar tujh sey duur gaya to jaan gaya Prachi terey bina to main kuch nahin vaada tuu jab pukaareygi mujhey apney paas paayegi" I deserted you once and now I know how difficult life is without you I promise you'll find me beside you whenever you call he had promised his eyes explaining that what he said was the truth and Prachi had smiled sweetly. "To phir jaaiye maaf kiya" she had told him smiling shyly as he pulled her closer "Bas, or kuch nahin ?" That's it nothing else? he had questioned teasingly nipping her neck and she had answered after a while "Or ab kabhi Shubha key saath dance nahin kareingey... uss sey baat bhi nahin kareingey" You won't dance with Shubha... nor will you talk to her she had wanted to know. "Kon Shubha!" Shubha who!! Milind had mocked her tickling her till she squealed with laughter.

"Milind" Prachi had called out some time later and he propped his head on his arm gazing at her fondly. "Aap mujh sey shaadi ker lijiye, phir main aap key saath hamesha rahungi" You can marry me then we will stay together forever she had suggested eagerly and he had grinned. "Hum shaadi kareingey Prachi per terey Papa ki marzi sey" We'll get married Prachi but with your father's consent he had informed her making her go deathly pale. She sat up in alarm clutching his hand in desperation "Milind Papa... Papa nahin" Papa won't she couldn't complete her sentence her terror rendering her speechless. She knew her father would never consent her to marry him a mere financial advisor someone who lived in a chawl and who simply could not match their social staus. Watching her that way Milind had filled her in his arms "Main huun na saath phir kaisa darr" I'm here with you then why do you worry he had soothed her but she remained unconvinced clutching fistfuls of his shirt she wept against him. "Agar Papa ney shaadi key liye mana ker diya Milind to main jaan dey duungi" If Papa does not agree for the marriage I'll die she had informed him and he had looked at her in shock. "Khabardaar jo aisa socha bhi Prachi" Don't you dare even think on those lines he had warned her gruffly "Kisney kaha tujhey teri jaan sirf teri hai... yeh meri hai Prachi sirf meri or issey mujh sey cheennay ka koi haq nahin diya mainey tujhey. Chahey kuch ho jaaye Prachi main hamesha terey saath rahunga" Who said your life is your's alone it's mine Prachi just mine and I'm not going to allow you to play with it. No matter what happens I'll always stay with you he had promised her gently caressing her trembling form.

Pushing her face up he wiped away her tears reaching for her swollen lips causing her to forget every other thing beside him. Cradling her in his strong hold he continued to appease her masterfully invoking her to participation and soon they were involved in a passionate union of their mouths their hands exploring each other. Panting hard Prachi had closed her eyes to let herself drown in the sea of his love hoping to remain submerged in it forever. They would have continued had Milind not heard Ali ascend the chawl steps in the distance releasing her he quickly pressed his lips against her in a final peck buttoning his shirt. Prachi had gathered her dupatta that had slipped away in the commotion and had got off the bed regaining her position on the chair beside the bed. Ali had returned to see them both talking to each other his trained eyes though had guaged the tremendous change that had occured in his absence he cleared his throat to garner attention. Prachi had looked up at him one look at her and he knew they had patched up her cheeks were flushed her lips quite turgid she blushed continually. Milind looked much relaxed the anxiety he bore had vanished without a trace smiling to himself Ali had handed Prachi his medicines asking her not to worry about the food as he would get some from home for them.

Milind's fever rose and subsided over the next few days it was a viral infection and to Prachi's elation certainly not dengue related. She tended to him and Baba though Milind had wanted to help but she denied any such advances from him asking him to take complete rest. Her care and love had miraculous effects on him at night when the world slept they would lie awake in each other's arms by now Prachi had come to love the way he aroused her desires for him. She had learnt how to reciprocate with equal fervor and made him understand she needed him as much as he wanted her. On the seventh day Milind had asked her to drop by at his office and explain to them the reason of his extended absence he would have told Ali to perform the task but Ali and Pam had left for their week long honeymoon to Kerala. Armed with an application and a doctor's certificate she stepped into his office the next day Prachi had been unaware of her father's latest venture in India neither had she access to any source that would inform her of the recent developments. She walked into the office asking for instructions to Mr Khanna's cabin quite unaware of the shock she was to receive on reaching there.

It so happened that Inder had chanced to come up to Khanna's office he had spotted errors in a transaction to be made the very day and hoped to rectify the mistakes immediately. Inder stood studying the file his back to the door when Prachi had knocked on the glass door seeking permission to enter. "Can I help you?" Khanna had perched his glasses on his nose to have a better view of her "Actually my husband Milind Mishra works here, he is sick since the past few weeks I just dropped by to give his leave application. I didn't have the number so I couldn't call" she had explained sweetly while Inder froze in his tracks that was Prachi. How exactly did she manage to hop from Sinapore to India was none of his concern he however was very much interested in her marital status rotating at a full 180 degrees he stood facing her. The moment Prachi's eyes had rested on Inder feral face the rest of the world had vanished all that was left was him and her. His lips pressed close Inder had collected the application from her and slamming it on the glass table had held her by her arm guiding her to his car outside. There were questions and she would answer them but once they were in the privacy of their penthouse suite at Marriot. For Prachi the world had indeed ended the moment she had feared since the past four months was finally upon her, her life had come to a standstill her eyes had closed as she had passed out from shock falling in a heap on the cold marble floor.

Chp 27

Prachi had awoken to find herself on a comfortable bed the lights were dimmed and an eerie silence engulfed the room. She sat up startled trying to make sense of her surroundings this was not home her mind kept warning her, the mattress was too soft the room too large and she was definitely not dreaming. Her head pounded hard and she lifted a tentative hand to touch it feebly. In a corner across the massive room sat a figure in an armchair rocking gently he had been there in that exact same position since the last four hours. Watching her probe about in the dark he had switched on the lights bathing the room in a rich warm glow Prachi had shielded her eyes from the sudden glare and then it had finally rushed back all of it. Her heart was scared stiff she was with her father who had heard her proclaim Milind as her husband now he would definitely skin her alive. "Main jaan sakta huun India main kiya ker rahi ho tum" What are you doing in India? his cold voice had hit her ears. Lowering her eyes to her hands she had tried to find the courage to explain to him the chain of events that had led her to Milind. "Mr Shah main yahaan ghumney aayi thi airport per mera samaan chori ho gaya is liye main" Mr Shah I had come here for sight seeing but my luggage got lost at the airport so she had tried to reason. "Iss liye tum eik do takey key taxi driver key saath rehney lagi" So you started living with a worthless taxi driver Inder had growled standing up from his comfortable position walking over to her his tall form towering her huddled figure shivering on the bed. She felt as if her soul may depart any moment now "Khayaal nahin aaya eik lamhey key liye bhi keh agar yeh baat press main phail gayi to. Log kaisi kaisi baatein banaieyengey. Inder Shah key naam kii maqaam ki koi value hai YA NAHIN TUMHARI NAZAR MAIN!" Didn't you even for once think what people would say if this would have leaked to the press. Don't you give a damn to my reputation he had bellowed and Prachi had closed her eyes shut.

"Mr Shah main..." Mr Shah I she had started "Hum teen din baad London jaa rahey hain jitna tamasha tum kerna chahti thi ker chuki ab aur nahin." We're going to London after three days you've done enough drama as it is no more. Three days Prachi had snapped her eyes open she could not survive three minutes without Milind three days was eternity moreover her life belonged to him in his chawl home not in London neither in Watford. "Main London nahin jaaungi" I won't go to London Prachi had told him in a final tone steeling her nerves she got off the bed. "Meri zindagi Milind sey shuru hoti hai or unhi per khatam.... main London nahin jaaungi... kabhi nahin" My life starts with Milind and ends on him ... I won't go to London.... ever. Inder had stared at her shocked. In all her life Prachi had never met his eye definitely not with such an undercurrent of rage his shrewd eye had gauged the raw and pent up anger that was bottled inside Prachi. "London to tum jaaogi Prachi" You will go to London Prachi Inder had asserted "Uss do takey key" That useless he would have elaborated on Milind's status more had Prachi not stopped him. "Enough Papa, main Milind key khilaaf eik or shabd nahin sunungi... main aapki beti huun khata meri hai keh mainey Milind sey pyaar kiya. Iss main unki koi ghalati nahin ulta unhon ney mujhey woh sab diya jo aap mujhey kabhi nahin dey paaye." Enough Papa I'm not going to hear a word against him. I'm your daughter it's my fault I fell in love with him not his that he helped me and took care of me. Tears had streamed down Prachi's cheeks as she recollected the precious moments she had spent with Milind in their haven together. "Tumhara dimagh kharab ho gaya hai" You have lost it completely Inder had stated coolly drawing a deep puff of his Belgian cigar. "Kiya diya ussney tumko faaqey, pareshanian or takleefain" What has he given you empty stomach, problems and hurt Inder had inquired sarcastically strutting around the room in pride. "Kiya hai uskey ghar main eik toota hua sofa, eik palang or do chotey kamrey, kiya mileyga tumhain wahaan Prachi?" What does he have in his home a broken sofa, an old bed and just two rooms. What will you get there Prachi? he had smiled at her sardonically. Prachi had looked at him aghast it hadn't even been a few hours and he knew everything about Milind. The moment Inder had heard her take his name he had dialled a detective he knew in those parts, Amit Verma and had asked him to dig up all information on Milind as soon as possible. An hour later Prachi's history with Milind was before Inder's very eyes the truth was Inder had been happy to see that Milind was the same man he had admired in his office days earlier.

He had been informed on how Milind had rescued Prachi from the terrorist attack and taken care of her in his house for the past four months, in Inder's opinion the fact that Milind had infact taken care of Prachi despite his despicable condition was remarkable. The detective had called up Ali in Kerala also inquired Kaaki and Nadra begum about Milind's character implying that it was for a promotion Milind was to receive at work. The innocent women had spilled the beans on his past life and connection with Prachi. Ali though could not be fooled easily and had decided to take the first bus back to Mumbaii something was wrong back at home and he had to help his friend. Pam had been suspicious of the phone call too and had readily assented to cut on their honeymoon she had come to like Prachi very much and felt guilty of making her go through pain only to make her fathom the love she held for Milind in her heart.

