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Part 61

Milind had walked slowly towards Prachi's room he had not found the capacity to forgive her yet he ached for her he needed to see if she was doing alright. It had been twelve hours since he had last seen her being shifted to her room. No matter how hard he tried his heart refused to shun her, her helpless and vulnerable visual kept flashing in his mind. Images of her bloodied form being wheeled in the operation theatre would not grant him peace any minute. Yes he had tried by God he had to jerk it off think of alternative scenarios but there was this anguish an inexplicable anxiety that would not leave him. The reason he had driven straight from the airport to the hospital. He badly needed a change of clothes he hadn't had a bite since his meal the previous evening but those were secondary issues the primary and most important one was seeing Prachi. Ali had persuaded him to sample some sandwiches at the cafeteria along with the black bitter coffee he kept gulping by the pint but he had denied it all. How could he eat anything his body refused to register fatigue or any desire to consume any eatable. At the end of the day he had stopped fighting the desperate need to be near Prachi and given in to his guilty conscious that would not allow him to sit still for a moment until and unless he went and conveyed to Prachi everything he wanted to. The room was lit by an eerie bluish glow that kept emitting from the screen monitoring Prachi's blood pressure and heart beat. He had switched on the lamp by the bedside it's milky whiteness enhancing Prachi's sallow features. Sitting beside her on the foamed mattress Milind had held her limpid hand in his own. "Prachi he had wispered and had felt her stir yet her drowsiness remained overpowering and she had whimpered in slumber. He had brought her hand to his lips and had kissed it carefully as if it were made of glass his tears falling on it covering it in their salty wetness "Kyun kiya Prachi aisa.... kyun kiya?" Why Prachi.. why did you do this? he had questioned in the faintest of whispers.

He had run his fingers across her moist lips then recollecting the countless occassions she had kissed the tips bending down he had pressed his lips on them softly feeling their warmth on his own. Driven by passion he had sunk his arms underneath her lifting her torso tenderly and then hugged her gently. " Kaash keh tuu ney jaana hota Prachi terey iss vishwasghaat ney mujhey tor diya hai, mera wajood kuch nahin, kuch nahin terey bina. Eik baar to kaha hota, mujh per vishwaas to kiya hota Prachi" If only you had known Prachi this betrayal has left me broken. I'm nothing without you. If only you'd told me once, trusted me enough and he had cried silently. His tears had soaked her cotton gown as he stroked her velvety tresses with love "Kis baat kii saza dii mujhey Prachi, kis baat kii. Kiya pyaar nahin kiya tha mainey tujhey ya jeevan saathi nahin maana tha?" What have you punished me for Prachi, had I not loved you or considered you a part of my life? his pain had drowned his resolve to never question her and here he sat spouting his heart out. He had watched her longingly kissing her pallid cheeks, forehead and finally her eyes that remained close as if resting after a long and tiring watch. Having vented out a fraction of his affliction he had laid her assidiously on the bed smoothing her vagrant strands he had tucked her well switching off the night lamp letting darkness shroud her once again. Wiping away the remnants of tears lining his cheeks he had walked out as quietly as he had entered. It was no use his grievances were not substantial what right did he exercise on her he didn't hold any legal claim on her in any case. It was his mistake that he thought she loved him, entirely his fault to consider it a mutual sentiment and now he was going to rectify it.

Taking out his cell he had called Vijay up " Shashank key paas Shah mansion key papers hain. Woh kabhi legally ussey own nahin ker paya the deed still remains in Premlata Shah's name. Get it for me please I need that house as soon as possible." Shashank had Shah mansion's papers, he never owned it legally Vijay had assented immediately they had gone through most of Shashank's properties and had recovered the papers to Shah mansion. Shashank had never found the opportunity to get them transferrred in his name in the first place. Milind had done the math on his way to Mumbaii from Delhi if Alaap had never signed the papers neither had Inder then the ownership rested with Premlata the original owner of the mansion in the first place. Milind had found it best to get the house claimed before it was handed over to the government as state property since Shashank had no heir to him. Sapna, Milind's thoughts had been averted to the young girl Ali had filled him in with the details Sapna had provided him in regards to knowing Shashank. The poor girl had been jilted in love and had sacrificed her child for Milind's safety he simply could not get over the fact that those bullets were meant for him not Sapna's baby. Ambling through the long corridor Milind had reached the very end of it that opened up to the hospital lawns. Even in the pitch black of the night they shone as big effervescent lamps flooded them making them resemble a stadium ready to be played on. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he had strolled down the granite leading towards them, the night air was cool chilly too but he hardly cared. Moreover the cold whiffs helped ease the fire within him he knew he had lost in love but he had his responsibilities to fulfill even now. He had promised Inder to return what was his and he intended to do that, the properties he had methodically accumulated from various holders summed up to quite a bit and after gaining rights on the mansion he would be able to give it all back to Premlata the rightful owner. Bobby and Soumya need not toil away in Pune after regaining their riches they could both return home to their mother as for Prachi, yes she too needed to return. Whether Bua went back to Chandigarh or not he gave a damn he was going to finish this drama that he himself had been enacting since long. He had hoped to solidify his relationship with Prachi make her his in every sense of the word alas he had dreamt too many dreams unaware that they too were destined to shatter similar to his heart. He had taken a seat on one of the benches in the garden and had closed his eyes could he sleep no he couldn't but he could try could he not.

Premlata had arrived early next morning she had informed Bua about her visit to the temple she had been shocked to see Milind sit on one of the benches in the park oblivious of the world around him. "Milind" she had called out and his eyes had snapped open had his attempts been fruitful, sadly no he hadn't slept for a minute he was beginning to fear the insomnia was going to stay with him now like a faithful companion. "Beta itni thand hai yahaan to, tum beemar ho jaogey" It's cold out here son, you'll get sick and he had smiled he certainly had loved the woman as her own mother she was the only one who had been as clueless of Prachi's actions as himself. "Nahin maa ab mujhey kuch nahin hoga" No mother nothing will happen to me now he had replied "Jo sehen kerna tha ker chuka ab agar toofan bhi aa jaye to mera kuch nahin bigarr sakta" I have borne all that I had to now nothing can effect me Premlata could not make head or tail of what he said but she knew the cause of his misery, it was indeed her daughter. "Prachi ney tumharey saath" What Prachi did with you she had tried to explain " Choriye maa raat gayi baat gayi. Aap Prachi ko dekh aaiye thori der main Ali aata hoga mujhey ab ghar jaana chahiye.... buhut der ho gayi" Forget it maa you go and see Prachi Ali will be joining you soon. I must go home now... it's been too late and he had left. Premlata had not stopped him his blood veined eyes and reproving looks had made her realize her daughter had left him broken and cheated it was no surprise he felt unwanted. Driving through the morning traffic Milind didn't find the need or energy to feel that the traffic was slow, that the streets were congested that he was stuck in a jam since the past half an hour. Did any of that matter to him, not at all it was as if he'd been living a fantasy all this while Prachi her voice her face her smiles they were illusions mirages that had vanished when he had dared to venture too close. It was time to start living the real life in the real world where he was was a widower with a daughter, an angel he'd been neglecting for his own selfish whims since many days. The gnawing remorse ate him up and he sped on the streets to reach his abode.

It was a relief that Bua was nowhere Baba too was not available Naintara sat feeding Preeti who certainly did not like being fed by her. "Preeti kha lo" Preeti eat it she had warned her yet the child refused to comply clamping her mouth shut. " Preeti!" Naintara had cried angrily "Bas!" Enough Milind had intervened taking the spoon from her. "Papa" Preeti's face had lit up to see her father after an absence of two days. She had wanted to ask him where he'd been , tell him that she had missed him yet she couldn't translate her feelings in words but had certainly cried her heart out to him. "Papa!" she had hiccuped and he had filled her in his arms his own eyes wet "Miss kiya Papa ko?" Did you miss Papa? he had questioned softly "hmmmm" had come the reply with a vigorous nod of the head "Mainey bhi, buhut miss kiya meri gudiya ko. Papa buhut burey haina, khayaal nahin rakhtey aapka" and she had kissed him impulsively tilting her head back she gazed at him sadly. She was young but not dumb moreover the bond they shared had made her an ace at guaging his sentiments like a pro. Bending closer she had kissed his tears away and Milind had kissed her raw her face her cheeks her eyes her lips her nose not a spot of skin was left untouched. "Sorry jaan I'm so sorry" he had embraced her again tightly this time afraid of losing her like the other two women in his life. Preeti lay her head on his shoulder her arms encircling his neck and he had carried her to his room there was much he seemed to have missed out on murmuring softly in her ear he had ascended the stairs.

"Mr Ali aapki wife ko hosh aa gaya hai" Mr Ali your wife has gained consciousness the nurse had informed him and Ali had nodded numbly well what was he to do now. The doctor had beckoned him standing at the doorway to Sapna's room and he had trudged forward with heavy feet towards him. They had entered the room to find Sapna sit up propped against pillows supporting her lean frame, her head bent her eyes downcast she was a picture of dejection. "How are you Mrs Ali?" the doctor had questioned her and Sapna's eyes had flicked up to meet Ali's no words were exchanged yet Ali could interpret shock and then guilt in the sandy greens of them. She had averted her eyes to her hands "I'm fine" she had managed after what had appeared to Ali like a million years. Checking her pulse the doctor read her chart "You seem to be doing well you'r lucky the operation went smoothly, also the abortion" Ali had been dreading this moment but it had to come. "Abortion" Sapna's hoarse voice cut the air like a knife she had been praying for her child to be safe yet her sins had killed it. Her hand had involuntarily wrapped around her stomach her eyes had shed silent tears the truth had finally sunk in the emptiness she had suddenly started feeling was the loss of a part of herself. "Mr Ali I think I will leave you two alone" the doctor had decided to give them space exiting the room. As soon as the doctor had left Sapna had broken down sobbing hysterically her body heaving. Ali feared the stitches she had received just forty eight hours ago might come apart or hurt her more due to the the convulsion. He had stepped forward but had then reminded himself he had only pretended to be her husband he certainly had no relation to her but he could not let her cry this way too soon his mind had lost the battle to his heart."Sapna" he had called her gently but Sapna refused to ackhowledge his presence near her. "Sapna" Ali had called again and this time she had jerked his hand off her shoulder in a fit. "Kyun bachaya mujhey, kyun laaye mujhey yahaan. Mar jaaney diya hota uskey saath wahin us narg main" Why did you save me? Why did you bring me here? You should've let me rot in that hell with him she had shrieked glaring at him with accusing eyes. The mother in her had been murdered ruthlessly her child was no more she had formed a million dreams of a pleasant life with her child and Shashank and they had all been butchered cruelly by the child's father himself. Burying her face in the pillows she had continued to wail like a lost animal "Mera bacha" My baby she kept repeating sobbing pitifully.

Ali could not just stand there and watch her torture herself like that. " Sapna meri baat suno" Sapna listen to me this time Ali's grip was firm he held her by her shoulders and made her sit up. She hiccuped badly her lips quivering in anger sorrow and remorse "Jo kuch hua uss main tumharii ghalati nahin thi woh eik haadsa tha" It's not your fault it was an accident he had tried to explain. "Woh haadsa nahin tha merey gunahon kii sazaa thii jo merey bachey ko bhugatni pari" It wasn't an accident it was a punishment for my sins and my child had to bear it she had replied heartbroken. "Kyun laaye mujhey yahaan, kyun laaye. Mainey apney bachey ko maar diya nafrat hai mujhey apney aap sey, main marr jaati to acha tha" Why did you bring me here, why. I've killed my child I hate myself, I should've died she had moaned in agony tears streaming down her face. "Aur unka kiya jo tumko chahtey hain, unsey bhi jeeney ka haq cheen lena chahti ho tum" And what about those who love you do you want to take away their hope to live too Ali had inquired shaking her arms forcefully. "Kon chahta hai mujhey... koi nahin... main iss qaabil nahin kisi key pyaar key qaabil nahin" Who loves me... no one... I'm not capable of being loved crying she had hidden her face in her hands "Chor do mujhey please mujhey akela chor do. Chaley jao yahaan sey nahin to mera dum ghut jayega" Leave me alone please else I'll suffocate she had pleaded to Ali folding her hands infront of him she had begged him to leave. Ali had no other choice but to leave how he wished he could soothe her heart tell her what she meant to him, that her smile made his day and that he could not watch her subject herself to self affliction yet he could not and had had left with a heavy heart. At the doorway he had turned around to see her clutch a pillow to herself crying to her hearts content love certainly was a disaster Ali had thought it had not brought anyone any happiness. Kaajal had died loving Milind, Milind had been heart broken loving Prachi, Prachi in turn had been miserable in his love. Sapna had loved Shashank and that had cost her a child and Ali his love story had given him nothing but heartache firstly seeing Sapna in love with Shashank and secondly watching her fret over the scars it had bestowed her. Was this the destiny lovers had to face Romeo Juliet, Cleopatra Antony which of them ever found tranquility in love none did and none could that was love's fate to forever burn in a silent hell.

Part 62

As Milind fed portions of fried egg to Preeti she continued to babble in her view talk to her father about the countless events he had missed out on. From what she rambled he understood her doll had undergone a major accident she had brought it to him for examination, it had lost an arm and soon father and daughter were hunting for it all over the room. "Dolly....Papa" she would repeat urging him to find the dislocated limb finally after a long search it was recovered from behind the dressing table and was fitted deftly by a keen Milind. The smile Preeti's face bore after watching her prized possession become whole again was enough to make Milind realize it was a job well done. "Tankoo Papa" Preeti had cried in jubilation kissing his cheeks in elation "khush meri jaan" Milind had asked seating her in his lap and she had laughed in mirth a fitting answer to his query. Kissing her on her forehead Milind had allowed her to spend quality time with the doll placing her on the massive bed as he packed his belongings in a travelling bag when he heard someone knocking on the door. He looked up to see his father stand in the doorway Milind had stared at him quizzically "Aapko kab sey knock kerney kii zarurat parney lagi Baba?" he had questioned in surprise. "Jab sey tuu apnon ko paraaya samajhney laga tab sey, mujhey laga shayad tuu bhuul gaya main abhi tak zinda huun" Baba had replied calmly walking in the room resting his eyes on Milind's open suitcase. Milind had looked away not being able to meet his father's challenging gaze "ab nazrein kyun chura raha hai. Yehi sikhaya tha mainey tujhey.... zindagi sey bhagna?" his father was in no mood to forgive him today. " Baba woh.." he muttered "Kiya woh, yeh kiya laga rakha hai jab man kerta hai chala jaata hai jab dil kerta hai waapis koi zimmedaari iss ghar kiii taraf banti hai ya nahin teri. Teri aulad hai na yeh" Baba had pointed towards Preeti who now gawked at her father with frightened eyes. She could not understand her father's silence while her grandfather dished him a sound verbal lashing.

He probably had been bad her little brain had thought, wouldn't have drunk his milk the reason her grandfather scolded him, grandpa scolded her too when she didn't drink her milk . " Kitna farz nibhaya hai tuuney iski taraf? Pichley do din sey ghar sey ghayab hai na khabar na telephone kis tarah ka kaam hai yeh tera jabkeh tuu Delhi gaya bhi nahin" Baba was furious Milind had tried to form an excuse but little had he known Premlata had infact told him the truth. She wouldn't have had he not caught her weeping looking at Prachi's photograph, then too she was reluctant to give it all away but he had threatened to call Milind that very moment and if need be go trace his whereabouts himself. "Kaam tha Baba" he had replied avoiding eye contact with his father burying his face amidst the array of clothes that he kept ripping down from the hangers. "Kitna jhoot boleyga Milind or kis sey apney baap sey" Baba's angry voice had resonated in his ears and he had stopped in mid step dropping the clothes in his bag defeatedly. "To kiya kerta Baba marney deta Prachi ko. Buhut bura huun na main Baba sab ko dukh deta huun isi liye to dekhiye na kabhi khud sukoon nahin paata. Jitna bhi kerun kam hai, jo bhi kerun ghalat hai. Sach kehtey hain aap jhoot bolta raha main aap sey khud sey sab sey." Milind could not hold his tears back anymore he felt ashamed of himself of lying to his own father making him believe it was for his own good how could he been so damn selfish. Kneeling on the floor he had folded his hands in front of the old man "Maaf ker do mujhey Baba maaf ker do" he had never felt so guilt ridden in his entire life. He had lied to his father forced himself to believe this was the ultimate reality when it had all been a hapless dream. Baba had clasped his hands lovingly in his own and kissed them amorously. "Kiya ghalati kii tuu ney bewaquf jo ro raha hai" in return Milind had narrated the entire staged act he had been enacting along with Prachi since the past few months. Preeti had crawled across the mattress and had slid off the bed running up to her father she hugged him wrapping her arms around his neck wiping away his tears. "Nayi Papa nayi..." she whimpered terribly upset to see him broken kissing him repeatedly and in turn he had embraced her warmly hot tears finding their way down his cheeks. Baba unable to see Milind forlorn and dejected had made him sit beside him on the bed while Preeti sat on his knees. "Baba mainey aap sey jhoot bola keh main or Prachi pati patni hain, sirf is liye keh aap meri shaadi key baarey main sochna chor dein" he had confessed contritely to his father wiping his face clean. He had expected his father to lash out at him at this revelation curse him call him a callous and cold hearted human being on the contrary Baba had simply smiled.

"Ab khayaal aaya sach bataney ka" he had inquired plainly and Milind had felt himself sink in a pool of penitence. "Kiya kerta Baba...... us waqt yehi sahi laga mujhey. Jaanta huun ghalat kiya sab ko dhoka diya.. yahaan tak keh khud ko bhi...or Prachi" he had paused then unable to tell Baba what he felt for her. "Pyaar kerta hai tuu uss sey Milind?" Baba had inquired resolutely with firm conviction in his suspicion. Milind had not answered rather had placed Preeti on the bed and had resumed to packing his clothes again "Main kuch puuch raha huun Milind tujh sey?" Baba had asked irritatedly. "Kiya faida Baba main pyaar kerun na kerun kissey farq parta hai" his hands worked deftly as he pulled out his drawers emptying them in the case. He was getting overworked pacing the room scouring it for his belongings. "Ussey to pyaar nahin mujh sey, hota to yuun apni zindagi khatam nahin kerna chahti.... mujh sey baat kerti... eik baar to kehti na Baba keh ussey meri zarurat hai" Sifting through the papers he pulled out a sheaf the ones he needed to work on that night, even if his world was crumbling to pieces the real world was still very much moving around him if he did not move too he might just fade into nothingness. As he tried to walk away Baba had held him by his arm turning his wet face towards him "Tuu kiya samajhta hai jaanta nahin tha main keh yeh sab naatak hai?" and Milind had met his gaze in wonderment "Baba aap sab kuch jaan... jaantey they" he stammered "Phir itney din kuch kaha kyun nahin?" he questioned in consternation. "Kyun kehta kuch jabkeh mujhey tujh per bharosa tha, Prachi per bharosa tha... jaanta hai Milind Prachi hii woh larki hai jissey Sukriti kii shaadi waali raat main hospital chor aaya tha" The suitcase had fallen from Milind's hands and clattered noisily settling on the marble besides his feet.

How could he forget his father's constant chants to go check on a girl he had gotten admitted in the City Hospital. Milind had asked the driver to check on her and had himself gone to the hospital but by then Prachi had left. He could never have imagined Prachi to be the girl his father had rendered help that night. "Baba kiya aap ko Shashank key baarey main pata tha?" he had inquired in anguish... why had his father not enlightened him on anything earlier, why was his family hell bent on alienating him. "Mujhey Shashank key baarey main kuch nahin pata tha Milind pata hota to tujhey batata nahin kiya?" Baba had gently touched his cheek. "Prachi tujh sey buhut pyaar kerti hai Milind, mainey khud suna tha karva chaut kii raat woh teri tasveer sey baatein kertey huey ro rahi thi.... ussey apna ley Milind nahin to badnaami or dukh key ilawa kuch nahin raheyga usskey paas" he had tried to coax Milind help him realize that distancing himself from Prachi would only make matters worse. "Baba aapko ghalat fehmi hui hai woh nahin kerti pyaar mujh sey .... or zabardasti to Milind Mishra ney kii nahin kisi per aaj tak phir Prachi to zindagi hai meri." In a firm and decisive tone he had clarified his take on the issue till Prachi accepted that she loved him he was not ready to accept her as his. He did not recall a single situation where Prachi had confessed her need for him how could he then impose himself on her, that would be wrong. Having cleared his front to his father he had not cast a second glance at his surroundings but had sauntered out crossing the threshold with quick steps. He had avoided to look back lest he be weakened in his resolve to leave his life behind him.

Sapna had let the nurse pierce her skin with the needle drawing a sample of her blood for tests she sat numbed too tired to react at any sensation or feeling. She had been crying for the past five hours and now felt as if she'd finished off every last drop of water in her body.The nurse was the one who had spotted Ali spill tears over her unconscious form the day before. "Sach madam jii bara hii acha hai aapka husband yeh jaantey huey bhi keh ab aap kabhi maa nahin ban sakti bara hii udaas tha aapkey liye, ro bhi raha tha jii" she had informed a white faced Sapna conspiratorially. Sapna had stared at her ashen and shocked what had she just said, she, Sapna was a barren woman... why... how.... when. Her mind started swirling her child had gone and now she could never have another she clutched her hair in her hands desperately. "Tumko kis ney bataya?" she had questioned the nurse who was terrified with Sapna's change in demeanor and was suddenly aware that she had committed a grave mistake. "Doctor saahab ney ji sab ko pata hai..." she had further crushed her hopes on it being a rumor. "Jao yahaan sey..." she had ordered the nurse who stood adamant "Bandage to ker luun jii aapki." "I SAID GET OUT...... GET OUT!!!!" she screamed hysterically the nurse had run away then afraid that her revelation could cost her a job. Sapna had thought she had shed the last of her tears little had she known there were a lot more to follow, she sat stoned as transparent droplets fell fast from her eyes. What wrong was it then she deserved this, she had earned all this punishment it was God's wrath a paltry return to her sins. She did not deserve to live how could anyone as criminal as she breathe any longer... no she should end it. With such thoughts flashing through her mind she furtively searched for some mode of assistance. Yes her eyes gleamed as she spotted the scalpel amidst the nurse's set of tools she had been generous enough to leave behind in her haste to flee. Picking up the well sharpened object she had slit her wrists in contentment, a fitting end to a miserable life. Laying back against the pillows she had watched as blood squirted out from her arms dyeing the starched sheets crimson. The pain had finally aggravated to an extent of becoming unbearable, she hoped it would finish for good now.

Prachi had awoken to see herself surrounded by machines of different sizes she wearily stretched her hand to find it taped to a tube with an IV stuck in it. She moaned slightly awaking Ali "Tum uth gayi Prachi shuker hai Khuda ka" he had smiled at her. She tried to sit up and was helped by Ali "Tabiyat kaisi hai?" he had asked trying to keep the conversation light though they both knew the big question was Milind and his whereabouts. Milind had not contacted Ali neither had informed him on his thoughts about his decision to switch abodes. Ali had been busy shuttling between Prachi and Sapna the latter having driven him away he had thought it best to leave her on her own for some while. Hoping to wheedle some sort of information on Milind Prachi had lifted her eyes to Ali's bedraggled form "Bhaiyya... Milind... kahaan hain?" she had inquired. She realized he knew the truth moreover she feared he wouldn't forgive her for keeping it from him until and unless she relayed to him the chain of events that had forced her to maintain silence over the issue. Ali had shifted uncomfortably in his seat how was he to tell her that Milind was a broken man all because of her. That he had vowed never to love anyone else never to believe in fate and never ever to act as a generous benefactor to any living soul on the planet. "Theek hai.... kaam sey gaya hai" Ali had muttered avoiding her probing gaze. "Mujhsey naraaz hain?" she had asked again and Ali had found it best to be honest about the scenario lies hadn't got them anywhere. "Haan... tumney ussey Shashank key baarey main kuch nahin bataya. Shayad Prachi... ab woh pehley waala Milind nahin raha" Ali had further piqued her dissappointment. "Kiya woh sab jaan gaye... meri tasveerain bhi?" she had gasped in anguish. "Haan sab malum hai ussey" Ali had fixed his thoughful gaze on her "Tum ney ussey pehley bata diya hota to.... khair" he would've carried on had the doctor not entered the room panic stricken. "Mr Ali your wife, she's tried to commit suicide slit her wrists please come fast" Ali's face had turned pale as he sprinted out of the room after the doctor. Prachi had attentively watched as the duo left hot on their heels her mind a complete muddle.

What was happening when did Ali get married and why did the doctor inform Ali about her trying to kill herself. What was she missing out on? Intrigued she had pushed away her covers and had pulled herself together. Stepping down on the tiles she felt the cold rush seep in her it felt as if she hadn't been on her feet in ages. Steadying herself she slipped on her slippers and slowly limped out to the corridor. It was deserted but she decided to move on in a faint hope to locate Ali and his wife. She could hear shrill screams emanating from one of the rooms lining the corridor a nurse had rushed in just then "Chor do mujhey, mujhey mar jaaney do" somehow the voice seemed familiar. Her feet were automatically drawn towards the room where chaos persisted as Prachi peeped in she saw Ali hold on to Sapna while she thrashed on her bed in obvious pain. The sheets were painted red while blood poured from the slits she had carved on her twin writs. Prachi had suppressed a scream "Sapna.... Sapna!!" Ali had shouted but the woman was obviously immersed in immense pain. The doctor had injected her with a sedative while a nurse and Ali held on to her pinning her to the bed. Sapna had tried to shove away her captivators but had failed. The blood loss had rendered her weak and soon she had slipped in a semi conscious state. Prachi looked on tears brimming in her eyes as the doctor had then expertly stitched her wrists sealing the slits neatly, after bandaging them he had administered her a new dose of medication and had patted a melancholic Ali's shoulders sympathetically. "Pata nahin kaisey ho gaya Mr Ali but I believe she came to know she could never bear a child again. One of the nurses accidently informed her about it thinking you might have discussed about the issue with her."

Ali had shot a cold barbarous look at the doctor "What sort of a hospital this is where personal information is available to all and sundry. You knew she was already broken due to her child's loss and now this.... this is preposterous and I will complain to the authorities". Prachi had felt the surroundings go hazy Sapna had lost her baby and she could never become a mother again how... why. Putting her palm to her mouth she had willed herself to muffle her sobs her tears though fell freely on her cheeks. "Kyun Prachi kaisa lag raha hai yeh dekh ker?" Milind's voice had resounded in her ear she had opened her eyes to see him standing next to her grim and with drawn. "Milind yeh sab... sab kaisey?" she had stammered "Tumhain bachaney aayi thii woh.... uss raat jab tum Shashank key paas gayeen theen. Kho diya uss ney apna bacha kyunki uskey baap ney ussey maar diya." Milind had informed her in minimal wods. "Teri amanat" he had plunged his hand in his inner coat pocket and extricated the cd handing it to her. "Uss raat sab kuch badal gaya Prachi mera pyaar, tera vishwaas or Sapna kii zindagii...... " saying so Milind had turned around when Prach had called out to him. "Milind Shashank ney mujhsey kaha tha woh yeh cd aapki inauguration per chala deyga" Milind had stopped in mid step and retrieved his steps back to her "Acha or kiya kaha tha ussney?" he had questioned his eyes glazed with an unspoken rage a fire that Prachi realized had consumed him whole. "Milind agar main nahin jaati to.." "To woh merey inauguration ki band baja deta....bas!" he had inquired in a calm tone. Prachi had stared at him through misty eyes "Aapney itni mehnat kii thi Milind or woh sab barbad ho jaati" she had whispered in a repentant tone. "Mehnat to mainey apney pyaar per bhi ki thi uss per apni zindagi kii neev rakhney per bhi kii thi, haan Prachi mehnat kii thi mainey apney aap ko samjhaaney main keh humarey beech pyaar ka rishta hai...... mehnat barbaad, pyaar barbad saala zindagi barbaad or eik nahin buhut saari. Main jaa raha huun Prachi kyun tuu jaanti hai, mera peecha mat kerna deney key liye ab merey paas kuch bhi nahin...... pyaar bhi nahin". With those final words he had left Prachi slide down on the chipped marble of the hospital "Milind" she had called out to him "Milind ruk jaaiye.... MILIND!!!" she had screamed before the world around had gone black altogether.

Part 63

Milind had turned around to see Prachi lie in a heap on the floor part of him had wanted to shake her so hard her teeth would've rattled in her mouth but he knew his anger was inconsolable and it would only serve to aggravate her misery further. Picking her up in his arms he had sauntered to her room placing her on the bed he had informed the doctor of her condition and waited patiently till she checked her thoroughly. "She's fine Mr Mishra just very weak I'll start with her vitamins I'm sure that'll help" she had smiled reassuringly before exiting. Milind had cast a disdainful look at her unconscious form before calling Premlata up "Maa Prachi jaag gayi hai aap milna chahein to aa sakti hain" Mom Prachi has gained conciousness you can come meet her if you wish he realized she'd need consolation when she came around and who better than her mother. Besides there was a lot of explaining she had to do even to her mother she had kept them all in the dark it was time she started analyzing her actions and the repurcussions they had caused. Walking out of the room Milind was crushed to see Ali stand in the corridor talking to the doctor. His face depicted his internal anguish and Milind had a clear idea on what his friend was subjected to watching the love of his life try to take away her own life afterall he had gone through the same misery with Prachi. He clearly recalled the moment he had seen her pinned under Shashank every atom in his body had blown in a million shreds to witness her terror and then the ride to the hospital those were moments he feared that would haunt him for eternity. "I think you should seek counselling Mr Ali, she needs to vent her pain in a positive way else she might end up hurting herself again" and Ali had simply glared at him. What the hell did the doctor think she was a retard... that was the last straw, he clenched his fists in a supressed rage and chose to stay silent. "Thank you doctor we'll see what we can do " Milind had intervened placing his hand on Ali's shoulder his familiar touch had helped Ali relax and his muscles had laxed considerably. The doctor had walked away then guaging the raw tension that shot off Ali and could be felt from a mile.." Ali....Ali" Milind had addressed him "Kiya!" What he had snapped in visible anguish. "Tuu edha ho gaya hai kyun uss doctor kii bakwaas dil per ley raha hai" Are you nuts why are you taking the doctor's rubbish so seriously Milind had turned Ali to face him. "Tuu sun raha tha woh kiya bak raha tha... kiya samajhta hai woh usko khiskeyli nahin hai woh... ullu ka patha" You were listening to him what does he think she is, she's not mad Ali had seethed and Milind had hugged him hard. It was then that Ali had broken down completely as silent tears from his eyes disappeared in Milind's coat and his hands had clenched Milind hard his fingers digging in his back. Milind had let him relieve his pain holding on to him as he cried noiselessly. His friend had been through immense torture just because he had loved and Milind was not going to let him suffer any longer. Minutes later Ali had rubbed his eyes mercilessly he had never felt so weak and hated himself for being that way but he knew it was Milind with him. Milind... the one man he trusted with his life and the only one who understood what he was going through.

"Ali tuu ghar jaa ab" Ali you better go home now Milind had told him " Nahin main.." No.. I he had tried to resist when Milind had ordered him firmly "Mainey kaha ghar jaa Ali or ab tab tak nahin aana jab tak main na bulaun.. samjha." I said go home Ali and don't return till I call you Ali knew Milind was in a no nonsense mood because it was on rare occassions that Milind put up his elder brother attitude with him and this was one of the occassions. "Per Sapna"... But Sapna he reverted his eyes to her room "Main huun yahaan" I am here Milind had interjected and that had put a stop to any further discussion, casting a final look at him Milind had pointed to the exit "Go" he had said and Ali had obeyed. If Milind was this serious it meant no talk and that meant he would have to comply no matter what, there was this unspoken authority Milind pertained over Ali since Milind was six months elder to him. Interestingly even though Ali was always the emotional mentor and guide between the two the final word was usually Milind's and in almost all the cases it had turned to be worthy a decision. "Or ghar jaana Ali mujhko garage per dikha to do jhappad lagaunga kaan key neechey samjha" And go straight home if I see you at the garage it's not going to be good for you Milind had instructed before Ali had left on his bike. Milind had come to the conclusion that he was not going to let Ali make the mistakes he himself had made. He had been stupid enough to let Shashank ruin his happiness he simply could not let that demon haunt Sapna and shadow her impending happiness that he was sure rested with Ali alone. He had stepped in Sapna's room when Madhu had called him up "Sir there's a problem" she had informed him in a low voice. " What's wrong?" Milind had perked his ears he had sensed the news wasn't going to bring any relief ."Sir there's a phone call from Goa... Sapna".. "Yes what about her" Milind had tensed "Sir her mother passed away in a car accident today.. she's the only heir and well she's required to claim the body and for the last rituals". Milind had felt as if the last hope he harboured on Ali getting his life together was slipping away.. no he couldn't.. simply couldn't let fate play it's twisted game with his friend's life. "Madhu listen to me carefully, get two tickets to Goa you'r going there with Yug" he had instructed her "But Sir there's a meeting with the Canadian clients" Madhu had reminded him" Canada can wait do as I say go to Goa with Yug get the matter settled have the body cremated and tell the concerned personel that Sapna is hospitalized the reason she cannot make it. Don't divulge in details and don't breathe a word about all of this to anyone... not a word.. Am I clear Madhu?" he had questioned in a crisp tone. "Yes Sir" Madhu had understood the gravity of the situation she was the only one who had known about the actual incidents that had taken place on the night of the inauguration. The rest of the staff had been made to believe the story Vijay and Milind's associates had churned out but Milind had to let Madhu in on the secret since she was the one who had handled all activities in his absence. Including assistance in the various designs to fabricate his accident story.