Milind who had been under the influence of drugs had dozed off after Prachi left for his office he had asked Ganpat a friend of his to accompany her there and bring her back safely. Poor Ganpat had a hard time watching Prachi taken away by Inder Shah in his arms so flustered was he that he had sped on his motorbike to inform Milind of the drastic change in events. Alas the speed had been too dangerous a proposition for him and he had ended up being stopped by a traffic police officer for speeding. There Ganpat sat waiting for his vehicle to be released as the traffic police officer was in no mood to let him leave without warming his palms something Ganpat was not in a position to do. Awakening refreshed after a relaxed sleep Milind had freshened up the fact that Prachi was not in the house was accompanied by the thought that she might have gone over to Kaaki or Ali's home and so he waited patiently but when the clock struck three he started getting worried. He checked in both the neighbour's homes to find her missing next he checked on Ganpat to ask him when he had brought her home only to find him absent from his abode too. Milind's mind had started thinking all sorts of thoughts what if she got lost, what if she was in trouble. He couldn't believe he had actually allowed her to go in the first place cursing himself for his stupidity he had asked Mr Rawal's son to tend to Baba while he went to search for Prachi. His head throbbed badly he still was weak from his illness but nothing registered to him neither the fatigue nor the exhaustion he had to find her donning on a clean pair of jeans and shirt he left the house on foot.

On reaching the office he had marched straight to Khanna's office "Where's my wife?" he had snapped catching Khanna offguard. "Well your wife was feeling unwell she fainted actually and Mr Shah took her to his temporary residence the penthouse suite at Marriot." Khanna had informed him giving him the instructions. "Wait" Khanna had called after him as prepared to speed off to the hotel mentioned afore "I'll send someone with you they won't let you in this way" he had pointed at Milind's disheveled look. Calling up Sameer from the marketing department he had instructed him to accompany Milind to his destination. Milind had thanked Khanna for his help praying fervently for Prachi to be alright. He was touched by Inder's gesture to have taken Prachi to a safe place when she was ill though the fact that she had been on his errand and had lost cociousness nagged him constantly. Once at the hotel they had managed to obtain access to the penthouse and now Milind stood outside the panneled wooden doors seeking permission to enter. Inder had heard the knock and had allowed him entrance Sameer had told Milind he would await him in the lobby and had left. As Milind had stepped in he was stunned to see Prachi sit sobbing on the bed while Inder's eyes welcomed him silently. "Prachi" Milind had called out alarmed causing her to jerk her head up in disbelief he opened his arms wide and she had run upto him hugging him passionately. "Milind" she had whimpered crying hard this probably was the last time she was seeing him deep down in her heart Prachi knew the final call would be Inder's and that he would indeed drag her back to London. "Ssshh Prachi main huun na ro kyun rahi hai...." I'm here Prachi don't cry he had soothed her tenderly as Inder watched on. "Pata hai kitna pareshaan ho gaya tha main sab jagah dhunda tujhey tuu beyhosh ho gayi thi. Teri tabiyat theek nahin thi to nahin jaati office..." Do you know how worried I was I looked for you all over. If you weren't feeling well why did you go to the office he had whispered in her ear kissing her forehead with love. It appeared to Inder that Milind was yet unaware of his relationship with Prachi the reason his presence hardly mattered to him. "Sorry sir aapko takleef hui meri wife kii wajah sey" Sorry sir you were troubled due to my wife he had smiled at Inder in gratitude. "Wife!" Inder had echoed sarcastically sauntering closer he had held Prachi's arm and pulled her away from Milind much to the latter's astonishment.

"Tumhari wife sey pehley yeh meri beti hai... Prachi Inder Shah" Before your wife she is my daughter he had emphasized on her full name and Milind had felt as if he had been thrown down a bottomless pit. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked questioningly first at Prachi and then at Inder hoping that he would be granted an explanation as to what the hell was going on. When and where did Prachi get related to his boss only then had it hit him that Prachi had told him earlier that she was a Shah only he had never found it possible for her gene pool to match up to his boss's. Prachi had wrenched her hand free from Inder and had run to Milind hiding behind him her hands enveloping him she closed her eyes shut resting her face on his back. Inder had been taken aback to see this rebellious side of his daughter and deep down was extremely pleased. He had understood that Prachi loved Milind with all her heart but now he had to test whether Milind withstood the test of love for Prachi or not.

Advancing cruelly towards them he had tried to place his hand on Prachi once again when Milind had caught it in his own the firm grip of his young blood had stalled Inder. "Yeh mat bhulo keh woh meri beti hai" Don't forget she's my daughter Inder had snarled "aap ki beti THI ab meri honey waali patni hai" she WAS your daughter now she is my wife to be Milind had answered undeterred. "Aaj tak main samajh nahin paaya keh eik baap itna pathar dil kaisey ho sakta hai keh apni beti ko manhus samjhey. Jaantey hain main ney Prachi sey aaj tak aap ki kabhi koi buraai nahin suni per aap ney ussey kabhi kuch acha kehney laiq bhi nahin chora" I never understood till now how a father could be so stone hearted as to consider his daughter a jinx. I've never heard Prachi talk ill of you but sadly you've never given her any reason to praise you either. Milind had released Inder's hand in disgust. "Sharam aati hai mujhey aapko apna boss kehtey huey jo insaan apni aulad key saath insaaf nahin ker saka ussey uskey haq ka pyaar or vishwaas nahin dey saka woh eik acha employer kabhi nahin ban sakta." I'm ashamed to call you a boss a man who cannot do justice to his own child and love her as his own can never be fair to his employees too. Milind's tirade had astounded Inder who was not expecting such a verbal assault from him he had expected Milind to cower away once he came to know that Prachi was his daughter. He had seen men approach Prachi for his money nothing else opposed to his thoughts and much to his relief Milind had made it quite clear that she belonged to him alone. "Main jaanta huun yeh sab tum iski daulat paaney key liye keh rahey ho achi tarah jaanta huun main tumhaari auqat. Tum ho kiya eik mamuli taxi driver" I know you'r saying all this because you want to attain her wealth. I know the likes of you , you measly taxi driver Inder had instigated him and Milind's blood had boiled in anger.

"Teil leney jaaye aapki naukri or bhaar main jaaye yeh daulat mujhey in dono kii zarurat nahin. Mujhey Prachi key ilawa kuch nahin chahiye kyunki merey liye yeh duniya kii sab sey bari daulat hai.Or aap kon hotey hain auqat kii baat kerney waaley auqat paisey sey nahin izzat sey tey kii jaati hai. Woh izzat jo duniya kii saari daulat bhi milker nahin laa sakti. Daulat to tawaifon key paas bhi hoti hai per izzat nahin waisey hi aapki daulat hai beyjaan or beymaaini" To hell with your riches and your job I'm not interested in either. I don't want anything besides Prachi she's the biggest wealth I could attain. And who gave you the right to determine my status. Status does not come from money it comes from respect that is earned not bought. Even call girls have money but no respect similar is your wealth lifeless and meaningless. Prachi had never felt so proud of Milind before he had blessed her hope and a meaning to live. Inder had had enough of it "Nikal jao yahhan sey iss sey pehley keh main tumhain ander kerwa duun tumhari yeh himmat, yeh majaal merey hii room main aa ker mujh sey hii zaban lara rahey ho" Get out from here before I hand you over to the police, how dare you stand in my room and insult me Inder had roared though it hadn't left much of a mark on Milind who stood unmoved. "Main Prachi ko liye bina nahin jaaunga" I'm not leaving without Prachi he had calmly told Inder who smiled inwardly at Milind's confidence. "Kis rishtey sey ley jaogey issey?" What relationship do you have with her that would allow you to do so Inder had rubbed salt on Milind's wounds "Tum ney abhi abhi kaha yeh tumhari honey waali patni hai matlab tumhara iss sey koi rishta nahin. Or aaj tak bhi tum issey koi rishta nahin dey paaye phir batao kis liye ley jaa rahey ho issey apni ayyashi key liye?" You just said she was your wife to be means you'r not married to her then why do you wish to take her so that you may quench your lust with her Inder had smiled wickedly and Milind had felt as if he had been slapped. His love for Prachi had been termed as lust for her by Inder and that had saddened Milind "Ayyashi hi kerwani hoti to kisi bazaar main milti aapko aapki beti , merey ghar main nahin. Aapko apney pyaar ki safaai deney ki zarurat mehsus nahin hoti mujhey kyunki aap issey kabhi samajh nahin paayeingey. Samjha hota to sab sey pehley Prachi sey pyaar kiya hota. Issey apna samjha hota iski maa ka qaatil nahin. Aaj jaana Prachi aap sey itna kyun derti hai, kyun aapki parchaii sey bhi duur bhagti hai kyunki issey yeh khauf rehta hai keh aap iss sey isski khushian cheen leingey.... jo shayad aap umer bhar kertey aaye hain". If lust was all that I cared for you'd have found her in some brothel not my home. I do not find it necessary to explain the truth of my love for her because I'm sure you will not understand it. If you were capable of doing so you'd have understood her right on your lie first. You would have accepted her as your daughter not your wife's murderer. I understand now why Prachi was scared of you why she used to cower at your name because she knew you would take away all her happiness... because thats exactly what you have been doing all your life. Inder had turned his face away towards the open windows all that Milind had said was true he had never allowed Prachi to live a life free of any burdens it had always been his anger and so called hatred for her.

Gently bringing Prachi to his side Milind had made her look at him her eyes wet and red veined "Prachi kab tak chupti raheygi in sey. Saari umer?" Prachi how long will you hide from him? Forever? he had questioned and Prachi had clasped his hands in her own she was scared to the core. "Dekh meri taraf" Look at me he had held her face in his palm making her look up at his kind face. "Maa baap to hamesha bachon sey pyaar kertey hain terey Papa bhi kertey hain unki khamoshi bata rahi hai shayad agar tuu jaa ker dekhey to aansu bhi hongey unki aankhon main. Mainey vaada kiya tha shaadi kerunga tujhsey per terey Papa kii marzi sey" Parents always love their children your father loves you too his silence says it all. He needs you Prachi even if you go look at him now he would be trying not to cry. I had promised you with your father's consent he had tenderly caressed her cheek. "Bharosa hai na mujh per" Do you trust me he had questioned her and she had shaken her head in the affirmative."Phir jaa apney Papa key paas unhain bhi teri zarurat hai" Then go to your father he needs you he had finally kissed her softly on the lips slipping her hand in his own he had walked upto where Inder stood masking his grief. "Yeh meri amanat hai aapkey paas kyunki kanyadaan to pita hii kerta hai.... or aapko bhi kerna hai isska humari shaadi main. Agar aapko phir bhi darr hai keh main iss sey daulat key liye shaadi ker raha huun to main legal documents sign kerney ko tayyar huun keh apki property or jaidad sey mera koi vaasta nahin... ab faisla aapka hai. Main issey saath ley jaata per aapney merey pyaar ko gaali dii hai or yeh mujhey bardasht nahin ab agar yeh merey ghar aayegi to Mrs Prachi Mishra banker" She'll stay with you because daughters are given away by their fathers when they get married. You too have to give her away when we get married. You think I'm in this for your wealth then I'm ready to sign legal documentation that I'm not going to have anything to do with it. I would've taken her had you not termed my love as lust now she'll enter my home as my wife and with that Milind had left.

"Kyun Papa kyun, kyun nahin rehney detey aap mujhey khush aaj tak main aap ki har baat maanti aayi kabhi kuch nahin maanga aapsey. Akelapan kitna mushkil hota hai yeh aapney mujhey samjhaya mujhsey mera parivaar cheen ker ab jab main apni khushi dhund chuki to woh aapko gawara nahin... kyun... aakhir aisa kiya gunah kiya hai mainey jiski saza aap mujhey saari umer deingey" Why Papa why why can't you let me be at peace. I've never asked you for anything always followed your wishes. You've made me realize what a terror solitude is by depriving me of my family and now that I've found my happiness it's not acceptable by you... why. What have I done to deserve this punishment that too for a lifetime she was hiccuping now. "Agar mujh sey itni hii nafrat thi to kyun laaye mujhey duniya main, paida hotey hii maar diya hota na aap ko koi pareshaani hoti na hii meri zindagi eik azab ban jaati khud merey liye or aapkey liye bhi" If you hated me so much why did you create me in the first place, why did you not kill me when I was born. It would've been so much better I wouldn't have jinxed your life and mine wouldn't have eternal hell not being able to withstand her questions Inder had left the room. The next few days had been crucial for all of them for Inder it was a battle between his heart and mind on the one hand he knew Prachi could not find a better match than Milind. Not only was the man appropriate for her also he loved her for the woman she was not because of her status or riches.

But the real problem for him was to admit that he had wronged Prachi all these days years the acceptance of the fact that it was because of him that Prachi had turned out to be an inconfident and extremely sensitive human being. Inder had come to know of Varun's gay status before he left for Milan and he had felt happy to think that Prachi had left for Singapore before he forced her to tie the knot. Suddenly all that he had put her through felt extremely demonic and he wondered how and when did he turn so heartless and brutal as to shun away his own daughter. But how, how was he to tell her how much he loved her he simply couldn't. Milind had resigned from his post that very day and had resumed his previous job that of a taxi driver his life had been drastically changed. He knew there was nothing he could do attain Prachi now, he had and still wanted Inder to assent for their union something he had a right to being Prachi's father. As for Prachi her world had finished the day Milind left her behind. She did not speak move or involve herself in any activity it was as if she were a lifeless soul forced to breathe to stay alive

Chp 28

It had been two days since Milind had left Prachi with Inder and both of them had been hell for him. He cried at nights muffling his sobs in his pillow so that Baba may not hear him unhappy. He had told baba that Prachi had gone to stay with her father since he had come to meet her and that had saddened Baba. It was only when Milind explained to Baba that Prachi would return after a few days had Baba started eating again. Having lost Prachi Milind was in no mood to give up his father to his cruel fate too. The third day Ali had returned with Pam "Tuu kyun aaya Ali?" Why did you come Ali? Milind had asked him surprised to see him back so soon. "Kiya matlab hai tera merey bhai kii duniya lut jaaye or main wahaan honeymoon manaunga... itna gaya guzra samjha hai tuuney mujhey" What do you mean you'll fret here over lost love and I'll enjoy a honeymoon there... is that what you think of me Ali had told him hugging him. "Kaisa hai tuu... kuch khaya?" How are you... did you eat anything he had asked him and Milind had wept silently. How could he eat properly when he had given up his life, brusquely wiping his tears Milind had composed himself. Ali had told Nadra begum to get some food ready for Milind while he himself had decided to pay Inder Shah a visit it was high time someone explained to him that turning into a tyrant was not the best ambition in life. Ali sat feeding Milind "Milind kha raha hai ya thunsun terey mun main" Milind are you eating or do I have to do the honours of force feeding you now he had threatened a distraught Milind who had just returned from his daily round of the taxi and had finished feeding Baba.

"Ali yaar bhuk nahin tuu rakh dey main kha luunga" Ali I'm not hungry you let it be I'll eat when I feel like it Milind had tried to wheedle out of the situation. "Kuch nahin sun raha main, fata fat mun khol nahin to sakht naraaz ho jaunga main" I'm not hearing another word, now open your mouth fast before I get really angry Ali had retorted in a hurt tone making Milind comply reluctantly. He hadn't even had the first bite when they heard a knock on the door there standing on Milind's door step was a defeated man Inder Shah. "Aap" You Milind had stood up in alarm if Inder was here that meant Prachi was not good "Prachi... Prachi kaisi hai?" Prachi... how is she Milind had held Inder by his shoulders demanding an explanation for her "kahaan hai woh?" where is she? he had asked his eyes scouring the doorway behind him. Why was he not speaking Milind had gotten irritated with Inder's constant silence "woh mar rahi hai.... ussey bacha lo" she's dying.... save her Inder had managed in a low tone. Milind's eyes had narrowed "Kiya bola... " What did you say he had held Inder's shoulders firmly "Kiya bola.. Prachi ko kiya kiya... kiya kiya tuuney bol nahin to qasam sey yahin gaar duunga tujhey... BOL KIYA KIYA MERI PRACHI KO!!!" What has happened to Prachi.. tell me or I swear I'll bury you alive What Have You Done To HER!! Milind had yelled causing Ali to intervene. "Dekheiye Prachi kahaan hai ussey kiya hua hai bataiye please" Please tell us where is she and what has happened to her Ali had talked to Inder who had explained to them that Prachi had stopped eating since Milind had left her there. It was the third day that she lay on her bed in the same position he had tried his best to coax her to eat and drink but she had simply refused to comply and as Inder feared would breathe her last soon. Milind had not waited for anything else then telling Ali to stay with Baba he had sprinted down his chawl steps in a mad rush his Prachi was dying no he would not let that happen at any cost.

The August rains fell thick and fast it was difficult for Milind to drive all the way to the hotel in the heavy onslaught of traffic and the downpour but he carried on bravely his tears mingling with the rain drops that pelted on him through his open window. It had taken him quite some time to reach there once he had parked his car in a safe place he rushed up the entrance in a frenzy causing many a head to turn. The guards had been on him at once seizing him by the collar, they had ofcourse ruled him out to be a terrorist going by his drenched clothes and overgrown dripping hair. He was prepared to lay them flat cursing them aloud when Inder had walked in "Leave him, he's my son" Inder had told the manager of the hotel who had then asked the guards to let go of Milind. "Come" Inder had motioned to Milind leading him to the elevator once inside it Milind fidgeted uneasily till they reached the penthouse. As soon as Inder clicked open the door Milind had rushed in to see Prachi lie on the bed pale and sallow looking "Prachi.. Prachi" Milind had called out to her filling her in his arms he held her up. Her face was calm as if she slept in a deep profound sleep. "Prachi.. Prachi aankhain kol .. please Prachi" Prachi open your eyes please Milind had whispered in her ear. Her breathing was slow and as Milind checked so was the pulse. Inder who had been standing afar had checked on the doctor once again. "Damn it manager I asked you to get a doctor why isn't he here yet?" he had barked in the phone placing it back on the cradle. Milind was panic stricken he could not believe Prachi could go to such lengths to achieve him the water droplets from his wet hair fell on her face causing her to wince and hope had flickered in Milind's eyes. "Prachi... Prachi please aankhain khol" Prachi please open your eyes Milind had patted her cheeks gently and kissed them lovingly finally after what seemed like eons Prachi's eyelids had fluttered open, she feebly looked at Milind trying to make out who he was. "Prachi.. Prachi" Milind had called her repeatedly making her wonder if she indeed was dreaming when another set of water droplets graced her cheeks some though were salty as they had indeed dropped from Milind's eyes. Batting her eyelids Prachi had concentrated on Milind and once she was assured he was there in real she had thrown her arms around his neck crying in desperation. "Milind" she had managed "Milind..." she sobbed against him while he embraced her lovingly. "Kiya kiya haan bola tha kuch mat kerna aisa... phir kyun takleef puhunchayyi khud ko?" What did youdo I told you not to put yourself in misery then why did you do this? Milind had asked her thoroughly vexed. Inder who had watched the way in which Milind's touch had breathed new life in Prachi was transfixed he had always thought his love for his wife exceeded every limitation but seeing Milind with his daughter had greatly altered this belief.

Taking out a towel from the cupboard he had handed it to Milind gesturing him to get dry Milind had nodded in assent laying a still whimpering Prachi on the bed. He had wished to get up when Prachi had caught him by his arm. "Nahin Milind nahin mujhey chor ker mat jaiye" No Milind please don't leave me she pleaded and he had regained his position beside her. "Prachi baarish main bheeg gaya tha na main bas do minute main kaprey badal ker aata huun warna phir beemar ho jaunga.. tuu chahti hai aisa ho?" Prachi I got drenched in the rain I'll just change and come in two minutes. I'll fall sick otherwise... do you want that to happen? and Prachi had shaken her head in the negative. Inder had provided Milind with a clean change of clothes as Prachi watched on mutely Milind had accepted it and gone to freshen up. In a few seconds he was back beside Prachi smiling at her while she had clasped his hand with all the strength she could muster.