Snapping the cell shut Milind had paced the room like a prisoner in a cell there still was a lot to be done though it could only be carried on only after Sapna awoke and it would'nt be long since the sedative adminitered was a light one. The doctor couldn't afford a higher dose of anasthesia keeping in mind her low blood count minutes seemed like hours and it felt as if an eternity had passed before Sapna had gained conciousness an hour later. She slowly managed to take in her surroundings her dismay on being alive still etched clearly on her face, her angst was further deepened when her eyes fell on Milind sitting nearby. She tried to get up and was taken aback to see Milind help her with it "Sir aap yahaan" Sir you... here it was the first time since the accident that they spoke to each other. "Hmm... kuch sawalon key jawab chahiye they tumsey" Wanted answers to a few questions from you he had informed her plainly and Sapna's eyes had lowered in guilt. "I'm sorry sir meri wajah sey aapko or Prachi ko itna kuch sehna para. Main pehley hii bata deti aapko Shashank key baarey main to yeh sab nahin hota. Mujhey maaf ker dijiye Sir" I'm sorry you and Prachi have had to suffer much because of me. If I would've told you about Shashank earlier all this wouldn't have happened she clearly was repentant and Milind had no wish to let her grovel any longer. "To tum maanti ho ghalati hui hai tumsey, gunehgaar ho tum.... kam az kam Prachi kii" So you accept that you've wronged you'r answerable atleast to Prachi he had questioned her and she had nodded her head in consent her eyes still fixed on her hands. "Dekho Sapna baat ko barhaaney sey koi faaida nahin mujhsey sirf eik sawaal ka jawab chahiye tumsey" There's no use in stretching the matter I just need one answer from you and Sapna had been forced to watch him stand next to her stare at her intently. From the looks of it she realized the matter was a serious one she had seen him this way only when he was extremely irked or agitated. Seeing her attentive Milind had put forward his proposal "Shaadi kerogi Ali sey?" Will you marry Ali? Sapna had gawped at him with wide eyes. " Aap yeh kiya keh rahey hain Sir, yeh nahin ho sakta" What are you saying this is impossible he had stated in a frenzy her mind swirling like a whirlwind. "Kyun nahin ho sakta?" Why not? Milind had counter questioned it had taken a lot of thought on his part to reach this decision. It was quite evident that Sapna had lost her family and keeping in mind her current mental state leaving her on her own would prove to be fatal. The only thing now was to get her to marry Ali somehow over time she would realize what to do with her life and as Milind hoped accept Ali as an essential part of it. "Main jaanti tak nahin unhain...." I don't even know him " Or ab tak yeh nahin jaan paayiii keh chahta hai woh tumhain paaglon ki tarah" And you haven't understood till yet that he loves you like mad Milind's voice was a note louder now and Sapna could see that every word he uttered was true. She had sensed Ali's interest in her as all women are able to somehow assess a man's point of view for them though she had never considered it to be love. But that did not give Milind a right to force her to get married to him how could she when the last thing on her mind was companionship of any kind.

"Eik pal sukoon nahin ussey tumharey liye tarap raha hai, jab sey tumhain dekha hai tab sey chahta hai. Aaj tak tumsey kuch kaha nahin kyunki woh bewaquf tumhari khushi chahta tha jo Shashank sey vaabasta thi." He doesn't have peace for a moment, he's loved you ever since he first saw you. He never said anything because he wanted your happiness which he believed rested with someone else Sapna had felt hot tears flow from her eyes how many people had she hurt in her quest for love. "Main maafi maang luungi unsey" I will apologize she had suggested "Or woh maaf ker bhi deyga, phir kiya hoga? Tum eik akeli zindagi jiyogi or woh tumhain yun ghut ker jeetey huey roz eik maut mareyga.. yehi chahti ho tum?" And he will forgive you but then what. You'll live a lonely life and he'll watch you lead it dying a new death each day. Is that what you want? Milind had enough of it and he had decided to be very clear about the entire deal. Taking her hands in his own he sat beside her " Haalat ko samjho Sapna, aaj tak tum apni khushian dhundti rahi or uska nateeja tum bhugat rahi ho... eik baar... sirf eik baar kisi or kii khushi key baarey main socho shayad tumharey dil ko bhi sukoon mil jaaye. Main yeh sab is liye nahin keh raha kyunki Ali mera bhai hai, balkeh iss liye bhi keh raha huun keh tumhari yeh haalat meri wajah sey hai. Tum jab tak khush nahin rehogi main parchchataab kii aag main jalta rehunga. Tum ney apna bacha kho diya meri wajah se, tum maa nahin ban sakti meri wajah sey. Mujh per ehsaan ker do... iss shaadi key liye maan jao Sapna" Understand the situation Sapna, all you ever did till now was run after your happiness and look what it had brought you. For a change try giving someone else their happiness you'll find your heart at peace. I'm not saying this because Ali is my brother but because I feel guilty for your condition. You lost your child because of me and are consequently barren because of me too. I won't feel forgiven till I see you happy. Do me a favour... say yes he had clasped her hands in his own hoping against hopes that she would concede. Her eyes searched him doubt clear in her own sandy ones and he had felt the need to assure her " Tumhari jagah meri apni behen hoti to bhi main yehi kehta" If my own sister would've been in your stead I'd have said the same and that was the final nail in the coffin. What had she to lose she had already lost everything Sapna had sighed in defeat she had this distinct feeling that this was the only way she could step on the road to redemption. "Kiya woh jaantey hain main..." Does he know ..she had gazed at Milind "Jaanta hai" He knows Milind had made her aware of her truth being known by Ali. "Phir bhi woh tayyar hain mujhey apnaney key liye" Then too he is willing to accept me? she had questioned shocked by the acknowledgement. "Pyaar sharton per to nahin kiya jaata" You don't love on conditions Milind had stated sadly before placing a heavy hand on her silken hair. "I promise Sapna koi pareshaani nahin honey duunga main tumhain bas merey yaar ko khush rakhna... uski khushi sey barh ker to kuch nahin merey liye" I promise Sapna I won't let any harm come to you just keep my friend happy. Nothing matters more to me than his happiness and Sapna had managed to shake her head in assent. Little had she known at that moment that the decision taken under pressure would turn out to be the most cherished one in her life. "Kiya main eik baar baat ker sakti huun unsey?" Can I talk to him once? she had inquired of him "Haan ker lena aata hii hoga thori der main" Sure he'll be coming in a while he had assented.

Prachi had awoken to find Premlata by her side she sat up swiftly "Maa Milind... Milind chaley jaayeingey mujhey chor key" Mom Milind... he will leave me she was panic stricken. Premlata found it hard to pacify her she had been extremely unhappy on Prachi's decision to deal with Shashank on her own but she was her mother first and foremost and could not bear to see her that way. "Beta kahin nahin gaya Milind, yahin abhi mila tha mujhey baahar" He's not gone anywhere I just met him outside she had taken her daughter's face in her palms and kissed her forehead but Prachi was hysterical now. "Maa mujhey jaana hai unkey paas.... abhi jaana hai" Mom I have to go to him... right now she cried bitterly embracing her mother who knew now was not the best time for a confrontation. Of what she had understood of Milind was that he had loved Prachi from the very core of his being and he had been terribly hurt by her silence. Moreover he considered himself responsible for Sapna's accident and Premlata had thought it fitting to let him lick his wounds in solitude. "Beta woh doctor key saath hai free hoga to aa jaayega" He's busy with the doctor he'll come as soon as he is free she had pacified her grieving daughter. "Maa Sapna kaisi hai?" How is Sapna? Prachi had questioned drawing out of her own throes she was reminded of the scene she had witnessed before her blackout. "Theek hai ab, Milind hai uskey paas" She's fine now Milind is with her it pierced Prachi's heart to think that Milind was at Sapna's side in this dark hour could he not once have visited her too. "Maa Milind aaye they kiya mujhey dekhney" Did Milind come to visit me? she had whispered fearing the answer to be in the negative. "Buhut baar aaya hai ussi ney mujhey bataya tumhain hosh aa gaya hai issi liye main milney chali aayi" Countless times he's the one who told me you were awake Premlata had smiled encouragingly and it was only the truth. The rest of the evening was a blur for Prachi the doctor had informed Premlata that they could take Prachi home as she was well enough though a steady supply of vitamins and prescribed medication was still necessary. Moreso Premlata had herself wanted her to return home soon since Preeti was missing out on both her parents and the little child could help Prachi recover speedily. Ali had reached th hospital to find Milind awaiting him Milind had not narrated his conversation with Sapna earlier to him he had figured it would be best for both to talk before he spilled the beans.

Sapna had looked up to find Ali stand near her visibly concerned for her "Tumhain kuch kehna tha" You needed to say something Ali had asked Milind had called him to inform that Sapna had wanted to have a word with him. "Aap mujhsey shaadi kerna chahtey hain?" You wish to marry me? Sapna had questioned without beating about the bush. "Haan" Yes Ali had assented "Kyun?" Why? Sapna had wanted to know his motives behind his actions. "Pyaar kerta huun tumsey" I love you pat had come the reply. "Deney key liye merey paas kuch nahin" I don't have anything to give she had clarified "Mujhey kuch nahin chahiye tumsey sivaaiye tumharey saath key" I don't need anything besides you'r companionship he had assured her. "Itney sapney kyun saja liye merey saath key sapney tuut jaaya kertey hain" Why did you dream so many dreams regarding our companionship, dreams shatter in the end she had murmured sadly "Tum meri haqeeqat ho sapna nahin waisey bhi sapnon ko sach kerna mujhey aata hai" You'r not my dream you'r my reality besides I know how to convert dreams to reality he had answered in an iron resolve. "Aap kabhi pita nahin ban sakeingey..." You'll never become a father she had reminded him "Khuda per bharosa hai mujhey qismat ka likha sirf mera maalik badal sakta hai insaan nahin... aulad hogi to tumhi sey warna nahin" I have complete faith in God he's the one who pens destiny not humans, if I am to have children they will be from you or then I won't have them he had told her in a clear decisive tone. "Aur kuch puchna hai?" Anything else? he had inquired "Mujhey sochney key liye waqt chahiye" I need time to think she had said dejectedly there was no way he was going to back from his decision now. "Saari umer bhi maang lo to duunga faisla tumhara hii hoga main un logon main sey nahin jo zabardasti kisi ko apna ker khushi mehsuus kertey hain. Tumhari khushi sey barh ker merey liye kuch nahin" Even if you require a lifetime I'll grant it but the decision will be your's. Nothing matters more to me than you'r happiness he had granted her a lifetime to think over her decision. "Itna yaqeen hai" So much faith Sapna had remarked "Itna pyaar hai" So much love he had corrected her "Tum aaram kero main chalta huun" Try resting I'll leave now he had turned towards the door though before exiting he had looked back as if struck with a thought. "Tumhaarey liye shayad zindagi key maainey nahin per merey liye tum buhut ehem ho is liye please kuch aisa mat kerna jis sey mujhey pachtana parey" You may not treasure you'r life but you'r precious to me so don't do anything that may cause me to repent Sapna understood he was requesting her not to divulge in any suicidal attempt after he left and she had nodded her head in assent. Ali had left then leaving Sapna to contemplate on her life ahead, she had promised her mother she would make her meet Shashank but it seemed Shashank was never meant to become her son in law.

"Kiya kaha ussney?" What did she say? Milind had inquired "Time maanga hai sochney key liye" She's asked for time to think Ali had informed him as both of them walked towards Prachi's room. "Ab?" Now? Milind had asked... "Intezaar" I wait Ali had smiled happy on the thought that atleast there was a faint hope on her consenting to the marriage. "Kitna waqt diya tuuney" How much time did you grant? Milind had wanted to know "Saari zindagi" A lifetime Ali had said and Milind had smiled "Phir to agley haftey teri baraat ley jaayeingey" Then we can have the wedding next week and Ali had grinned "Yeh bol na biryani khaani hai tujhey" I know you want to eat biryani and both had laughed aloud in unison. The twinkle in Ali's eyes confirmed Milind's belief that indeed Sapna would soon come around. Prachi had been discharged from the hospital that evening and was on her way home Milind drove the car in silence. Ever since their confrontation infront of Sapna's room they had not spoken to each other basically because Milind had avoided Prachi. He feared if he did indeed talk to her it would be his anger that would be unleashed and he had not wanted it that way. He realized they both needed space atleast he did to explain to himself that it was not worth persual he had never mattered to Prachi she may have helped him but then she had her reasons to. He intended to hand over the property papers to Premlata after he got over with Ali's wedding he could not stall that in any case. As Prachi had stepped in her room she had expected Milind to follow and then talk to her about the entire ordeal, he had always been the one to express his anger freely on her but this time it had been different. He had not held her responsible for anything just stated the facts and that Prachi feared was not a good omen she was accustomed to his bouts of fury and somewhere deep down in her heart she had sensed a solid fear take shape... fear of losing him altogether. Her bedroom was the same yet there was this emptiness that creeped inside her the moment she entered it. After waiting for him for around twenty minutes she thought it best to shower and change opening the cupboard she was astonished to see it stripped of his belongings. All his clothes had disappeared taking a closer look at the room she was further apalled to find his files and laptop missing. She sat down on the bed heavily she knew she had wronged but to be punished so cruelly for it was catastrophic in her opinion she did not deserve this atleast not after vesting an entire year in her relationship with him. She had stood up determinedly she needed to sort this out before it got worse but before she could leave he had entered the room. "Milind mujhey aapsey kuch kehna hai" Milind I need to talk to you she had addressed him only to receive a silent look from him. "Aap mujh sey khafa hain andaaza hai mujhey per aap samajh kyun nahin rahey, yeh sab mainey iss liye kiya kyunki main aapko takleef main nahin dekh sakti thii." I know you'r mad at me but I did all this because I didn't want to see you hurt He still hadn't uttered a single word yet stood watching her hands folded on his chest every pore in his body attentive yet mute. "Agar main aapko Shashank key baarey main pehley bata deti to aap kuch aisa ker detey jis sey aapko nuqsaan puhunchta... Milind aap sun rahey hain na" If I would've informed you earlier you could've hurt yourself are you listening to me she had gently touched his hand. "Or kuch kehna hai ya bas yehi" Anything else or this is it? he had inquired impassively and as she stared at him through teary eyes, did her acknowledgement of her mistakes not mean anything to him. He had then proceeded to hand her the cd she had forgotten at the hospital. "Kamaal hai na Prachi jis cd key liye tuu apni jaan tak deney ko tayyar thi wahin hospital main bhuul aayi" Interesting isn't it the cd you were hell bent on laying down your life for was left at the hospital by you he had remarked in a cold tone. Prachi had gasped in disbelief she had completely forgotten about the cd in her haste to get home how he came to possess it was still a mystery to her. "Bill deney gaya tha main Dr Deepa ney dii thi " I'd gone to pay the bill and Doctor Deepa gave it he had clarified "anyways ab mil gayi hai to aaj qissa hii khatam ker detey hain iska" anyways now that it's here we might as well finish off with it taking his lighter out from the desk drawer he had proceeded to light the cd up still holding it in his hands.

In moments the plastic was crumpled to a black char but before Milind could release it, the molten plastic had seared his palm. He winced as it burnt his flesh "Milind aapka haath" Milind you'r hand Prachi had tried to assess the wound when Milind had withdrawn his hand quickly closing his fist. " Rehney dey Prachi waisey bhi ab itney zakham hain keh ginti mushkil ho gayi hai" Let it be Prachi besides I've lost count on the wounds now he had proceeded to open the cupboard and pull out an important file he had forgotten there the sole reason for his return. "Milind aap kyun mujhey nahin samajhtey?" Why don't you understand me? she had cried in exasperation "Afsos Prachi main waqaii tujhey nahin samajh paaya per qasur tera nahin mera hai. Main hii ghalat tha aaj tak humaarey rishtey ko ghalat samajhta raha" It's a shame Prachi I never really did understand you I understand it's all my fault. I wrongly assumed our relationship to be what it never was even though his words were spoken staidly Prachi could feel the pain he was undergoing that moment. It was evident in the manner his eyes burnt in her everytime they settled on her "Aap mujhey sazaa dey rahey hain?" Are you punishing me? Prachi had inquired in despair. "Sazaa to mujhey mil rahi hai, or ab Prachi tujhey meri wajah sey yeh naatak kerney kii zarurat nahin. Main Baba ko sach bata chuka huun you'r free to leave, dhokha deney or khaaney kii himmat nahin rahi mujh main" I'm the one being punished for my sins you don't have to carry on with this act anymore I've told Baba the truth you'r free to leave, besides I'm fed up of cheating and being cheated on saying so he had left as suddenly as he had appeared. The week had passed in the blink of an eye since Milind had considered her his responsibility he had decided to get Sapna married from his house. Ali had protested against having a grand affair but Milind had not relented no matter what the past was the future looked bright and promising. Sapna had wanted to inform her mother but Milind had explained that she had been informed of her accident and had gone to Haridwar to pray for her. He told her too that he had indeed informed her about her daughters wedding and she had sent her blessings promising to try her best to make it in time for the wedding, hollow consolations but that was all Milind could offer for the moment. Having told Ali the details about her mother's sad demise Milind had considered it best to let her abstain from having yet another fatal blow being dealt to her. Incidently Aalia begum had come along to set the date for Saadia's wedding and Milind had found it fitting to get both brother and sister married on the same day. Ali was dead against it considering it his responsibility to get Saadia wedded off but Milind had quietened him telling him that Saadia was as much his sister as Ali's. The entire preparation was done in a matter of days Mishra house was all set for two weddings to go through and by the end of it Milind hoped he could relocate the Shah family to their rightful place.... Shah mansion.

Part 64

Milind had shifted to his beach view apartment he had found it best to distance himself from Prachi. Even though he knew he loved her like mad and she loved him unconditionally there was this distinct fear that had gripped his heart that night when she had attempted to suicide. It was clear love was a curse for him Kaajal had suicided because she loved him and Prachi had followed her foot steps. He had lost Kaajal but simply could not afford to forfeit Prachi. If he was damned and destined to live a life devoid of companionship he would bear it but he couldn't stand and watch the most important woman in his life consider it apt to risk herself for his well being. He had not spoken to Prachi neither had he let her clear her stand he knew what she had to say, he understood she had done it all for him but then what if someone else came along and threatened to hurt him would she do the same? Crucify herself at love's altar, die because he had a fate similar to a punch bag, how could he... how could he be selfish to desire her love yet deprive her of the right to live. His absence in the house had been noted by all but they had deemed it best not to interfere in the husband and wife's personal matter. Only three days were left to go to the big day Milind had finalized everything right down to the last detail. Sapna had currently occupied a guest room next to Daadi's. The nurse appointed for Daadi's care was instructed to look after her too and since she had been on complete bed rest the wounds had healed considerably. Ali had visited Sapna every single day since she had switched abodes though his visits had been short yet they had helped Sapna accept his presence in her life if not of a companion then of an acquaintance. He would bring her tulips since she loved them the first time he had brought fresh flowers for her she had been surprised. "Aapko kaise pata mujhey yeh pasand hain?" How did you know I liked them? she had inquired and Ali had simply smiled "Jo pasand aa jaaye uski pasand zindagi ban jaaya kerti hai." You start remembering things about the people you love. He had placed them in the china vase near her bed watching her lovingly and she had touched their petals tenderly. "Tabiyat kaisi hai ab?" How do you feel now? he had asked "Jii behter hai" Better Sapna had avoided his gaze the raw passion she saw in his eyes for her made her wallow in guilt she simply did not deserve it all. Placing his hand on her cheek he had lifted her face to his own their eyes had met then " Nazrein mujrim jhukaya kertey or tum meri nazar main khatawaar nahin, pyaar to sab hii kertey hain tum ney bhi kiya or ussey paaney kii chahat bhi rakhi.Yeh gunah to nahin mujh sey nazrein mat churana Sapna in main duub jaaney kii buhut aarzoo hai meri" Don't avert your eyes you'r not a criminal neither have you wronged in my view. You loved and desired to attain it all humans do that. I long to drown in the depths of your eyes and her eyes had clouded while Ali had left considering it best to let her come to terms with the situation in solitude.

There was an awkward uneasiness that Sapna felt when Ali was around she felt indebted to him and that had hurt Ali. Milind had guaged his trepidation as he stood in his room watching the birds chirp in happiness while his heart bled mutely. "Kiya hua Ali... pareshaan kyun hai?" What happened ali why are you perplexed? Milind had inquired he had noticed Ali had been listless ever since he had met Sapna that evening. " Yaar Milind hum theek ker rahey haina? Mera matlab hai woh sirf teri wajah sey ker rahi hai yeh shaadi.... kia woh kabhi mujhey accept ker paayegi." Milind do you what we're doing is right? She's marrying you for me will she ever be able to accept me? Doubts shone like burning candles in his eyes and Milind had sighed. " Tuu or main dono jaantey hain ussey terey ilawa koi nahin sanbhal sakta ab to privaar bhi nahin raha uska reh gaya pyaar to kiya tujhey apney pyaar per bharosa nahin?" You and I both know you'r the only one who can help her get through this. As for love don't you believe in your's? Milind had asked in a slow gentle voice. "Yaqeen hai tabhi to itna intizaar kiya ussey khush dekhney key liye per kiya main ussey khush rakh sakunga?" I have faith in my love the reason I waited so long to see her happy. Do you think i will keep her happy? and the question had triggered Milind who had chuckled. "Mujh sey puuch raha hai... jaisey mainey PHD kii hai iss main..." You'r asking me as if I've acquired a degree in it he had smiled clapping Ali on his broad shoulders "Sab theek ho jaayega Ali thora waqt dey ussey mujhey yaqeen hai terey pyaar key aagey uska dil pighal jaayega" Everything's gonna be ok Milind just give her time she'll surrender to your love soon he had assured him returning back to the guest list he was finalizing. "Tuu Prachi sey kyun duur jaa raha hai Milind?" Why are you distancing yourself from Prachi? Ali had asked taking a seat on Milind's bed and Milind's fingers had stopped calculating momentarily. "Tujh sey kis ney kaha yeh?" Who told you that? Milind had inquired eyes still focused on the numbers the calculation a total mess now. " Mujhey puchney kii zarurat nahin dikh raha hai, kyun ker raha hai aisa tuu jaanta hai tujh sey pyaar kerti hai woh. Yeh kaisi zid hai teri keh woh kaheygi to maaneyga" I can see myself, why are you doing this? What stubbornness is this? Ali had questioned irritated with Milind's behaviour with Prachi since the last few days.

"Zid..." Stubbornness Milind had repeated as if hearing the word for the first time "Kab kii hai mainey zid Ali... yaad nahin. Yeh zid nahin zarurat hai... woh chahti hai mujhey maanta huun main chahta huun ussey yeh bhi jaanta huun. Per kiya chahat zindagi sey barh ker hoti hai?" When have I ever acted stubborn I don't remember... we love each other I know that. But is love larger than life? he had asked Ali. Even though his head was bent low Ali could make out the anguish that was writ large on his face. "Kiya matlab hai tera?" What do you mean? Ali had inquired skeptical on Milind's new idea of distancing himself from Prachi. "Uss ney Shashank kii baat maani merey liye kal ko koi aur boleyga keh mujhey nuqsaan puhunchaiyega to kiya woh phir sey marney puhunch jaayegi... kiya faida aisey pyaar ka jis main dukh key sivaiye kuch nahin... kiya diya mainey aaj tak ussey koi khushi na koi vaada bas eik umeed woh bhi shayad uskey laiq nahin thi. Woh merey bina khush raheygi Ali.. ussey jaana hoga mujhsey buhut duur." She acceded to Shashank's threats because she thought my prestige was endangered so what any Tom dick or Harry comes along and threatens to hurt me she'll suicide again.... As for love what has my love given her.. no happiness, no promises a faint hope that wasn't even apt for her. She's better off without me... she must staw far away from me. Milind's voice retained finality and Ali had stared at him in disbelief. "Tuu paagal ho gaya hai Milind woh mar jayegi terey baghair" Are you mad she'll die without you he had crried in fury. This was ridiculous Milind was pushing her away because he thought his love made her vulnerable an easy target, it was lunacy. "Merey baghair ka to pata nahin... merey saath zarur mar jaayegi" Dunno about without me but with me yes she certainly will die Milind had remarked shutting his lap top close. He realized if he stayed there any longer Ali might just black mail him into doing something he did not wish to adhere to since he knew his first idea to get him patch up with Prachi was to refuse getting married himself. As he turned to the door he stood frozen there balancing a tea tray in her hands stood Prachi her face though did not betray any emotion and Milind wondered how much of the conversation had she heard. Prachi had been asked by Premlata to serve Milind and Ali the evening tea in her bedroom as they did some last minute budgeting for the weddings."Chai" Tea she had stated "Mujhey nahin peeni" I don't want to drink it Milind had replied before exiting the room. The more he tried to stay aloof the more they crossed paths he wondered how much more suffering had to be borne by him and the people he loved before his life ended for good.

He had passed Sapna's room to see her deep in conversation with Premlata " Aunty aap ko jo theek lagta hai kijiye" Aunty you can do whatever you wish he had heard Sapna say as Premlata sat overlooking a display of sarees for her dowry. "Beta pehenna to tumko haina... waisey bhi Milind ney kaha tha jo bhi tumko pasand aa jaaye tumhain dila duun. Ab tum shopping chal nahin sakti to mainey yeh designs ghar per mangwa liye choose ker lo jo tumko pasand hain main phir unhain pack kerwa duungi" Child Milind has asked me to get you these sarees since you can't go shopping I had them brought here choose the ones you like and Sapna nodded her head in assent. Premlata had placed a loving hand on her head and had tried to pacify her. "Dekho beta shaadi do din ka nahin zindagi bhar ka faisla hai. Tumhaarey baarey main zyaada to nahin jaanti per itna zarur jaanti huun tum Prachi kii hum umer ho or merey liye beti jaisi. Ali buhut acha larka hai ussey thora waqt dena mujhey yaqeen hai tumhain iss shaadi sey sirf khushian mileingi" See child marriage is a life long commitment I dunno much about you but you are similar to Prachi a daughter to me. Give Ali time I'm sure he'll prove to be a source of everlasting happiness for you Premlata had then exited the room only to find Milind stationed outside it "Thanks maa" he had remarked with gratitude and Premlata had patted his cheek smiling at him. "Ab to bhabhi ho gii yeh tumhaari or Ali to tumhaari jaan hai phir itna to kerna hii tha mujhey apney betey key liye" She's your best friend's wife to be how could I not do this for my son Milind had smiled in return joining her for tea in the hall downstairs. Daadi had recovered largely and was often seen mingling with the other family members now too she sat sipping tea with Bua, Naintara and Baba as Milind took his seat Ramu kaka poured him a cup of tea. "Milind ab to Preeti do saal kii ho jaayegi... or shaadi ko bhi waqt guzar gaya.. khushkhabri kab suna raha hai tuu" Milind Preeti is two years old now your marriage too has been quite a while ago so when are you giving the good news? Bua had questioned him biting in a biscuit. Milind's eyebrows had raised in question "Kaisi khushkhabri?" What news? he simply had no clue on what Bua was hinting. "Ab eik pota hona chahiye na merey bhai key ghar bhi" My brother should have a grand son now Milind who had just taken a sip of his tea spat it out that instant. "Kiya hua chai garam hai?" Is the tea hot? Prachi had asked her face blank. As Milind watched her with silent eyes she took the cup from him and stirred the tea with a spoon staring at him with hurt eyes all the while. "Phir beta kiya socha tuu ney ?" So what have you thought? Bua had questioned Milind again "Bua abhi Preeti buhut choti hai main nahin chahta uskey hissey key pyaar main koi kami aaye or filhaal merey liye meri beti hii kaafi hai" Preeti is too young right now I don't want anyone sharing her love she's sufficient for me he had replied in a calm and collected manner. Picking up his coat and laptop he had thought it best to leave before he was further interrogated on family planning.

"Suniye" Listen Prachi had called Milind before he crossed the last step he had turned around to watch her stand there with his cup of tea "Chai nahin peeni mujhey" I don't want tea he had tried to evade a conversation. "Woh Preeti ka janam din hai kal.... " It's Preeti's birthday tomorrow she had reminded him "Jaanta huun tayyari ker lii hai mainey shaam ko party kii" I know I've prepared for the party for her saying so he had left leaving a crest fallen Prachi behind. How could he forget his daughter's birthday he lived because she breathed her birth was the most memorable event in his life, worth celebrating too. Prachi had watched him leave in haste Milind had not known but Prachi had heard every word he had uttered to Ali earlier. So he thought she would give up her life for him, not a wrong assumtion since she had done exactly the same she realized what a fool she had been to not confide in Milind earlier. Her stupidity had caused him to back away from their relationship leaving a void Prachi could not bear any longer. His absence had killed her his passionate gazes and gentle touch haunted her she craved him, loved him, desired him and understood that the only way out of this mess was to make him see all that. She would've stood contemplating on the issue further had Ali not interrupted the traquility "ab bhi soch rahi ho Prachi?" You'r still thinking? he had inquired extremely irritated with her silence. "Kaho uss sey key pyaar kerti ho uss sey warna kho dogi ussey. Rok lo ussey Prachi iss sey pehley keh wat deewar ban jaaye" Tell him you love him. Stop him before it's too late it pained him to think that both the people he cared for the most were subjecting themselves to self torture all because of a minor misunderstanding.

The day was hectic Prachi had found it difficult to manage the planning on her own the whole house seemed alive all of a sudden on top of that Preeti had decided to act cranky chanting for a certain tricycle Ramu Kaka had stowed away somewhere. It was Preeti's second birthday and Milind had organized a grand party to celebrate the auspicious occassion that evening. Prachi stood flustered Milind had not shown up as she had expected and now she stood in the middle of the hall with the servants awaiting her orders. She had never organised a party on her own moreover she feared Milind's fury which was bound to unleash on her if the event did not go as planned by him. She was saved though as soon the event manager was at the door with his team they had been sent by Milind and Prachi had found herself being extricated from a burden. Swinging Preeti to her side she had carried her to the room "Mumma kykcle!!!" she screamed in agitation. "Preeti be a good girl na jaan. Doodh pii lo phir duungi cycle, dhund to lein mumma cycle" Drink your milk and let mumma find the cycle first then she'll give it she had soothed her putting the bottle to the lips settling her in her warm lap. Preeti had been awake since early morning and hadn't slept that afternoon the reason she was grumpy and upset. She had gently rocked Preeti patting her softly till the child had drifted to sleep placing her on the bed Prachi had sorted her accessories for the evening. Milind had already brought a satin white gown for his daughter complete with gauze wings and a wand she was to dress up like a fairy.... daddy's little princess. Prachi had smiled taking out the dress she found matching shoes and hair pins with it Milind never left anything incomplete.

The thought had made Prachi disheartened he cared for everyone except himself deeming himself responsible for others losses but She understood it was time she set the record straight. After pressing their clothes for the evening Prachi had made her way downstairs, Milind might have tried to run away from her but she very well knew this was her home and he her destiny everything related to him mattered and so did Preeti's big day. She ran a detailed look on the men at work only three hours to the party and things were going real slow. "Bhaiyya zara jaldi kijiye" Please do it fast Prachi had requested them seeking Kaka to inquire about the menu. She was though surprised to see Sapna Premlata and Naintara busy making samosas "Arey Sapna tum yahaan kaisey tumhain to aaram kerna chahiye na" Prachi had immediately reprimanded her. "Woh uper kamrey main bore ho gayi isi liye aunty mujhey neechey ley aaiyein theen" I got bored in my room so aunty brought me downstairs she had replied nervously. It was the first time since the accident that the two had conversed. "Prachi can I talk to you?" Sapna had requested and Prachi had led her to the lawn outside. "Jo kuch bhi hua uskey" Whatever happened ... "Tum zimmedaar nahin" You'r not responsible for it Prachi had cut in "Meri apni bhi buhut ghalatiaan hain jinka ilzaam main tumhain nahin leney dey sakti" I can't make you take the blame for my mistakes as well Prachi had sighed sadly "meri wajah aaj yeh sab ho gaya agar mainey Milind ko pehley bata diya hota to... to Sapna tumhari zindagi kharab nahin hoti." all this has happened because of me if I had informed Milind earlier ... you wouldn't have been this way Prachi was genuinely repentant and Sapna already knew she was not to blame. " Shashank ko tum or main dono bhugat chukey hain is liye apney aap ko ilzaam mat do, yeh to qismat main likha tha ho gaya" You and I both have known Shashank so don't blame yourself Sapna had squeezed Prachi's hand gently and Prachi had smiled through clouded eyes. "Tum naraaz to nahin mujhsey Prachi?" Are you angry with me Prachi? Sapna had asked hope flickering in her eyes and in answer Prachi had hugged her warmly "bilkul nahin" not at all she had whispered smiling. They had walked together discussing her wedding when Prachi sensed Sapna had worn out and guided her inside leaving her finish her fruit juice under Daadi's watchful eye who sat chatting to Bua on their attires for the evening. Prachi had remembered Preeti's quest for her tricycle and decided to locate it before she awoke and cried her eyes out again.

She had seen Barbie ride a bicycle on TV that morning and had been pretty unhappy to find her ride missing. Tracking down Ramu Kaka Prachi inquired about the cycle's location it appeared the old servant had locked it away in the store room since he kept tripping over it. Taking the keys from him she had proceeded towards the room happy that it was still in one piece. Once there she rummaged through musty books and used items to find it wedged between an old cupboard and a trunk. Waddling through the mess she reached it and pulled at it in the process she lost her balance and fell hard against the cupboard. Pulling herself together she managed to stand up her ankle hurting badly wondering why in the world did Kaaka take such great pains to conceal it so far away. The tug and pull would've continued had she not spied a photograph that had made it's way out of the cupboard probably set loose when she landed againt it causing one of it's doors to open slightly. She bent down to retrieve it and was surprised to see Milind smiling with an enchanting girl in the picture. Something about the woman appeared familiar Prachi mused on it silently her eyes fixed on the dimple in her cheek, didn't Preeti have an exact same one on the same cheek. Could it be Prachi had pondered could she be Kaajal.... the sole reason for Milind's melancholy and misery. She was the one woman who had changed Milind completely intrigued Prachi had opened the cupboard to find a black file, it was the same one Milind had taken away from her while she cleaned their bedroom wardrobe a month earlier. Opening it curiously Prachi had started reading the more she read the more she wished she had known about it all earlier. There was a diary too and Prachi had scoured through at the end of it she had crumpled to the floor sobbing why had Milind never told her. Why did he have to suffer in solitude she needed answers and Milind was the only one who could provide them.