"Milind aap kyun nahin aaye?" Milind why didn't you come? she had complained in a heartbroken tone causing Milind to embrace her warmly "Bas ab aa gaya huun na.. ab kahin nahin jaaunga I promise". Now that I've come I'll never leave you. He made her lie against him and she breathed gently enclosed in his hold her hands clutching his shirt as if to stop him lest he flee. Inder had gesticulated to Milind to ask her to eat and he had consented immediately. "Prachi.. jaan kuch kha lo" Prachi darling have some food Milind had coaxed her "Nahin main nahin khaungi... kisi ko fikr nahin meri. Papa ney eik baar apsey kaha aap mujhey chor ker chaley gaye. Ab dobara chaley jaayeingey to main kis key liye jiyun..." No I won't eat, no one cares about me Papa asked you to leave and you went away. If you go away again who do I live for she had wept inconsolably her breathing ragged as her condition was still fragile. "Kis ney kaha main chala jaunga.. teri qasam Prachi kahin nahin jaunga. Kuch kha ley please mainey bhi kuch nahin khaya.. sach mujhey buhut bhook lagi hai" Who said I'll leave now.... I swear on you Prachi I'm not going to go anywhere. Please eat something I'm so hungry I haven't had anything too Milind had told her tilting her face up to meet her gaze. He tenderly wiped away her tears placing soft kisses on her eyes. "Aap ney nahin khaya Milind... kyun?" You haven't Milind... why? Prachi had questioned flabbergasted "Terey bina kha leta main Prachi" How do I eat without you? he had remarked lovingly and she had buried her face in his chest. "Papa kyun nahin maantey Milind.. kyun nahin maantey" Why doesn't Papa understand Milind... why she hugged him in grief how long would it take her father to understand that she loved him and he loved her. That they were inseparable and that life without him was a burden to her "Maan jaayeingey Prachi main baat kerunga unsey" He'll listen Prachi I'll talk to him he had soothed her caressing her tresses kissing her forehead. "Please kuch kha ley Prachi" Please have something to eat Prachi he requested her and this time Prachi had given in telling him that she would eat if he would dine with her. Inder had heaved a sigh of relief and had ordered a late dinner for the two which was brought up promptly the waiter had served them and left. Propping her against downy pillows Milind had fed her warm soup which she supped in small quantities. Picking another spoon Prachi had dipped it in the thick liquid and blowing on it gently had held it to him Milind had smiled and had taken it immediately. Inder had been touched by the ingenuity of their love.

They had just finished the meal when the door was knocked on it was the doctor after a quick check up he had advised Prachi ample rest and a healthy diet complete with a vitamin supplement he had jotted down. Since the hotel had it's own pharmacy the tablets were bought and fetched immediately and soon handed to Inder who had passed them on to Milind instantly. The exercise had weakened Prachi and before she dozed off Milind had made her take the pills. Once she had been completely immersed in sleep Milind had laid her on the pillow covering her with a plush mink blanket. He found Inder standing in the balcony hands in his pockets looking at the world from his vantage point above. "I know you love her Mr Shah... you love her very much. Tell her that before it's too late before she starts hating you" Milind had approached him from behind. Tonight he had seen the real Inder Shah one who loved Prachi more than his ownself it was but plain ego that had killed the father daughter relationship years ago. "What makes you think she doesn't hate me now?" Inder had asked Milind surprised by his conviction in Prachi's love for him.

"I know she doesn't she has never hated anyone, she loves you Mr Shah let her love you. Let her live for God's sakes I don't want your bloody money" he had run his hand through his hair in exasperation. "Will you marry her Milind... make her your's give her every happiness I have never been able to give?" Inder had questioned Milind with a steely look. "You know I will give her everything I have it's you I want her to have most of all and unfortunately for me your love is not something I can attain or buy for her. That's the reason I will beg you for it. Please Mr Shah tell her before it is too late. You've pined after your dead wife for twenty four years have you ever once thought what she would go through up there in the heavens watching you treat her daughter ... your daughter like that" Milind had stood in front on Inder willing him to look at the strong headed young man in front of him fighting for his daughter's right. "I know I have wronged I never could accept the fact that Lata was not going to be around me. I love her just like you love Prachi. Now imagine going through the pain you went today... every single day for the rest of your life. That's how I feel every minute of everyday. But yes I shouldn't have blamed Prachi for that she was too young to understand" Inder had sighed deeply. "I'm sure if you tell her all of this she'll be able to understand you better.... just try Mr Shah. I've been through my share of losses I know how bad it hurts to lose a loved one. Yes it feels like life stops but it in all practicality we still live." Milind had pointed out the bitter truth of life to Inder and he had smiled. "I always knew you were the right choice for her" he had clapped Milind on the back good naturedly astounding Milind. "Really!" he had inquired thoroughly puzzled "Then what was all that that day" he had wanted to know where the change in emotions and conception stemmed from. "That my dear boy was a charade to test your love for her I didn't want to hand her over to a gold digger. I liked you the moment I saw you at my office, there are a few species like you... these days" and Milind had grinned. "Buttering me?" he had quizzed Inder and he had laughed aloud. "As if" he had snorted and both of them had entered the room together to find Prachi wailing in her sleep she was probably having a nightmare. "Milind nahin jaayein.... nahin jaayein" she begged him in her subconscious mind.... "main aap key bina... mar jaungi... mat jaayein" she was beginning to thrash on her bed much to both the men's alarm.

Rushing forward Milind had sit down on the bed beside her enveloping her in his robust arms "Sshh ... bas.... main yahin huun" I'm here with you he had murmured soothing her and her hands had inadvertantly gone around him holding on to him she sobbed through closed eyes and had soon been appeased. Her sorry state had shaken up Inder and he had helped Milind lay her down again. Inder had asked Milind to stay the night there since the first thing Prachi would want to see on awakening would be him beside her. The night had slowly passed away Milind overcome with exhaustion had lain beside Prachi hugging her close and had gone to sleep. Inder though had left the room pacing in the hotel's greens trying to piece up words that he had to say to his daughter the next day it was time he owned up his mistakes like a man.

Dawn crept ever so slowly lighting the horizon with it's fresh hues it was a brand new one not just for the rest of the world but for Prachi Inder Shah it would certainly be a new beginning. Prachi had opened her eyes to find herself snuggled in a peaceful embrace. She smiled as turned to look at Milind his thick crop of curls covering his forehead while he slumbered beside her. Prachi had pressed her lips to his cheek causing him to stir letting him continue with the activity Prachi had slipped off the bed to have a much needed shower feeling happy and refreshed. She did not know what tomorrow held but she knew her today was brilliant with Milind by her side. She had stepped out of the washroom to find Inder sitting on the chair sipping tea, immediately her face had lost all colour. She vaguely recollected her father calling the doctor and tending to her in the past few days. She still could not fathom his silence on Milind's presence in the same room. She stood rooted to the spot to find Inder looking at her intently her fright was quite visible to him. "Prachi tayyar ho jao humain kahin jaana hai" Prachi get ready we have to leave he had told her and her eyes had started swimming in pools of tears "Nahin mujhey nahin jaana" No I don't want to go she negated the idea at once trying to run past him to where Milind lay asleep. "Prachi woh kal raat der sey soya tha ussey soney do hum neechey garden tak hii jaa rahey hain zyaada duur nahin" Prachi he slept late last night let him sleep we're not going far just till the hotel's lawn he had tried to explain her and she had gazed at him in wonder.

Never had she heard her father speak to her in such a beautiful mellow tone. She did as told and silently got ready even though her heart was not into it she had with the exception of the past few days never denied Inder anything and so was compelled by duty. The cool morning breeze had granted Prachi a resurgent burst of energy she had though faltered a couple of times and Inder had been quick to support her making her lean on him he led her to the hotel's expansive lawns. Few people milled about it being still very early an hour Inder had led Prachi to a secluded corner making her sit in a comfortable position on a garden chair. Nearby a cat lay feeding it's kittens two of them. One was playful and bubbly capering around his mother while the younger one was content near it's mother sucking on her for nourishment. Prachi smiled at the playful kitten calling to it gently and pretty soon the naughty little thing had run up to her licking Prachi's fingers with it's soft pink tongue making her laugh in mirth. Apparently after some time the cat had found one offspring missing and had growled slowly causing him to retreat back, the younger one lazily stretched out beside her now. "Bas yehi farq tha tum main or Ayesha main" That was the difference between you and Ayesha Inder had told her making her look at him highly puzzled. "Ayesha ney zindagi sey larna seekha or tum ney haarna, magar ghalati tumhari nahin. Aaj agar uss chotey billi key bachey ko uss ki maa sey duur ker do to woh do din main mar jaayega jabkeh yeh bara waala zindagi sey ler ker jeena seekh leyga" Ayesha learnt how to fight in life and you how to get defeated. But it is not your fault. Today if you separate these kittens from their mother younger one will die instantly while the elder one will learn to live on it's own and Prachi had understood him then. "Zindagi sey lerna har bacha paida hotey to nahin seekhta, ussey yeh uskey maa baap sikhaatey hain. Mumma to bhagvaan ki marzi sey mujhey chor ker chali gayi, per aap ney to jaan bujh ker mujhey chor diya.... kiyun?" No child learns how to grapple with life at birth parents teach them this. Mumma died due to God's will but why did you leave me? she had wanted to know her eyes silent yet attentive as they searched him for answers.

"Shayad dar gaya tha main tumharey rehtey main tumhari maa ko nahin bhuul sekunga. Sach buhut koshish kii ussey bhuulney kii tumhain yeh bataney kii keh mainey hamesha tumsey pyaar kiya per kabhi jata nahin paaya" Maybe I was afraid I might never be able to let go od Lata if you were around. Honestly I tried my best to forget her and tell you how much I loved you he had told her finally drawing a deep breath. "Pyaar kiya aapney mujhsey?" You loved me? she had questioned him "Kab kiya tha pyaar? Jab main akeli apney school ki dorm main apni chuttian guzaarti thi ya tab jab merey ghar aatey hii aap business trips per chaley jaatey.... kahaan tha woh pyaar jab saari umer main aapki eik muskaan key liye tarasti rahi aapko Papa kehney key liye tarasti rahi... kahaan tha woh pyaar... kahaan tha. Pyaar main swarth nahin hota Mr Shah per aap ney to mujhey sirf mumma kii parchai samjha. Mujhsey duur bhagtey rahey takeh mumma ki yaad na aaye" When did you ever love me? When I used to spend my holidays alone in my school dorm room or when you absconded to business trips during my vacations. Where was the love when all I ever desired was a smile from you.... the chance to call you Papa. Love is selfless Mr Shah but all you ever considered me was to be shadow of my mother. Kept running away from me to forget her she was crying openly hot tears falling from her eyes and to Inder it seemed as if every breath he took was a sin. How could he have been so blinded towards her pain.

"Prachi" he had come forward to hold her but she stepped away "Mat chuuiye mujhey main koi parchaii nahin jissey dard nahin hota.... insaan huun... mera bhi dil hai... dard hota hai mujhey or aapney sirf dard diya hai mujhey or kuch nahin" Don't touch me I'm not a shadow that I won't feel pain, I'm a human being with a heart and it hurts.... all you have ever given me is pain nothing else she covered her face in her palms and wept. "I'm sorry beta I'm really sorry maaf kerdo mujhey. Jo saza dena chaho do, jo kehna chaho kaho main huun iss qaabil apney swarth main andha ho gaya tumhari koi qadar nahin kii aaj tak.... I'm so sorry" I'm sorry child forgive me you can punish me say whatever you want to because I deserve it. I never cared for you but was blinded by my own selfish pain ... I'm sorry Inder had folded his hands in front of her his head bent low he cried mutely. Prachi had not waited there for even a minute longer she fled inside the hotel tears streaming down her face she rode the elevator to her room and crashed on the bed in misery. How could Inder ask her to forgive him that easily after denying her the only reason to life... her Milind. She sobbed hysterically clutching the pillow to her heart as her tears soiled it. Milind who has just returned from the washroom was shocked to see her that way he had gotten up to an empty room and had decided to change in his clothes before he left for home. He quickly sprinted to the bed lifting her from her awkward position he made her sit up "Prachi kiya hua.... kyun ro rahi hai?" Prachi what happened.. why are you crying? he had wiped away her tears which somehow cut through his soul each time they left her eyes. "Ab khayal aaya Papa ko Milind keh main unki beti huun, unkey pyaar per mera bhi haq hai.... kyun Milind kyun. Kyun kertey hain aisa Papa... har bar... baar baar. Aapko mujh sey cheen ker konsey pyaar kii baat kertey hain woh" Now Papa realizes that I'm his daughter Milind. That I have a right on his love too. Why does he do this Milind each time. What love does he talk about when he denies you to me she was in no way ready to forgive her father not because of the affliction he had put her through but because he had denied her, Milind's companionship. "Prachi... baat suni thi unki puuri jo ghussa kerney lagi?" Prachi did you listen to him all that he wanted to say before getting angry? Milind had made her comfortable in his arms gently rocking her "Jaan bina samjhey bina jaaney ghussa kerna to theek nahin na" Darling it's no use getting all worked up before listening to him preoperly he had kissed her assiduously on the lips helping her relax. Her tears had subsided and she lay against him eyes closed but wet Inder had walked in the room then and had approached them. Watching him Prachi's hold on Milind had tightened and she had buried her face in his shoulder awaiting a grave punishment.

Somehow the fact that her father was repentant and prepared to reform for the better had just not registered in her mind. Sitting down beside her Inder had taken her hand in his own "Prachi... Prachi beta dekhogi bhi nahin apney Papa ki taraf" Prachi won't you even look at your Papa? he had called out to her lovingly. Prachi had opened her eyes to find Milind coax her to look at Inder she had shaken her head in the negative "Merey liye Prachi... please" For me Prachi... please he had pleaded and she had succumbed. Sitting up straight she watched Inder sit beside her shamefaced "Mujhey maaf nahin kerogi Prachi?" Won't you forgive me Prachi? he had asked her tears spilling down his high cheeks. "Aap Milind ko mujh sey duur nahin kareingey?" You won't snatch Milind away from me she had inquired and Inder had slowly assented. "Main jaanta huun tum dono eik duusrey sey buhut pyaar kertey ho iss liye tumhain kabhi judaa nahin kerunga, ghalat tha main jo tumhain apni qismat kii mehrumiun ka zimmedaar samajhta raha. Ghalat main tha beta tum nahin" I know you both love each other very much and I won't ever separate you, I was wrong to blame you for fate's cruel decisions he told her. Prachi had lifted her hand to his face wiping his tears away "Main aapko Papa bula sakti huun Mr Shah" Can I call you Papa Mr Shah? she had asked him and Inder had hugged her in remorse oh he had wanted to hear the word from her for so long. "Sorry beta I'm so sorry" he had kissed her on her forehead while Prachi lay content against his broad chest. "Beta mujhey maaf to kerogi na?" Will you forgive me? he had inquired of her and she had smiled "Woh to tab hii ker diya tha jab aap ney Milind ko accept kiya tha" I forgave you the moment you accepted Milind she had told him making Milind smile at her childishness just a bit of love and she was all his. Milind had stood up watching the father daughter hug and kiss each other in new found happiness his work was done. "Milind batao baraat kab laaogey" So when do you take her away? Inder had asked him smiling. "Jab aap kaheingey" Whenever you say Milind had replied winking at Prachi making her blush profusely. It had been decided that the wedding would take place next week in a temple with only a few close friends. Ayesha had been contacted her joy knew no bounds to know that her father and baby sister had reconciled. Pam and Nadra begum had been given the duty to shop for Prachi while Ali would buy the necessary items for Milind. Despite Inder's repeated requests Milind had negated the idea of moving to Watford with him. "I can't sir this chawl is my life I've grown up here besides my father needs me and I cannot thrust you with his responsibility". Inder had then asked Milind to head the Indian branch of his hotel which he had accepted on the condition that he would draw a salary for his services and that no property would be transferred in his name. It was a joyous moment that had arrived for the bride and groom who had taken their vows in front of family and friends at the local temple a week later.

Chp 29

The wedding was a small affair private with Baba, Ali, Pam, Nadra begum, Kaaki, Inder and Ayesha along with Rahul and Neev in attendance. Milind had placed Baba in a wheel chair and had wheeled him to the temple himself his happiness was incomplete without his father by his side. Kaka too had lugged along with Ayesha to attend the auspicious occassion he could not miss Prachi's wedding for the world. On meeting Sunil he had been dumbfounded to know that he had left Prachi at the airport alone and helpless and was in no mood to forgive his nephew anytime soon. Prachi looked ethereal in a scarlet lehenga with matte gold zari and dabka work she smiled shyly as Milind found it hard to peel his eyes off her. Ali had bought a royal black kurta for Milind that accentuated his handsome features making Prachi's heart soar with pride to think that he was her's alone. They had completed their vows amidst a shower of flower petals Inder had tied Milind's stole to Prachi's dupatta thus performing his duty as a father giving his daughter away. The wedding having done the couple took the blessings of their parents hugging their friends in jubilation. After dinner at Inder's hotel the guests had returned to their homes Ali though had taken care to prepare the bridal room for the couple beforehand.

Prachi's small bedroom had been elaborately decked with roses their sweet fragrance wafting in the room making it smell heavenly. Pam had led Prachi to the bedroom and had left her there smiling in elation still unable to believe that she was finally his wife.... Prachi Milind Mishra. Making sure that Baba had been fed and now slumbered peacefully Milind had gently tucked him in and made his way to the room next door where his wife awaited him patiently. Closing the door behind him he had advanced towards a nervous Prachi true she had awaited this moment for long but the magnanimity of the event had still to sink in. Taking his seat beside her lifting her dupatta Milind had studied her intently lips quivering, eyes lowered, rapid breath she indeed was tempting him to simply forget everything else and own her. Harnessing his wild emotions Milind had withdrawn a simple red box from his pocket and taking her warm hand in his own had placed it on her plam. "Prachi tuu meri hai shayad yeh yaqeen kerna mushkil hai per sapney sach bhi to ho jaatey hain" Prachi you are finally mine it's really hard for me to believe but then dreams do come true don't they he had poured his heart out to her and Prachi had smiled. His thoughts mirrored her emotions perfectly and she listened to his husky voice as it floated to her they were inches apart yes the magnetic pull that flowed between them was felt by both. "Kuch boleygi nahin Prachi?" Won't you say something Prachi? he had wanted to hear her melodic voice "Kiya bolun?" What do I say? she had whispered her head slightly lowering further she was shy of him he could see. Smiling he had cupped her face lifting it to his own "Itna kyun sharmati hai mujhsey? " Why are so shy of me? he had drawled and she had turned her face away her cheeks flaming red. He had asked her to open the gift and she had to find a gold chain in it.

"Meri maa ki thi usney socha tha bahu ko apney haathon sey pehnaiyegi... chal main hii uski iksha puri ker deta huun" It was my mother's she had thought she'd gift it to her daughter in law herself... well I'll complete this wish of her's now he had gazed at her lovingly as she thanked him for it kissing his hand in gratitude. "Prachi buhut saari daulat to nahin merey paas per vaada kerta huun tujhey hamesha khush rekhunga" Prachi I don't have a lot of wealth but I promise I'll keep you happy he had murmured near her ear as he slipped on the chain around her neck clasping it close. "Buhut saari daulat nahin mujhey sirf aapka pyaar chahiye Milind... merey liye yehi meri daulat hai" I don't need a lot of wealth Milind I just need your love .. it's all the wealth I want in life she had finally managed to make eye contact snatching his senses away her dimpled cheeks awaiting to be kissed raw by him. Closing the distance between them he had pressed his lips on hers crashing in on them for a hot passionate kiss. She had responded in kind granting him complete access to her mouth as he delved in it's sweetness. Moments later they had broken fee breathing hard, Milind's hands had worked at her dupatta unpinning it he had let it slide to the floor and proceeded to kiss her on her forehead her eyes and her chin before sucking at her plush lips again. The kiss was long and hot fuelling Milind's desires for more activity. As they broke apart the second time Prachi had looked up at him worriedly "Milind kiya ab main pregnant ho jaungi?" Milind will I be pregnant now? she had questioned him and he had laughed aloud. "Kyun?" Why? he had smiled "Kiss kerney sey pregnant ho jaatey hain?" Does one get pregnant after kissing? he had counter questioned and Prachi had nodded her head in assent. "Kis ney kaha tujh sey?" Who told you that? Milind had inquired playing with her hair as he freed her tresses from the dozens of pins Pam had been gracious enough to put on her head making Milind wonder what exactly had been the need to put them there in the first place.

"Pam ney kaha tha" Pam told me she had informed him seriously. "Bakwaas" Rubbish Milind had replied reaching for her blouse when she had stopped him midway "What are you doing?" her eyes had widened in shock. "Prachi sab suhaag raat per kiya kertey hain?" Prachi what do people do on wedding nights? Milind had retorted extremely confounded what was wrong with her. "Kiss kertey hain na hum ney ker li" They kiss and we did that she had informed him proud of her ample knowledge while Milind had stared at her in shock what the hell had Pam been telling her. And forget Pam everyone who was anyone knew the basics to a blissful marital union, this was too much for him. "Kiss or..." Kiss and.. he had wanted to know.... "Or kiya?" and what? Prachi had looked at him innocently and Milind had felt like banging his head in the wall. "Prachi aaj tak koi movie nahin dekhi tuuney?" Prachi haven't you watched any movie till date? he had questioned irritatedly "Dekhi hai Baby's Day Out.... aapko movie dekhni hai abhi?" I have watched Baby's Day Out... do you wish to see a movie now? she had further infuriated him. "Nahin band bajana hai!" No I want to go join a band! he had remarked cursing himself for never discussing the topic with her earlier atleast she'd have had some insight on the subject. He fretted on his misfortune when he recalled Inder's words before he had handed Prachi's hand to him in the mandap "She's still a child in many ways Milind will you protect her like I have over these years?" and Milind had assured him then "I will, besides not everyone gets a chance to watch their wives grow in front of their eyes." Milind knew now why Inder was so apprehensive about her she really had a lot to learn. Prachi looked at him discreetly as he contemplated deep in thought "Milind" she had gently nudged him. "Prachi do you trust me?" he had asked her and she had gazed at him questioningly... "Aap jaantey hain keh main kerti huun" You know I do she had told him softly. "Tell me what exactly the hell did Pam tell you" he had asked seriously and Prachi's cheeks had flushed the colour rising in them one look at her and Milind knew she had relevant knowledge on the subject. "Mujhko mamma bana rahi thi" You were fooling me! he had cried indignantly causing her to giggle. "Kabhi kabhi to mouqa milta hai aapko buddhu banaaney ka" It's only sometimes that I get a chance to fool you she had teased him and he had pounced on her in mock anger.