Part 65

"Bhaiyya yeh dekhiye aapki sherwani kitni achi lageygi jab aap shaadi main pehnaingey" Bhaiyya look at your sherwani it will look wonderful on you when you'll wear it for you'r wedding Sukriti had held up the white sherwani with deep brown embroidery for him to look at while he sat poring over files there still was a lot to do for his hotel refurbishment. He Milind Mishra was starting his new journey that year both as a hotelier and as a husband, "Kiya bhaiyya lagta hai aapko khushi nahin apni shaadi kii main kab sey boley jaa rahi huun aap sun hii nahin rahey" Bhaiyya I don't think you'r happy with the wedding I've been talking to walls I believe since you are not listening at all Sukriti had complained to him while he made notes on the details of the budget. "Sukriti tuu jaanti hai merey paas time bilkul nahin... tuu dekh ley please or agar phir bhi kuch samajh nahin aaye to Kaajal sey puuch ley" Sukriti I don't have time for this ask Kaajal if you need any help he had tried to brush his sister off his back. "Aap khana nahin khayeingey Milind?" Won't you have dinner Milind? Kaajal had entered the room then "Nahin Kaajal bhook nahin" No Kaajal I'm not hungry he had carelessly waved her off while she stared at him unhappily. It was a known fact that Kaajal didn't eat till Milind had his food "Jii" Ok she had replied crestfallen returning to the kitchen. "Kiya bhaiyya pata haina aapko usney nahin khaya aapkey intizaar main" Don't you know bhaiyya she hasn't eaten too has been waiting for you Sukriti had reminded him in low tones. "Kiya bakwaas hai yeh" What rubbish is this Milind had snapped irritatedly. "Banda sukoon sey kaam nahin ker sakta yahaan mainey kaha hai bhuki rahey kis ney kaha hai issey merey bina khana nahin khaaye" A person can't work in peace here who asked her to remain hungry standing outside Kaajal had heard him yell she had been about to go inside to ask him if he would have tea instead of dinner. Kaajal had been upset and had retired to bed early that night she understood he was under extreme pressure the hotel meant a lot to him so much so that he vested 20 out of 24 hours working. No matter what Milind said or did Kaajal would always know what he thought or felt sometimes he wondered whether she had studied telepathy. They didn't need words to communicate it was understood such was their relationship, that night Milind had woken her up and had led her to the kitchen. "Mujhey bhook lagi gai" I'm hungry he had informed her gesturing her to sit with him on the mat and she had smiled he had laid the plates for two. "Milind itna stress kyun letey hain theek ho jaayega sab" Why do you take so much stress everything will be alright she had squeezed his hand gently and he had fed her "Sorry saara ghussa tujh per nikaalta huun" Sorry I vent my anger on you he had apologized. "Pyaar bhi to mujh sey kertey hain na to phir dher saarey pyaar key aagey thora ghussa koi maainey nahin rakhta" You love me too so a bit of anger compared to ocean's of love doesn't stand any ground she had replied feeding him his share.

Their wedding had been scheduled next week Milind stood watching the moon from his chawl balcony trying to make sense of his feelings and thoughts . He felt frustrated there was this suppressed anguish he wished he could unleash let go of but he couldn't. His marriage was one of convenience Baba had asked him to marry Kaajal and he had consented solely because he had never denied his father anything he had required of him. Kaajal was beautiful sweet tempered and loving everything a man would want in his life partner. He realized he wasn't in for a loss but how could he tame his wild heart that longed to love and Kaajal he loved not. Three months earlier when Baba had asked him his will on the issue he had requested for time to think over it he had hoped to make himself love Kaajal till the big day but he had failed miserably. His heart did not miss a beat when she smiled at him, his breathing did not go erratic thinking of her he did not feel moved when she touched him in short he felt nothing. He had always considered her his best friend someone he liked and shared his feelings with, someone who was there to listen to him bear his wrath yet give him courage that helped him pass his darkest hour in peace someone he respected but simply could not make himself fall in love with. Part of his frustration stemmed from guilt he knew he was betraying her by assenting to the marriage in the first place, she deserved better a man who could love her make her happy cherish her which he couldn't and as he feared wouldn't ever. "Aap soye nahin Milind?" Aren't you going to sleep? she had whispered close to him and he had turned to face her. The moon's silver rays accentuated her angelic features those plush pink lips and flawless milky skin she stared at him through deep black eyes. "Kaajal tuu khush hai iss shaadi sey?" Kaajal are you happy with this marriage? he had asked "Jissey duniya kii saari khushi milney jaa rahi ho kiya woh khush nahin hoga?" Wouldn't anyone getting all the happiness in the world be happy? she had counterquestioned smiling at him. "Itna pyaar kaisey ker liya mujh sey Kaajal?" How can you love me so much? he had questioned amazed and she laughed softly "Pata nahin Milind aapkey ilawa kisi ko socha hii nahin...waisey bhi soch samajh ker to kiya nahin jaata pyaar" I don't know I guess I never thought of anyone besides you and well you don't plan love it happens and he had managed a smile if she trusted him to such an extent he would try his best to love her.

A week later they were married and Milind had made Kaajal the happiest woman on the planet. As he had touched Kaajal for the first time on their wedding night he had promised himself to be faithful to her try to love her and never let her regret loving him he had given her everything he could manage. Life was pleasant if Milind had not loved her he hadn't shunned her either they had a comfortable relationship where Milind had accepted her as his responsibility and better half. Kaajal had proved to be a dream come true for him he had known she had loved him since childhood but had been exposed to her sea of love for him after their marriage. Life in short was wonderful for the Mishra family Milind had been able to make a mark for himself in the business world after countless struggles he had secured a loan and purchased his first hotel in Turkey. He thanked God for making him capable enough to keep his family happy and content, soon his business had flourished and he had shifted Baba and Kaajal to Mishra house one of his innumerous dreams to own a mansion had been fulfilled too. Sukriti had acquired admission in a prestigious university in the States and had left for higher education now that her brother could fund her without any qualms.

Life takes sudden twists out of the blue just when you think you've seen it all there comes a time when all you have received is cruelly snatched away from you. Milind had never even dreamed his life was all set for a giant roller coaster ride. Three months after they had shifted to Mishra mansion trouble had started one morning as Kaajal walked in with the tea tray she had lost her balance and fallen on the polished marble. She had been burnt badly as the scalding liquid had spilled on her too Milind had called the doctor immediately who had bandaged her and advised her complete rest. It wasn't any thing extraordinary for Kaajal since childhood she had been in the habit of tripping over things resulting in falls and bruises but the queer thing about that day's fall was that she hadn't tripped over anything, it was as if her left leg had turned to stone. Milind had been worried to death "Dheyaan kahaan hota hai Kaajal dekh kitna jal gaya" What were you thinking Kaajal see now it's burnt so badly he had chided her tenderly embracing her kissing her bandaged wounds. She had brushed her lips with his "Aap jo itna dheyaan rakhtey hain mera to dheyaan saara aap main hii hota hai" You take care of me so much all my thoughts are on you she had whispered causing Milind to capture her lips with his own and deepen the kiss. He had taken the day off the doctor had jotted down a few tests which he considered were important he too had been at a loss when Kaajal had complained of feeling a numbness in her leg. Milind had driven her to the hospital the next day for a complete check up assuring her all the while that whatever it was must be temporary. Little had he known all those assurances were a mere hoax the results were in Kaajal had been suffering from Friedrich's Ataxia an inherited disease that causes progressive damage to the nervous system resulting in symptoms ranging from gait disturbance and speech problems to heart disease.

The symptoms had always been there though none of the Mishra family members had been able to identify them simply because they themselves were unaware of them. Since her early days Kaajal had a vision problem it was less at first but grew with age though she wore contacts and that wasn't a very noticeable flaw. Her trips and falls were termed as carelessness and she herself admitted that she was rather a clumsy person but the reason for that had been different though quite unknown by herself even. As a child she never participated in sports or any such outdoor activities afraid that she might lose her balance while performing them people had considered this her shyness and never bothered to involve her in such activities. Kaajal often experienced pain in her legs but she considered it as normal and since it never lasted long enough she never sought medication for it. Unfortunately for her the disease had reached maturity at a later stage in her life in her twenties, after her marriage the numbing sensation had started prolonging and that fateful morning it had been all over. She could not move her leg at her will and felt miserable as Milind had to carry her almost everywhere and she did not like being a burden on him. "Mr Mishra you'r wife is suffering from Friedrich's Ataxia I'm sorry to say an incurable disease" and Milind had stared at the doctor shell shocked he certainly had lost his nuts in Milind's opinion. "What do you mean doctor she is fine, she was fine till yesterday this is not incurable damn it she can't be like this.. find a cure doctor... find a cure" he was close to tears. What was he going to tell Kaajal who awaited the reports back home convinced that it was a temporary muscular dysfunction, he couldn't see her leading the life of a cripple. "I'm sorry Mr Mishra but had the disease been identified earlier the nerve degeneration caused by a trinucleotide repeat expansion mutation could've been slowed down through medication. The best I can do is give you the address of the Canadian Institute housing and treating such patients. She might have to undergo spinal surgery if the situation worsens" the doctor had tried to explain the facts to him but his mind simply would not register what the doctor said. It was a dream yes it had to be one a very bad one too and he hoped it would end soon. "Doctor I'm sure you've got the wrong reports she's not suffering from any disease she's perfectly fine... my wife's ALRIGHT!!!" he was still in denial.

"Mr Mishra your attitude is only going to aggravate her suffering in the coming days she'll need maximum strength and assurance from you. Her spinal nerve cell degeneration is quite rapid it won't be long before her vision will be impaired moreso her speech might be affected as the loss of coordination between nerve and muscle cells increases. Tell me Mr Mishra is you'r wife diabetic?" and he had felt as if the world had come to a standstill Kaajal indeed had diabetes he had felt like howling in misery why... why Kaajal she had never wronged never harmed anyone why her. That evening he had returned home quiet and listless "Milind kiya kaha doctor ney kab tak theek ho jaayega mera paeir?" What did the doctor say when will my leg heal? she had inquired restlessly already she was feeling useless staying in bed all day. "Uss ney kaha tuu theek ho jayegi Kaajal bas humain Canada jaana pareyga wahaan key doctors achey hain waisey bhi hum honeymoon per nahin gaye they na isi bahaaney enjoy bhi ker leingey" He said you'll be fine soon but well you know doctors so I'm taking you to Canada we could get you checked there and have our honeymoon too he felt his voice falter yet he carried on with his speech. Kaajal's face had brightened up immediately "Sach Milind wahaan files to nahin ley jaayeingey na saath.... saara waqt mera hoga" Really Milind.. you'r not going to take any files with you all you'r time will be mine? she had inquired in happiness and he had hugged her warmly "Saara ka saara tera hoga" All of it will be your's alone he had promised her. No matter what happened he couldn't let her suffer he would get her treated even if it meant staying in Canada he would, nothing mattered more than her health and happiness.

As time passed Milind had accepted the fact that Kaajal could never be normal again she had lost mobility and used a wheelchair to move about though he had been assuring her of it becoming alright soon, he could see she wasn't buying it anymore. The trip to Claude St-Jean Foundation had proved a ripple in a pool the Idebenone treatment Kaajal had undergone had definitely slowed down the cell degeneration but not before she had been confined to the wheelchair for life. It was a relief though that her other senses were working normally. Kaajal had understood that she suffered from some serious illness the reason Milind had brought her to the facility. She had been astounded to know she'd be undergoing treatment yet still remain a cripple and had refused to carry on with it. Her heart wept at her condition she had wanted to live a happy healthy life with Milind not one that was dependent on others her physical inability had made her bitter and she despised Milind for hiding the truth from her. "Kyun nahin bataya mujhey" Why didn't you tell me? she had screamed enraged when she had found out about it.."Kyun nahin bataya keh main beemar huun... is wheelchair main ab zindagi guzaarungi .. kisi kaam ki nahin rahi ab... bojh huun main sab per... kyun laaye mujhey yahaan.... chor diya hota mujhey." Why didn't you tell me I was sick, I'll remain in this wheelchair forever, I'm useless I'm a burden. Why did you bring me here you should've left me. She had wept in misery and Milind had pulled her closer letting her vent her anger on him as she gouged her nails in his arms soothing her softly caressing her hair. "Kis ney kaha tuu bojh hai mujh per agar yeh merey saath hua hota tuu nahin kerti yeh sab merey liye? Mujhey theek kerney kii koshish nahin kerti?" Who said you are a burden if I had been sick instead of you would'nt you have done the same for me? Wouldn't you have tried to get me cured? he had tenderly kissed away her tears that fell fast from her eyes. But for Kaajal her life had finished in her opinion she was a burden on her husband and despite his constant efforts Milind could not rejuvenate the fire of life in her. She had stopped interaction with the outside world altogether restricting herself to the daily walks she had with Milind in the nearby park. Milind had rented a cottage close to the institute and had started working from home in an attempt to spend maximum time with Kaajal. Her long treatment sessions were tedious and took a toll on her mental health at times she would burst into sobs pining over her situation and it would take all of Milind's love and care for her to return to normality. They would spend hours together with him holding her close till she would sleep in his arms and he would tuck her up in bed.

Those were difficult days for Milind it was tough for him to juggle house work Kaajal's visits and sessions and her sporadic emotional outbursts. After a year long treatment at the Montreal facility they had returned home tired and spent both physically and mentally, a few months after their arrival Kaajal had been declared pregnant. The news was quite a blow to Kaajal who dreaded having a child carrying the same genetic build up as hers. She had not informed about the pregnancy to Milind rather had considered it best to abort the child afraid that if it were born it would have a fate similar to hers. Milind though had found about her plans in time he was shocked and furious at Kaajal firstly for not informing him about the news he had awaited since long and secondly for taking the decision of doing away with the baby altogether. "Himmat kaisey hui merey bachey ko jaan sey maarney kii" How dare you even think of aborting my child he had seethed "To kiya chahtey hain aap eik or bojh ko paida kerun eik ko sanbhal rahey hain kaafi nahin aapkey liye" What do you want that I give birth to another invalid a social burden isn't one enough for you she had lashed out at him. "Just stop it Kaajal zaruri nahin keh bacha bhi beemar ho" It's not necessary the baby has the disease he had tried to explain her "afterall tumharey parents main sey bhi to kisi ko nahin thi yeh beemari" Afterall you'r parents weren't ill with it "Per mujhey to hai" But I am she had replied coldly. "I'm not letting you kill my child" Milind had warned her and the next day he had called off her abortion appointment at the clinic. Kaajal had been hysterical and had threatened to kill herself if he did not adhere to her wishes. That had driven Milind stark raving mad it was the child's right to be born and the genetic mutation had an autosomal recessive pattern of inheritance there were slim chances of the child being a carrier. From that day onwards he had appointed two nurses for her who kept a close eye on her activities the nine months henceforth were pure torture for him as Kaajal had tried innumerable times to harm herself but had been caught in time. Preeti had to be born life awaited her and it had been assented by God himself Milind had taken Kaajal to the hospital when her water had broke. The doctors there knew of her condition and had performed a c-section immediately. An hour later Preeti had been handed to Milind pacing the corridor in anguish. Milind had hoped their daughter would help heal her mother's wounds and lure her to life on the contrary Kaajal had proved him wrong. In the initial days Milind had wanted to make Preeti bond with her mother but Kaajal denied any association with the child her fear of her daughter turning out to be an exact replica of her haunted her mind so much so that she had become manic depressive.

Once Milind had found her trying to smother Preeti with a pillow and the sight had frozen his blood he hadn't allowed Kaajal to be in contact with the baby anymore. He had asked the doctors to run a genetic test on Preeti and she had cleared the exam with a clean bill she did not suffer from the disease and was perfectly normal. Nonetheless that was something Kaajal was not willing to accept and after a while Milind had found it useless to make her see the truth. A month after Preeti had been born Milind had received the award for "Best Hotelier" of the year it was a landmark in his life and Milind had wanted to share it with all the people who had helped him reach that pedestal in the first place. A grand party had been organized at Mishra house the celebration had been in full swing when a nurse had come running to Milind it seemed Kaajal had gone missing. Absconding the party Milind had searched the whole house what greatly increased his alarm was that Preeti was missing from her crib. His pulse raced as vagrant thoughts flashed through his mind what if Kaajal had found Preeti, she would definitely kill their daughter. Tears clouded his vision as he screamed Kaajal's name repeatedly in a frantic attempt to trace her there had been a pool outside the house in the backyard it's depth a good 8 feet. Milind was an excellent swimmer and often did a few laps to refresh himself at times also it was good exercise since he hardly found time to practise any other sport.

Maybe just maybe Kaajal was there racing to the backyard Milind had witnessed his worst fears coming true there sitting by the edge of the pool was Kaajal kissing a screaming Preeti like mad. "Kaajal!" Milind had hollered and that had been his biggest mistake turning a pale white Kaajal had dropped Preeti in the clear blue water of the pool. It was split fraction of a second that took Milind to dive in after his month old daughter in the ice cold water he swam at bullet speed his eyes focused on Preeti's struggling form that slowly sank to the bottom of the tiled pool. "Swim Milind swim" his mind urged "she should not hit the floor" his legs propelled at maximum speed as he shot through the water at a pace that would've put any Olympian to shame. Minutes before Preeti's head was about to collide with the tiled bottom of the pool Milind had stretched out his arms and caught her in them hugging her close Milind had swum up gasping for air. Preeti had stopped breathing the water had filled her lungs and stomach she was blue all over her stomach bloated "Preeti!!!" Milind had screamed shaking her lightly yet she remained motionless.

Milind had felt his heart turn cold she was dead, his daughter was dead but he could not give up he placed her on the ground and proceeded to perform standard mouth to mouth. "One to three four... breathe.....one two three four.... breathe" he was drenched water dropped from his wet hair his expensive tuxedo a mess but did he care his daughter... she couldn't die. Preeti had coughed after the sixth time he had breathed in her mouth water rushed from her tiny nose and mouth and gurgled in her throat. Taking her up in his arms he had run to the house and barged inside the decorated hall "Ali... ALI!!!" he had shouted not wanting to waste time in locating him and his friend had been by his side in a flash. Kaajal too had joined the guests who now stood gaping at a dripping Milind standing in the middle of the room his face terror stricken. "Chal" Come Ali had said guiding him by his arm when Milind had watched Kaajal smile at him in triumph. He wished he could've hated her then but he couldn't since he knew she suffered from mental disorder one of the many symptoms to the changes the doctor had warned him she would be undergoing as time progressed. "Meri beti do" Give me my daughter she had stretched out her arms to him and he had stepped back "Khabardar jo isskey paas bhi aayi Kaajal nahin to jaan sey maar duunga tujhey" Don't even come near her else I'll kill you his eyes were blood rimmed his tone threatening. What Milind had not estimated then was five hundred guests witness to his statement he had left with Ali and had driven Preeti to a nearby hospital where she had received treatment. It was a close call for her if she would've remained submerged in the water any longer she would've been dead. The night had passed with Milind stationed outside the ICU unit in the hospital corridor Ali had left for home to see that Kaajal took her medicines and that Baba didn't fret over the incident too much.

Milind had thought the worst had been over little had he anticipated the worst yet awaited him. A week after the incident Milind had returned home to see the nurse appointed for Kaajal sprint around the lawns. Apparently she seemed to be looking for something or someone stepping out of the car he had walked upto her "Kiya hua tum yahaan kyun ho... Kaajal key paas kyun nahin?" What are you doing here? Why aren't you with Kaajal? he had questioned irked to see her there. "Sir unko hii to dhund rahey hain na jaaney kahaan chali gayi hain?" We're trying to find her Sir she's disappeared again the nurse had replied dreading his wrath. "Kis liye itney paisey deta huun tum logon ko uska khayaal rakhney key liye naa" What do I bloody pay you people for.. to take care of her right he had shouted in fury. Sprinting inside he had joined the servants in their search when the gardener had run in helter skelter "Saahab jaldi chaliye Kaajal bitiya ney apney aap ko outhouse main band ker diya hai." Sir come quick Kaajal madam has locked herself in the outhouse Milind had followed the gardener down the brick path that led to the outhouse the entire act was a set up. The nurses and servants had been paid by Sandiip Sikcand to frame Milind the trap had been laid and Milind had walked blindly in it only to find there was no way to retreat. The nurses had let Kaajal go free they had informed her that Milind was in love with another girl and that if she did not believe them she should go watch him herself as he had been romancing his sweetheart in the outhouse. Baba and Ramu Kaka had been administered sleeping pills with their morning tea and so had dozed off unaware that Milind's life was ready to be ripped to pieces that afternoon. Gripped with sorrow Kaajal had wheeled herself to the outhouse where the silhouettes of a man and a woman could be made out on the upper floor window. Maddened with grief Kaajal had entered the outhouse her sorrow was further heightened to see that she could not go up the stairs and confront Milind as she thought the man to be him. "Milind!!... Milind!!" she had screamed tears streaming down her face her malady had made her lose control over her senses. One of her deepest fears was of Milind leaving her for a better woman and those had been proven true today. She thrashed in her chair furious at her invalidness and had fallen down from it injuring herself blood oozed out of the cut on her head. Consequently she heard laughter emanate from the staircase and she writhed in pain her husband was having an affair while she died inwardly. What use was life then if she had to live this way a social reject looked down upon by her husband she was nothing but an affliction to him. She realized love did not require companionship and if she were to prove her love to him she should let him live a happy life one that did not include her and the problems she caused him. The thought was saddening since she loved Milind dearly and had hoped to live the rest of her life by his side but she had found it the most feasible method to do away with her ailment and his distress.

She had spotted a can of petrol placed there by the cunning gardener who had received a hefty amount for his evil deeds opening it she had drenched herself with the liquid. Picking up the match box close at hand she had kissed her mangalsutr before lighting the match and putting it to her saree. If anyone were to witness hell on earth it was there at that moment with Kaajal screaming as the fire licked her flesh splitting it scorching it searning it Milind had heard her and had increased his speed. "Let her be ok" he had prayed silently alas the moment was not one of recognition. Standing in the doorway Milind watched as she burnt alive "KAAJALL!!!!" he had shouted his eyes widening in shock taking off his coat he had rushed to her side throwing the petrol can away he smothered her flaming body with his coat receiving minor burns in the process himself. "Kaajal.. Kaajal.. Kaajal kuch bol Kaajal" Say something Kaajal he wept openly as her charred body writhed in his arms her torso was badly burnt her once beautiful face was unrecognizable an unbearable stench of burnt flesh emanated from her. "Kaajal kyun kiya aisa kyun...." Why did you do this Kaajal why Milind had wailed in misery picking her up he had tried to take her to the hospital when she had stopped him. "M..ii.. lind" she rasped clasping his hand in her bloodied one "Aa.. aa..p ko.. b..h..ut tang.. kkk..i..ya na main.. mainey" she heaved "Muuj.. mujjjhey....maa...aaaf ker... ker... dein....main...... b..hut... bu...hut p...yy...aaaa..r k..er..ti...hu..n..aa..p....sey. Ab...aa...aap..." I... ha...ve c..au..sed y.yyou.. much ..pai..in f..ff..for..give me. I.. l..love..yyyy..ou v..ver..yy much she moaned midway and he had once again wanted to lift her "aa..p me... rr.. iii .... wa.. jjj..a..h s..ee..yy P..aa rreeeshhan... na.hin" Y...ooo..uuu w..ww.on't h..have to s..uuf..er b..eecause of..me and she had collapsed then her breathing ragged. "Kaajal" Milind had shaken her burnt form tears dropping from his eyes on her scorched face sizzling as they contacted with her skin he had rushed to his car driving at break neck speed. He cursed the moment he had left home that morning if he had known he would've never stepped out of his house... if only. At the hospital she was rushed into ICU and treated but the burns had been third degree she never gained consciousness and had passed away that night. The next morning the police had arrested Milind for burning his invalid wife to death. There were five hundred witnesses to his statement threatening to kill her at his celebration party and the staff he had appointed for Kaajal's care had turned against him citing him as a cruel husband who was tired of his wife's illness and had decided to get rid off her.

They had been paid to lie in court by Sickand who had not wanted Milind alive because of him Inder Shah breathed ruining his business. The man and woman Kaajal had been forced to believe as Milind and his sweetheart were the gardener's son and daughter in law Kaajal died without knowing the truth. Since there had been no record of Kaajal's psychological disorder in Mumbaii the death was not ruled out as a suicide also Milind's finger prints on the petrol can sealed his fate. He had been branded as a cold ruthless murderer who had snatched his daughter away from an invalid mother and had to be hanged that was plain justice in the world's opinion. Milind had turned silent then he knew he was innocent but he also knew he was a failure he had not been able to save Kaajal keep her happy despite his herculean efforts she had suicided because she loved him because she hadn't wanted to be a burden on him. Later Inder had found out about Kaajal's diary which had been overlooked as primary evidence since it was not available to the defense lawyer earlier. Baba had suffered a massive stroke and neither Ramu Kaka nor Sukriti had ever known about her diary it was Ali who had volunteered to search Milind's office and house for evidence on Inder's request. Kaajal's diary was well hidden by her under the cupboard the police had never bothered to search for any evidence on Milind's behalf and so it stayed there till Ali had turned the house upside down. In her diary she had recorded most of her life's events including entries from her last days where she had given self affliction a serious thought had repeatedly expressed her wish to leave the world and expel all miseries for herself and her family. Inder had traced the sole witness a caterer who had been present at the time Kaajal had thrown Preeti in the pool that coupled with the best lawyer and a confirmed report on Kaajal's bi polar disorder from the St Jean Institue had let Milind off the hook. Sandiip had tried his level best to get Milind swing the noose but Inder had fought back tooth and nail to save Milind from a wrongly imposed death sentence. After his release from jail Milind had tracked down the servants involved in the scam and had sued Sandiip Sickand the lawsuit was attended by many and since Sickand had quite a few enemies who had axes to grind with him the case had been solved quickly. He had been sentenced to serve jail time where one of his rivals had gotten rid of him in prison where he was found hanging on the noose himself. His end fit the proverb You only reap what you sow he had wanted Milind dead and had ended up hanging from a beam himself. What Prachi had found in the file had been Kaajal's reports on her illness the symptoms, causes, treatment, expenses incurred and duration. It also contained the legal papers including the FIR accusing Milind of murdering Kaajal the case proceeding and the final verdict by the judge based on the facts highlighted by the lawyer appointed By Inder. The diary was Kaajal's and the last few entries had made Prachi understand why Milind had lost it when she had committed the same crime as his former wife. When she exited the store room Prachi had wiped her tears clutching the papers close to her she had pulled Preeti's tricycle along it was time Milind Mishra knew the difference between Prachi and Kaajal Mishra.

Part 66 (A)

The mansion glittered with party lights that shone brightly and were visible from the road passing near the house itself. The hall was a spectacle specially for Preeti who ran around kicking up confetti, decorated with colourful banners spanning across the whole length of the hall spelling "Happy Second Birthday Preeti". Tweaked streamers in silver and pink adorned the balustrades and railings intertwined elaborately joining at the center over the massive glass chandelier. Helium heart shaped balloons were clustered on the ceiling the floor was peppered with confetti a large oak table filled with presents, blowers and party hats for the children stood in the middle of the hall. The theme had been Disney World and so most of the children were dressed up according to the famous movie characters. Two Cinderellas fought over whose gown was better while a Prince Eric sucked his lolly pop in sheer wonder though Preeti outshone all. She flitted around as pretty as a picture in her satin snow gown the gauze wings spread daintily the rhinestones adorning them dazzling the eyes. Prachi had dressed her with care afterall it was her special day placing a tiara on her head securing it in place with pins. Milind had entered to find the party already in swing a live band played on a dais created at the end of the hallway his family awaited him reaching them with quick strides he picked up his china doll in his arms. "Papa" Preeti had cried in triumph as if asking him his thoughts on her splendid attire and he had kissed her on the cheek rubbing his stubble against it while she giggled loving the tickling sensation. "Papa Peeti kissi" she had inquired with an impish grin and he had allowed her to kiss his rugged cheek encircling his neck with her bare arms. "Happy Birthday Preeti" he had whispered and her eyes had twinkled in merriment she proudly showed him her wand which she clutched tightly afraid of losing it amongst the crowd. The hall was filling up gradually Milind's business associates had started pouring in all accompanied by their families soon the place was bursting with children who seemed to have promised themselves to create as much havoc as possible. Most had located the party hats and blowers and were cheerily hellbent on outdoing each other creating a most deafening din so much so that the melodious voice of the singer seemed to have been buried beneath their horrendous trumpeting. Premlata had found it nerve wrecking and with Sapna's help had escorted the children to the flood lit lawns where the servants awaited them.

The children were then allowed to scamper and frolic to their hearts contents while the adults remained inside munching on appetizers. The birthday cake was on it's way from the shop and the wait was proving to be fruitful specially for Milind who had to catch up on a lot on the business front being involved in his personal problems for the past few days. He smiled clinking glasses with Mr Singh though his eyes searched Prachi every few minutes they would scan the hall in a vain attempt to locate her. He looked ravishing in a jet black Manzoni an Italian silhouette with superb construction and excellent drape. He had taken care to trim his beard his full lips kissing the champagne glass sipping the vintage wine yet his deep black eyes sought her. Running a careless hand through his crop of curls he berated himself for his actions and tried to focus on Mr Singh's vivid description of his recent trip to Italy yet again. "I tell you Milind you have to go there it's beautiful" the elder man had clapped his back warmly "Take your family for a vacation and see the beauty first hand" he had advised Milind who had preferred to keep his silence. "Bhabhi jee mubarak ho aapko Preeti ka janamdin" Bhabhijii congratulations for your daughter's second birthday Mr Singh had spotted Prachi weave her way though the thronging mass towards the exit. She was forced to stop midway and nod politely to Mr Singh "Thank you" she had softly breathed. Her kohl laced eyes fixated on Mr Sigh not once did she lift them towards Milind who stood so close Prachi could feel heat radiate off him her cheeks flaming under his intense gaze. She fought the urge to drink in his presence fearing if she made eye contact she would lose self control and give in to her deepest desires to hold him and soothe his tired heart. Ever since the truth ragarding Kaajal had been exposed to her she had wished every moment to bare her heart to Milind tell him that she loved him dearly and would not desert him for the world. Alas those were distant dreams never was there a time when she could gather courage to broach the sensitive issue. Milind had studied her in detail she seemed to have grown more breath taking in his absence or were his eyes playing tricks on him again. She was dressed elegantly in a black georgette saree with sequins, work lines and resham embroidered fancy and spiral motifs. Her hair flowed free framing her divine face her creamy skin glowing her eyes highlighted with the kohl, she kept tucking her hair behind her ears which proved she was nervous. Milind had smiled against the glass a slow grin settling over his lips even though she was mad at him he could see his presence had a devastating effect on her. Her fingers trembled her voluptuous pink lips sealed he knew her thoughts were elsewhere most probably on him and the thought had snatched his momentary happiness. He had excused himself as Kaka wheeled in the giant sized black forest cake placing it on the table, he sauntered out to retrieve his little princess afterall it was her moment of glory.

He saw Sapna, Naintara, Premlata and Saadia play musical chairs with the children clapping loudly a young boy won the game and they had handed him a wrapped present for his victory. He saw Premlata stand holding Preeti in her arms while the little cherub clapped her hands in amusement the wand haven been passed on to aunty Saadia for safe keeping. Aprroaching the duo he had held out his sinewy arms to her "Cake kaatein jaan aakhir birthday bhi to manana hai na" Shall we cut the cake we do have a birthday to celebrate also he had reminded her and she nodded in assent. Asking the ladies to escort the children inside he had waited patiently as they filed hearing Preeti's account of the fun he had missed on the greens. They had trooped in to see all in place awaiting them his father stood proudly at the helm with Bua, Daadi and Prachi. As he approached the table Prachi's eyes had lifted to him his blood had rushed in his veins then, a sudden electrifying current had passed through it. Her eyes they were so evocative there were so many questions, hurt, guilt, pain but the most dominating emotion had been love. He stood transfixed as they glazed there was so much she had wanted to say to him yet he had forced her to keep it locked away in the her heart's cold dungeons. "Chalo Preeti cake kaato" Come on Preeti cut the cake Ali had ushered him forward aware of Prachi's affect on him and he had broken free of the spell her eyes had cast on him. "Beta Prachi haath pakro Preeti ka... Milind tum bhi" Prachi hold her hand.. Milind you too Baba had instructed them a futile attempt on his part to bring them together. Prachi had lit the candle then "Preeti zor sey blow kero candle per" Preeti blow hard on the candle she directed the child gently who standing on a stool did as told. Prachi had made Preeti hold the knife she felt her skin blaze as Milind's warm hand had closed in on hers their shoulders had rubbed and both had felt the adrenalin run high as they bent towards the cake. Amidst loud cheers a melodious birthday greeting and a thunderous applause the cake had been cut. While a combined effort on the part of the proud parents had helped put out the candle Preeti had clapped with the crowd joyous on being able to join in the fun. At her age the knowledge of being the celebrated being hardly registered and so she had been content with the clapping. She had recieved innumerous kisses and blessings Milind had cut out a small piece of the cake making her eat it and since it was chocolate it was gone in a flash. Prachi had helped Premlata and Kaka in distributing the cake to all the guests dinner was served too. The table was soon laden with delicacies like fish kebabs, tandoori chicken, dry fruits pulao, palak paneer and prawn curry with coconut milk, masala dosas and vegetable mixed curry was also on the menu. Dessert comprised of kheer and rasmalai it was a treat fit for a king and Milind had been treated like one throughout the evening being the center of attention the little angel's proud papa. His little princess lay cradled in her mother's arms sucking at her bottle she hadn't preferred to change the menu even on her birthday.