"Hmm ab to nahin chorunga" I'm not going to leave you now he had declared pinning her underneath him and she had smiled shyly... "Mainey kab aapko chorney ko kaha hai" When did I ask you to leave me she had whispered and Milind had captured her supple lips for a much awaited kiss. Doing away with their attires he had helped her discover herself that night making her moan and sigh in desire as he piqued it to unbearable heights. Kissing her carefully from top to toe he pushed her further in the vortex of love he churned within her feeling her curves delicately pleasing his senses. He made her examine his rippling torso letting her savour his masculinity to her heart's content. When their ache for each other reigned supreme he had watched her face for permission which she had readily granted pressing her lips to his before he invaded her body completely owning it. She had winced at the invasion subjected to her for the very first time and he had interlaced her fingers in his own ascertaining their union as they pressed on his hand in pain followed by unsurmountable pleasure. They both had found profound bliss in each other's arms that night as they treaded the magical path of oneness and wholeness together. Much later when she lay sated against him he had circled her lips with his thumb pad. "I think you can teach Pam a few things now... right" he had pulled her leg and she had punched him lightly on his chest making him laugh. "I love you Prachi" he had told her truthfully.... "I love you too" she had whispered before settling to sleep cocooned in his arms.

The next morning Milind had awoken to find her still sleeping in his arms events from the previous night flashed through his mind and he smiled serenely, bending lower he kissed her careful not to wake her. Pulling out a clean pair of clothes he tied his dhoti on before covering her with a blanket and left to get freshened up. Prachi had awakened to see the room empty pulling on one of his kurtas she had quickly picked up their dispersed belongings putting them in the cupboard she smiled on the events in rememberance of their union when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Pulling her to him Milind had sprinkled a shower of water droplets on her face while she squealed in his hold. "Milind koi dekh leyga" Milind someone might watch us she had theatened him. "Dekhney do..." Let them he had whispered "Tuu meri biwi hai koi baahar waali thori... terey saath nahin to kiya Ali key saath kerunga romance" You'r my wife not some passing woman besides if I don't romance you then who do I romance .. Ali.. he had whispered enticing her senses. Standing on tiptoe Prachi had reached his lips and he had read her mind enclosing her in his arms he pushed her up capturing her lips in a fervent kiss they would have lost all track of time had they not heard Baba cough. Releasing her Milind had pecked her on the cheek while she gathered a fresh change of clothes making for the washroom while Milind tended to his father. Soon Prachi had returned and busied herself in making breakfast for them when she heard a knock on the door.

It was Ayesha her face was red her eyes swollen she rushed to Prachi's side hugging her. "Di... kiya hua?" Di what happened? Prachi had consoled her as she sobbed slumped against her "Prachi... Papa!" Ayesha had cried when Milind had walked out to see them huddled together on the floor. "What happened?" he had asked petrified to see Ayesha so abashed. "Milind Papa.. Papa got an attack last night he's admitted at the hospital" Ayesha had told them. Prachi had found her nerves ready to crack.... "Ayesha no!" she had cried in agony her father was ill and she was spending joyous moments with her husband how could she be so selfish. Milind had quickly asked Prachi to get ready going next doors he had asked Kaaki to look after Baba as Ali had still not awakened and Milind had found it inappropriate to ask him to tend to his father each time. The man had been recently married too and it was unfair to make him tend to neighbourly duties at that early an hour. Prachi had quickly changed and all three of them had trooped towards their car half an hour later they stood beside Inder in the ICU unit of the hospital. It appeared that Inder had left all heart to live he groaned in immense pain jerking his head from side to side. The doctor on call was of the opinion that the attack was massive and may leave lasting effects on him if he was to recieve further shock "Mr Mishra right now he needs care love and support of his family... any disheartening news and the condition might worsen".

Neev who had met Milind outside the ICU room in the hospital was too grieved to speak he was a bright young man who though was extremely quiescent at the moment. Like Milind he too was highly impressed of his father in law despite his personal shortcomings Inder was indeed a perfect business man and had taught Neev much about the job. "Papa" Prachi had held his hand in her own weeping continuously. "Papa mainey buhut mushkil sey aapko paaya hai Papa dekhiye na meri taraf" Papa I've attained you after a lot of struggle.. Papa look at me she had begged him to respond and Inder had opened his eyes to see her beside him. His breath was laboured "Milind" he had told her and she had rushed outside to where Milind stood talking to the doctor. "Milind Papa" she had cried out and he had followed her in the ICU.... "Papa.. Papa" Milind had called out to Inder who seemed to be falling in and out of consciousness. The cold blue atmosphere had given Milind the chills Inder was strapped to countless tubes monitoring his heart beat and pulse a drip provided him with a steady supply of medication. "Milind" Inder had called to him making him sit beside him on the matress. "Chaley aao merey saath thak .... gaya huun... akeley jii ker" Come with me.. I'm tired.. of living alone he had convulsed sharply and Milind had held him fast. "Papa main" he had wanted to say something when Inder had folded his hands in front of him... " Please... aa ... jao" Please... come he had pleaded to Milind who had instantly clasped his hands in his own. "Aap sharminda ker rahey mujhey main chalunga aapkey saath... jahaan kahiengey chalunga" You'r embarassing me... I'll come with you wherever you want me to come he had promised. The next few days had passed in a mad frenzy. Inder had asked Milind to come to London with him along with his father and take over his business as he now wished to retire.

Not being in a position to deny him his wish Milind had relented much to Prachi's joy. The necessary documentation had been completed in a months time. Before leaving his chawl house behind Milind had hosted a dinner for all the friends and families he had known for a lifetime at the chawl. All of Prachi's and Pam's friends had been invited too Inder sat on the wooden platform in the courtyard supported by pillows he still was extremely vulnerable and weak but had requested Milind to let him be a part of the festivity. Milind had on Inder's persistence asked Ali to take over the management of the Indian branch of his hotel. Inspite of being a business graduate he had resorted to working as a mechanic in a garage due to lack of funds to get a good job. Milind had been lucky while Ali had not but now he too smiled in elation. Kissing Pam on the cheek he had told her about the job offer and she had bent down to touch Inder's feet. "Thank you so much uncle you don't know how depressed Ali had been on not being able to get a good job ... I'm sure he'll prove to be a good selection on your part" she had assured him and Prachi had smiled proudly... "See I told you my Papa was generous" she had claimed while Inder had patted her head fondly. She had brought him a world of happiness and he in turn would give her all she had deserved all these years... all of his love. Pam's friend Shubha had approached Milind for a dance when Prachi had slung her hand possessively around his arm. "Milind chaliye yahaan sey " Milind come away from here she had told him and Shubha had raised her eyebrows in surprise "Kyun Mrs Mishra darr lag raha hai aapko main apkey pati ko ura ley jaaungi" Why Mrs Mishra are you afraid I'll fly away with your husband she had teased her. "Ura ker to koi ley jaa nahin sakta merey Milind ko" No one can take away my Milind from me Prachi had narrowed her eyes eyeing her offensively.

"Shubha stop pulling her leg" Marium another friend had butted in smiling sweetly at Prachi. "Don't mind her hun let Harpreet know about this she'll have a field day then" she had consoled Prachi while an amused Milind looked on trying his best to stifle a laugh. He loved his wife getting all posessive over him. Pam had then come over to tell Prachi that dinner was to be served as she stepped away with Pam Milind had thanked Shubha. "What for?" Shubha had asked surprised. "For making her realize how much she loves me" he had explained and Shubha had winked at him naughtily "Any time!" .All of them had then had dinner Prachi's friends Arti, Anju and the young children from the chawl had brought her gifts which she had accepted with smiles. The night had been spent exchanging fond farewells Kaaki had on Milind's insistence accepted his house as her own the rent she would get from it would help her live her life in ease now she wouldn't have to make poppadums to sell for a living. Milind had decided to adopt Sunaina before he left and finally legally make her a part of the family the little child had given him hope when he had none to live by. Prachi had supported his decision and talked to Inder about it who was yet again astounded by Milind's ability to give freely without any expectations for a retrieval. That night Milind and Prachi had lain together in their bed for the very last time, the next day they were to leave for London. Milind could not help but feel nostalgic about his life how he would miss the chawl. Prachi had sensed his unhappiness and kissed him softly "Milind pareshaan hain..?" Milind are you worried? she had asked and he had sighed "Nahin bas udaas huun... yeh sab piichey chuut jaayega Prachi. Mainey kabhi socha nahin tha zindagi yun bhi mor ley gii" No just sad that I'll be leaving all this behind. I never knew life would take such a turn he had answered her gazing deeply in her hazel eyes.

"Kiya aap khush nahin Milind... agar aap kii marzi nahin to hum nahin jaayeingey" You'r not happy Milind.. if you don't want to we won't leave she had assured him combing his curls she had come to love running her fingers through them. "Prachi baat meri marzi kii nahin Papa ki khuwahish kii hai. Ab woh burhey ho gaye hain har baap chahta hai uska beta eik din uski jagah sanbhaley. Terey Papa mujhey apna beta samajhtey hain is liye ab mujhey yeh farz puri imaandaari sey nibhana hai" Prachi it's not about my wishes or happiness it's about your father's desires. Every father wants his son to succeed him. Your father considers me his son and now i have to fulfill this responsibility honestly he had explained to her outlining her jaw with his index finger. Prachi had felt a silent tear escape her eye which Milind had been quick to notice. "Vaada bhuul gayi apna.. kaha tha na ab nahin royegi" You forgot you promised me you won't cry anymore he had reminded her. "Milind aap itney achey kaisey hain sab ka khayaal rakhtey hain. Kabhi kabhi mujhey lagta hai main aap jitni achi nahin" Milind how can you be so good and kind taking care of everyone. Sometimes I think I'm not half as good as you and I don't deserve you she had told him regretfully her eyes welling up. Pulling her on him he had tenderly kissed her. "Kis ney kaha tuu achi nahin, meri nazar sey dekh Prachi tuu to sab sey achi hai" Who said you'r not nice watch yourself through my eyes Prachi you are the best he had nipped her earlobe making her smile. "Kitni achi?" How nice?she had whispered her hair hanging loose framing her angelic face and Milind had taken the hint. Rolling over he exchanged positions with her kissing her passionately. "Sab... sey... achi" The bestest he had told her not allowing her to utter another word he had gently claimed her for his own proceeding to show her just how precious and valuable she was to him.