"Prachi ab bottle churwao iski" Prachi get her off the bottle now Premlata had ruffled Preeti's curls lovingly she certainly had formed a deep bond with her grand daughter who tugged at her saree while suckling the bottle. "Maa chor deygi achi baby haina Preeti" Maa she'll leave it when the time comes she's a sweet baby Prachi had crooned planting soft kisses on Preeti's face and forehead. Meanwhile Ali had spotted Sapna standing near the table she wore a knee length black skirt with a matching sleeveless blouse she looked enchanting like a fashion model ready for a shoot. Her beauty was unique, bold and brazen and Ali had wished then to hide her in the deepest corners of his heart. She wasn't aware of Vicky Malhotra eyeing her since the past fifteen minutes though Ali had and every time he saw the rat size her up his blood started boiling. Summing up courage Vicky had waltzed upto her humming a merry tune "So Ms Sapna how are you doing?" he grinned lecherously causing Sapna to step back. She had tried to ignore him but he had proved to be a persistent young fellow and had pulled her to a secluded corner. Sapna had retrieved her hand and had attempted to move away when he had pinned her to the wall anyone watching them would've thought they were deep in conversation though the truth was quite the opposite. Ali had fumed watching Vicky touch Sapna till Vicky had maintained his distance it was fine but now he was touching her and that was unacceptable by him his steps had been directed to where they stood. "Damn it Vicky I said leave me" Sapna had hissed hoping not to draw attention as she wrested her wrist free of Vicky's hold. "Oh come on Sapna what harm is there in a few moments of pleasure" he had harped on not letting her move away. "Any problem here?" Ali had intervened then and proceeded to stand between Sapna and Vicky, stepping forward he had eased Vicky back not stopping but advancing steadily "So you wanna enjoy with my fiancee I've got better advice stay away from her and you'll live longer." All this while Ali had Vicky's arm twisted behind his back once outside near the gate he had dealt him a solid punch in his jaw that had left the man reeling dazed. Sapna had been scared she hadn't wanted to create a scene but now she feared Ali getting in a tussle with Vicky. Vicky Malhotra was an arrogant son of one of Milind's financers being filthy rich he was a spoilt brat and cared for none. He had tried countless times earlier to hound Sapna but she had always ticked off tonight though she had kept her silence as she hadn't wanted the party to be spoilt because of her. She had followed them outside and now stood perplexed unhappy at seeing Ali burn in anger "Ali" she had called him and he had cast one placid look at her. "Jaanti ho Sapna heerey ki qadar kyun hoti hai" Do you know why the diamond is considered so precious he had asked gently and Sapna had stared at him confused. "Is liye keh woh qeemti hota hai" Because it's costly she had replied still unable to understand his query. "Is liye bhi keh woh zameen key saath pardon main chupa hota hai ussey paana mushkil hota or uski hifaazat is liye kii jaati hai takeh kisi ki buri nazar naa lagey. Pathar to woh bhi hota hai Sapna per har pathar heera to nahin hota na" Also because it is hidden below the seven folds of earth, acquiring it is a difficult task and safekeeping it is necessary so that no evil eye falls on it. There are many stones Sapna but all of them are not diamonds and Sapna's eyes had lowered in shame she knew exactly what he was hinting to. She was the only one wearing a knee length skirt in the party all the other women were dressed elegantly her dress though not vulgar was too short and that had saddened Ali considerably. It was not that he wanted to impose a dress code on Sapna but he wished she would realize that the clothes she wore only served to portray her as eye candy for men like Vicky Malhotra who were always on the look out for an easy grab. He had not admonished her but had made her understand what she meant to him and she had respected his view. Returning to her room Sapna had pulled out a pigeon blue churidaar suit Premlata had gifted her on Preeti's birthday expressing her wish to see her wear it. Sapna had never worn such an apparel in her entire life but time had changed so had she. Wearing matching hoop earrings with it she had joined them again and this time she had seen Ali smile he had not uttered a single word yet his eyes had thanked her for her act.

Prachi who had been a mute witness to the entire spectacle had smiled walking upto Ali she had congratulated him "Mission accomplished bhaiyya" she had tried to act cheerily. "Shayad aur tumharey mission impossible ka kiya hua?" Maybe and what about your Mission Impossible? he had reminded her Prachi's eyes had roved over the guests who were busy chattering with each other piling their plates with the scrumptious eatables laid on the table. "Samajh nahin aata bhaiyya kiya kerun, kaisey samjhaun unko" I don't know what to do bhaiyya how to make him understand she had complained in exasperation she had thought of countless ways of breaking the news to Milind that she knew about Kaajal and understood his fears but could not find the appropriate time or moment. Milind was never home and when he did return it was to spend time with Preeti or the other family members he hardly conversed with her nor spent an extra minute in her company. Talking to him was out of question Prachi was close to tears and Ali understood her predicament she badly wanted to talk to him explain him that his fears were wrongly based she, Prachi was different from Kaajal, she trusted him had faith in his love for her but how could she when he was not willing to listen. "Prachi insaan ka darr tab khatam hota hai jab woh uss darr sey guzarta hai Milind to tumhain kho deney ka darr hai. Iss darr sey ussey guzar jaaney do usskey baad hi woh sachai samajh paayega." Prachi a person is only able to conquer his fears when he lives them Milind fears you leaving him. Let him go through this fear only then will he be able to understand you Ali had advised her in a serious tone. He apprehended Milind's trepidation and understood the only way to make him draw out of it was to make him go through it. Only when he would conquer that fear would he be able to hear Prachi's side of the story. "Per yeh sab kaisey hoga?" But how will all this happen? Prachi had inquired hesitantly she couldn't to see Milind suffer more than he was already suffering. "Eik hii tareeqa hai" There is only one way Ali had replied relaying his plan to her that would have to be enacted after the party itself. "Bhaiyya mujhey darr lag raha hai kahin woh or zyaada naraaz na ho jaayein" Bhaiyya I'm scared what if gets more angry she had mumbled she couldn't subject him to such acute misery." Mujhey to yehi sahi lagta hai is key ilawa tumko kuch sujh raha ho to bata do" To me this is the solution if you have any other ideas I'm open to them he had replied somberly. Prachi had rested her eyes on a joyous Milind who had Preeti snuggled upto him whispering sweet nothings in his ear. His eyes had shone his lips smiled it had been ages since Prachi had last seen him that way and every pore in her body wanted him to be that way again forever content and smiling. "Theek hai bhaiyya jaisa aap kahein" As you say bhaiyya she had consented and Ali had sighed his friend remaining happy was the only thing he wished right now and was willing to go to all lengths to achieve that.

Part 66 B

Dinner being over with a few young couples took to the floor Milind had requested a famous singer to grace the auspicious occasion the guests had clapped as he had finished his mellifluous strain. The children had again taken to the lawns there were still countless games to be played while their parents entertained themselves to a song or two. "On this rather eventful and memorable occasion I would like the proud parents to say a few words." The singer had then handed the mic to Prachi who had shaken her head in disapproval but Ali and Saadia had ushered her towards the stage where she stood bathed in the spotlight numb and silent. "I've heard Mrs Mishra you sing very well, so what about a song" the crooner had tried to help her loosen up a bit and Prachi had felt her palms sweat. Maybe this was destiny maybe it had to happen this way she had watched Milind look at her with longing eyes and had concentrated on singing closing her eyes she had hoped to relay her feelings to him through this song.

Saare sapne kahin kho gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

Saare sapne kahin kho gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

Dil se tanhaai ka dard jeeta

Kya kahein hum pe kya kya na beeta..

Dil se tanhaai ka dard jeeta

Kya kahein hum pe kya kya na beeta..

Tum na aaye, magar jo gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

Saare sapne kahin kho gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

Tumne humse kahin theen jo baatein..

Unko dohraati hain ghum ki raatein..

Tumne humse kahin theen jo baatein..

Unko dohraati hain ghum ki raatein..

Tumse milne ke din to gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

Saare sapne kahin kho gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

Koi shikva na koi gila hai..

Tumse kab humko yeh ghum mila hai...

Koi shikva na koi gila hai..

Tumse kab humko yeh ghum mila hai...

Haan naseeb apne hi so gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

Saare sapne kahin kho gaye..

Haaye hum kya se kya ho gaye..

The song had come to an end as she slowly opened her eyes Prachi could see the crowd gathered watch her mesmerized. Her silken voice had blessed the song an undying charisma coupled with heart wrenching music it had the audience spell bound. Tucking her invisible strands behind her ear she had handed the mic back to the singer and that had caused the people assembled to snap back to reality a deafening applause soon reverberated within the hall. "Mrs Mishra that was magical" the singer had applauded her but it was one man alone who had understood her complaint, comprehended her ache and had refused to meet her anticipating eyes. As Prachi had lowered her reticent eyes Milind had lifted his to see her wipe away tears that had found their way on her flushed cheeks.

Milind had done his part helped Preeti cut the cake tended to the guests chatted and smiled with them but now he felt exhausted he wished to retire to his apartment away from the madding crowd. He had cast a frustrated look around him opening his shirt buttons and took a deep long breath looked like he too could bid adieu. Most of the guests had left and the few who were there were making their final farewells he wondered where Prachi was. Preeti had fallen asleep half way through the party and had been taken to her grandfather's room where they both had retired to bed calling it a night. Premlata and Naintara were busy seeing off the guests, Ali sat on one of the couches watching a soccer match he simply couldn't miss Man United playing. Bua and Daadi were slowly hobbling to their rooms Ramu Kaka, Saadia and Sapna were clearing away the table with the other servants in tow. Everyone was there except Prachi where could she be, probably sitting in some remote corner of the house trying to abate her misery. Milind felt guilty of giving her the cold shoulder each time she had approached him maybe he should've let her talk and then what he'd have told her he loved her wished to spend every single moment of his life with her. Would that change anything? Change the fact that he wasn't meant to be with her.. with anyone for that matter. He hadn't been able to take care of Kaajal how could he take the responsibility of yet another woman who loved him with the same intensity and was ready to lay her life for him. Did he deserve such pure untainted love.. what had he done to earn it.... nothing but maybe... just maybe he could steal a final glance at her before he left. Harbouring such hopes he sought her in the hall, kitchen, the rooms, the lawns outside but was unable to locate her anywhere. Her absence was not noted by anyone and Milind had felt panic rise within him "Ali tuu ney Prachi ko dekha kiya?" Ali have you seen Prachi? he had questioned his friend who gobbled up fistfuls of popcorn... "Nayyiii" No he had grunted eyes fixed on Ronaldo steer the ball towards the goal post.... "Yes yes yes!!! Ronaldo.. arey... dekh saaley marwayega look ahead you idiot.... teri to saaley cheater you cheater" he jumped up in anger as an opponent snuck the ball from under Ronaldo's foot and Milind had known then nothing else was going to register to him besides the ball on the screen. Shaking his head he had ascended the stairs again maybe she was in her room he probably hadn't looked properly. He trudged there to find the lights switched off only the table lamp was glowing he would've turned back had he not seen what he assumed to be a hallucination. He stepped inside and flipped on the lights to feel the room greatly altered though everything was the same yet there was this distinct feeling of emptiness that crept in him as he walked in. His photograph with Prachi on the bedside table had been replaced with his photograph with Kaajal . On the bed lay the black file he had attempted so hard to hide from Prachi wished never to see it again but there it was in its full glory mocking him, that could only mean one thing she knew the truth. But if she had why had she not confronted him yet? Or maybe she had considered it best to let it be he couldn't blame her either wasn't that what he himself, had wanted her to distance herself from him.

"Prachi" he yelled had she gone through the diary what had she read, he extensively investigated the entire the bedroom, the bathroom the changing room though what shocked him most was to see the wardrobe bare of her belongings. His mind started reeling no that wasn't possible she couldn't go and where would she go.... had she left him for good. Milind stood stoned so it had finally happened she had found out the truth, that what the world considered him was an axiom. Besides his behaviour towards her hadn't been commendable either he recalled Prachi wiping her tears after her performance that evening, he had driven her away his stone heartedness had made her leave she had given up on him. He deserved it didn't he for taking her for granted he closed his eyes in anguish as a tear trickled down his cheek disappearing in his beard. Taking the leather bound diary in his hands he was surprised to see a bookmark protrude from within it he hadn't remembered putting it there. In all honesty he had never read the diary afraid to read into Kaajal's mind uncover the fears she harboured most of all read the reality, the one she always used to say to him, that he was a loser and an incompetent father. He was a sinner since he had brought Preeti in this world and would be the sole cause of her affliction once she fell prey to the disease. His hands trembling he replaced the diary where he had found it images of Kaajal burning within that fire flashed through his mind, had she been alive she would've seen what a correct decision he had made not to deprive their child of her right to live. Walking over to the photo frame he had picked it up and had raised it to his lips kissing Kaajal's soft full lips in the picture. He pressed his finger tips on it as tears rolled down his eyes "Aaj Preeti do saal kii ho gayii Kaajal, kitni pyaari lag rahi thi bilkul pari jaisi... terey jaisi" Today Preeti is two years old Kaajal, she was looking beautiful, just like you .. he had wiped the water droplets off the glass framing the picture. "Tuu nahin thi Kaajal bas baaqi to sab they uskey daada, uskey papa bas maa hii nahin thii...." You weren't there Kaajal but everyone else was her grandfather, her father only her mother was missing clutching the picture to his heart he had howled in desolate pain. "Kyun kiya aisa... kyun kiya Kaajal... kyun kiyaa...!! Kiyun nahin bataney diya mujhey pyaar kiya tha mainey tujhey.... buhut pyaar kiya tha... bas samajh nahin paaya. Or jab tak samjha tuu chali gayi Kaajal... tuu chali gayi" Why did you do it... why Kaajal!! Why didn't you let me tell you I loved you... very much.. I just never understood it and by the time I did you had gone Kaajal.. you had gone the weight of his hands pressing the frame to his heart crushed the glass and it's splinters stabbed his chest yet he did not care. The ache that had torn his heart for so long yearned to bleed tonight clutching the frame tightly in his palms he questioned her angrily. "Kyun nahin socha eik baar keh Milind dhoka nahin dey sakta tha tujhey... kiya laga tujhey pyaar sirf tuu ney kiya tha...mainey nahin" Why didn't you ever think I could never betray you ... what did you think you were the only one who had loved.... I didn't? his tears fell thick and fast and standing near the caslon sofa shrouded by the curtains Prachi had let her own flow free suppressing a sob. It was as she had suspected Milind had equally loved Kaajal but had not understood it when she had been alive, his concern for her, his care, devotion and love though had not gone unnoticed. She hoped after tonight Milind would come to accept the truth and never ever blame himself for others fate or shortcomings.

"Aaj Prachi bhi chali gayi magar main ussey nahin kho sakta tujhey to shayad itna jaana bhi nahin Kaajal shayad woh waqt sahi nahin tha ya shayad qismat hii nahin thii per Prachi zindagi hai meri uss key bina main kuch nahin.... kuch nahin. Woh mujhey chor ker nahin jaa sakti uskey beghair to mera jeena marna sab beykaar hai" Even Prachi left today but I cannot lose her I didn't even get to know you properly maybe I was never destined to or maybe that time had not been right but Prachi is my reason to live I'm nothing without her... nothing. She cannot leave me my life is incomplete without her with those final words Milind had stood up revived. This was no time for self pity she was out there all alone it was probably midnight and certainly not an appropriate hour for her to be away from home. He had to tell her that he wanted her loved her and would make her his forever she needed to know he had mourned over Kaajal partly through sympathy partly due to childhood association and partly for love though what he felt for her was nothing matched to his feelings for Prachi. Yes he assented he had loved Kaajal but not with the ardor he felt for Prachi with her it was him free of all obligations, fears or concerns he was himself with her. Though lately that had changed he had put up a charade one that had cost him too much pain and her trust. Sprinting down the stairs he had raced to where Ali sat dozing off "Ali" he hurriedly shook his arm "Hmm" he had answered drowsily. "Ali Prachi nahin hai... Prachi chali gayi" Ali Prachi is not there... she has left he had informed him through wet eyes "Chali gayi matlab?" Not there meaning? Ali had jumped up in alarm. "Pata nahin kahaan gayi usskey kaprey bhi nahin hain kahaan gayi hogi woh" I don't where she is even her clothes are missing where can she go?dread clear in his eyes. "Ghar main .." Have you searched her in the house Ali had started "Dekh liya sab jagah nahin hai" I've checked everywhere Milind had cut in and they had then exited the house asking Ramu Kaka to await their return. The guards stationed at the gates had informed them that they had seen her leave in a taxi with her luggage probably headed for the bus station Ali had commanded them to answer in the exact way when questioned by Milind regarding Prachi. Ali and Milind had split then Ali had left on his bike towards the bus stand while Milind had headed towards the railway station. It had been an arduous search for Milind who had checked all the passenger lists for the trains left and bound to leave, scoured the platforms, checked each bogie but to no avail she wasn't there.

Cold fear gripped him as he staggered on the platform a lost soul running from one passenger to the other praying to spot Prachi amidst the thronging mass, maybe Ali might have had luck he had called his friend to receive an answer in the negative. Where was he going to find her gunning his car engine he sped towards the airport maybe she was planning on leaving by air. Once there he had asked his friend Ravi Bakshi an official at the airport to help him out, they had made countless calls for Prachi over the speakers, run through the entire list of passengers left earlier that evening and scheduled to leave that night but her name was not there she had never checked in. With each passing minute Milind could feel his heart beat declining calling Ali again he had asked him to meet him at the local police station where he intended to file a missing person's report he had to find her at all costs. "Inspector agar aap inhain jaldi dhund dein to" Inspector if you can find her soon Milind had requested the irritated officer who had had a long day himself and was about to check out when Milind had walked in. He was in no mood to form a search party at that late hour for a woman who hadn't even been lost twenty four hours. "Dekhiye Mr Mishra abhi unhain lapata huey chaubees ghantey bhi nahin huey humaari karavaai main waqt lageyga" Look Mr Mishra she hasn't even been lost twenty four hours our search will require time the Inspector had waved him off carelessly. Milind who was already at his wits end had grabbed him by the collar "Chaubees ghantey main ussey kuch ho gaya to zimmedaar kon hoga mujhey woh chahiye Inspector or iss sey pehley keh teri vaat laga duun main dhundo ussey jaa ker" And what if something happens to her in twenty four hours who will be responsible. Before I make you repent every breathe you take find her he had threatened the officer. "Milind chor paagal ho gaya hai tuu" Leave him alone Milind have you gone crazy Ali had wrenched his friend off the inspector if Milind continued to behave that way he could very well end up behind bars and that was not what he had intended. Prachi had not left for anywhere she had simply hid behind the heavy lace curtains and as planned was supposed to await their return in her bedroom after Ali and Milind had left to search for her. Ali had thought Milind would return home after hunting for her at the railway station but Milind had proved him wrong now they sat in a police station with Milind fast losing control over his patience which was definitely not a good omen. " Inspector hum do ghantey baad aap ko phone kereingey is beech agar aapko kuch information mil jaaye to aap humain call ker lijiyega" Inspector we'll call you after two hours if you get any information on her in between you can call us Ali had tried to make peace with the official who glared at Milind as if he would eat him raw how dare he reprimand him in front of his juniors. "Pata nahin kahaan kahaan sey aa jaatey hain mun utha ker or tum to ho hee badnaam pehli biwi ko maar diya dusri key saath bhi zor zabardasti kii hogi tabhi to bhag gayi woh....." I don't know where they all come from and besides you are famous for your ill treatment of your wife killed the first one the second probably ran off with someone to escape your torture and that had been the final straw for Milind who had sprung up from his chair as if electrocuted.

He had then not feared anyone or anything all that resounded in his ears was the remark made by the inspector and had dealt the scoundrel with a good load of punches. Kicking him repeatedly he had made the Inspector repent uttering those words howling in obvious pain.The Inspector too had fought many a battle and was not one to be be overpowered by Milind regaining his scattered senses he had attacked Milind viciously bruising Milind in the process. The fight would've prolonged had Ali not intervened "Milind chor ussey" Milind leave him he had grabbed Milind by his waist and had dragged him away while the constables had tried to control an extremely furious Inspector. "Himmat kaisey hui teri bolney kii keh Prachi bhaag gayi kaminey" How dare you say Prachi ran away Milind had shouted. "Bhaag hii gayi hogi kisi key saath tabhi to dhundney aaya hai ussey yahaan" She must have run away the reason you are here to find her his opponent had retalited and that made Milind bubble with anger hurling curses at him. It had taken Ali every ounce of his energy to drag Milind out of the police station and make him sit in the car. "Chor Ali uss ullu key pathey ney bola kaisey yeh" Leave me Ali how dare he say this crap... Milind had struggled in Ali's iron grip. "Milind hosh main aa woh ander ker deyga tereyko.... Baba ka to soch" Milind get to your senses he'll put you behind bars... think about your father and that had mellowed Milind a bit but his fury remained prominent getting in the car stepping on the accelerator he had turned home. Ali had given Prachi a missed call to inform her about their return praying to God that it would go as planned, he feared Milind's choler and wondered what his reaction would be on seeing Prachi there. They had entered home to find Ramu Kaka pacing the hall restlessly. Ali had asked Ramu Kaka to go rest it was already three in the night the old servant had been worried sick for them specially since they had instructed him not to tell anyone about their absence. As Ali talked to Ramu Kaka Milind had walked over to the small temple in the corner of the hall, the idols there seemed to laugh at him and that had further infuriated him, he felt as if they mocked him enjoying his torment. He had never felt so cheated in his entire life but tonight he wanted to see how far could God go with his games how much more was there for him to bear. Placing him palm over the burning lamps he had watched the idols silent and unmoving the flames scorched his flesh but he did not care Ali who had finished conversing with Ramu Kaka was horrified to see him impose affliction on himself.

"Milind tuu kiya ker raha hai... haath jal jaayega tera" Milind what the hell are you doing... you'll burn your hand Ali had tried to pry his hand away but Milind stood steadfast with an iron resolve his unblinking eyes fixated on the smiling idol. "Aaj tak yeh mera imtihaan letey aaye Ali aaj inka imtihaan hai.... inho ney maa ko cheen liya main chup raha. Kaajal ko cheen liya main ney phir bhi kuch nahin kaha... log mujhey qaatil samajhtey rahey main khamosh raha... uss jail main sarta raha yeh soch ker keh meri qismat main likha tha.. per aaj nahin. Aaj inhain meri Prachi lautani hogi mujhey... har qeemat per" They've always tested me Ali it's time they undertook one test themselves. They took my mother away I didn't complain, they snatched Kaajal from me I remained silent. People considered me a murderer I never uttered a word... kept fretting in that prison thinking it was fate ... but not tonight. They have to return my Prachi to me... at all costs. The flame had blackened most of Milind's palm yet he had not uttered a single whimper he loved her more than anyone could fathom and he wanted her back from his Creator she was his... his alone. Ali stood perplexed he could not tell Milind that Prachi awaited him in his room but he had to stop him from this madness "To tuu kiya chahta hai waapis aa jaaye terey paas woh, kiya diya tuuney ussey aaj tak dukh key ilawa... acha hua chaligayi woh tujh sey duur kam az kam khush to raheygi" What do you want that she should return to you, what have you given her except for heart ache... good she went away atleast she'll be happy away from you Ali has lashed out at him and Milind had stared at him shocked. This was his bosom friend telling him he didn't deserve the love of his life that he had never tried to give her any happiness, he who had always believed in him was happy Prachi had left him. "Ali tuu bhi" Ali you too he had remarked astounded his hand dropping by his side away from the flame and Ali had sighed inwardly. "Haan main bhi sun liya na aaj inspector ney kiya kaha duniya kiya samajhti hai" Yes me too you heard the inspector know what the world thinks of you Ali had felt as if he was dying a slow death he was mouthing words he had always rubbished himself but he had to. If he wouldn't have Milind would have never removed his hand from the flame and his torture would've killed Ali since he was the one who had hatched this plan. Milind had not uttered a single word after that but his eyes had depicted his immense sorrow he had turned around and had left. Ali had not been able to stay there any longer and had exited immediately wiping hot tears from his eyes which proved that his heart had been hurt with equal intensity.

Milind had entered his room in deep thought maybe all of them were right what right did he have to hold Prachi to him specially when she herself didn't want to stabilize a relationship with him. Ali was the one who had perenially believed in him given him hope infused courage in him in his darkest moments but if he too thought Prachi was better off without him then maybe that was the stark reality he had just been too blinded by passion to see it. Prachi stood concealed behind the curtains she had heard his foot steps on the landing and had resumed her hiding position. Ali had bid her to do this, act out this drama he had told her to abscond the party and lie in wait behind the curtains as he suspected Milind to do a quick survey and then rush out to retrieve her keeping in mind her stripped wardrobe. Milind had reacted quite the same only Ali had failed to estimate the lengths he would go to in his quest for her. Ali had expected this motion to charge Milind up and allow him to vent out the melancholy, angst and the hurt he festered in his heart he had to get over with the assumption that he had caused Kaajal and Prachi countless woes, that he alone was the reason for their problems. With his back to her Prachi had noiselessly closed the bedroom door "Prachi tuu ney bhi yaqeen nahin kiya mujh per, tuu to kehti thii merey baghair jee nahin sakti to dekh na aaj main yahaan huun ... per tuu nahin hai Prachi ... tuu nahin hai.. kahin nahin hai... kahaan sey laaun main tujhey Prachi... kahaan sey... kaisey bataun tujhey kitna pyaar kerta huun main tujh sey... kitna" Prachi you too didn't believe me, you used to say you couldn't live without me I am here today yet you are not with me.... you are not here ... where do I bring you from Prachi.... from where... how do I tell you how much I love you... how very much Milind had wept like a child. Taking out Prachi's photograph from the drawer he had replaced it with Kaajal's photograph Kaajal had been his past but Prachi was his present and future. He had made the mistake of dwelling on the past for too long his palm burnt to the touch yet the pain was far less compared to the misery he felt on losing Prachi. He had thrown away the photo frame in sorrow falling on the bed dropping his head in his palms he squeezed it mercilessly . "Milind!" Prachi had called him out and he had jerked his head in wonder it was her voice, was he dreaming... was she here? He stood up in anguish "Prachi.. PRACHIII!!!" he hollered in hope of hearing her voice again. "Milind" Prachi had cried appearing from behind him and he had filled her in his arms shedding tears of happiness his lips smiling in elation. "Prachi tuu kahaan chali gayi thi... kahaan . Kitna dhunda mainey tujhey.. har jagah, kahaan gayi thii mujhey chor key?" Prachi where had you gone... where... I've searched so long for you... everywhere, where had you gone? he had queried her through red rimmed eyes. "Aap ko chor ker kahaan jaati Milind... bas yeh yaqeen dilana tha keh aap sey duur main nahin reh sakti naa hii aap merey bina reh saktey hain" Where could I go without you Milind I just wanted you to understand that I couldn't live without you and you can't without me she had explained to him watching him fondly.

Milind's grip around her had slackened "Matlab yeh sab jaan bujh ker kiya tha..." You mean you had planned on this, done it on purpose he asked shell shocked, tonight was proving to be the most disastrous nights of all he wondered how many more truths remained yet to be unveiled. "Haan" Yes she had confessed the truth to him while he gaped at her wide eyed "Matlab tujhey iss sey kuch farq nahin para keh main paaglon kii tarah tujhey dhundta raha... bewaqufon kii tarah yeh sochta raha tuu mujhey chor ker chali gayi....KYUN!!!" It didn't matter to to you that I kept hunting for you like mad, foolishly kept thinking that you had left me... WHY!!! he had asked her pulling her close holding her jaw he pushed her face up so that her defiant eyes were level with his feral ones. "Tujhey kiya ehsaas Prachi kiya ehsaas pal pal mara main Prachi pal pal yeh soch ker keh main terey laiq nahin, tujhey takleef deta huun, tujhey koi khushi nahin dey paaya Kaajal kii tarah tujhey bhi sirf dukh diye" Did it ever occur to you Prachi how I felt every minute thinking I didn't deserve you, that I was the reason for your heartache, that I've always given you pain like I did to Kaajal his eyes were blazing with raw anger and Prachi could understand the depth of emotion every word carried. "Aapney kisi ko koi dukh nahin diya Milind.. kab samjheingey aap sivaaye duusron ka dard baantney key aapney aaj tak kuch nahin kiya" You've never hurt anyone Milind when will you understand that besides helping others out of their miseries you've never done anything else extricating herself from his hold she had matched his fire with her own it had to be done with tonight. "Kab tha woh lamha Milind jab aapney apney baarey mainn socha... yaad kijiye kab jiya aap ney koi pal apney liye. Aaj tak duusron key liye jeetey aaye Kaajal sey shaadi kii Baba key liye, ussey chaha uskey liye per kabhi jata nahin sakey, ussey khush rakhney key liye din raat eik ker diya. Uskey paagalpan ka raaz duniya per zaahir na ho is liye chup chaap sazaa kaat tey rahey. Preeti key liye jiye, Baba key liye, merey liye jiye. Mujhey itna pyaar diya keh har takleef bhula dii. Merey liye maut tak to galey laganey ko tayyar ho gaye in sab main aap ney apney liye kiya kiya. Woh konsa lamha tha Milind jab aap ney apney liye socha. Har baat ko farz kii kasautii per rakh ker tola kabhi pyaar kii nazar sey samjha hota Milind to jaana hota kitna pyaar kiya hai aap ney sab sey, har eik kii chinta kii sivaaye khud key " When was there a moment you thought about yourself Milind... try recalling one moment you lived for your ownself. You've always lived for others you married Kaajal because Baba wanted you to. You loved her because she wanted you to but were never able to tell her you did. You didn't keep track of day or night to keep her happy, you kept rotting in that prison so that the world would never know she was mad. You've lived for Preeti, for Baba, for me, loved me so much I forgot all my troubles. Didn't even care about your own life while saving me. You always deemed it as responsibility never as love had you considered it that Milind you would've known how much you have loved us all, always wanted and tried to get the best for everyone save you Milind had listened to each word mutely the conviction her voice bore was notable, her anger justified when had he considered it as love it was always a responsibility. "Aaj tak aap ney Kaajal kii diary nahin parhi Milind.. parhi hoti to jaana hota ussey aap per kitna vishvaas tha, kitna yaqeen kyunki woh aapko jaanti thi Milind per aap ussey nahin jaan paaye ussey nahin bata paaye keh aapney bhi pyaar kiya tha uss sey..." You never read Kaajal's diary... had you read it you would've understood how much she trusted you, she knew you so well Milind but you were never able to comprehend her were never able to tell her that you loved her picking up the diary she had flipped it open to the page where the bookmark rested.

"Mera kal mera aaj mera har sapna sirf aap sey shuru hai or aap per khatam... duniya main har koi khushiyaan, muhabbat, daulat maangta hai mainey aaj tak sirf aapko maanga hai Milind. Shaayad zindagi bhi kam per jaaye aapsey pyaar key liye" My past my present every dream I ever dreamt starts and ends with you ... people pray for riches, happiness and love I've always prayed to have you Milind. Maybe a lifetime would prove less to love you Prachi had read aloud the last entry in Kaajal's diary. Milind looked on shattered his lancinating gaze sliced her heart as she tried to steady her voice. "Aaj yaqeen ho gaya Milind aap kitney achey pati hain aap mujh sey na kahein per main jaantii huun buhut chahtey hain mujhey. Mera dard aapki neendain ura deta hai merey aansu bardasht nahin hotey aapsey jab main so jaati huun to aa ker mujhey galey lagatey hain... yeh pyaar nahin to kiya hai" I've understood today what a wonderful husband you have been you may not say it but I know you've always loved me. My pain keeps you awake, you cannot behold my tears when I go to sleep you come and embrace me ... if this is not love... what is then Milind's stood transfixed as he heard on aghast at this discovery Kaajal had always known, known that he loved her cared for her couldn't bear to see her unhappy and Prachi had continued. "Preeti ko aap sey acha pita nahin mil sakta tha mujhey yaqeen hai aap buhut achey sey uski dekh bhaal kareingey uski parhai ka khayaal rakheingey... ussey eik qaabil or zimmedaar insaan baneingey..." Preeti couldn't have had a better father than you, I'm sure you'll take good care of her educate her... make her a capable human being Prachi had held his arm and guided him to the bed taking her seat beside him on the mattress. "Kabhi jab Preeti bari ho jaaye ussey bataiyega ussey buhut chaha hai mainey bas eik anjaana saa khauf hai dil main kahin woh bhi meri tarah.... ussey bataeingey na Milind... main usski maa huun... woh humari beti hai...shayad jab woh maa kahey merey saarey dukh mit jaayein. Aapko buhut tang kiya hai mainey Milind per aur nahin, jald hii apki duniya sey chali jaungi. Main chahti huun aap khush rahein, hansein muskuraein or zindagi ko jiyein kisi aisey humsafar key saath jo mujh sey kahiin zyaada pyaar kerey aap sey merey diye huey saarey zakhm samet ley apney pyaar sey... apna khayal rakhiyega Milind or Preeti ko merey hissey ka bhi pyaar dejiyega... shayad kabhi main or aap bina kisi dard key milein... kabhi to..." Someday when Preeti grows older tell her I love her very much yet there is this inexplicable fear what if she too... you'll tell her na Milind... I'm her mother... she's our daughter..... when she'll call me mom all my pain will be gone. I know I've been nothing but trouble to you but soon I will leave your world behind. I want you to be happy Milind smile and laugh live life with a companion who'll love you far more than I do. Who will kiss away all the tears I have given you... take care of yourself Milind, remember you have to give Preeti my share of love too. Maybe someday we will meet Milind... without any suffering to bear.... someday. Placing the diary in Milind's hands Prachi had let him go through it himself his eyes trying to read the hazy words that kept slipping from vision as hot tears fell on the pages. Closing the diary he had clutched his hair in agony and sobbed uncontrollably Prachi had found it difficult to console him then as he tightened his fists around his curls. She had hugged him and in turn he had embraced her so tightly she had felt as if they would pour into each other and melt as one. He shed silent tears till her saree got drenched with them and she had kissed his ear his cheek releasing herself she had cupped his face in her soft hands. "Milind duniya ka har dukh aapki wajah sey nahin.... aap bhagwan nahin insaan hain or apni haisiyat sey barh ker kiya hai aapney Kaajal key liye, merey liye... sab key liye" Milind all the problems in the world are not because of you, you've done more than your share for Kaajal , for me.. for everyone she had tried to appease him. "Kiya faida jab itna kuch ker key bhi main kuch nahin ker paaya Kaajal ko nahin bacha paaya woh mar gayi Prachi mar gayi meri khushiyon key liye... tuu kiya jaaney kaisa hota hai yeh dard jo pal pal jalata hai na mujhey jeeney deta hai na marney deta saala har din har pal eik aag main jalta huun main keh kahin agar tujhey kho diya to kiya kerunga" What use was it all when I couldn't save Kaajal she died Prachi she sacrificed herself for my happiness ... what do you know about this ache that I feel each moment that burns me doesn't let me breathe nor lets me die. Every minute of every day I sear in a silent hell thinking what would I do if I lost you he had stood up from the bed and paced the room. "Tujhey agar mujh per yaqeen hota Prachi to kabhi apni jaan leney kii koshish nahin kerti " If you would've trusted me Prachi you would've never attempted to suicide he had reprimanded her. "Or yehi sawaal main aapsey kerun to Milind" And what if I ask you the same question Milind? Prachi had questioned extremely pained joining him on the floor. "Aap ney nahin chupaya mujh sey apna ateet, kiya bataya mujhey Kaajal key baarey main... kuch nahin... agar Preeti ki cycle leney nahin jaati main store room main to kuch nahin pata chalta mujhey" Have you not hidden your past from me, when did you plan on telling me about Kaajal... never... had I not gone to get Preeti's cycle from the store room I would've never known her eyes blazed with rage and Milind stood dead in his tracks he had never witnessed her so volatile.

"Jawab dijiye mujhey Milind... aaj to main sun ker rahungi kiya chahtey they aap mujh sey? Chup chaap aapka dard dekhti rehti, aap chahtey to aapki zindagi main rehti or na chahtey to chali jaati.... aaj tak mujh sey sab kuch chupaatey rahey kyun. Jab Shashank key baarey main jaantey they to mujh sey kyun nahin puucha... kyun socha keh main or woh..." Answer me Milind... I want to listen tonight what were your expectations from me? I would've silently witnessed your suffering would've staed if you wanted me to and left if you didn't wish it that way... kept everything a secret. When you knew about Shashank why did you never ask me about him.... how could you think he and I..... her voice choked as she tried to compose herself her body shivering with unleashed fury. How dare he scold her for actions he himself had been undertaking since long she felt furious to think he thought he held the right to keep screts from her while if she did the same it was a questionable act. "Aur Shashank key baarey main is liye nahin bataya kyunki nahin chahti thi main keh aapko nuqsaan puhunchey" I never told you about Shashank because I didn't want you to hurt yourself she had screamed indignantly. " Nuqsaan!!!" Loss!!! Milind had repeated maddened "Nuqsaan... kehti tuu apni maut ko Prachi" Losss... you would've termed your death as a loss he had held her by her arms and shook her like a dead leaf shrivelled and tossed in the wind."Nuqsaan nahin hota woh Prachi woh sazaa hoti merey liye arey eik baar to kaha hota mujhey apna samjha hota... per tuuney kabhi apna maana hota to kehti na" No Prachi it would'nt have been a loss it would've meant punishment for me you could've told me once... considered me your own but you never did he had remonstrated. "Haan Milind pyaar to sirf aap ney kiya mujhsey... mainey kahaan kiya, aap per anth vishwaas kiya pyaar nahin tha, apki patni honey ka natak kerna pyaar nahin tha, aapkey liye din raat prathna kerna, yeh dekhna keh aap takleef main to nahin, apko meri zarurat to nahin... yeh sab pyaar nahin laga aapko Milind" Yes Milind you'r the only one who loved me I never did...I trusted you blindly that wasn't love, acted as your wife that wasn't love either, prayed fervently for you night and day that too wasn't love, to check whether you were in pain or not whether you needed anything ... all this didn't count as love to you she had shrugged off his arms and caught him by his hand.Tears streamed down her face and drenched her saree's front. "Pyaar sirf aapney kiya mujhsey Milind.. mainey kuch nahin kiya.. kahiye keh aapko kabhi meri aankhon main apney liye dard nazar nahin aaya woh saarey sapney nahin dikhey jo mainey aapkey saath buney they... nahin dikha Milind aapko kuch bhi or agar aap mehsoos hii nahin ker paaye to aisey pyaar ka kiya faida jiski aahat tak aapko sunaii nahin dii or jo meri zindagi ban gaya" It was only you who always loved me I never did... tell me you never saw the anxiety my eyes bore for you, tell me did you never see the dreams I dreamt with you as my soulmate... you never saw anything and if you could never feel my love then what use is it. You never heard or saw it Milind and yet I have lived it Milind stood crushed he had never wanted her to give up on him but he had been the sole reason for her trepidation. "Agar nahin thi meri chahat to mar jaaney diya hota mujhey kyun bachaya mujhey, kyun Shashank ko dekh ker ghussa aata tha aapko, kyun aaye they farmhouse per... aapko to pyaar nahin tha na mujh sey ya yeh bhram the mera" If you did not desire you should've let me die why did you save me? why did you get angry on seeing Shashank , why did you come to the farmhouse.... you had never loved me right or was all that my phantasm she stood questioning him and he could stand it no longer. "Itni hii buri huun na main Milind to chali jaati huun main aapki zindagi sey" I know I'm very nefarious and I should stay away from your life she had wiped her tears and had been about to open the door when she had felt his arm around her waist.

She stood struggling her back to him "Choriye mujhey aapko to zarurat nahin na meri, har waqt mujh sey duur jaaney kii pari rehti hai" Leave me you do not need me na the reason you always keep finding ways of distancing yourself from me she had hiccuped crashing against his broad chest as he pulled her back to him. He held her close his arms encircled tightly around her waist turning her around he had placed his fiery lips on her wet ones kissing them tenderly and he had felt her slacken in his arms her hands holding on to his coat. Releasing her he had looked deep in her eyes "Tuu bhi mujhey chor ker jaana chahti hai Prachi?" You too wish to desert me Prachi? his eyes were moist his fringed lashes wet as they studied her and she had lowered her gaze. "Aap hii to chahtey hain main chali jaun.... darr haina aapko aapki wajah sey main marr jaungi... to aapko roz martey dekhney sey to behter haina Milind keh main chali jaun... apki zindagi sey duur aap kamaz kam khush to raheingey na merey bina" You'r the one who wants me to leave... you think I'll die because of you... it's better I leave than to see you die each day... atleast if I'm far away there are more chances of you staying happy fresh tears fell on his suit disappearing in the lapels staining them. " Tujhey lagta hai terey bina khush reh paaaunga main?" You think I can remain happy without you? he had asked and she had lifted her watery eyes to his coal ones. "Yeh jo dil haina mera Prachi buhut waqt baad dharka hai terey liye... main kabhi Kaajal sey nahin keh paaya woh merey liye kiya thi per tujhey kehna chahta huun tuu merey liye sab kuch hai Prachi. Meri khushi, meri zindagi merey jeeney ki wajah, tuu woh hai jiskey saath zindagi jeeney key sapney dekhey hain mainey... Terey pyaar ki ahhat nahin sunaii dii ko kyun aata main farmhouse, kyun din raat tujhey maangta rab sey... teri muskurahat main jaan basti hai meri, jab tuu roti hai na Prachi dard mujhey hota hai ... yahaan" Prachi my heart has beat after a long time... for you.. I could never tell Kaajal what I felt for her but I want to tell you. You'r my happiness, my life my reason to live, you'r the one I've dreamt to spend the rest of my life with... If I hadn't felt your love why would I have come to the farmhouse, why would I have asked God every single day to grant you to me.... your smile makes me realize why I want to live, when you cry Prachi it hurts... here he had taken her hand in his own and placed her palm on his heart Prachi could feel it beat alive beneath it. "Mat jaa Prachi mujhey chor ker mujhey teri buhut zarurat hai.... mujh sey pyaar kerti haina Prachi" Don't leave me Prachi I need you very much ... do you love me Prachi? and she had nodded her head in assent her tears dripping down her cheeks in small rivulets. "Buhut pyaar kerti huun Milind sirf aapsey pyaar kerti huun I love you very Milind... just you ... I love you Milind.. I love you" and she had slid her arms around his broad back burying her face in his chest. "I love you Milind... I love you" she sobbed. "Sirf mujh sey" Just me he had smiled.."Sirf aap sey" Just you she had promised and their lips had met once more that night their souls soared free, free of encumberments, burdens, trials and tribulations what flowed between them was love what they felt was passion and what they yearned was amalgamation of body and soul. His hands had travelled down her back pulling her closer exploring her anew and hers hands sought refuge around his neck gently guiding him to her sweet mouth which had longed to feel his fiery touch that enlivened her senses. They had rediscovered each other he had kissed her passionately on her face not leaving a shred of skin untouched making her moan in content. Picking her in his arms walking up to the bed he had placed her on it and had laid down next to her. Tonight he wasn't going to let anything come between them. He had kissed Prachi assidiously on her forehead, cheeks, eyes and finally her lips exploring them enticing them evoking them with fervent passion till they were both out of breathe.

She lay cuddled to him exhausted and worn out taking her hand to his mouth he had softly kissed her palm "Shaadi kareigi mujh sey Prachi?" Will you marry me Prachi? he had asked and she had smiled. "Kerungi...." I will she had replied placing her lips on his wounded palm "Per eik shart per" On one condition she had posed a condition. "Kiya?" What? he had asked smiling " Aap khud ko kabhi takleef nahin puhunchaingey... kabhi nahin" You'll never hurt yourself again and he had readily assented. " Aapko koi haq nahin meri jaan ko itna dard deney ka" You have no right to cause such inflictions to my life she had whispered unbuttoning his shirt she revealed his injuries caused by him clutching the photo frame to himself earlier that evening. She had tenderly planted kisses on them one by one travelling upto his face covering his bruises with the healing balm of her lips making him drown in her love as her softness imprinted on his skin. He had made her lie on his arm while her hand had run the full length of his exposed chest letting him revel in her amor comtemplating on it still being a dream. "Prachi" he had called "Hmm" she had answered snuggling upto him "Yeh sach haina.... tuu yahin hai na merey saath... merey paas" Is this reality... you are here with me he had watched her intently and she had supressed a laugh tilting her face to his she had brushed her lips against his lightly when he had held on not letting her leave midway. Making her part her lips he had delved in deeper tasting new pleasures making her desire him all the more she had let him carry on restrained his tongue invoking her to active participation. She moaned seductively which had served to fuel his fervor pressing her close he had felt her beneath him her body throbbing aching longing for him till they ran out of breathe and lay panting side by side. "Tuu naraaz to nahin mujh sey Prachi... main Kaajal sey" Are you mad at me... that I have loved Kaajal he had started when she had placed her palm over his mouth "Agar aapney Kaajal sey pyaar nahin kiya hota to mujhey dukh hota Milind, lekin mujhey khushi hai aapney apna rishta puri imandaari sey nibhaya hai" If you hadn't loved Kaajal I would've felt sad but I'm happy you fulfilled your relationship with honesty she had softly breathed leaving Milind dumbfounded. "Itna pyaar kaisey ker liye mujhsey Prachi?" How did you ever come to love me so much Prachi? he had smiled "Bas aapkey ilawa kisi sey pyaar jo nahin kiya" Just never loved anyone besides you she had answered honestly and Milind had felt blessed as if he had been given another chance to live life the best way possible. "Milind" she had murmured "Hmm" he had mumbled tracing an invisible path down her neck with his lips "Hum shaadi kab kareingey?" When will we get married? she had questioned and his eyebrows had arched in amusement. "Itni jaldi kyun hai?" Why the hurry? he had joked pulling her over him and she had redenned as his smile had widened "Bas ab aur intizaar nahin hota mujh sey" I cannot wait any longer she had replied shyly. "Kis ka intizaar?" Wait for what? he had grinned knowingly, lifting her chin up with his index finger making her meet his passionate gaze "Appki ban jaaney ka... hamesha key liye" To be your's forever she had bared her heart to him. "Parson" Day after tomorrow he had replied and she had smiled kissing her finger and placing it on his lips which he had kissed intantly. "Khush?" Happy? he had asked happy to see her happy "Buhut" Very much she had answered her elation shining in her eyes "I love you Milind" she had reminded him placing her head on his chest sighing in complacency. "I love you too " he had confirmed kissing her hair, she was his, just his and now he would never let her leave ... ever, he had wrapped a protective arm around her shifting her beside him. Pulling her closer Milind had sunk his head in her hair splayed on the pillow smelling it's sweet fragrance as her rhythmic breathing lulled him to a deep peaceful slumber..... something he hadn't enjoyed in a very long time and the one thing that was to stay with him forever.

Part 67

Milind had woken up to see the sun stream in from the windows the curtains being pulled back the night before the sun beams illuminated the entire room brightly. He had tried to move when he felt a weight on his arm groggily opening his eyes he was surprised to see Prachi slumber peacefully nestled to him her hands resting on his chest head lying on his arm and he had smiled in content. The events of the previous night came rushing back to him her anger her tears and her love the combination had proved rather fatal for him. His first morning with her was rather magical, chuckling softly he had traced her swollen lips with his index finger it certainly had been a wonderful first night for them together and it had been quite a while before he he had allowed her to drift off to sleep in his arms. He tucked her hair gently behind her ear revealing her beautiful face her eyes closed dreaming of some elaborate fantasy most probably with him. Tracing her jaw he feasted his eyes on the simple yet most wonderful creation of God. Not being able to control himself he had lowered his lips to hers touching them ever so softly and she had stirred then, hastily retrieving he had gently eased her off his arm and had gotten out of bed. Three weddings were to be held at his abode the next day he simply couldn't afford the luxury of spending the day lying next to her. After getting over with his morning routine he dressed noiselessly and left it was a hectic schedule that he had to follow but before that he had to meet someone. Ali sat silent the newspaper spread out before him his eyes though were fixed on an invisible vision on the tree ahead certainly not on the morning paper. Sapna had noticed his quiescence that morning usually when he came to meet her he would either share the latest news or event in his life with her and ease her to conversation but today he hardly cared if she was around or not. It was as if he had suddenly been sentenced for some great crime. "Ali" she had called out to him causing him to snap out of his preoccupation "Chai" Tea she had handed him his cup of tea. He had taken it from her placing it on the table set in the lawns. "Aap itney khamosh kyun hain?" Why are you so quiet? she had questioned him out of curiosity "Aisey hii" Nothing serious he had replied his voice distant. The truth was Ali hadn't been able to sleep the previous night his guilt ridden conscious wouldn't let him rest a minute. The accusations he had hurled at his friend the night before had killed him making him fret continually. He had tossed and turned the whole night attempting to pacify his weary heart that lamented on his actions the way Milind had looked at him was enough to make him realize what a sin he had committed. The first thing he had promised himself to do the next morning was to seek Milind's forgiveness he was ready to apologize even receive a few slaps if Milind was in the mood but he wouldn't rest till Milind forgave him. Sitting in the lawn for the past half hour he awaited Milind to join him for the morning tea, it was already nine and today they were supposed to pick up the wedding apparels and jewellery for the brides to be. He sat pondering on his tea when Sapna had snapped her fingers infront of him bringing him back to the present "Agar aaap chahein to apni problems share ker saktey hain .... afterall merey bhi to problems aap share kertey aaye hain" If you wish you can share your problems with me as it is you share my problems too she had offered to lend an ear to his woes sitting down on one of the chairs beside his. He looked up at her fresh form she probably had showered before coming down for breakfast her moist strands brushed neatly, he noticed she had worn a white salwar suit he had brought for her and couldn't help feeling blissfully happy despite his discomfiture.

"Agar kisi sey jhoot bola jaaye woh bhi usi kii bhalai key liye or agar us jhoot sey uska dil tuut jaaye to khamiyaza kiya hona chahiye uss dard ka jo uss jhoot ney usse puhunchaya hai." If someone has lied to someone else for their good but it has served to break their heart what should be the punishment for the pain the lie has caused that person he had placed a puzzle before her and she had tried to solve it carefully. "Jhoot agar bhaley key liye bola to buraii nahin per agar uss jhoot ki muddat kam ho to acha hai, kyunki sach to chupta nahin" If a lie is said for the good of someone it's fine but it should not prolong as the truth never remains hidden for long she had fit in the pieces beautifully forming the perfect picture. "Thanks" he had smiled sipping his tea "Waisey aap ko jhoot nahin bolna chahiye... woh kiya haina jis kaam kii aadat na ho ussey kerney kii practice nahin hoti or jo kaam aap jaantey nahin ussey kiya bhi mat kijiye" she had advised him and he laughed instinctively. "Tumhain kaisey pata chala jhoot mainey bola tha?" he had questioned amused at her sharp observation "Aap to kiya aapki aankhein bhi jhoot nahin boltein iss liye inhain udaas dekh ker andaaza ho gaya khata aap sey huii hai" she had supplied him the answer watching him intently. Her lips remained unsmiling but there was a certain gleam in her eyes that made him believe all was not lost yet. They would've kept chatting had Milind not ventured out to join them..."Oh to janab aaye huey hain.... zah-e-naseeb" Milind had taunted Ali and Sapna had smiled it was only recently she had observed Milind at such close quarters, the man behind the employer. He was a totally different personality at home loving, friendly, doting and most compassionate. Sapna had been greatly touched when she came to know he had paid for her hospital bills, moreover he was the one who was taking care of the expenses for her wedding attire and jewellery. Premlata had told her that she would be doing her Kanyadaan at her wedding as her mother would have had she been there also that Milind considered her no less than his younger sister Sukriti. Ali had lowered his eyes in shame "Ab kiya nazrein chura raha hai heroines kii tarah" Milind had joked pulling Ali to him hugging him warmly "Tujhey kiya laga tuuney woh saari bakwaas kii or main maan gaya... mujgey to ussi waqt andaaza ho gaya tha jab Prachi ney bataya yeh sab plan tha or terey jitna kamina zehen to hai nahin bechari key paas to tuu ney hii khichdi pakayi thi haina" he had provided him the details which were all true. Ali had smiled sheepishly "Sorry yaar maaf ker dey" he had folded his hands in front of Milind who had immediately taken them in his own and kissed them. "Paagal!" he had remarked and Ali had embraced him with renewed vigour he had hoped Milind would forgive him and he had which wasn't a surprise to him though Milind's smile had conveyed the happiness his heart bore. "Sapna" Milind had addressed her and she had watched him questioningly "Prachi shayad aaj der sey uthey tum Preeti kii bottle bana dogi?" he had asked her and she had nodded her head in the affirmative. She had come to love the little girl very much and adored the way she called her "Apna aanti" conveniently missing out the S in her name. Gulping down his tea Ali had followed Milind to his Kompressor there was still the decorations and caterers to finalize for the big night.

Milind had returned to the office after dropping Ali off at the garage they had finalized the food and the arrangements Milind had informed Ali of his decision to marry Prachi along with him and Sapna that day. Ali had found it difficult to believe the news and stared at Milind incredulously "Tuu sach keh raha hai?" he had queried an elated Milind "Bilkul sach" he had grinned entering the event manager's office. A cream-and-gold royal pavilion with lavish seating, gorgeous floral arrangements, buffet tables, silk draped reception areas, bars and dessert lounges had been decided on. The decorators informed about the set up and the details discussed, it was going to be one gala event at Mishra house. Prachi had awoken to find Milind missing from her side she checked the timepiece to see the hour way past her normal waking one, berating herself she rushed to the washroom quickly showering. Images of Milind's proximity kept flashing in her mind and she blushed continually recollecting their passionate kisses the night earlier. They had kept awake till the wee hours in the night discussing everything and anything with Milind fuelling her desires for him exploring her soft form his ruggedness invoking her. She was already missing him and it was just eleven dialling his number she let the cell ring waiting to hear him "Good morning" his husky voice had greeted her. "Good morning" she had smiled against the mouthpiece " Mujhey uthaya kyun nahin?" she had complained in loving tones. "Jo sapney dekh rahi thii unhain purey kerna key liye mujhey uthna para per teri neend kharab kerney ka mann nahin kiya" he had whispered sensationally. "Missing me?" he had asked and she had brushed her hair absentmindedly "umm hmm" she had negated his assumption " Issi liye phone kiya na" he had grinned "Haan isi liye phone kiya..." she had assented shyly. "Abhi kiya ker rahi hai tuu?" he had questioned closing his eyes resting his head on his comfortable armchair.. "Aapka intezaar... jaldi aayega" she had laughed her tinkling notes seemed like music to him. "Jaldi aaunga" he had promised blowing her a kiss and she had responded in kind. Just then the door had been knocked on she bid him a fond farewell and opened the door to see a sulking Preeti stand outside. "Kiya hua jaanu?" she had kissed the child who had probably been searching for her and now stood encircling her leg with her small hands. Picking her up in her arms Prachi had proceeded downstairs to find the family awaiting her Sapna and Saadia sat discussing their wedding gowns highly perplexed to see a third one wrapped and sealed. "Prachi yeh teesra shayad ghalati sey aa gaya dekho" Sapna had held it out to her and she had smiled taking it from her "Nahin ghalati sey nahin aaya yeh mera lehenga hai Milind ney khareeda hoga" she had informed them. "Per tumhari to shopping ho gayi thii na?" Premlata had asked in confusion "Maa actually Milind or main bhi shaadi ker rahey hain?" she had dropped the bomb on them. Hidden behind the morning paper Baba had smiled a content smile so finally his son had come to accept her as his life partner. "Per beta tum dono kii to shaadi ho gayi haina?" Bua had butted in "Jii Bua per aap sab hii ne to kaha tha keh shaadi aapki nazron key saamney nahin hui bas is liye Milind ney socha hum aap logon key saamney pherey ley lein to aapka ashirvaad bhi mil jaayega" she had spun a tale satisfying Bua.The rest of the family members were excited about the triple wedding affair and Prachi had revelled in their happiness. A Sangeet and Mehendi ceremony was to be held that evening for the three brides to get their hands painted on while the men were supposed to rest that day.

Milind waited impatiently for Prachi to return to the bedroom who seemed to be taking forever to come up tonight. He had had to spend the entire evening with Ali, Farzad and Faisal cooped up in his room watch half a dozen men chase one ball. It wasn't that he didn't like soccer it was just that he wanted to spend every waking moment of his life with Prachi and that simply was not possible. Crammed on the Caslon sofa with Ali and Farzad he heard the other two hurl curses and appraisals at their favourite players as he stared on disinterested, consequently at some point he dozed off on Ali's shoulder who had followed suit. Soon all the men were hung or laid out on each other snoozing away while the tv screened a cheer leading squad perform at the annual competition. Prachi had the time of her life for once she could live each moment as her own without any thoughts haunting her the evening had been a blast she had enjoyed it thoroughly with Saadia and Sapna by her side. The three women had been treated like queens early that morning they had visited the Spa and beauty parlour to get their bodies pampered and cared for. The afternoon was spent lunching and window shopping while the evening had been filled with festivity. Aalia begum had brought the jewellery and gifts for Ali and his mother, Baba had presented Prachi and Premlata the same, while Ali's mother had done the necessary for Sapna. The girl had missed her mother immensely and wished her to be by her side. She had shed silent tears watching the other two girls receive gifts and had lowered her head in an attempt to wipe away the tears that stained her face when Ali's mother had walked upto her. "Beta tumhari maa saath nahin to kiya hua main to huun, waisey bhi tum meri beti ho iss liye aaj sey hum saas bahu nahin maa beti hain samjhi" and Sapna had hugged her in relief. She had feared Ali's mother reaction on her belonging to a different religion and caste but contrary to her thoughts Ali's mother had proven to be an angel in disguise. Sapna noticed she was frail and weak and hoped she could take care of her after her marriage. The girls had then listened to songs while relatives and friends danced on inviting them to join the floor. Saadia and Prachi had complied though Sapna failed to find the motivation to join them, her marriage wasn't a very promising chapter in her life. She felt as if she'd been thrown in turbulent waters and now left alone to test them with only a vague outline of a distant ship as a hope to safety. She felt unhappy and afraid nothing seemed to register as joyous or memorable it was a duty an act she had to play how could she be happy. She suddenly felt suffocated and had excused herself to run up to her room falling on the bed she cried to her heart's content. Ali who had been awoken due to extreme thirst had left the other two sleeping on the sofa to get himself a drink.

He had noticed Sapna abscond the ceremony and race upstairs he had sensed her distress and had followed her to her room where she lay weeping on her master bed. "Sapna" he had called her out and she had quitened immediately though her eyes still remained watery she had quickly wiped away her tears and had sat up expecting him to chide her. Ali had taken his seat beside her and had raised her face cupping it in his palm "Kiya hua?" he had asked and her eyelids had fluttered in confusion. Did the man never get offended by her awkward behaviour why was he so gentle, so giving there had to be something that would get to him. "Aap mujh sey kyun shaadi ker rahey hain? Main to aap sey pyaar bhi nahin kerti" she had further tested him and he had smiled though the hurt reflected clear in his eyes. "Jaanta huun tum mujh sey pyaar nahin kerti, shayad kerna chahti bhi nahin or main zabardasti ka qaail nahin phir bhi dil main aas hai keh kabhi muajza ho jaaye jaisey Moosa ney darya shak ker diya shayad kabhi mera rab mujh per meherbaan ho jaaye. Tumsey vaada kerta huun kabhi tum sey apna haq nahin maangunga per tumhain dukhi nahin dekh sakta, apney aap ko doshi maan ker jeetey nahin dekh sakta iss liye shaadi ker raha huun tumsey. Pyaar per zor chalta Sapna to yaqeen kero tumsey kabhi nahin kerta per kiya kerun keh mera dil merey bas main nahin.... woh sirf tumhain chahta hai kisi nadaan bachey kii tarah, main kiya kerun tum hii batao" he had explained to her hoping she would find a solution to his ordeal and she had simply stared at him. "Mujh main aisa kiya hai jo itna pyaar kertey hain mujhsey?" she had wanted to know. "Aisa kuch hai bhi to nahin jis sey pyaar na kiya jaaye pata nahin tumhain apni qadar kab ho gi magar phir har besh baha qeemti cheez ko apni ehmiat ka andaaza nahin hota. Phool bina yeh jaaney mehektey hain hain keh unhon ney kitni khushboo phailai, hawa bina yeh jaaney chalti hai keh uskey chalney sey kitna sukoon milta hai. Suraj chand sitarey sab hii to bina apni ehmiat jaaney chamktey hain isi tarah tum ho tum nahin jaanti tum merey liye kiya ho is liye apney aap ko kamtar samajhti ho" and she had gazed at him in wonder his heart overflowed with love for her yet why did she not feel the same emotion for him. "Kiya hum dost ban saktey hain?" she had inquired haltingly and he had smiled once again "Agar tum chaho to" he had assented. "Yahaan bhi faisla mera hai?" she had questioned amazed at his generosity "Faisla to hamesha hii tumhara hoga... zindagi jo tumhari hai" he had replied and Sapna had wished she could tell him she was not worth all that love but she was never granted the time as Preeti had raced inside the room then. "Apna aantii.... talo" she slipped her small hand in Sapna's and tried to pull her to her feet causing Ali to laugh out loud. "Bas sirf aunty or chachu nahin?" he had teased the little child who bounced around them her small pigtails bobbing up and down. "Chachu chocat.." she had demanded then... "rishwat!!!" Ali had exclaimed picking her up in his robust arms, "Promise duunga per jab tum Sapna aunty ko chaachi bologi tab" he had posed a condition and Preeti had eyed him suspiciously. But the offer was too alluring something she could not turn down and had complied instantly "Bolo chaachi" Ali had coaxed and she had repeated like a trained talking parrot. "Chachi" she had cried aloud searching his pockets for the chocolate he had promised. "Bolo Sapna chaachi" he had wanted to hear it once again "Chocat" Preeti had screamed in retaliation which had made Sapna smile and she had bent forward to kiss her on the cheek. Her arms had brushed against Ali's and he had felt goosebumps rise on the parts she had grazed she probably had felt him flinch under her and had withdrawn immediately deeming the situation extremely awkward Ali had given Preeti a piggy back ride out of the room.

As the function had neared an end and the ladies congregated had departed the ladies of the house had also left for their rooms. Ali's family was also residing in the guest rooms at Mishra house since the wedding was scheduled for the next day it was decided that Faisal would bring the baraat here while Ali and Sapna would spend the next week in Mishra house after their marriage. Prachi had entered the room noiselessly to see Milind stand in the balcony his hands resting on the railings he stared at the celestial object in awe she could not help but say a small prayer then thanking God for gifting him to her. He looked ravishing in his white kurta his curls wavy andwild ruffling in the breeze he stood smiling his perfect lips surrounded by his stubble he simply was too good to be true. Prachi had breathed in deeply in an attempt to gather her thoughts she decided to surprise him and would have touched him when he surprised her by addressing her softly "Aa gayi?" he had smiled the moonlight bathing his rugged form. "Aapko kaisey pata chala main huun?" she had questioned shock evident from her wide eyes. "Aisey kiya dekh rahi hai teri to aahat pehchannta huun main" he had embraced her gently nuzzling her neck proceeding to her ear lobes gently biting the soft flesh. "Milind" she had tried to distance herself from him "Kiya hua?" he hadn't understood her hesitation. "Woh mehendi lagayi haina... " she had informed him and he had chuckled he had full control on her now. Picking her up in his muscular arms he had sauntered to the bed placing her on it carefully. Lying next to her he had studied the floral patterns on her palms admiringly she watched silently as he tested to check if it was dried or not. Fortunately for him the henna had dried long back grinning naughtily he had caught her eye. "Ab kiya iraada hai?" she had asked having an intuition on his thoughts he hadn't replied yet had laid her arms flat besides her covering her he had captured her soft lips in his own kissing them tenderly but the raging passion within him needed a vent and soon the kiss was far from tender. Prachi had feared smearing her mehendi but could not help but drown in the sea of emotions he churned within her. Milind had coaxed her to reciprocate with equal fervor and now she lay pinned beneath him gasping for breath. She gave in when he kissed her again opening her sealed mouth to allow his further entrance within her his blazing need matched by her amor so much so that they forgot to breathe and soon had to part to fill their lungs with air. Releasing her to catch up on her breath he had pushed away her tendrils exposing her milky whiteness underneath them. Planting hot kisses on her neck and travelling deeper when she gasped and he had smiled she was very inexperienced in the facets of passion and he enjoyed teasing her.

"Milind.. woh" she had started her lips trembling she feared they might lose themselves to temptation and she did hadn't wanted that if they had to make love it would be after they took their vows. "Haan woh" he had repeated seductively sucking her collar bone making her moan in pleasure. "Woh mujhey kaprey badalney hain" she had tried to make an excuse to pull herself out of her dwindling emotional status. "Kaisey kareygi?" he had asked slipping his fingers through her thick tresses enjoying their silkiness against his skin. "Mehendi lagi haina haathon per" he had reminded her and she had looked at her hands apprehensively. The henna was sure going to create a problem "Tuu chahey to main madad ker sakta huun" he had offered and she had denied it immediately "No thanks main ker luungi" she had risen then hastily leaving his side. He looked on amused as she opened the wardrobe with difficulty only to face another dilemma she didn't have anything besides sarees and draping one was definitely not a good idea then. She stood perplexed when he sauntered up slowly pulling out his kurta for her "Aaj yeh pehen ley.... kam az kam chey metre to nahin hain... main pehna duun?" he had offered again and she had held the proferred kurta in her arms. "I'll do it" she had smiled in gratitude her cheeks pink with exhileration and had trudged up to the changing room. Twenty minutes later when she still hadn't emerged from within it Milind had knocked on the door. "Prachi agar saari raat yahin guzarni hai to bata do main soney jaa raha huun" and she had opened the door still clad in her lehenga. "Now do I help?" Milind had asked and she had lowered her head in submission "Waisey bhi pehli baar to nahin ker raha main" he had tried to ease her when she had allowed him to proceed. He had unpinned her dupatta then and had unhooked her blouse when she had turned away from him "Aap lights band ker dijiye please" she had requested. "Kyun?" he had trifled his eyes dancing with mischief and Prachi had averted her gaze "Please" she had requested refusing to meet his eyes. "Kal kiya kareigi... kal to lights nahin band kerunga" he had warned her and she had felt her cheeks redden in compunction. He had complied then switching off the lights pitching the room in total dark. Pulling away the curtains he had allowed enough light to illuminate the room he saw her silhouette stand near the bed approaching her he had taken off her clothes drawing her bare form to him he felt her shiver slightly in his hold. "Darr lag raha hai mujhsey" he had whispered in her ear acknowledging her fear as her body tautened in his arms her breathing ragged. "Darr to lag raha hai per aapsey nahin... khud sey" she had confessed softly burying her face in his chest and he had cupped it tracing her lips with his fingers he had guided them to his own letting his hands roam free on her exposed skin. She had found it difficult to keep her palms straight open not to clutch his kurta in euphoria, run her fingers across his stubble and had whimpered the longing for him overpowering her. Understanding her predicament Milind had released her probing for the kurta in the dark he had slid it on her upheld arms pulling it down deftly. Helping her on the bed he had pulled up the covers blanketing her lying beside her he had tried to sleep when she had snuggled upto him tempting him and he found he couldn't resist slinging his arm across her possessively. "Milind.." she had called out and he had kissed her forehead in answer "humari shaadi main kitney ghantey hain?" she had asked and he had laughed aloud. "Abhi baara bajey hain to puurey bees ghantey" he had told her playing with her hair "Itey saarey" she had murmured in disappointment. "Bas thora intizaar... phir to hum saath hongey hamesha key liye" he had whispered and she had nodded in agreement "Hamesha hamesha key liye." feeling his lips find hers and as the night deepened so had their ecstasy

Part 68

Premlata and Baba stood admiring the three young grooms dressed to kill that night each stood out in their own particular way looking ruggedly handsome and charming. Milind had donned a black sherwani with exclusive bead and threadwork weaving intricate patterns in grey and silver. His curls cut short gave him a smart look matched with a trim stubble and moustache. Ali had on a cream coloured sherwani with camel threadwork and a matching stole he hadn't bothered with his looks but looked ravishing as usual while Faisal beamed clad in a white sherwani with exclusive zari embroidery looking as smart as a pin. Premlata had performed the aarti for all three so that they may be protected from the evil eyes of all and had led them down to the mandap where the pundit awaited them keeping the holy fire blazing. A nikhah khuwan too was present to read the marriage vows for Ali Sapna and Faisal Saadia. It had been decided that Ali and Sapna would have both a muslim Nikah followed by a hindu ritual of completing the rounds around the holy fire so that their marriage would be solemnized in light of both their respective religious beliefs. As the grooms greeted the guests assembled for the triple wedding affair the brides had a hard time putting the finishing touches to their appearances. The three women looked ethereal in the gorgeous wedding outfits chosen by their grooms for them. Milind had picked a scarlet georgette lehenga with ornate embroidery and colour combination in green and blue for her the stone work was captivating. She looked stunning wearing the matte gold choker encrusted with emeralds, rubies and sapphires complete with matching earrings and tikka. Fixing her necklace in place she helped pin Saadia's heavy dupatta on her head with hairpins who looked beauteous in a royal blue lehenga with beads, sequins and embroidery in silver with engraved borders. She had worn the moon stone necklace Milind had gifted her and Prachi had recalled the lunch with him at the hotel that afternoon smiling over fond memories. Sapna had helped Prachi looking exquisite in a rust shaded designer lehenga with appealing and contrasting stone,resham and bead work in bottle green and blazing orange, her matching dupatta was held in place with style her jewellery eye catching a gold plated traditional set devoid of any stone work. She was the most elegant of the three while Prachi exuded innocence and beauty Saadia personified piety with traditional charisma. As the brides had descended the thick carpeted marble stairs the grooms along with the other guests were simply spell bound. Milind had winked at Prachi catching her eye and she had blushed making him want to whisk her away to the confines of his bedroom. Ali gazed mesmerized at Sapna's bewitching splendour she had met his eye then and had lowered hers instantly not being able to with stand his fiery gaze that longed to own her. Saadia had evaded making eye contact with Faisal who had hoped she would look up at him but was sadly not fortunate enough as his brother in law and friend.