Epilogue

"Ayaaaaannnn!!!" Sunaina had screamed angrily causing Milind to choke on his toast the girl really was proving to be a handful for him. "Papa!!!!" came the next call and Milind had jumped up from his seat another day had begun at Shah/ Mishra mansion. Inder had smiled folding his morning paper as he awaited Mishra ji to hand him the cereal. "Aaj phir bechaarey ka nashta gaya" Here goes his breakfast again Baba had joked as Prachi filled their glasses with fresh orange juice unhappy to see her husband abscond the dining table at her children's single call. "Kitni baar kaha hai khaaney per sey uth ker nahin jaatey per mera kaha suntey hii nahin" I've told him so many times not to leave food on the table but he never listens she had muttered under her breath. "Bahu bachey bhi to usskey hain ab jab pita bana hai to zimmedaari bhi to nibhani pareygi" Dear they are his children and he has to fulfill his responsibility as a father too Baba had consoled her while she fretted over his daily routine. Over the five years that they had spent at Watford together they had lived as a close knit family with Milind being the key link to all other members present. After adopting Sunaina Milind and Prachi had brought her to England with them. Here Milind had sought counselling for her from renowned speech therapists who had ruled out that Sunaina was not dumb simply suffering from the after effects of a shock.

Since she was still at a young age her temporary disability would not prove as an affliction to her, it had been a painful year of steady sessions with her speech therapist Katrien who had helped Sunaina overcome her fear of speech. Finally when she was three Sunaina had started showing signs of improvement. Throughout her treatment period Milind and Prachi had been there by her side to guide her help her and comfort her when she felt angry depressed or simply tired. But the hard work and dedication had paid off when Sunaina had called them Mumma and Papa for the very first time. Tears had fallen from Prachi's eyes as she kissed her in relief and Milind had hugged her in jubilation willing her to repeat the exact same words atleast a dozen more times. Since Sunaina had been adopted by them at a tender age her recollection of her past was vague and she had infact come to accept Milind and Prachi as her biological parents quite unaware of her time spent at the orphange in Mumbaii. She was seven now an extremely charming girl with her dusky complexion, straight soft hair, carved features and doe eyes she was mesmerizingly beautiful. Even at this young age she was constantly wooed by boys in school much to Milind's discomfort. Ayaan was Milind and Prachi's son three years younger to Sunaina and in her opinion quite a nuisance right now too he had very conveniently painted on Sunaina's new shirt which had caused her to go stark raving mad.

Milind had entered the room to find four year old Ayaan smile sweetly at Sunaina while she fumed "Papa look at him..." she had wailed. "Darling he's very much the same since I saw him half an hour ago" Milind had replied checking out Ayaan who was a treat for his father's eyes. He was practically Milind's shadow and shared the same wheatish complexion, blunt nose complete with the curls and cupid lips. Kissing him on the cheek Milind had made him sit in his lap as Ayaan conveniently crumpled his Armani suit with his soiled hands not that Milind minded it. "Papa I tell you he'll be wasted one day at my hands... just look at this. What in the world was he thinking painting on my new shirt. Do you know I had to wear it to present my report in class today" she held up the shirt for Milind's examination who scrutinized it thoroughly. "Yes darling I do believe he was trying to paint the map of China. Can you blame him for being inspired by you sweetheart?" he had sweet talked her. "Papa don't take sides" Sunaina had threatened him "darling ofcourse I'm not" Milind had held up his arm to her while she had snuggled to him sitting on the bed beside him. "See he watches his elder sister all smart and talented winning prizes for painting and class debates he wants to become just like you... don't you Ayaan?" Milind had tried to make peace between them. "Yesh Papa!!" Ayaan had admitted if this saved him from constant hounding from his brute of a sister he was willing to lie. The truth was the feat had been performed by him as an act of revenge, Sunaina had a couple of days earlier deprived him of the luxury of watching Tom and Jerry cartoons on the plasma tv. She was busy watching Discovery channel much to Ayaan's annoyance and when they squabbled like pets in a pound Prachi had scolded both of them specially Ayaan since she knew very well he was a complete trouble maker.

"Pata nahin kis per gaya hai..." I don't know who he has taken after... she would often muse she wondered if Milind had been the same during his childhood and her son might have taken after his father in traits and habits as well. "Sunaina sweetheart see now he's apologizing" Milind had nudged an adamant Ayaan who sat eyeing Sunaina as if he'd eat her alive. Anyone who had known Ayaan would've understood that his naughty mind was busy conjuring up ideas to break Sunaina's favourite doll at that exact moment. "Di I'm sorry" he had again displayed his perfect white teeth for Sunaina who could see right hrough his act. Narrowing her eyes she had glowered at him intently pigs could fly but Ayaan being sorry.... that wasn't happening. Ayaan had winked at Sunaina slyly while she had muttered curses under her breath well if he was putting up an act she would too. "Yes Papa I SEE how SORRY Ayaan is" she had smiled at her father who was happy that he had declared truce between them after all. "Now shake hands both of you" he had told them hugging them both Ayaan had put out his hand while Sunaina had clasped it clenching it so hard he had glared at her. Who said revenge wasn't sweet it definitely felt heavenly to Sunaina as Ayaan nursed his hand after the treacherous hand shake. Kissing them both on the forehead Milind had stood up smiling, ofcourse though he understood the trouble had only started. He knew both of them very well picking up Ayaan in his arms he had whispered to him "Ok what are you going to break next?" "Her stupid Barbie" pat had come the reply and Milind had swung him on his back. "Tell me when and where so that I'll stay away and let your mother deal with this one" he had inquired again. "Backyard this evening" Ayaan had informed him giving his father a thumbs up and Milind had laughed kissing him repeatedly till he giggled in his hold.

Prachi had opened the door to find him playing with their children "Milind late ho jaayeingey office key liye" Milind you'll get late for work she had reminded him when he lowered Ayaan to the ground. Prachi had quickly come forward to examine the yellow smear on Milind's coat that Ayaan had printed after painting himself with the colour "Uff Milind yeh kiya hua?" Milind what happened? she pointed at the blotch that shone brightly against the black of his jacket. "Mumma Ayaan ney kiya hai" Mumma Ayaan did it Sunaina had fuelled Prachi's anger Ayaan had by this time hidden behind Milind's feet to avoid confrontation with his mother. Milind in order to avoid another fiasco had reverted Prachi's attention to his incomplete breakfast and that had reminded her that was still mad at him for running after their children all the time. Before Prachi could ask Ayaan anything he had shot out from the room at bullet speed much to her disappointment. "Sunaina get ready in ten minutes I'll drop you" Milind had told her as he slung his arm around Prachi's shoulders pulling her close. "Papa I'm walking with Michael" she had informed him "You'r not doing any walking, jumping or driving with any Michael till you'r eighteen now get ready" Milind had warned her before exiting the room.Prachi had smiled at her handsome and hot husband worrying over his daughter. They had exited the room and now stood in the corridor with Milind nuzzling her neck lovingly. "Milind koi dekh leyga" Milind someone will see she had tried to extricate herself from his loving hold.

"Dekhney dey yaar!" Let them he had drawled lifting her face he had captured her lips in a searing kiss, even after five years in their marriage their love had remained poignant for them both. True a lot of things had changed in their life after they had shifted to Watford, initially Milind had felt misplaced and unhappy. He had come to understand why Prachi feared returning back to that wilderness it was an absolute punishment. They had spent many nights together with Prachi holding him close letting him breathe in her fragrance soothing him, caressing him. How could she not understand the pain he went through when she herself had been subjected to it for long. Each day would be a challenge for Milind he still had to prove himself as an apt choice by Inder. There were rumors in the business circle that Inder's Indian son in law had married his stupid daughter for the money. Milind would be heartbroken at times to see people look down at him they would not say it upfront but he could very well read the scorn their eyes held for him. One such day when Milind had been particularly dejected he sat in the mansion's lawns a forlorn and depressed figure. Prachi had not been home she had taken Sunaina to meet her grandfather, his father at the facility he was admitted in. A posh rehabilitation centre where Baba was now on a speedy road to recovery Inder had gotten him admitted there the moment they had touched British soil. Taking off his coat Milind had opened his shirt buttons his head in his palms he sat with eyes closed. He was on the brink of going insane no matter how hard he tried this did not feel home to him he wished he had some sort of inkling as to where his life was headed.