Since Milind was the eldest of the three his wedding was to go first Prachi was led to the mandap erected in the center of the hall Milind had settled for a traditional design with a twist. A circular structure supported by cream roman pillars enhanced with ivy and gold chiffon drapes looked breath taking set again the royal crimson carpeting underfoot. The other brides had been escorted to the wedding stage fashioned a bit further down the hall soon they sat on plush cream velvet sofas awaiting their turn pulses quick and heart beats racing at break neck speed. As Prachi took her seat beside Milind in the mandap he had smiled at her and she had shyly lowered her gaze. Premlata had tied Milind's stole to Prachi's dupatta smiling at their bless the rituals were followed and Milind had filled her hair parting with the vermillion. Standing up they had taken the rounds of the holy fire and had proceeded to receive the blessings of their family. Up next were Ali and Sapna who had followed the same procedure. Premlata had stepped forward to complete the rituals for her giving her hand in Ali's causing Sapna's eyes to go watery who had desperately wished for her mother to be by her side thus completing the hindu religious customs of marriage. The mualvi was summoned to the wedding stage next where he was joined by Ali and Sapna who took their seats on the sofas the entire stage was adorned with stylish gold headed sofa sets accessorized with designer cushions and floral chains comprising of orchids and lilies. "Kiya aapko Mohammed Ali wald Ehsan Khan sey nikah be eiwaz haq meher 5 lakh rupey sikah raijulwaqt qubul hai?" Do you accept being wedded to Mohammed Ali son of Ehsan Khan with a sum of five lakh rupees as haq meher (bride's rightful money)?" the mualvi had inquired of Sapna and she had felt her knees go weak taking a deep breath she had assented thrice "qubul hai." I accept Ali had taken his vows in similar fashion proceeded by Sadia and Faisal.

The vows solemnized the marriages and as the mualvi had finished with the prayers for the new couples to lead happy wedded lives Farzad and his friends had distributed dried dates and sweets amongst the guests gathered. The newly weds had then lined up on the sofas side by side receiving gifts, bouquets, blessings and wishes from friends and family. Baba had taken an inspective round of the hall to see that the caterers had gotten the food ready. Preeti had been allowed to go sit on her father's knee while her mother doted on her. She looked like a miniature doll dressed up in a small jade green lehenga with a matching choli her hair free of any restraints fell in layers around her face framing it beautifully. Premlata had felt her heart finally at peace it sometimes bothered her to think that she hadn't been present at Prachi's wedding but today her heart was content. Her joy had been heightened greatly when Bobby and Soumya had arrived from Pune earlier that morning Milind had called them back informing them about the triple weddings at his house inviting them to join the family at the momentous occassion. Bobby had struck up a good friendship with Farzad as they both had a keen interest in computer games Naintara hounded Soumya with her latest fashion ideas while Bua sat chatting with Daadi, Aaliya begum and Ali's mother in a far corner. Soon dinner was served and the guests had filed away to the silken draped and canopied buffet tables in the lawns outside. The dinner comprised of Chicken tikka masala, lamb korma, chicken jalfareizi with mixed vegetable kofta, palak paneer, sweet corn masala. Zafran pilau and Biryani, gajar ka halwa, kheer and ice cream were amongst the desserts along with assorted condiments of yoghurts, naans, achars, tea, coffee and fruit juices.The grooms sat chatting animatedly on the soccer match watched the previous day while the ladies rested passing each other polite smiles all three equally puzzled and anticipating of the wedding night that was soon to follow. Prachi noticed Sapna sat silent she had tried to relax her by telling her jokes about Ali and pretty soon Saadia too had provided them with a tit bit or two informing Sapna about his likes and dislikes. Amongst all this Sapna had found Ali to be a simple yet disciplined man and her respect for him had increased ten folds. The waiters had served them dinner though it remained untouched none felt the need to eat some due to heightened desire, others due to anxiety and one in particular out of fear.

The guests had finally bid their farewells and soon Aaliya begum had headed the small party of relatives accompanying Faisal and Sadia to Milind's hotel where a honeymoon suite had been booked for them that night. Saadia had been overwhelmed with sorrow and broke down crying hard as Ali had hugged her gently kissing her hair. He had always treated her like his own daughter and felt immensely saddened to see her depart but was happy too to have fulfilled his duty as a brother. She had hugged Milind too and he had promised to keep a tab on Faisal lest he annoy her making her smile she then took blessings from her mother and the elders of the Shah and Mishra family. As the black decorated Cadillac taking Saadia and Faisal had rolled away on the drive way out of sight Ali had wiped a lone tear from his eye. The other two brides had been taken away to their respective bedrooms to await their grooms. Milind had consoled Ali and they had taken care of the caterers and decorators before trudging off to their rooms. Sapna sat veiled in one of the elaborately decked guest rooms her hands shivered as she envisioned the proceedings of the night, finally it was over with she as officially Mrs Ali Ehsan Khan. She closed her eyes in misery her mind may have accepted Ali as her husband but her heart still could not give him the required status in her life. She had promised herself to give herself to him freely yet feared that their amalgamation would remain a physical process for her. She desperately wished she had never met Shashank her life would not have been such a mess then. She sat pondering on the chain of events that had landed her here in this bedroom wedded to a total stranger when she heard the door knob move. Her body stiffened and she withdrew immediately Ali had entered to find her await him locking the door behind him he stood transfixed. Tonight he had achieved an impossible dream... Sapna, but he knew it was still a dream for him he may have managed to seek her companionship but her heart did not belong to him. Clearing his throat he had made her aware of his presence near her he saw her fingers tremble and had guaged her anguish. "Sapna" he had called out and had felt her head rise a bit though she still remained in the same position huddled beneath the heavy dupatta. Sighing he had kicked off his kohlapuris and joined her on the bed "Mujhey to laga tha hum dost hain" I thought we were friends he had smiled watching her knuckles turn white as she clutched her hands in distress fearing his touch. "Ab yeh do ton ka dupatta khud uthaogi ya main uthaun?" Now are you going to remove this two ton weight off you yourself or should I? he had joked and Sapna had smiled nervously he could see the pressure on her hands had relieved which meant his tactic was working.

He had then gently lifted her heavy dupatta to reveal her enchanting face her lips trembled while her shaded eyes remained downcast. For a moment he had wanted time to stop for him to be able to savour her extravagance she sat still eyes lowered to her hands when she had not found him moving she had been forced to raise her eyes to his own. She saw him watch her dumbfoundedly visibly mesmerized and had blushed at his plain nature, picking up the glass of milk from the side table she had offered it to him. "Yeh.... aapkey liye hai" This is for you she had said softly causing him to snap back from his trance. "Sirf merey liye?" Just for me? he had asked "Ji?" Yes Sapna had replied not understanding him. "Tum aadha piyo phir main piyunga, khana hum dono ney nahin khaya to yeh merey akeley ka kaisey hua" You drink half of it I'll drink the rest, we both didn't have dinner how could I drink it all alone he had reminded her. Sapna had wanted to negate the idea when he held the glass in his hand closing his fingers on hers and directed it to her lips. She sipped in submission and had wanted to hand him the glass back when he persisted and made her drink half before gulping down the rest of it. "Per yeh to aapka tha" But this was your's she had certainly felt unhappy "mera nahin humara tha samjhi aaj sey tum or main juda nahin" not mine but we're together remember he had explained smiling. He had then pulled out a wrapped gift from the drawer handing it to her and she had accepted it with gratitude opening the box she found an exquisite pair of crafted anklets in gold. They were elabotarely done and appeared fabulous "Yeh to buhut khoobsurat hai" these are beautiful she had smiled genuinely pleased at his generous gesture. "Tum sey zyaada nahin" not more than you he had mumbled yet she had heard him and had smiled perfunctorily "Pehno gi nahin" won't you try them on he had asked. Ali had bought them a long time back he had not known then that one day he would be gifting them to her as a wedding gift though back then he had thought of asking Prachi to give them to her as a gift from her. "Aap pehna dijiye" can you put them on she had whispered raising her lehenga a bit to reveal her shapely delicate feet he had looked at her questioningly and she had smiled "Aap hii ney to kaha tha hum dost hain, or dost honey key naatey itna haq to banta hai aapka keh apna laaya hua gift mujhey pehna sakein." You said we were friends and as a friend you have the right to make me wear the gifts you bring for me. Ali had unhooked the anklets from the velvet casing and tied them around her ankles as she with drew her feet they had tinkled filling the room with their rhythmic music. Sapna could not understand why Ali stalled their union she wanted it to be over with and awaited him to make the first move yet when he did not show any such inclination to that deed she studied him carefully.

Picking up his pillow he had placed it on the sofa nearby "Tum yahaan so jao main wahaan theek huun" you can sleep here i'll be fine there he had understood her questioning eyes and provided her with the answer. When she still looked on confused he had elucidated on it "Main jaanta huun Sapna tumhaarey dil main merey liye koi jagah nahin, jab tak tum mujhey apna nahin leti main tumhain nahin chuunga is liye keh bina pyaar key milan ka koi matlab nahin hota or is liye bhi keh mainey tumhain hamesha khush rakhney ka vaada kiya hai apney aap sey phir zabardasti kaisey kerun tumharey saath?" I know Sapna you do not love me till you start having feelings for me I'm not going to touch because I believe a union devoid of love is meaningless. I've promised myself to always keep you happy how can I then force myself on you? Sapna had looked on dazed "Hum.. aaj" Tonight... we are she couldn't find the appropriate words to convey her amazement "kuch nahin kareingey" not going to do anything he had smiled at her. Sapna could not help but shed tears of happiness all her fears had proved hollow Ali had not only understood her dilemma but also had not forced himself on her. Ali had been depressed to see her that way "Ro kyun rahi ho Sapna?" Why are you crying Sapna Ali had asked terribly hurt to see weep "Main aapka ehsaan kaisey chukaungi" How can I repay your generosity she had sobbed. "Yeh ehsaan nahin farz hai mera or please issey ehsaan mat samjho mera pyaar ehsaan nahin mera junoon hai, meri zindagi ho tum Sapna" This is not generosity it's my duty and please don't term my love for you as a generous gesture my love is my motivation, you'r my reason to live Sapna he had pleaded wiping away her tears tenderly. "Or aaj vaada kero mujhsey" Promise me tonight he had held out his palm while she gazed at him through moist eyes "kabhi khud ko takleef nahin dogi or bilawajah ro gii nahin" You'r not going to hurt yourself further or cry unnecessarily he had demanded his palm still out stretched. Placing her flowery hand on his large one Sapna had consented "Koshish kerungi" I'll try she had told him honestly. "Tum change ker key so jaao" You change and sleep now he had instructed her leaving for the washroom to change in his comfortable kurta instead of the itching sherwani. Sapna had slowly gotten off the bed hearing her anklets ring as she walked to the dresser taking off her jewellery she tried to unpin her dupatta which was stuck fast to her dress but failed even after countles attempts. Ali had finished changing by the time and stood watching her tug at the pins wiping his face off the water droplets he had offered help. "Main ker duun" Can I help and Sapna had assented standing still as his hands worked deftly at the pins unfastening them and soon her dupatta lay on the floor. Freeing her hair from the constraints of the net required to bunch them in a bun she shook her head to loosen her thick hair falling in waves around her shoulders. It had taken a lot of self restraint on Ali's part to tame his wild heart and proceed to the sofa hoping to shut out her tempting image from his mind he placed his arm over his forehead and tried to sleep. By the time Sapna had returned from the washroom dressed in a revealing night gown he had already gone to sleep tired by the long day he had had. Picking up the blanket from the bed Sapna had draped it over his languid form sprawled on the spacious sofa he had proved to be more caring considerate and thoughtful than she had imagined and had gone to sleep herself her heart at peace.

Prachi stood near her bridal bed her mind churning with vagrant thoughts her stomach wrung in agony, how was she going to face him like this. She was a mess no one knew that but he deserved to know it all before they completed their marital vows. How was she ever going to tell him that she looked ugly and hideous beneath the finery she wore. She cast a helpless glance at her surroundings. Their bedroom, she had imagined this place to be her haven a place where she could forget her sorrows and live life completely. It looked exotic done up in Madonna lillies, he knew she loved flowers and had got the room stocked with them. Fresh rose petals were strewn on the massive Mahogany bed, he had asked her to pick everything for the new decor .From the pastel shaded lace curtains to the rich persian carpet underfoot, it was beautiful, wonderful and her heart filled up to think it would all be a dream once he came to know of her real form. She would be like the princess banished from her kingdom for being ugly. She heard the door click shut behind her, her heartbeart raced as she heard his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. With bated breath she awaited him , she felt his hands slide across her waist as he embraced her from behind. He felt her body tauten as he held her close, why was she afraid of him he had thought incredulously it was not the first time he was touching her. Turning her around he studied her face. It seemed she had lost all colour from it, her eyes were down cast as if awaiting punishment for a grave crime. Placing his index finger beneath her chin he lifted her face to his own and her glistening eyes had met his "Kiya hua Prachi? Tuu itni kyun pareshaan hai?" What happened Prachi why are you so upset? he had asked worriedly. "Dekh agar tuu yeh nahin kerna chahti to theek hai main tujh per koi zabardasti nahin kerunga" Listen if you don't want this we're not going to do anything he saw relief flood in her eyes as he gently released her. He had turned to leave when he felt her soft hand on his wrist "Mat jayiye Milind" Don't go Milind she had pleaded. He looked at her utterly confused, she seemed perplexed in her own accord, she appeared ethereal in her wedding dress. The one he had so lovingly brought for her. It fit her body as if it were made for it, her curves accentuated by the rich scarlet fabric embroidered in forest green and deep sea blue. Her floor length lehenga matched her expertly done blouse as it hugged her waist sensuously. He saw her stare at the floor and then at her hands, her lips trembled in fright or excitement he had yet to determine. He walked up to her slowly and held her cold hands in his own."Kiya hua?" What happened? he had asked softly and that had been the moment when she felt she could not hold it within her anymore. Tears slid down her cheeks as she cried her chest heaved as she sobbed this was not what Milind had expected. He released her hands which she had quickly used to cover her face surprised by her inexplicable behaviour Milind had tried consoling her. "Kiya hua Prachi tuu ro kyun rahi hai? tujhey koi chot lagi hai kiya? Kisi ney kuch kaha tujh sey?" Why are you crying Prachi are you hurt? has anyone said something to you? he had inquired in anguish and she had shaken her head in the negative. "Phir kiya hua ro kyun rahi hai.... bol na" Then why are you crying... tell me he had implored pulling her close to him and she had buried her face in his chest, hugging him tightly. "Milind...... main....... aapkey..... qaabil... nahin" Milind.. I'm not... good enough... for you she had confessed between sobs. "Main ... achi ... nahin huun" I'm not nice enough she was hiccuping now. He pressed her closer so this was the reason. He knew she did not deem herself physically fit for him but little did she know that he had seen the scars a long time back. He wished he had told her had known all along but he let her vent out her misery through tears.

That fateful night when Shashank had tried to rape her he had left lasting scars on her body and soul. He hugged her silently till her sobbing subsided to some extent "Prachi" he had murmured kissing her hair. "Mujhey malum hai tujhey kiya chinta hai...." I know whats plaguing your mind he had felt her grip tighten around his waist her heart threatening to burst any minute. "Uss raat jab hum beach waaley ghar per they mainey woh nishaan dekh liye they...." That night when e were at the beach house I had seen those scars he had broken this news to her as gently as possible. Nonetheless it still was a shock for her, pulling away from him she had stared at him in agony "Aapko malum tha .......to mujh sey kaha kyun nahin" You knew about it... then why didn't you say anything she had questioned him in evident pain. He understood her anguish and wished there were any other way of doing it but he had to be honest with her. He had married her and had promised to share his life with her that meant sharing every aspect of it. Prachi had turned away from him crying uncontrollably he walked upto her embracing her passionately but she remained unmoved refusing to reciprocate her tears dripping on his hands. "Please Prachi ro nahin, mainey aaj tak tujh sey yeh sab is liye nahin kaha kyunki uss waqt tujh per mera haq nahin tha. Lekin aaj hai." Prachi don't weep please I never said anything earlier because I held no right on you but now I do. She had lifted her red rimmed eyes to his face and was relieved to notice the truth of his statement etched there. "Lekin Milind main ..." But Milind I... a fresh tear broke loose from her eye "Tuu meri hai Prachi, sirf meri. Tera har dukh, har dard or har sapna ab mera hai. Tujhey kiya laga sirf terey jism sey pyaar kiya hai mainey?" You'r mine Prachi, just mine. All your fears hurt and dreams are mine now. What did you think I just loved your physical appearance.He held her face in his palms tenderly as her hands travelled up to his wrists caressing them with love. Kissing her tears away he had kissed her closed eyes "Teri aatma sey pyaar kiya hai mainey Prachi, dil sey tujhey chaha hai, yeh nishaan merey liye koi maainey nahin rakhtey. Tuu jaisi bhi hai merey liye duniya kii sab sey haseen larki hai, samjhi" I've loved your soul Prachi, loved you from my heart, these lacerations mean nothing to me. No matter how you look you'r the world's most beautiful woman for me, understand and Prachi had let out a small whimper as she buried her face in his chest once again soaking his kurta with fresh tears. She couldn't believe fate could be so generous he had known it all and accepted her with her disfiguration she could not have been more happier. Smiling to himself Milind had picked her up in his arms carrying her to the bed, he placed her carefully on it. She sat still her eyes laden with a shy smile playing on her lips. Lifting her face he bent down to kiss her painstakingly on her lips savouring their supple sweetness as she reciprocated with equal passion. She had felt him smile against her mouth and knew the best part was yet to come. Slowly and carefully he had removed her jewellery piece by piece kissing her insane.

She felt herself drowning in his magnetic hold sensing his electrifying touch on her as he roved his lips on her face and neck imprinting her with his passionate signature gently pausing to undress them both. She had sighed contentedly, every time his lips contacted her skin she would tingle with titillation. Pulling her close he had lain next to her his hands exploring every inch of her body. She had felt his warmth seep into her as he covered her. She had never felt so loved in her entire life, her lips kissed his rugged cheek travelling to his nose and then his full lips brushing them assidiously. But he had other thoughts in mind as he pressed on them with subtle force, her lips gave way and he delved in deeper sinking against her sweet wet sensation. They parted to catch their breaths his hands now ran up her thighs her own hands carressed his bare back, she felt his face bend lower, his mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses from her lips, down her throat to her bosom. She moaned closing her eyes sensationally as he softly kissed her scars one by one, a sob escaped her lips, he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. "Milind" she had heard herself whisper her voice overburdened with love for him. He had returned to capture her lips this time with a fervor that snatched her breath away, he had waited too long for her and now he wanted her, desired her and owned her. Before she was pulled completely into the vortex of passion he had churned within her she had breathed softly "Mujhsey pyaar kertey hain Milind?" Do you love me Milind? His eyes had carefully scanned her face before he had replied huskily "Sirf tujh sey hii to itna pyaar kiya hai mainey." It's only you I've loved so much Not wasting another minute he had pulled her closer and felt her give in to him submissively melting in their ecstacy finally becoming his. A tear had escaped her closed eyes as her fingers had pressed on his flesh their hands interlaced moaning in a paining satisfaction arching underneath him, as their racing hearts had regained their normal rhythm after a while he had traced the tear to her eye with his lips. Some time later as they lay together in each other's arms he had felt her plant a soft kiss on his taut chest "Thank you" she had whispered and he pulled her closer snuggling up to her. "Pyaar main no sorry no thank you" In love no sorry no thank you he had whispered back stroking her hair sealing her lips with his own and they both had known what eternal bliss meant that night.

Part 69

Morning had dawned calling a fresh new start to the lives of six souls that had been linked with each other the night before. Milind had awoken to find Prachi sleeping beside him and his lips had turned in a smile he had said a silent prayer to wake up each morning with her in his arms. The previous night had been the most memorable one in their lives he had come to love life and it was all because of the woman slumbering next to him oblivious of her effect on him. Her thick eye lashes lining her closed eyes she appeared innocent and child like with just a thin white sheet draped around her she seemed to him like figure carved in marble tempting him to kiss her all over. Smiling he had found her hand placed on his chest picking it up in her own he smelt the heavenly fragrance of henna that emitted from her palm. Kissing it assiduously he had replaced it on his bare chest again, she had murmured then something inaudible clutching the sheet to herself when he realized she was probably talking in sleep. Softly kissing her cheek laying down again he waited patiently for her to wake up tenderly stroking her hair he wanted to be the first one to greet her on the beginning of her new journey with him. He didn't have to wait long as she slowly opened her eyes to make out his robust form beside her assuming him sleeping she had proceeded to gaze at him lovingly ruffling his curls slightly, what she had not anticipated though was him being awake. As his eyes flew open hers had widened "Mainey aapko jaga diya sorry" I awoke you sorry she had whispered guiltily. "Phir to roz jagana pareyga aisey Mrs Mishra" now you'll have to wake me like this each morning Mrs Mishra he had told her while she had smiled blissfully.His hands roved free beneath the sheet making her morning extra special drawing her closer he had planted gentle kisses on her bosom. As she sighed longingly he hadn't needed much encouragement after that and proceeded to satisfy her growing hunger for passion rolling her beneath him. Much later as they lay sated cuddled together Prachi had checked the time piece to see the morning slipping away. "Milind uthiye Saadia key haan jaana hai na" Milind get up you have to go to bring Saadia too she had reminded him and he had complied though not without her by his side she had tried to slip on her night gown when he had taken it away from her. "Milind dijiye waapis" Milind give it back she had demanded the clothing extremely conscious of her bare form "Ab kiya parda mujhsey" No shying away from me now Milind had smiled mischievously while Prachi had turned pink. "Milind please dijiye" Milind give it back please she had held on to the sheet having an inkling to his thought process. Balling her gown he had thrown it far away making her redden "yeh kiya baat hui ab nahaney kaisey jaun main" how will go have my shower now she had softly chided him. "Aisey!" like this he had informed her picking her up in his arms he proceeded to walk to the washroom with her, once there he had stripped off the sheet of her leaving her beet root red eyes shut tight body trembling. Opening the shower he had laughed to hear her squeal as the needles of cold water showered on her freely they stood drenched to the core. She had wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to cover her scars when he had gently held her hands in his own "Prachi tuu kyun inhain ley ker pareshaan hai mujhey in sey koi farq nahin parta... or ab tujhey bhi nahin parna chahiye" Prachi don't fret over them they make no difference to me and shouldn't to you either he had tried to assuage her tenderly. It had taken a lot of coaxing on Milind's part to help her shed her inhibitions to make her look at him without shying away making her realize she was precious to him in all forms. It was not just her physical beauty that enthralled him but her inner piety and goodness that had drawn him to her in the first place.

Prachi had blushed profusely throughout the activity sharing her private space with her husband. Tracing the water droplets that ran from his matted hair down his face in little streams kissing his eyes nose and lips slipping down his rippling muscles as they flexed inadvertently while he carried on with their baths. Watching her smile Milind had bent lower and kissed her on her wet mouth making her understand he had caught her eyeing him finishing up with the task. Soon after they had gotten dressed with Milind adamant on draping her saree for her. She knew it was no use denying him anything and so gave in wrapped in a towel she stood patiently as he chose a crimson saree with matching thread and sequins work for her. Helping her put it on he couldn't help but kiss every inch of her exposed skin in the process, he himself pulled on a clean pair of Belmonte trousers finishing with a snow white cotton shirt and charcoal black jacket to match the expensive Alligator shoes. By the time Prachi had finished applying her kohl and lipstick he had put on his shoes and socks tying her mangalsutr for her. Handing her a wrapped box he had requested her to accept a belated wedding gift from him "Milind sab sey bara tohfa to aap mujhey dey chukey hain" You've provided me with the most precious gift ever she had told him through glazed eyes "Kiya?" What? he had questioned confoundedly. "Apka pyaar or aapka saath jo merey liye duniya kii sab sey bari daulat hai" Your love and campionionship which are priceless for me she had breathed taking his hand in hers she had kissed it in devotion shedding tears of gratitude. "Prachi terey bina main kuch nahin yeh sab to hamesha sey hii tera tha or ab hamesha tera hii raheyga" Prachi I'm nothing without you all this was always yours and will always be yours he had assured her tenderly kissing her forehead. Prachi had then opened the box to find diamond earrings set in platinum she was elated and had put them on immediately Milind had kissed her delicate ears then making her believe they looked stunning."Shall we Mrs Mishra?" he had inquired offering her his arm "Yes ofcourse Mr Mishra" she had smiled slinging her arm in his, opening the door they had descended the stairs hand in hand man and wife in each aspect.

Sapna had awoken to find Ali slumbering she had followed her morning routine and had changed in a comfortable yellow and fuchsia pink salwar kameez embroidered with zari and dabka. She sat brushing her hair after her bath consequently she remembered she had left her anklets on the bed and had gone to pick them up from the mattress when water droplets from her dripping hair graced Ali's cheeks. He had opened his eyes to behold his beautiful wife ready to snatch his breath away. He looked on stunned considering it a dream but was convinced of it being a reality when she slid the anklets on her feet and their resounding notes floated in the room. Atleast his day had started on a good note, he had then entered the washroom to complete his morning routine. When he came out from there he was surprised to see his clothes laid out for him toweling himself dry he proceeded to dress himself and had joined the rest of the family for breakfast. Downstairs the family was busy with the pooja Prachi had held out the aarti for all to take their blessings and Milind had filled her hair parting with the vermilion placed at the feet of the idols. For once in his entire life he was totally at peace and had prayed with conviction and dedication asking for profound and complete happiness in his life with Prachi and his family by his side equally cherished and blessed. Ali had filled Sapna's hair parting with the vermilion even though he did not believe in the rituals he respected her belief and had complied when she had held the platter infront of him. As Sapna walked to the breakfast table her anklets had drawn attention from all assembled there. "Sapna bhabhi aapki paayal to buhut khubsurat hai" Sapna bhabhi your anklets are beautiful Soumya had complimented and her eyes had lifted towards Ali who looked ravishing in a cobalt blue Reid and Taylor suit. "Tumharey bhaiyya ney gift diya hai" They're a gift from your brother she had smiled at Soumya who had applauded Ali on his superb taste. Breakfast was quite a heavy affair as everyone was practically ravenous Ali was taken aback to see Sapna mash rusks in tea and help his mother in eating them. She was rather aged and lacked a fair amount of teeth hence Ali or Saadia always tended to her helping her with her chores but today before Ali could perform the task Sapna had been at it. "Sapna main khila deta huun tum nashta ker lo" Sapna I'll do it you go have breakfast he had wanted her not to feel burdened by the weight of his mother's added responsibility. "Aap hii ney to kaha tha main or aap judaa nahin phir aap karein ya main eik hii baat hai" You said you and I were together then it makes no difference whether you do it or I do she had replied hesitantly causing Ali to scrutinize her thought process. Was she doing it all as a part of her duty it was clear to him that she did not harbour feelings for him then why did she bother with his family and their problems.

Milind who had been watching them unaware to them had summoned Ali to have breakfast with him. He could clearly see Sapna had changed why was not the question as far as he knew his friend he understood nothing intimate would've happened between them and did not want Ali to work himself up over her wifely act. He knew if provided the correct amount of time and love Sapna would very soon accept Ali for the man he was and Milind did not want Ali ruining his chance to happiness. After breakfast Milind and Ali had left to collect Saadia as required by tradition driving carefully through the traffic Milind had glanced at his friend lost in thought. "Gift to acha diya hai Sapna ko" The gift you gave Sapna is elegant he had remarked jovially and Ali had smiled "Ussey pasand aa gaya to acha hii hoga" If she likes it ,it must be so he had replied sadly. "Ali ussey waqt dey yaar woh badal rahi hai, badalney dey woh jo kerna chahti hai ussey kerney dey.... yaqeen ker eik din aisa aayega jab woh sirf teri hogi... tujhey bharosa hai na khud per" Ali give her time she's changing let her change, let her do what she wants to do. There will be a time when she will be yours in every way. Don't you have faith in yourself Milind had eased him gently. "Haan hai per yaar samajh nahin aata woh aisa kyun ker rahi hai agar ussey mujh sey pyaar nahin to maa kii dekh bhaal ka kiya matlab hai?" Yes I do but I don't understand if she has no feelings for me why take care of mother then? Ali had asked in confusion making Milind smile. To him it seemed as they had switched places Ali stood where Milind had been a couple of months ago when Ali had guided him to his love now Milind had to do the same for him. "Kis ney kaha terey liye feelings nahin uskey mann main, nahin hotey to kabhi terey gifts nahin pehenti, maa ka khayaal nahin rakhti aaj uski samajh main yeh rishta nahin aa raha per waqt key saath woh sirf issi eik rishtey ko jaaneygi.... or dil sey chaheygi bhi" Who says she doesn't have feelings for you if she didn't she would've never worn your gifts, wouldn't take care of your mother. She does not understand your relationship with her now but pretty soon this will be the only relation she'll love and cherish Milind had assured him parking at the lot in the hotel's vicinity. Sauntering in they found Saadia and her inlaws dining on a sumptuous feast since Milind had given special instructions to his staff to take care of even the smallest detail in relation to their needs. Aaliya begum had informed him that they would be flying to Dubai later that evening and so they had to plan the day accordingly. Saadia appeared happy and content as Faisal kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear her face had lit up to see her brothers come to pick her up. Soon the trio had left leaving Aaliya begum to complete with their packing and join them at Mishra house later in the afternoon.

Once back home the women had resorted to the kitchen preparing scrumptious cuisines for the evening. Since Saadia's inlaws were in a hurry the Valima was not held neither a reception had been planned only a select few guests were invited that evening for the rasm of pag pheras to be concluded. Milind had deemed this the perfect opportunity to hand Premlata the papers allowing her to own possession of Shah mansion and a major part of her property and wealth. He had asked Vijay to get on with the proceedings soon and he had being an ace at his job given the deed for Shah Mansion to Milind a day before his wedding. Premlata could not speak absolutely dumbstruck how was she ever to repay that generous young man whom she had to come to love and accept as her own son. Watching her speechless Milind had felt remorseful at hiding the proceedings of the property accumulation from her but he had wanted it to be a surprise. "Maa aap ko bura laga mainey aapko pehley nahin bataya" Maa are you angry that I didn't inform you about this earlier he had questioned her anxiously. Premlata had sunk in the sofa in her room "Beta main samjh nahin paa rahi tumhara shukriya kaisey ada kerun" Son I don't understand how do I thank you she had finally found her voice. "Maa aap mujhey sharminda ker rahi hain, kiya koi beta apni maa key liye kuch karey to woh uska shukriya ada kerti hai?" Maa you'r embarassing me if a son does something for his mother does she thank him? he had asked her in a hurt tone. "Nahin" No Premlata had smiled through shiny eyes "Woh ussey pyaar kerti hai dher saara" She loves him a lot she had made him sit beside her tenderly kissing his forehead and he had clasped her hands in veneration. "Maa aapsey kuch kehna tha" Maa I need to say something to you he had started hesitantly "Bolo na beta" Say it son she had encouraged him smiling warmly at him. "Aap humain chor ker mat jaiye ab aadat ho gayi hai aapki, parivaar ka hissa hain aap. Waisey bhi Bobby abhi business nahin sanbhal paayega aur aap akeley itney barey ghar main kiya kereingi. Aap jaana chaheingi to main rokunga nahin per yeh ghar bhi aapka hai mujhey khushi hogi agar aap humarey saath raheingi... please maa" Don't leave us maa, I've grown used to you now you'r a part of our family. Besides Bobby is still quite young he needs time to handle the business well what will you do in that house all by yourself. If you wish to leave I will not stop you but I would appreciate if you stayed with us... please maa he had requested. Premlata sat addled staying in a wedded daughter's house was against custom and tradition but she knew Milind loved and respected her as his own mother and deemed it necessary to return what he had bestowed on her with ten folds of it. "Mera beta kaheiga to main kaisey mana ker sakti huun, main yahin rehungi tumharey saath, apni poti key saath ussey barey hota dekhungi" she had comforted him making his eyes gleam in elation. "Thanks maa" he had whispered kissing her hands in devotion and she had smiled through happy tears. After all that her daughter had gone through she had found a rare gem in the form of a husband and Premlata had thanked God for providing her with a son in her son in law.

Sukriti had called the following afternoon much to Milind's delight he had inquired about her well being informing her about his marriage. She had been extremely pleased and had asked Milind to come over to her home in the States for an impending honeymoon since she could not attend the marriage she wanted to meet her bhabhi first hand. Milind had accepted the invitation he had other plans for Prachi besides the honeymoon. The afternoon had given way to evening Aaliya begum and Faisal had come to attend the dinner hosted at Mishra house in their honour. Dinner was rather jovial with with all the people happy and gay enjoying the last moments with Saadia who had calmed considerably and smiled happily. Milind and Ali had driven them to the airport later seeing their sister off on her new journey returning home Ali had informed Milind that he would be enlightening Sapna about her mother's demise once he got to his own dwelling. A week had flown in the blink of the eye Milind had visited the office often he was not one who shunned work due to personal pleasures. Ali too had visited his garage on and off, he was a hard working man who dreamed to increase his assets through dedication and tireless vigour. The first time Sapna had seen him come back from work was a shocking event for her. She had been about to scream when Ali had placed a hand over her mouth since he had arrived rather late. His men were working at a truck's carburetor but try as they would they couldn't fix it. It had taken Ali a few moments to study the device and find a cure to it's problem although in the process he had ended up soiling his clothes as an employee sat fixing the brake oil valve squirting him with it. Sapna had thought he had been mugged with oil smears blackening his face "Aap theek to hain?" she had queried extremely panic stricken and he had had to stifle a laugh "Theek huun yaar kuch nahin hua" he had smiled at her worried expression eyes widened in fright. Wiping off the fuel he had shown it to her on his finger tips only then had she relaxed. "Aap change ker aaiye main khana laati huun" she had handed him a fresh change of clothes exiting the room. Ali could see slowly and steadily they were building up a relationship though he wondered if she would ever forgive him for keeping her unaware regarding her mother's untimely death and last rites and rituals which unfortunately she was unable to perform.

Ali didn't have to wait long for his answer at the end of the week when they had shifted to their own apartment he had narrated to Sapna about the calamity that befell her mother while she was hospitalized. Sapna had never imagined her mother not being a part of this world anymore the shock was too much for her frail nerves and she had passed out the next moment her face as white as a sheet. Ali had been expecting a similar reaction and wasn't perturbed though he feared her condition getting worse. Lifting her in his strong arms he placed her on the bed he rubbed her palms and soles in an attempt to make her gain consciousness sprinkling her face with water. He would've never told her anything had it been upto him but sadly that was quite impossible a thought. Sooner or later Sapna would've wanted to meet her mother and Ali could not lie to her forever. On gaining consciousness Sapna refused to converse with Ali she was hurt more than that offended that he had kept the truth from her for so long. When he tried to comfort her she had desired to be left alone crying to sleep, the next two days passed in silence she still would not speak to him. "Sapna I said I'm sorry what more could I do?" he had tried to make her understand but she had not answered. "Damn it Sapna try and understand for once it's not my fault if I could I would've saved her" he had cried out in frustration. "Aap ney mujh sey yeh sab iss liye chupaya keh humari shaadi main koi rukawat na aaye... itney selfish ho gaye aap... merey baarey main kyun nahin socha, keh kaisa lageyga mujhey jab pata chaleyga aap ney jhoot bola mujh se" she had lashed out at him. Her eyes were feral her anger justified but her accusations had wounded Ali's heart like a dagger had been thrust through it. How could she think he had kept her in the dark so that she wouldn't refuse marrying him how could she think so low of him the thoughts seared his soul and he considered it best to leave. He had come to know about her mother's death after Milind had asked Madhu and Yug to conduct the final rites. How and what could he have done then... but he realized it was useless reasoning with her. Wearing his shirt he had left the house for work, after he left Sapna had called Milind up who had confirmed to her that Ali was not in the favour of lying to her. But they had to since the doctor had deemed her mental health as extremely fragile, incapable of bearing any further shock or depressive news. She wept in misery ashamed at her behaviour with her husband that morning what was more hurting was his mute eyes that had depicted deep pain as she had accused him of being selfish and that cut her deeply. Completing her chores she awaited his return patiently the clock struck eleven in the night Ali still had not returned she became frightened he had never been this late earlier.

She paced her room restlessly her mother in law had long gone to sleep and she was the only one awake in the whole house she felt like crying. She could not understand herself lately she seemed drawn to Ali and that scared her she could not bear to see him unhappy, yet she still did not love him. She was becoming inexplicably complex and hated her hypocritical condition. She would think of him when he was not there his plight tugged her heart she would make sure he was comfortable and well provided with. She sat down on the floor heart broken sobbing for what she could not understand. Was it her mother's loss that pained her or the fact that she couldn't tell Ali what she felt for him ask him why did he have to be so giving, gentle and loving. She feared she may lose the guard she had built around herself, she did not wish to love again because she knew love meant misery and she was not prepared to subject herself and Ali to further torture. At last at twelve precisely Ali had opened the lock with the spare key he kept with him only to find her sitting on the floor awaiting him. "Tum soyi nahin" he had questioned worriedly extending his hand and helping her up "Aap ghar nahin aaye mujhey neend kaisey aa jaati" she had replied. "Aap bethiye main khana laati huun" she had handed him a towel to get freshened "Nahin rehney do mujhey bhook nahin" he was immensely tired and wished to retire to bed immediately. Sapna looked on appalled how was she to tell him she hadn't eaten yet waiting to dine with him. He probably was still mad at her the reason by the time she had placed all the items in the fridge and returned to the room he was fast asleep on his mat on the floor. Sapna had felt guilty of his condition and could not help but sob softly lying on the bed, Ali had been awoken due to her weeping and had sat up in alarm. "Sapna" he had called trying to make out her form in the dark, switching on the lamp he walked upto her. "Kiya hua.... maa yaad aa rahi hai?" he had inquired gently and Sapna had sit up clasping his hands in her own "mujhey maaf ker dijiye mainey aapka dil dukhaya... aap key saath itni badtameezi kii phir bhi aap ney kuch nahin bola mujh sey" and he had sighed. "It's ok ghalati meri bhi hai per uss waqt tumhain kuch batana munasib nahin tha... tumhari tabyat theek nahin thi.. iss liye" his voice had trailed off and he had wiped her tears with his free hand. "I'm really sorry tumhain pehley batana chahta tha magar haalat hii kuch aisey they" he had elucidated further Madhu's phone call from Goa two days after her accident. Sapna sat listening mutely she had lost her mother and a part of her seemed to have died with her yet quite surprisingly she did not feel the numbing pain she had expected to follow the news. True she was saddened but it was as if she knew her mother would've been happy to see her settled in life. Ali had promised to take her to Goa soon so that she may tend to all the legal matters regarding the inheritance of her house and assets there. Getting up he had returned with some food for her making her eat "Aap ney bhi to khaya nahin Ali" she had reminded him "tum ney nahin khaya to main kaisey kha leta" he had told her. "Per aapko kaisey pata mainey nahin khaya" she had questioned in surprise. He had smiled ruefully "Kabhi kabhi lafzon kii zarurat nahin rehti or merey liye tumhara bolna zaruri nahin tumharey chehrey sey hii pata chal jaata hai tum kiya soch rahi ho" he had further amazed her. Finishing up the meal she had cleared the plates pondering on his words that had evoked new emotions in her.

Part 70

Two months later

She stood in front of the full length mirror of their room the bath robe firmly tied on her slim form, she breathed in a deep lungful before slowly untying the cords of the robe and opened it slower still. What she saw was something beyond belief something she had yearned for a long time, the marks were all gone her skin was smooth and unblemished. Her lips trembled in wonder as she inspected herself in the mirror. She could not believe her eyes neither the magical transformation that had taken place. She heard the door click open hastily pulling the robe close she turned around to watch him saunter one look at her and he knew what she was upto. Reaching her he studied her face intently her eyes shining her lips pressed close longing to smile with happiness and new found confidence. He had pulled apart her robe and she had closed her eyes drawing in a deep breath as he studied her inch by inch thanking God she was all his. Sliding his arm around her waist he brought her closer to him bending lower he had placed tender kisses on her eyes, trailing his lips downwards to her supple mouth waiting for him. He had pressed against her lips gently at first the desire over whelming his senses as she parted her lips giving him deeper access. His hands had continued exploring her fine skin as she melted in his hold pressing closer to him her hands around his neck pulling him to her. As they had parted moments later he had caressed her cheek with love "Prachi ....khush to ho na?" Prachi are you happy? he had asked and she had looked up at him through starry eyes. "Buhut khush huun" Very happy a tear had rolled down her cheek which had been kissed away by him, he could see the gratitude she bore in her eyes for him. He had hugged her close then his chin resting on her velvet tresses "Tuu bhi na Prachi ..... yeh aansu teri ankhon main na aayein isi liye to yeh operation kerwaya hai." The tears don't grace your eyes was the reason we had this surgery done remember He was referring to the cosmetic surgery Prachi had undergone a month ago to remove all the marks and scratches from her body.

It was a costly expedition but Milind had appointed the best cosmetic surgeon Jane Whitehall to perform the surgery. He had been deeply pained when he had witnessed Prachi's torment on their wedding night. At times when she changed clothes she'd stare at her marks her mind flooded with agonizing memories of those disastrous incidents and Milind had found this the only solution to diminish her affliction. Pulling her apart he looked at her in silence for a long moment a sudden wave of desire had swept over him. Picking her in his strong arms he had walked over to the bed laying her down he quickly pulled off his clothes and in one smooth gesture did away with her bathrobe. She lay exposed shy but happy her cheeks flaming as she saw him gaze at her with love. He had touched her gently and had heard her moan contentedly he smiled as he kissed her on the lips deeply aroused. She had read his thoughts and had let him lead her on afterall wasn't that what she herself wanted. She felt love in it's complete form pulling him closer she had melted in his fiery embrace. His passion amalgamated with her desire she had chanted his name in extreme ecstasy as she felt him working moving sinking within her. Much later as he lay asleep beside her she had watched him fondly circling his cupid lips with her thumb pad she had kissed them gently her heart filled with appreciation and love for him. They had come to the States for their honeymoon also because Milind had wanted to get her surgery done and in the course meet his sister Sukriti who lived a happy life with her husband Saket and a year old son Saahir. Saket too owned a chain of motels in the Sates though he had inherited the business and now worked it in coordination with his brother who resided in Vegas. Prachi and Sukriti had soon become good friends Sukriti was immensely overjoyed to see that her bhabhi was not only beautiful outside but had a heart of gold too. She missed Preeti who had stayed behind Baba had not wanted her accompanying them as he knew that while undergoing surgery Prachi would not be able to take care of her.

Moreover he wanted Milind to spend some time alone with Prachi so that they could bond on a more intimate level and use the time together to understand each other better, these few days would prove pivotal in forming the base of their relationship. Their stay at Sukriti's house in California was short but memorable Saket had proved to be a wonderful tour guide. He had taken them picnicking at the Yosemite Valley famous for its glacially carved domes, and Sequoia National Park, home to the giant sequoia trees, the largest living organisms on Earth, and the deep freshwater lake Lake Tahoe. Milind and Prachi had enjoyed the time spent with Saket and Sukriti, Saahir was a bubbly young child who was trying to learn walking. After spending quality time with Sukriti Milind had taken Prachi to Norte in Portugal it was one of the most scenic places in the world and Milind had always dreamed of taking Prachi there with him. They visited the sunny beaches, seaside resorts and picturesque villages such as Caminha and Vila Nova de Cerveira. Also the scenic natural parks and mountain ranges, such as the Peneda-Gers National Park, the Montesinho Natural Park, the Alvo Natural Park and two World Heritage Sites: the Alto Douro Wine Region and the Prehistoric Rock-Art Sites in the Ca Valley. They reveled in the beauty of the rivers, waterfalls, vineyards and fertile plots combined with the ancestral monuments in urban centres. Spending a perfect month together nights were warm with passion running high between them Prachi had completely given herself to him. She had overcome her initial shyness and now actively participated in all the games Milind conjured up enticing her to new heights of love. One such night as they lay together Prachi had expressed her wish to bear his child and he had assented knowing full well that a woman felt complete after becoming a mother. "Per Prachi woh aa jayega to tuu mujh per tawajjah nahin deygi na" When the baby comes you'll forget me he had complained teasingly. "Kis ney kaha Milind aapki ehmiat kam ho jaayegi merey liye aap hamesha ehm raheingey ... hamesha" Who says I'll forget you.. you'll always be the most important person for me.. always she had assured him placing his hands on her heart and he had laughed. "Mazaq ker raha tha" I was joking he had cajoled her showering kisses on her exposed arms and back as she lay pressed to him. "To kiya khayal hai koshish kerni chahiye na" So what do you think should we try? he had grinned impishly guiding her hands down his chest when she had nodded shyly helping him make her dream come true.

Ali and Sapna had journeyed to Goa where they had stayed in a hotel putting up her apartment for sale. The monetary assets her mother had left for her had been transferred in her Mumbaii account also the money from the sale of her house. The trip was short as Ali could not afford a longer break from his workshop he had been planning of buying another garage too and to cut the deal he had to be present there. Ali's mother had been left in the care of Premlata who had promised to look after her in their absence. After her return from Goa Sapna had buried her past behind her all that she held dear was lost and to her life held no joy. She toiled on with her daily chores like an automaton taking care of Ali's mother and his house in his absence. She had lost all sense of time and space now confined in her own little world. Though she never neglected her duties towards Ali or her mother in law, she had formed a special bond with the elderly woman who guided her about the different aspects of life. Often she would sit oiling her hair or massaging her tired legs listening to stories of Ali's childhood pranks in their chawl. Ali and Sapna had fallen in a routine he would wake up at five each morning after saying his morning prayers he would read a part of the Holy Quran and at the end of it pray for forgiveness and his family's happiness and well being. He would then go for a quick jog returning at seven by then Sapna would awaken freshening up she would prepare their breakfast and after exchanging a few words Ali would leave for work. He would not return till late at night while during the day Sapna cooked, washed and cleaned. Ali had allowed her to pursue a career if she desired but Sapna did not wish to leave her frail mother in law at the hands of a servant. She had come to love her as her own mother and felt immense satisfaction by just being near her. Her mother in law had treated her like her own daughter often talking gently to her combing her tresses as she lay with her head in her lap... she felt blessed. The holy month of Ramadan had started and even though Ali had not asked her to Sapna would awaken early at five in the morning to prepare sehri (Morning meal taken before commencing the fast) for him. She would not eat throughout the day too since the other two family members would be fasting. "Sapna tum to kha liya kero" Sapna please eat your meals Ali had scolded her when he came to know of her actions "acha nahin lagta" don't feel like it she had replied. "Kiya acha nahin lagta Sapna hum roza rakhtey hain tum to nahin tum per kaisi paabandi" what do you mean by that we are bound by obligation you are not so don't skip meals he had inquired highly irritated. He noticed Sapna had grown weak and silent that was certainly not what he wished her to be.

Though Sapna had forgotten he hadn't that Diwali was fast approaching and had bought a burgundy saree for her adorned with intricate stonework. Handing it to her he had reminded her "Tumney diwali key liye kuch khareeda nahin iss liye mainey socha main hii ley jaun." You never got anything for Diwali so I thought I'd buy it for you He had wanted her to forget her past and start life anew yet what he did not comprehend was that each new day dawned a different aspect of his remarkable nature to her making her feel shameful of her past deeds. She felt misplaced in his life and wondered how patient and caring he was never chiding her, bearing her disregard in silence. Sometimes she wished he would shun her, get angry at her but he never did even if she made blunders. The first meal Sapna had cooked was a disaster, she had never been fond of cooking and loathed it. But here her mother in law was not in a position to dedicate herself to the culinary task being an asthma patient the heat and the vapour got to her making her cough and lose her breath. Ali had made breakfast the first day at their apartment he assumed she knew how to cook directing her to the kitchen showing her the contents different cabinets held and had then left to work. That night he had returned ravenous only to find a lentil soup that had enough water in the name of gravy to feed the entire neighbourhood. Though inexperienced at the skill Sapna had attempted to make rice which had turned a musty brown at the edges. She had tried to cook asking Premlata for instructions over the phone but her lack of knowledge in the field had proved catastrophic. One look at her face and Ali had known she had prepared the food and now feared his wrath. He had not uttered a single word and had proceeded to eat the bland meal stopping her from following suit. She watched astounded as he finished his share and helped her clear the plates he had left then returning shortly with a dinner comprising of vegetable curry and rice for her. "Yehi laana tha to phir woh kyun khaya jo mainey banaya tha" If you had to go get this why did you eat the food I had cooked she had inquired confused at his behaviour. "Woh tumney banaya tha merey liye, nahin khata to dukh hota keh tumhari mehnat ka kuch sila haasil nahin hua or yeh tumharey liye hai kyunki woh tum kha nahin paogi" You had cooked that for me, if I wouldn't have eaten it I would've felt hurt thinking your hard work was not rewarded. This I bought because I know you won't be able to eat that and Sapna's eyes had clouded. He had then proceeded to feed her when she insisted he have some he told her he had dined already. He had jotted down a few recipes he knew for her writing in detail the time and content required for each one also the procedure to be followed and had handed them to her for her help.To Sapna Ali had gradually become someone she respected and felt for, what though was the big question. There were times when she wished she could bare her heart to him and ask him why she felt that way what was it that had changed in her. She tried in vain to keep him happy but everytime his eyes met hers she had a glimpse of the distinct yearning they bore for her. It was not that she did not acknowledge his love it was only that she dreaded him being brutally snatched away from her like the other people in her life she had mistaken to love.

Four months later

Milind sat poring over his files while Preeti watched cartoons on the plasma in the hall Baba had returned from his walk after dinner and had taken a seat beside Milind. "Preeti chalo soney" Preeti come lets sleep Premlata had called the little child who sat transfixed watching Tom chase Jerry onscreen. "Nayii nani" No nani she had shaken her head vigourously in the negative sidling towards her father's legs relaxing on them for support. Milind had gestured Premlata to let her be who had smiled seating herself beside him. As expected by them Preeti's eyes had drooped and soon she was slumped against Milind's legs in a deep peaceful sleep. Prachi had emerged from the kitchen finishing her chores and had wanted to pick up Preeti when Premlata had stopped her filling the child in her arms. "Maa aap ney to iski puuri zimmedari ley lii" Maa you've taken up all her responsibility she had complained watching her mother pat her slumbering daughter. "Kiya kerun tum to itni choti rahi nahin iss liye ab saara pyaar isskey liye hai" What can be done you've grown big enough now it's her time to get all my love Premlata had smiled walking away to her bedroom with her grand daughter. Later that night when Milind had wrapped up his work and joined Prachi in the bed he felt she was tensed rather impatient as she kept glancing at the wall clock. She had not let him drift off to sleep engaging him in senseless talk about her trip to the mall and the different sarees she picked up that day. "Prachi seedhay seedhay bata kiya baat hai buhut ho gaya tera natak" Prachi tell me whats up with you I've had enough of it he had questioned clasping her hands in his own. "Aapko naatak lag raha hai main aapsey shopping discuss ker rahi thi mujhey kiya pata tha aap khafa ho jaayeingey jaaiye nahin batati aapko" You think this isn't serious here I was telling you about my shopping and you'r least interested. Fine I'm not sharing anything with you now she had replied hurt at his comments and he had laughed. "Yaar kitney din ho gaye tuu naraaz nahin hui na mujh sey iss liye, malum hai tuu kitni khubsurat lagti hai ghussey main bilkul tamatar lagti hai" It had been long since you had blown your fuse see how beautiful you look just like a tomato he had teased her lovingly his hands working at her gown's silken strings when she had tapped his fingers briskly. "Koi zarurat nahin mujhey makhan lagaaney kii" No need to butter me she had tightened the strings again feigning ire. "Acha chal subah tujh per makhan laga ker kha jaunga... waisey bhi bread per to roz hii makhan lagata huun na" From tomorrow I'm gonna eat you with butter breads become boring he had winked naughtily at her tickling her tummy making her laugh hysterically. As she composed herself Milind had watched her fondly he just couldn't get enough of her even after six months in their marriage it felt as if it was just yesterday that she had entered his life as his bride. The clock had struck twelve and Prachi had smiled at him bending towards him she had gently kissed his full lips surprising him "Happy Birthday dear husband. Sorry aapko itna bore kiya per main chahti thi aapki birthday per sab sey pehley main aapko wish kerun" Sorry I bored you but I wanted to be the first one to wish you she had informed him leaving him stupefied.

"Tujhey yaad tha" You remembered? he had questioned huskily and she had nodded in the affirmative. Cradling her in his arms he had graced her soft face with copious kisses. "Mera gift" My gift? he had inquired in mirth and she had smiled shyly. "Hai to per deney main waqt lageyga" Well I have it but I'll need time to give it she had whispered. "Kyun kiya khud banayegi beth ker" Why you'll make it yourself or what he had joked making her blush "Haan" Kind of she had replied. He looked at her quizzically not understanding her mysterious answers "Kahaan hai Prachi bata na" Where is it Prachi tell me he had requested. "Yahaan" Here Prachi had lifted his palm guiding it underneath her gown laying it on her stomach. Milind had felt her body heave beneath him his hand advancing up on her velvet skin. As realization dawned Milind's eyes had shone like newly lit candles "Sach Prachi" Really Prachi he had questioned softly and she had hugged him in response breathing in his masculinity that emitted off him strongly. "Thanks Milind aapney mujhey aaj poora ker diya... maa banney ka ehsaas kitna khubsurat hota hai mainey aapki wajah sey jaana" Thank you Milind for completing me. Being a mother is such a wonderful feeling and I've come to know it because of you she had whispered in his ear. He had felt as if the heavens had showered him with all their riches his beautiful wife was pregnant with his child what more could he ask for from God. Releasing her he had tenderly kissed her forehead "Yeh to sab sey acha gift hai merey liye" This is the most wonderful gift you could've given me he had smiled gazing at her amorously. "Per main kuch or bhi laayi huun" But I've got something else too she had told him reaching for a wrapped slim box in the drawer she handed it to him. Opening it he found it contained a Tag Huer watch with his name spelt on the coal black dial in diamonds "Thanks" he had smiled kissing her longingly on the lips. "Per eik gift abhi bhi baaqi hai" There's one gift that still missing he had advanced towards her gown once again helping her out of it "Konsa gift" Which gift? she had questioned innocently gasping in pleasure as his hot lips kissed her sensuously. He had not let her ponder more making her feel intense craving for him as he worked artistically on her body creating a master piece with his mouth. It had always been him making the first move tonight he desired it to be her and so had aroused her senses peaking them till she could bear it no longer. She lay breathing hard anticipating further action but he had stopped just then "Milind" she had whimpered visibly upset. He hadn't responded yet lay watching her intently his eyes asking her to do the needful, Prachi certainly had reached a point of no return and tonight she was ready to grant her husband his birthday gift. With nimble hands she took off his apparel taking his hand in her own she had made him trace her body with it and finally had kissed him deeply on the lips. When Milind still did not comply she had tenderly bit his ear lobe. By the time she was finished enticing him Milind was laughing at her innocence. She in her opinion had done her best and now lay highly embarrassed at not being able to fulfill his expectations turning her face away disappointed in herself when he had rolled her back to him. "Ho gaya!" Done! he had mocked making her redden and had proceeded to show her what she was capable of doing taking her to new heights of passion. As she lay panting in his hold some time later blissful after a scintillating union he had kissed her with love. "Mujhey nahin malum tha meri wife itniii sexy hai" I never knew my wife was so sexxyy!! he had grinned and she had buried her face in his chest kissing it softly. "I love you" she had whispered more to herself than to him but he had listened "I love you too" he had told her pulling her close enjoying a truly momentous birthday gift..... his wife near him. Placing his hand on her stomach he had slowly drifted off to sleep..

The next day they had celebrated his birthday at home as Milind avoided parties Prachi had baked him a chocolate cake Ali and Sapna had been invited too. Milind had then informed his family about the gift Prachi was going to give him in exactly seven months while the rest of the family had congratulated a shy Prachi Sapna had gazed on dazed. Earlier that morning Saadia had called after exchanging pleasantries she had narrated to Sapna that she would be becoming a maami (aunt) soon. Sapna had congratulated her and handed the phone to Ali who had expressed immense joy over the news. Sapna had felt saddened to see that both the other woman married along with her had gone ahead with their lives while she stood at the same point where she had started six months earlier. Her relationship with Ali if not deteriorated had not progressed either. He had tried his best to make her feel comfotable love her but she had not given heed to any of his advances. They led a platonic existence, the fervor she used to see in Ali's eyes for her gradually diminished and died. It was not that he didn't care for it was just that he had resigned to his fate, accepted the fact that he was meant to lead life as a celibate devoid of any passion from his wife. They did the necessary activities watched movies, went out for dinners, sightseeing and social events but there was a heavy silence that followed them everywhere. Ali had wanted to share the world with her yet she had found a new world of solitude where she lived in constant agony. As they returned home that night and prepared to sleep Sapna had decided to talk to Ali they could not keep living like strangers forever. "Ali" she had addressed him trying to focus her thoughts. He had looked up at her questioningly. "Aap duusri shaadi ker lain.... aapkey mazhab main to ijaazat haina eik sey zyaada kii" Ali why don't you marry someone else... it's allowed in your religion to marry more than one woman she had said in one go atleast now he could live a content life with another woman. Sapna had given this idea a lot of thought she understood even if at some point they did get together it would be a fruitless exercise as she had already been proved barren by the doctors. She could not let Ali fret in misery at her expense, he was entitled to living a proper life complete with a wife's love and care and the happiness of being called a father which he could never achieve if he stayed with her.

Ali stood stunned shaken to the core his shock was replaced with anger soon. His eyes blazing he walked slowly upto her holding her by her arms he made her look at him. "Acha shaadi ker luun kiss sey... larki bhi dhund lii hogi tumney" Oh really I should get married... to whom I'm sure you must've found the perfect girl too he had asked her in an icy tone she could understand the idea hadn't appealed to him feeling his hands exhert pressure on her arms. "Aap meri wajah sey" Just because of me she had started when he had gone mad with fury "Tumhari wajah sey kiya haan.. kiya... aaj tak iss rishtey main sirf tum rahi Sapna sirf tum. Tumharey liye kabhi hum nahin they sirf tum" What because of you haan ... what. its always been about you in this relationship there never was an us he had shaken her hard making her gasp in fright. "Kabhi socha tumney tumhari iss soch sey iss bartaav sey mujh per kiya beet ti hai..." Did you ever think how I feel with this attitude and behaviour of yours he had released her then his eyes going misty raking a heavy hand through his hair he burnt in rage. "Tumharey liye sirf tum ho tumhara ateet, tumhara pyaar, tumhara bacha or tumhara dard kabhi eik baar bhi merey baarey main socha Sapna. Eik pal ko bhi jaana tum sey duuri mujh per kitna sitam dhaati hai, phir bhi iss aas main jii raha huun keh kabhi to tumhain tumhari iss duniya main merey honey ka ehsaas hoga." For you its always been your past,your love, your child and your pain did you ever once think about me Sapna. Even for a moment did you think what it feels to me to stay away from you living in a hope that someday you might realize that I start existing in your world. Sitting down on the bed Sapna watched him aghast she had thought her suggestion would consider him to rethink about their marriage and help him move on in life but it had proven quite the opposite. He loved her with the same intensity he had displayed at the time he had married her "Kiya socha tumney Sapna, Prachi or Saadia maa ban gayeen to tum peechey reh gayi, shaadi sirf bachey paida karney key liye nahin kii jaati Sapna. Shaadi main do log miltey hain unki aatmayein jurti hain. Sangam sirf jismon ka nahin dilon ka hota hai per tumhain kiya khabar kis ka dil kitna dukha." What did you think Prachi and Saaia reached motherhood and you lagged behind. A marriage is not just for producing children. Two people meet in a marriage its not just bodies that unite rather their souls and hearts but what would you know how bad you hurt someone's heart. It was Sapna's turn to be astounded she stared at him in surprise as he carried on heart broken. "Kiya tum aaj bhi Shashank se" Do you still think about Shashank he had watched her intently "Ali!" she had remarked in retaliation and he had smiled in hurt. "Chubta haina jab koi ilzaam lagata hai, ghalat sochta hai, aapki neeyat per shak kerta hai" he had remarked in a scathing tone. "Mujhey bhi dard hota hai Sapna jab tum merey pyaar per iss dil key har ehsaas per shak kerti ho sirf iss liye keh tumhain khud per yaqeen nahin" I too get hurt Sapna when you doubt my love my faith my thoughts just because you don't have faith in yourself his eyes had spilled hot tears then which he had wiped away mercilessly. "Main khuda nahin insaan huun Sapna or takleef main to pathar bhi ro pertey hain tum ney to mujhey kisi qaabil nahin chora..... iss sey behter hai keh main mar jaun or tum mujh sey azaad ho jao kyunki jeetey jii to main nahin chor sakta na tumhara saath na tumsey pyaar". I'm not God I'm human and when in pain even mountains cry. You've not left me capable of feeling or thinking anything ... I hope I die so that you may be free of me because as long as I live I cannot stop loving you or being with you. Picking up his bike's keys he had walked out of the house leaving Sapna to burn in her self created hell.

Part 71

Ali had not returned the entire night neither the following morning what had come instead was a phone call from City hospital where he was brought minutes earlier. "Aap Mrs Khan baat ker rahi hain?" Is this Mrs Khan? the man had inquired "Jii" Yes she had answered perplexed she hadn't been able to close her eyes for even a fraction of a second for the whole night, she had hoped it would be Ali on the phone. "Aapkey husband ka accident ho gaya hai, aap jitni jaldo ho sakey City hospital aa jaaiye" Your husband has had an accident please come to City Hospital immediately with that the phone had dropped silent. Sapna had felt her world crumbling around her, it could not be happening. "Iss sey to behter hai main mar jaun or tum mujh sey azaad ho jao" It's better that I die and you are freed of me his words the previous night came rushing back to her, what if God had granted him his wish. Her hands shivered as she dialled Milind's number who had received her call in alarm since it was only seven in the morning. "Sapna kiya hua?" Sapna what happened? he had asked when she had informed him about Ali's accident amidst sobs. Instructing her to get ready he had clicked the phone shut, his anxious voice had awoken Prachi who had volunteered to go fetch Ali's mother back home it was obvious Sapna would be in no condition to take care of her. Getting dressed both of them had left informing Kaka about their destination. Once at Ali's apartment Milind was devastated to see Sapna sit crying Prachi had consoled her "Kuch nahin hoga bhaiyya ko Sapna woh theek hongey" Nothing will happen to Ali he'll be fine she had told her handing her shoes to her. Milind and Sapna had then driven to the hospital asking for an accident case admitted earlier that morning. Both were guided through narrow passages to an ICU unit where Ali lay splattered in blood his robust form bandaged and unconscious. "Ali!" Sapna had murmured tears soaking her face Milind had asked the doctor about Ali's condition who had informed them of it being critical. He had received several injuries though it was his forehead that had been bruised deeply the wound wasn't large but if Ali failed to gain consciousness at the end of twenty fours he would slip in a coma. The news was baffling even though Milind hadn't wanted Sapna to be enlightened about it the doctor remained adamant considering it important as she was his wife. "Doctor main kuch nahin jaanti inhain theek kero doctor, merey Ali ko theek kero please" Doctor I don't know anything just make him better she had pleaded to the doctor who had shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I'm sorry Mrs Khan but at this point all you can do is pray and wait" saying so he had left to tend to another patient. Milind and Sapna had then went inside to check on Ali who appeared to be sleeping peacefully his bruised face seemed content his eyes puffy and swollen. Sapna had sunk on the stool beside his bed taking his hand in her own she had showered it with tender kisses. "I'm sorry Ali I'm so sorry jaag jaayiye Ali main aap ko kabhi naraaz nahin kerungi... kabhi nahin" I'm sorry Ali wake up... I'll never hurt you again.. never she hiccuped uncontrollably.

It was a sad sight for Milind who had never believed it coming to this why his friend... of all the people in the world. He wiped away his own tears before assuring Sapna "Sapna tumhara qasur nahin accident tha" Sapna it's not your fault it was an accident he had tried to assuage her. "Nahin bhaiyya yeh sab meri wajah sey hua hai" No bhaiyya it's all because of me she had cried in misery. "Aaj tak main inhain koi khushi nahin dey paayi hamesha inhain dukh diya kabhi inhain nahin bataya in sey kitna pyaar kiya hai mainey. Darti rahi keh meri kaali qismat in per bhaari na parey or aaj dekhiye na yeh sab ho gaya... meri wajah sey" I've never given him any happiness always hurt him. I kept fretting over my ill fate afraid that it might effect him and look what I have done now all this has happened because of me she could not help but blame herself for her husband's condition. "Sapna sanbhalo apney aap ko" Get a grip of yourself Sapna Milind had tried to alleviate her agony but had failed as she simply would not stop crying. Holding her by the shoulders Milind had made her stand straight "Roney sey kuch nahin hoga Sapna... kuch nahin. Aaj tak Ali ney himmat nahin haari tumharey liye, tumharey pyaar key liye... mera dil kehta hai ussey kuch nahin hoga.. kuch bhi nahin" You'll achieve nothing by crying. Ali never faltered in his decision his faith and love for you... my heart tells me he'll be fine the conviction his voice bore made Sapna listen to him. "Unhon ney mujh sey vaada kiya tha mujhey chor ker nahin jaayeingey Milind bhaiyya" He promised me he won't leave me ever she had told him her face wet her eyes red rimmed and Milind had hugged her patting her head gently. "Kuch nahin hoga usse Sapna tera bhai ussey kuch nahin honey dega." Your brother won't let anything happen to him Milind had then left to call home asking Prachi about Ali's mother who had safely reached Mishra house Prachi had informed him that she would be joining them at the hospital soon. Twenty minutes later Prachi had come searching them and was immediately teary eyed to see Ali's battered condition. Nonetheless she wiped away her own tears hastily embracing Sapna who sat silent her eyes dripping in remorse and unfathomable torment. If only she could get one chance to talk to him she would tell him how much she loved him and never wanted them to stay apart. It had been foolish of her to think she could live without him because today it had been proved as a certain and profound truth that she couldn't. She had loved him always what she felt for Shashank was nothing compared to the ache that tugged her heart every time her eyes lifted to his. She had always loved him but had been too cautious and afraid to admit it to even her ownself. Embracing Prachi she had sobbed hysterically and Prachi had soothed her tenderly "Kuch nahin hoga bhaiyya ko Sapna kuch nahin" Nothing is going to happen to bhaiyya Sapna. The minutes ticked away as hours despite countless efforts on their parts both Milind and Prachi had failed to make Sapna eat a morsel or drink a single drop of water she sat mutely unmoving her heart chanting prayers. She had never been religious never prayed to God but today she wanted to. She recalled one occasion when she sat beside Ali hearing him read his daily prayers finishing them he had prayed fervently his eyes closed hands opened in profound faith. "Ya Allah mujh per rehm farma, mujhey dil ka sukoon ata ker Sapna ko uss ki khushian or hum sab ko teri rehmet" Dear God bless me grant me peace of heart, Dapna her happiness and all of us your blessings as he opened his eyes he saw Sapna gaze at him enthralled. "Aap itna yaqeen kaisey ker letey hain apney rab per keh woh aapki har baat suneyga" How do you harbour the faith that your God is going to listen to you? she had asked curious to know the reason for his poignant belief in God. "Woh to sab kii sunta hai bas hum hii nahin maangtey warna mera rab to bara meherbaan hai kabhi maang ker dekhna Sapna yaqeen kero jo maangogi uss sey zayaada hii paaogi, bas eemaan key saath maangna. Yaqeen mukammal or neeyat saaf ho to rab muajzey ker deta hai... jo bhi maangna dil sey maangna" He listens to everyone its just that we fail to ask else He is generous and noble. Try asking sometime I promise you'll receive twice of what you ask for. The thing is you must ask with complete belief and a clean heart you'll see miracles then he had smiled and she had handed him his tea quite amazed at his steadfast belief in God. Sapna had suddenly felt the need to pray to Ali's God Ali had loved him with all his heart never faltered in his prayers never once doubted Him, He had to help Ali... He simply had to. She had stood up with new found strength and determination explaining to Prachi that she needed to be someplace important she had sped home.