To him it seemed like a capasized boat devoid of a compass or star to steer it with. Inder who was home had joined him then taking his seat beside him on the wooden bench he had gently touched his arm. "Kiya hua.... ghabra gaye?" What happened.... are you scared? he had asked and Milind had smiled sadly. "Papa mujhey nahin lagta aapko mujhey yeh saari zimmedaari deni chahiye..... main shayad yeh sanbhal na paun" Papa I don't think you should entrust me with such grave responsibilities I may not be able to handele them effectively he had told him truthfully and Inder had smiled. "Tum sey behter to koi sanbhal nahin paayega issey Milind" No one can handle them better than you he had assured him confidently. "Papa log mujhey" Papa people he had started when Inder had cut him sharply "Logon kii parwah kab sey kerney lagey tum Milind... logon ki parwah thii jab Prachi ko apney saath rakha tha, uss sey shaadi kii thi?" Did you care about people when you sheltered Prachi or married her? he had questioned Milind. "Papa woh meri zindagi key faisley they main ney ley liye... yeh business aapka hai... mera nahin. Aapney itni mehnat sey issey iss maqam tak puhunchaya hai agar main aapki expectations puuri na ker saka to?" Papa that was my life my decisions I took them. But this is your business not mine. You've achieved success after such hard work what if I don't fulfill your expectations? he had clasped Inder's hand explaining to him his turmoil. "Yeh business tumhara hai Milind... sirf tumhara , main kab ka saari property tumhaarey naam ker chuka huun" This business is yours alone I've already transferred the property in your name he had informed him. "Magar kyun Papa!" But why Papa!! Milind had stood up shocked. "Mujhey ab iss property sey koi lena dena nahin yeh tumhari zimmedari hai, waisey hii jaisey meri beti or nawasi tumhari zimmedarian hain." I have no concern with this wealth it is your responsibility as are my daughter and grand daughter Inder had told him. Milind had fallen to his knees infront of Inder "Papa yeh kiya kiya aapney" Papa what have you done he had wept in anguish "Tumhain tumhara adhikaar diya hai ab issey banana ya bigarna tumharey haath main hai. Beta log to hamesha sey yehi kertey aaye hain duniya kab khush hoti hai kisi ki taraqqi sey. Woh sab tumhain itna pareshaan kerna chahtey hain keh tum dil haar ker sab kuch haar do... Per main aisa honey nahin duunga.... Tum merey damad nahin merey betey ho, mera ghuroor ho, abhi maan ho. Kiya tum mera sar fakhr sey uncha nahin kerogey. Mujhey eik kamyab betey ka baap kehlaaney ka haq nahin dogey?" This is your right now its upto you if you want to increase it tenfolds or lose all of it. There will always be people who will dishearten you and want you to fail. But I can't let this happen... you'r not just my daughter's husband.. you'r my son. Don't you want me to feel proud of you let me see you turn into a successful businessman Inder had held Milind's face in his palms and kissed his forehead softly.

"Himmat or hosley sey to log duniya fateh ker letey yeh to sirf business hai" You can conquer worlds with courage this is just business he had smiled at Milind wiping away his stray tears. It was not that Milind couldn't handle the pressure it was the constant dread that any mistake on his part could cause Inder a loss since the business was not his. But Inder had granted him freedom from all such fears that had been the day Milind had vowed to put his heart and soul in his work and reach heights even Inder hadn't attained. That had been the day Milind had changed no longer was he just Inder Shah's son in law he was major share holder and CEO of Mishra/Shah group of Hotels, he now answered no one. Milind's meteoric rise had astounded his critics who found no complaint against his superb business acumen and accurate decisions that always made them stand on their toes. He indeed had proved to be a perfect choice by Inder all those who shunned him initially now queued outside his office for appointments. Milind had won three awards for Best Hotelier of the year in the past five years and tonight too he had to attend a similar ceremony. It was the Brand of the year award function and Milind would be attending it with his family.

"Prachi yaad haina aaj jaana hai function main?" Prachi you do remember we have to attend an award function tonight? he had reminded her teasing her by gently biting her earlobe "Aap sey juri koi bhi baat main nahin bhuulti bas eik aap hii hain jo mujhey nahin samajhtey" I never forget anything related to you it is only you who does not understand me she had complained softly. "Please Prachi dobara mat shuru ho jaana" Please Prachi don't get started again Milind had sighed "Aisi konsi bari cheez maang lii mainey aap sey eik bacha hii to maanga haina" What wealth have I asked you for.. just a baby she had looked at him through tear filled eyes while he gritted his teeth. "Prachi bachey hain humarey" Prachi we have children he had attempted to explain her his view for the millionth time on her demand. This had been going on for quite some time now Prachi was adamant that they have another go at making a baby while Milind was not in for the idea at all. When she had been pregnant with Ayaan the doctor had warned Milind of her pregnancy being a difficult one which it indeed had turned out to be. It had taken all of Milind's will power and courage to help her through the nine months, the constant fear of losing her during the final ordeal had driven him insane. Moreover during the labour period he had decided to stay beside her for support never though in his wildest dreams had he imagined to witness the pure horror he had seen while Prachi writhed in agonizing pain.

The half an hour wait till she had dilated properly to deliver their son was pure torture for Milind. What had followed next had knocked him out of his senses completely, the actual process of Prachi giving birth to their son had left him shocked and shaken to the core. He had vowed never to subject her to such misery ever again. Unfortunately for him it was Prachi herself who had wanted to expand their family further, much to his discomfiture he ofcourse had negated the extravagant demand outrightly breaking her heart. Prachi had joined Baba and Inder at the breakfast table and Milind had followed silently her red veined eyes made him understand she had been crying and that driven away his hunger. Gulping down his juice he had left for work with Sunaina and Ayaan dropping them off at school he had driven to his office there was a lot of work piled up for him. The day had flown away quickly asking Kaka to prepare the dinner Prachi had returned to her room taking out their clothes for the evening she had pressed them, at around three the children had returned home and as promised to Milind Ayaan had indeed broken Sunaina's doll. The hue and cry that had followed was deafening had Inder and Baba not intervened it would have taken forever to settle them down. Baba had promised Sunaina to buy her a doll similar to the one Ayaan had broken and Ayaan was grounded for a week no cartoons and no pepsi the news was deathly for the young boy who had screamed at the top of his lungs for the world being unfair and Sunaina being a monster.

Milind had returned home to find a sullen Ayaan waiting for him as soon as he stepped in the threshold Ayaan had flown to him and Milind had picked him in his arms. "I told you not to break the doll" he had smiled teasing his son who had started crying and had not stopped till Milind had got his mother to decrease the punishment from a week to three days. Milind had then gone to Sunaina who sat completing her homework "Well I hear there's been mutilation in here" he had winked at her while she laughed "Oh Papa he's a monkey forget him..... see what I painted for him" she had shown Milind a picture of their family. "I think you should show it to him before he starts thinking you'r from outer space" Milind had advised her and she had complied. Meanwhile Ayaan had sought refuge in his mother's lap drinking his milk from a cup while she soothed his curls "Why do you break her things jaan she is your sister after all" she had asked him genuinely concerned for their deteriorating relationship it sometimes hurt her to think her children were always at each other's throats.

"Mumma I love her so much but she doesn't love me that is why I break her things. She doesn't play with me always keeps painting in her room" Ayaan had cried telling his mother his tale of woes. He missed his sister's attention and companionship that had decreased as she had grown older Milind and Sunaina who had just entered the room were surprised to hear Ayaan's truthful confession. Sunaina had been overwhelmed with her younger brother's love for her she had quietly walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder "Ayaan" she had called out to him. "Go away I don't want to talk to you" Ayaan had continued cuddling upto his mother while Sunaina now looked as if she would burst into tears."Mumma he won't talk to me" she had told her mother who had made her sit beside her gently fondling her hair. "Darling he's just a bit angry right now" she had whispered kissing her daughter lovingly. "Mom tell him to speak to me or I'll cry" she had whimpered "Cry baby!!" Ayaan had mocked her. "Ayaan" Prachi had warned him "Now come on talk to your sister see what she has brought for you" Prachi had coaxed her stubborn little son to be friends with his sister. Sunaina had handed him the painting and he had smiled through tears. "This is for me?" he had asked and Sunaina had smiled "Yes I painted it for you" she had told him. A mere five later minutes both of them were playing video games in the living room.

Milind had attended the award ceremony that evening with Inder Baba and Prachi as expected he had won the award hands down. Standing on the dias accepting his award Milind had singled out his family amongst the crowd. "I stand here today not because I have achieved distinction as a businessman but because of the conviction and love given to me by my family. This award is a dedication to my Baba who has been a constant source of inspiration for me, who made me understand hardships in life are to be overcome not succumbed to. My Papa who vested complete faith in me, who made me believe life was bigger than expectations. And my wife Prachi , my love, my life my reason to breathe. Thank you so much thank you for always being with me." Amidst the thunderous applause that emanated in the hall at that moment Milind could see Prachi wipe happy tears, Inder smile at him pride visible in his eyes and his Baba the serenity on his face made him know he had completed his responsibility as a son and husband. That night as Milind had joined Prachi in bed she had turned the other side she was still upset with him and Milind realized it was time he finished off with this matter for good. "Prachi... dekh meri taraf" Prachi look at me Milind had turned her to him by her shoulders when he saw that she was crying. "Prachi ro kyun rahi hai?" Prachi why are you crying? he had asked perplexed "Choriye mujhey" Leave me she had whimpered sobbing silently. "Eik hii zid hai aakhir kyun?" You'r adamant on that issue but why? he had wanted to know. Prachi had leaned on his chest interlacing her fingers with his. "Pata hai Milind... mainey apna bachpan buhut tanha guzara hai. Koi nahin hota tha merey saath sivaaye khamoshi key. Aur ab iss khamoshi sey darr lagta hai mujhey. Main chahti huun humara parivaar buhut bara ho har koi har samay eik saath ho... koi akela na ho.. kabhi bhi" Milind I've led a very lonely childhood. No one used to be there with me except for solitude and silence. I'm afraid of silence now. I want our family to be big so that no one will ever remain alone forever she had poured her heart out to him.

It was then that Milind had understood why she hounded him for another child. Laying her down beside him he had kissed her tenderly making her weep harder. "Prachi tujh sey buhut pyaar kerta huun main na tujhey dukh main dekh sakta huun na tujhey takleef dey sakta huun. Tuu chahti hai to hum zarur apna parivvar barhaiyeingey magar iss vaadey per keh yeh aakhri baar hai keh main teri yeh baat maan raha huun. Kabhi khud ko meri jagah rakh ker dekh Prachi kitna dard hota hai mujhey tujhey takleef main dekh ker" Prachi I love you very much I cannot see you unhappy or in pain. If you wish it we will expand our family but this is the last time I'm assenting to your wish. Put yourself in my stead someday and feel the pain I go through everytime I see you in affliction he had told her slipping off her night dress. Prachi had hugged him with love "I'm sorry" she had whispered and he had placed his finger on her lips. "Aaj koi sorry nahin" No sorry tonight he had murmured as she pulled off his kurta revealing his bare chest. Kissing her passionately he had proceeded to fulfill her desire making her arch beneath him as they traversed the path to ecstacy together. Nine months later Prachi had given birth to their daughter, Sameera. Somehow with her had come the understanding of completion something that was earlier amiss in their lives. On the mansion walls in Watford hangs a family picture of the Shah Mishra family. Ayaan and Sunaina pack their bags in elation, Prachi sits feeding three month old Sameera while Milind kisses her forehead with love thanking her for letting him be a part of their wonderful creation. Inder stands near Premlata's portrait talking to her while Baba sips tea in the lawns outside. The family is off to visit Ayesha and Neev in LasVegas their family too has a new edition, Deepa and Ayesha is sure she has taken after Prachi both are naiive, beautiful and submissive. Life is unpredictable, it is said you receive the most when you least expect it ....... I believe it is absolutely true.