Once there she had taken out the mat Ali used for his prayers. Seating herself on it she had bowed her head infront of his Lord crying hot tears of repentance she had accepted all her mistakes and sins and asked for forgiveness. "Mujhey maaf ker dey, mujhey maaf ker dey merey gunahon kii saza Ali ko mat dey unhain to tujh per khud sey zyaada yaqeen hai. Ali kehtey hain tuu sab ko deta bas maangney kii der hai aaj main maang rahi huun merey Ali ki zindagi unki khushian unka saath.... mujh per rehm ker dey mujhey Ali dey dey... dey dey!!" Forgive me for my sins don't make Ali pay for my blunders, he believes in You more than in Himself. Ali says that you provide everyone who asks of You. I'm asking You today for Ali's life, his happiness and his companionship. Give me Ali... She had not known how long she stayed in that position shedding tears of sorrow, fear, pain and love. She had prayed for the one man who meant the world to her to One who meant the life to him. Tired exhausted and distressed she had cried herself to sleep sometime later she felt as if Ali stood near her. Holding her face in his hands he had smiled at her "Sapna!" he had called and her eyes had flown open. "Ali!" she had exclaimed only to find herself lying on the mat in her house the clock showed four in the afternoon she had fallen asleep. Berating herself she quickly wrapped up the mat splashing her face with cold water wiping it clean she had exited the house locking it after her on her way to the hospital. At the precise moment that Sapna had envisioned Ali calling her he had gained consciousness. God certainly had listened to her honest pleas and had forgiven her sins granting her all that she had desired because she had prayed with a pure and untainted heart with a pious will. Reaching there she was greeted by an anxious Prachi who had informed her that Milind had gone to fetch the doctor as Ali had gained consciousness. Happy tears dropped from her eyes as she heard the celebrated news bracing herself to meet her husband she had entered the ICU to find him resting. She had gone ahead and planted a soft kiss on his bandaged forehead. He had opened his eyes to see her stand beside him eyes swollen lips quivering she didn't understand how to express her elation at seeing him wide awake. He was exhausted and couldn't keep his eyes open much longer closing them shortly after and Sapna's heart had missed a beat he was still angry at her. Fresh tears graced her cheeks as she took her seat on the stool beside him she would've talked to him but just then the doctor had returned with Milind and was soon checking him. By the time the doctor had finished monitoring his pulse and blood pressure the nurse had wheeled him away for some necessary tests. The next few days were frenzied as the entire Mishra and Shah clan was present at the hospital on and off Sapna never got a chance to speak to him alone. By the time the daily visitors left he would be sedated and would lie asleep while Sapna would shed tears in silence gazing at him lovingly massaging his wounded hands and feet. She had thanked God for listening to her prayers. After much thought she had decided to convert to his religion the peace her heart bore had been due to him had it not been for Ali she would never have found God. Ali had stayed in the hospital for a week his wounds had greatly healed by the time he was discharged though one of his legs was still badly injured and he was advised complete bed rest. Sapna had come to know through Milind that the night he had left home he had gone to his garage. Staying up he worked all night on one of the jeeps at his workshop that morning he had taken it out for a test drive. What he had not known though was that the car's brake oil had finished up and the brakes were not in working condition. He was an expert driver and would've made it back home but he was stuck in a narrow lane with a school van approaching him. In an attempt to avoid collision he had to swerve his car in one of the by lanes crashing in a tree. The collision was hard he had been squashed between his seat and the mangled engine that had been caved in by the force of the crash. Some generous souls nearby had rushed him to the hospital one of them had checked him for identity where they found his ID card and driver's license. Calling Sapna up from the hospital they had informed her before leaving. One of them had stayed behind to get him bandaged and cared for taking leave after meeting Milind who had thanked him countless times for his kind deed.

The accident had rendered Ali weak his wounds though healed to a considerable extent still ached on stress he had been discharged from the hospital and Milind had driven him home. Throughout his stay at the hospital Sapna had been by his side not leaving him for even a moment the dread she had undergone of him deserting her every single day after their marriage had taken life when she had been informed of Ali's accident. The cold consternation that had gripped her insides when she had seen him lie bandaged and still on the hospital bed had taken firm root in her heart. Each time she ventured to sleep her eyes would snap open with the thought of losing Ali and she would sit up firmly, rigidly rather to keep herself awake. As if not sleeping would help her keep Ali safe, ensure that he was there infront of her eyes. Ali had understood her presentiment but had considered it best to let her face her fears it was time she made decisions on her own. He had tried to make her feel wanted, be a part of his life but it had all failed. The wall Sapna had built around her was concrete and Ali had given up hope of ever pulling it down. But the accident had reinforced his belief that there still was a faint possibility of Sapna accepting the reality. Accepting him as a part of her life no matter how minute. That night he lay on the bed his arm across his brow his body was sore the cuts were still bandaged. Inspite of the throbbing pain he had never let Sapna guage the extent of his misery. He had found her eyes ever searching, vigilant, alert as if awaiting recognition yet he did not wish to burden her with the added weight of his throes. Her past had been terribly painful as it was. Him enlightening her with his own sorrows would only serve to aggravate her melancholy and that would mean him dithering in his resolve to keep her happy always. He had closed his eyes wearily ruminating on the chain of events that had allowed him to marry Sapna but not earn her trust, love was still a far cry. She had never acknowledged their relationship beyond acquaintance and he had never pushed her to it. He had vowed to win her trust and honour to let her approach him when she felt the need to.

Sapna had entered the room to find him asleep as had been her routine for the past week she had heated some oil and had cooled it to body temperature. She had assumed him under the influence of drugs not realizing that they were back home and he was no longer sedated. Noiselessly seating herself beside him she had gently lifted his right foot and had proceeded to massage it with drops of oil, his foot had received countless wounds and was swollen. As her silken fingers worked over it he had found an inexplicable joy blooming in his heart was it really her taking care of him. Not wishing to make it come to an end he had feigned slumber and had not moved despite an overpowering desire to hold her hands in his own and kiss those delicate fingers. Midway through the exercise he had felt something soft press against his skin and then he had felt warm droplets slide down his foot. Alarmed he had removed his hand to see Sapna kiss his feet. "Sapna..." he had cried out in anguish pulling his foot back in haste. The sudden movement had caused him immense pain and his leg had started pounding he had groaned aloud suppressing it almost immediately. Sapna had moved forward swiftly "Kiya hua Ali?" What happened Ali? she had questioned in concern she pried away his hands to reveal his leg which he had been clutching to himself. "I'm so sorry" she had apologized trying to massage it "mujhey laga aap roz kii tarah so rahey hain" I though you were sleeping like everyday she had blurted the truth out in her attempt to pacify him and Ali had gazed at her in awe. "Kiya tum roz lagati ho yeh mujhey?" Do you apply this to me everyday? he had questioned quite forgetting the smarting sensation that coursed through his leg. Sapna had looked away immediately her eyes lowered in remorse she had not been fair towards him at all, his compassion and humble gestures had touched her deeply. The saree he had bought her for Diwali still remained the prime object of attention in her cupboard, she had thought she could never love anyone again. The heinous acts performed by Shashank had ripped her internally and she had found herself an empty casket devoid of a soul or any emotion. When she had married Ali it had been so because Milind had asked her to little had she she known he had granted her life. Ali was a gem a rare and precious one that was awarded after years of fatal quest and she had been presented with him even though she had sinned. She detested herself for her past mistakes and did not deem herself a suitable match for him. The rising amor she felt for him was wrapped in repentance and she had concealed it in the very depths of her being. She had thought it best to leave lest she cause him further pain when Ali had held her hand "Tum ro kyun rahi thi, kisi ney kuch kaha kiya?" Why were you crying did anyone say something? he had inquired in a troubled tone. "Kuch hua hai kiya, dekho main theek huun meri wajah sey pareshaan mat ho. Yeh to mamuli zakham hain waqt key saath bhar jaayeingey." Listen nothing's happened to me I'm fine. These are small cuts and bruises they'll heal soon. Saying so he had gently released her expecting her to flee but he was surprised to see her sit still. He was further befuddled to see tears drop on her hands "Sapna kiya hua.... kuch batati kyun nahin" Sapna what happened... why don't you tell me anything he had questioned again thoroughly baffled by her unusual behaviour. "Kyun Ali kyun.... kyun kii mujh sey shaadi?" Why Ali why... why did you marry me?she had murmured in a moist tone and Ali had averted his eyes from her face he simply could not see her that way broken and miserable. "Main jaanta huun tum khush nahin per uss waqt... khair tum agar chahti ho Sapna to main tumhain azaad kerney key liye tayyar huun. Maine tum per kabhi zabardasti nahin kii na hii kabhi kerunga." I know you'r not happy with this marriage but I thought this was best then. Anyways if you desire I'm willing to free you of it besides I never wanted to force anything on you. Though Ali had promised never to let go of her, her actions had made him come to the painful decision of setting her free.

There was no need of keeping her tied to him just because he loved her it would be cruel to her and he had wanted her happiness... always. He would have turned away had she not held him by his arm "Jaanti huun main aapkey qaabil nahin, aap jaisey achey insaan key pyaar key laiq nahin... per main" I know I don't deserve a good person like you or your love.... but I before she could finish Ali had placed his palm over her lips. "Phir kabhi mat kehna keh tum merey laiq nahin, tumhari qasam tumharey ilawa to kabhi kisi sey pyaar hii nahin kiya phir yeh kaisey socha tum ney" Don't ever say that you don't deserve me I've never loved anyone beside you how could you think of that Sapna had closed her eyes letting her tears settle on his hand. "Tumhara dil dukhaney key liye to shaadi nahin kii thi tum sey" I didn't marry you to hurt your heart he had stated in agony pulling away his hand. "Kyun itney achey hain aap Ali keh har baar mujhey maaf ker detey hain? Kyun mujhsey itna pyaar kertey hain?" Why are you so forgiving Ali? Why do you love me so? she had inquired studying his face through her wet eyes it was the moment of truth and Ali had known he had to tell her before the moment was gone altogether. Watching her steadily he had bared his heart to her "Tumhain dekh ker or koi jazba jo nahin ubharta dil main..... siwaye pyaar key." Whenever I look at you all I can think is of love... nothing else Sapna had felt deeply ashamed here was a man who had never felt any sentiment besides love for her and she had continually shunned him for his kind deeds. "Aap mujhey maaf ker dijiye Ali... maaf ker dijiye nahin to main jee nahin paungi" Forgive me Ali else I will not be able to live she had finally managed to say between sobs. Ali had been overwhelmed with bursting passion bending towards her he had gently kissed her tears away. Sapna had felt his warm lips rest on her cheeks and had closed her eyes encumbered by guilt that was the first time in six months that she had allowed him to touch her at will. Ali had drawn back then Sapna had opened her eyes confounded by his gesture taking his hand in her own she had planted a soft kiss on his palm and now it was Ali's turn to be astonished. He stared at her dumbfoundedly he could not understand the inspiration to her actions was it gratitude that drove her to such extremities or was it that she had finally considered him as her own. He dared not ask lest he scare her but let her carry on, his shock though visible in his eyes "Sach mujhey maaf ker diya aap ney?" Have you forgiven me? she had asked dubiously. "Jab koi ghalati nahin kii to maafi kaisi?" When you've not done anything wrong what should I forgive Ali had replied smiling. "Eik ghalati to nahin buhut saarii keen hain Shashank per bharosa kiya ussey apna sab kuch dey diya.....Prachi ka bura chaha, aaj tak aap ko nahin samjha... iss sab main sahi kiya hai?" It's not just one mistake there are so many I trusted Shashank gave him everything dear... thought bad for Prachi... what have I done right till yet? she had broken down completely reflecting on her tormenting past. "Sapna..." Ali had cupped her beauteous face with love in his palms "yeh sab kal tha aaj nahin" All this was yesterday not today he had tried to explain. "Uss kal kii parchaii to saari umer per chah gayi, main kabhi maa nahin ban sakti.... yeh jaantey huey bhi aap ney mujhey apnaya kyun Ali kyun?" But the effects of the past are poignant in the future .. I can never be a mother knowing this you accepted me why? Sapna found it hard to believe that her sins were pardonable. "Aulad merey ya tumharey haath main to nahin yeh to qismat kii baat hai, kiya is bhram kii wajah sey main tumhain thukra deta...... apni zindagi ko?" Children are not our to make they're a part of destiny how could I let go of you because of an illusion... let go of my life his statement had caused Sapna to shiver the realization that he considered her his life was breath taking. Ali had traced her lips with his fingers and she had allowed him to, his eyes had risen to hers seeking permission and she had closed hers in admittance.

Pulling her to him he had tenderly placed his lips on hers savouring the feeling unsure about it's duration. He wanted to show her she meant the world to him and realized words would not do justice to the love he harboured for her in his heart. Sapna had let him taste her though her guilt ate her up he was gentle and had remained patient when she had flinched afraid of becoming selfish to desire his love and acquire it when she did not deserve it. "Sapna" he had called out to her breaking free of the kiss she had lowered her gaze in compunction. "Mainey vaada kiya tha tumhain tab tak nahin chuunga jab tak tum khud nahin chahogi, I'm sorry" I had promised not to touch you till you desired it yourself I'm sorry. He had apologized and she had lifted her eyes to him baffled he had mistaken her anxiety for her disapproval. He had moved away and would have gotten off the bed altogether had she not called him. "Ali" he had stopped but had not turned around he was not going to break his resolve for a fleeting fancy on his part. He did not want either of them to regret their union it had to be an amalgamation of mind body and soul a moment they would cherish for eternity. Feeling her silent he had moved again when he had felt her hand on his shoulder. "Mujhey chor ker kyun jaa rahey hain aapney to kaha tha zindagi bhar saath nighayeingey" Why are you leaving me you said you'd stay with me forever the remark had left him irritated what did she require of him. She could not trust him yet requested him to stay "Sapna tum kiya chahti ho?" What do you want Sapna? he had asked the finality in his tone rendering it decisive. Sapna had steeled her nerves it had to be done someday if not now then never. "Aapka pyaar.... jo mera hai aaj mujhey dekhna hai aap mujhey kitna chahtey hain" You'r love that is mine... I want to see how much is it that you love me "Pyaar ki gehrai kaisey dikhaun tumhain?" How do I show you the depth of my love Ali had answered looking at her in trepidation in return Sapna had leaned forward and brushed his lips softly with her own. It had been a bold enough invitation on her part and she hoped he had understood it. The change in her touch had been felt by him she no longer witheld her desire for him. "Kiya tum..." Do you.. he had inquired searching her face hoping to confirm his doubts and she had simply nodded her head in assent avoiding eye contact. It appeared strange to Sapna that she had approached him with Shashank it had always been about him. Demanding, commanding, making her do things he wanted to but with Ali she felt the need for him the wish to be loved by him. She had helped Ali undress her, then himself her body trembling as he had held her close to him her breathing erratic. Ali had understood her dilemma a long time back and now it was time to show her how precious she was to him.

Caressing her soft lips with his at first he had proceeded to kiss her assidiously exploring her letting her drown in the over powering sensations that had driven her anxiety away. He had eased her in the act letting her participate with equal anticipation. Covering her he had further blown her senses away when his hands had traveled the entire length of her body following the rise and fall of her curves making her gasp in exhilaration. Her heart had soared when he had claimed her mouth again and had deepened their first real marital kiss as the time increased so had their passion. Ali was tender in lovemaking giving freely making her realize he was the one for her always. Her body had throbbed as he had piqued her yearning and had finally let him own her in every sense. As they sank deeper in a whirlpool of ecstacy she had whispered his name interlacing her fingers in his, he had assured her lovingly sealing her lips with his. The experience had granted them both an insight on each other. She had come to understand his love for her was unfathomable like the depths of the deepest ocean and he had recognized her longing to be loved completely by him. Much later as he lay cuddling her he had asked jovially "Dekh lii pyaar kii gehrai?" So now you know the depths of my love and she had smiled kissing him passionately. "I love you" she had declared that night and he had known it was the truth. Sapna had kissed his wounds one by one then and he had smiled "Mujhey malum hota accident key baad tum meri ho jaogi to pehley hii kerwa leta" If I knew you'd be mine after the accident I would've had it earlier he had joked and she had placed her hand on his lips. "Mujhey chor ker to nahin jaayeingey Ali? Aap key bina jee nahin paungi main" You won't ever leave me na Ali? I won't be able to live without you she had whispered tracing his lips feeling his stubble pricking her fingertips. He had kissed her fingers lightly as they brushed against his mouth "Tumhain lagta hai jee sakunga tumharey bina?" Do you think I could live without you? he had questioned honestly and she had shaken her head in the negative a tear escaping her eye as she hugged him in relief. "I love you too" he had informed her embracing her amorously their journey together had only begun as their hearts beat in unison.

The next morning while he sat sipping juice Sapna had informed him of her desire to convert to Islam. He had stared at her shocked "Yeh kaisey soch liya tumney?" How did this happen? he had asked in bewilderment she had never shown any such passion towards religion earlier. "Bas aap key accident key baad buhut saari duaayein maangi theen aap key rab sey ussney saari puuri ker deen aaj tak main itni khush kabhi nahin hui" I prayed a lot to your God after your accident and he answered all of them. I've never so happy in my entire life she had kissed his hand in gratitude. "Pata hai Ali main aaj tak pyaar ki talash main bhatakti rahi. Merey paida honey sey pehley Papa ney maa ko chor diya unho ney kabhi shaadi nahin kii thi. Maa ney jaisey taisey mujhey parhaya likhaya waqt key saath unka bartaav bhi badal gaya, woh mujhey bojh samajhti theen. Phir mujhey andaza hua unhain paison key liye kitney ghalat kaam kerney parey clubs main performances dena unkey bosses ko khush kerna" I've always been in search of love. My father deserted my mother before I was born they never got married. Maa got me educated somehow she used to work at clubs to make ends meet. As time grew so did her treatment towards me she used to consider me a burden she was sobbing now but Ali had not interfered it was the first time she had opened up to him. "College key baad mainey kaam shuru ker diya clubs main kaam kerna mujhey pasand nahin tha iss liye office main job ki Milind bhaiyya kii company main job mil gayi. Jab main Shashank sey mili usney mujhey buhut saarey sapney dikhaye, mujhey nahin malum tha woh itna gira hua insaan hai. Mujh sey shaadi kaa vaada kerta raha or mera istimaal bhi. Phir main pregnant ho gayi sochti thi meri ghalati kii saza bachey ko nahin milni chahiye ussey to jeeney ka haq hai. Eik aas thi keh Shashank apni aulad key baarey main jaan ker khush hoga shayad mujhey apna leyga per ussney hii ussey maar daala. Agar aap nahin aatey meri zindagi main to main mar jaati" After college I started working I detested clubs and the enviornment reason I started job at Milind's office. When I met Shashank he promised to love me. We got together and I got pregnant. I hoped the child would mellow him, make him marry me but sadly he killed his child himself. If you hadn't come in my life I would've certainly died she had broken down now and hiccuped when Ali had embraced her warmly. "Sochna bhi mat marney key baarey main tumhari jaan meri amanat hai samjhi" Don't even think of death your life belongs to me now he had smiled kissing her. "Jo guzar gaya ussey bhool jao aaney waala kal buhut khubsurat hai" Forget your past because a vibrant future awaits you he held her close kissing her neck and lips tenderly. Sapna had wanted to go cook food for him when he had held her to him "Aaj mat jao mujh sey duur" Don't leave me today he had requested his eyes brimming with love.

Sapna could not have asked for anything more doing away with their clothes they lay together and she let him discover her anew. As emotions ran high Ali had kissed her raw making her ache for him and when they both couldn't stand the desire any longer he had shifted her underneath him gently dipping himself in her. Later as they lay spent catching on their ragged breaths Sapna had planted soft kisses on his chest placing her head on it listening to his heart race below her. She still could still not believe she was married to the most wonderful human being ever to grace the world. "Sapna" he had called out to her playing with her thick tresses and she looked at him questioningly. "Tum ney larki dhundna shuru kii ya nahin?" Have you started searching for the girl? he had inquired. "Konsi larki?" Which girl? she had asked raising her head to meet his gaze not getting him at all. "Wohi jis ko tum apni souten bananey waali ho" The one you'r going to get me married to he had remarked with a dead pan expression. Sapna had stared at him horrified she couldn't even think of sharing him with someone else now. "Aap mazaq ker rahey haina?" You are joking right? she had asked her face depicting her discomfiture "Nahin to" No Ali had remarked impassively watching her face lose colour. "Agar tumhari khushi issi main hai to yehi sahi... main ker luunga yeh bhi tumhari khaatir" If you wish this then I'm willing to comply for your sake he had imposed on her. Sapna could not believe she had destroyed her heaven her ownself. "Woh to mainey uss waqt kaha tha" All this was said back then she had tried to explain him her heart beat accelerating as she sat up straight was he really giving the idea a thought. What would she do then how would she survive without him by her side, just when she had been blessed by his love she could not afford to lose it. "Ali mainey aisey hii kaha tha aap ney sach samjh liya" Ali it was a mistake why did you consider it true she had reasoned with him and he had acted to be shocked. "Per main to sach samjha tha iss liye Saadia se baat bhi ker lii hai. Uski nazar main hai eik achi larki tumharey saath adjust bhi ker legi" But I thought it was the truth. I've talked to Saadia too she knows a wonderful girl who can adjust with you he had assured her caressing her arms. All was lost for Sapna now he would leave her and she would be all alone again hiding her face in her palms she cried her heart out. She wept inconsolably much to Ali's expectation he knew she loved her fiercely and could not in any circumstance let him distance himself from her. "Ab kyun ro rahi ho uss waqt to barey daavey sey keh rahi thi duusri shaadi ker lein" Why are you crying now you were very adamant then go get married to someone else he had mimicked her. "Aap ko kaisey bataun main aap sey kitna pyaar kerti huun woh sab to meri bewaqufi thi aap mujhey uski sazaa dey rahey hain or kehtey hain mujh sey pyaar kertey hain" How do I tell you how much I love you that was my foolishness you'r punishing me for it and you say you love me she had reprimanded him pushing him away in sorrow. "Ab dogi yeh faltu key mashwarey mujhey?" Now will you ever give me such stupid suggestions he had inquired and she had shaken her head in the negative "I'm sorry main aapko samajh nahin paayi Ali" I'm sorry I didn't understand you she had apologized understanding the pain he must've felt when she advised him regarding the matter. He filled her in his arms kissing her bare form top to toe she still would not stop crying causing him to fret bringing up the issue. "Maaf nahin kerogi mujhey?" Won't you forgive me? he had whispered in her ear and she had looked at him in love hooking her arms around his neck she pulled him close. "Ainda kabhi darayaeingey mujhey?" Will you scare me like this now? she had asked innocently making him smile. "Kabhi nahin" Never he had promised capturing her inviting lips in his own making her revel in his amor as he ignited her senses body and soul with his fiery touch.

Days passed quickly with Sapna's care and love Ali had recovered fully and was soon able to resume work. In his absence Milind had taken care of his workshops doing a daily round to keep sure things functioned smoothly. Ali and Sapna were so much in love sometimes Ali wondered how she had ever come to hide it all inside her. When he asked her about it once her eyes had glistened and he had dropped the subject immediately. Sapna had embraced Islam with vigour and passion her new name was Saima meaning a pious and pure woman in Arabic. They had taken their vows again with her new identity this time quietly in a mosque with four close friends as witnesses. "Saima Ali Khan... not bad mrs" Ali had winked and she had smiled basking in his love that he showered freely on her. As the months advanced Prachi's delivery date drew nearer. For the past few weeks Milind had been asking Ali to buy a house next to his since his neighbour was selling his mansion settling in the States for good. "Per main itney barey ghar ka kiya kerunga Milind hum hain hii kitney log" What will I do of such a big house we are a small family he had negated the idea. "Dafa ho jaa saaley bhai key saath rehney main problem hai tujhko aaj nahin hai to kal barh jayegi family." Get lost you have a problem living with your brother if not today your family will grow tomorrow. Milind had coaxed him trying to emotionally blackmail him and Ali had given in, both his garages were doing well moreover he was dwelling on the idea of opening a car parts factory. He could import car parts and then build replicas of them at his factory selling them for cheaper rates. The venture was profitable and Milind had promised to provide him the initial finance. Soon Ali had bought the house next to Milind's and much to Saima's delight they could spend wonderful moments among family. The first night thay had shifted at their big home Saima had felt uncomfortable on the massive bed when Ali had drawn her nearer cradling her in his arms. "Ghar ho gaya, business ho gaya pyaar bhi kuch or baaqi rehta hai?" We're done with the house, business even love is anything lacking now? he had questioned cheerily and she had nodded her head. "Baaqi rehta hai.... humarey bachey" Yes there is something lacking... our children she had whispered causing him to reflect on her thoughts. "Tum kyun pareshaan ho unhain leyker?" Why are you worried about them? he had asked tenderly it hadn't been the first time she had raised the issue. "Ab agar dusri shadi ka kahogi to khudkushi ker lunga" Now if you suggest me remarrying I'll suicide he had threatened her and she had smiled. "Ali main soch rahi thi hum mera ilaaj kerwa saktey hain... kuch to ho sakta hoga.. aap hii to kehtey hain muajzey khuda hii kerta hai phir hum per bhi to woh meherbaan ho sakta hai" Ali I was thinking we could get me treated some good would come out of it. Besides you'r the one who says miracles do happen then why not with us she had persuaded him and he had assented. "Tumhari khushi main meri khushi hai Saima jii" Your happiness is mine Saima he had smiled as his lips sought hers in a blissful union.

Part 72

"And the prince and princess lived happily ever after" Prachi had closed the story book while Preeti listened to the story lying next to her. "Mumma pincess aur" Mumma princess more she had requested her mother to read the story to her once again. Prachi lay uncomfortably on her bed this was already the third time she had read it to her and now felt numb with exhaustion. It was her ninth month the baby was due any day and tonight she felt extremely tired but she had not wanted to break Preeti's heart. Gauging her anxiety Milind had come to her rescue. "Preeti jaan agar aap kahaaniyan sunti rahogi to baby so nahin sakeyga" Preeti sweetheart if you keep listening to stories the baby won't be able to sleep he had reminded her and Preeti had sat up alarmed. Gently patting her mother's protruding belly she kissed it with love. "Babiii seep" she had instructed her sibling still inside it's mother's womb and both Milind and Prachi had laughed aloud at her innocence. Preeti was excited to know she would get a baby soon to play with Milind had told her it would be her just like her doll only it would respond to her. Premlata had entered the room then to take her away as it was time for her to hit the bed or she wouldn't get up to attend her pre school the next day. Kissing both her parents good night Preeti had bounced off the bed and straight into her naani's arms. Prachi shifted restlessly on her side of the bed. She felt as if she carried a weight and couldn't quite sleep properly these days Milind had gently pulled her in his arms rubbing her sore back he felt her relax in his hold. She had moaned contentedly as his hands worked on her back soothing her aching muscles "Better?" he had asked and she had kissed his nose in answer.

Making her lean on his chest he had rested his hands on her bloated stomach feeling the baby change positions under his palm. "Kiya soch rahey hain?" What are you thinking? Prachi had asked as he breathed silently "Yehi keh eik nayi zindagi ka janam kitney sapnon key saath hota hai Preeti key waqt main jitna dara hua tha utna hii terey saath khush huun." Just that each new life is linked with so many dreams as much as I was scared for Preeti I'm happy to the extent with you Prachi had taken his hand in her own interlacing their fingers "Milind tab haalat aur they ab aur hain" Milind there's a difference between then and now she had allayed his anguish. "Hum in sab main sath hain humara bacha humarey liye humarey parivar key liye buhut saari khushiyaan saath laayega. Aapney merey har dard ko apnaya hai mujhey itni bari khushi dii hai ab aapki khushi kii baari hai or woh aapko mil ker raheygi" We're in this together our child will bring happiness for us and our family. You've always taken care of my problems it's time you got your share of happiness and I'll make sure you get it and he had kissed her temple in gratitude. These nine months had been a revelation for him he had watched his child grow inside her without any doubts haunting him. Prachi had made him attend each visit to the doctor helping him keep tabs on the baby's progress he would bring anything she desired or demanded. Once she had asked him to get mangoes when they were not in season. "Prachi market main nahin hain jaan kahaan sey laun main" Prachi it's not in the market where do I get it from? he had implored "Mujhey nahin malum" I don't know anything she had sobbed. Her sudden craving for them had her cranky and when he had returned empty handed she had cried to sleep making Milind fret the entire night. The next day Milind had asked Ravi his friend at the airport to get him mangoes in any possible way who had helped him out by contacting an exporter of the fruit in Bangladesh where the seasonal fruit was being harvested. The very next day he had sent Milind a crate and he had brought it home for Prachi who had squealed in delight. "Oh Milind aap ley aaye aam.. thank you so much" Oh Milind you brought the mangoes she smiled in jubilation eating quite a few on the spot making Milind laugh in merriment. She had thanked him after her dinner that night and had apologized on her behaviour but he had simply smiled, he had actually loved the fact that she had desired something of him. Prachi had borne her share of predicaments now he wanted to make sure she received everything she desired. Making her lie on the bed Milind had proceeded to massage her swollen feet. "Milind rehney dijiye" Milind let it be she had tried to stop him but he had placed a finger on her lips quietening her as he lay a pillow under her feet. Propping them slightly he soothed them working expertly on her soft skin. She had loved the calming sensation and was soon fast asleep removing the pillow from underneath her Milind had joined her in the relaxing exercise accompanying her in dreamworld.

Two days later as they sat sunning themselves in the garden with Ali and Saima the family was alarmed to see Prachi clutch her stomach in agony her labour pains had started. Milind had lifted her in his arms placing her in the car followed by Ali and Saima who had taken them to the hospital. Ali had driven the car while Milind sat with Prachi in his arms in the back seat "Milind" she had breathed in evident ache biting her lip. "Bas Prachi hum puhunch gaye hospital" It's ok Prachi we're at the hospital he had assured her taking her hand in his own which she had pressed with all her might in an attempt to face another wave of pain. "Milind" she had cried out again her agony escalating with each passing second soon they were at the hospital where the doctors had immediately tended to her. Milind paced the corridor frustrated as Prachi's cries could be heard outside the labour room. It was tormenting for Milind to not be able to alleviate her agony in any way. Saima had tried calming him "Bhaiyya she'll be fine" she had held his hand making him sit on a bench outside the room. The process was tedious as could be gauged by the constant afflicting yelps and screams that emitted from the room making Milind wish he had never touched her in the first place. With Kaajal he had never been subjected to such misery as hers had been been a c-section while Prachi's was quite a normal delivery. After a long wait of forty five minutes which seemed like forty five years to the soon to be dad his child had graced the world screaming in rage. Milind had dropped his head in his hands in relief finally it was over. His heart alone knew how hard it had been for him to hear Prachi that way.

Moments later the doctor had emerged from the room "Congratulations it's a boy" she had informed him. "Can I see her doctor" he had asked "Not until we shift her" she had replied walking away briskly. The nurse had followed a few minutes later handing him his son bundled in a snowy sheet. He looked on amazed at a perfect replica of himself. "Mubarak ho" Congratulations Ali had congratulated him hugging him warmly studying the child's features. "Yaar junior to bilkul terey per gaya hai" Junior has taken after you he had remarked causing Saima to agree. The child indeed had taken after Milind right from his burnished skin to the wavy curls, small button nose and perfect cupid lips. It scrunched it's tiny face up in retaliation as Milind touched it gently. "Ghussey main bhi terey per gaya hai" Even his anger is just like your's Ali had retorted as the baby let out a loud yell and this time Milind had joined the laughter that resounded in the corridor. Prachi had been cleaned and shifted to her room she lay anxious awaiting her child when Milind had sauntered in carrying their symbol of love in his arms. She had sidled away to make place for Milind who sat by her on the bed handing him her reward. Prachi had held her son touched and astounded unable to believe she was finally a mother in every sense, she gently unfolded the sheet around him revealing his small body his chest beating rapidly. "Bilkul aap jaisa hai" He's just like you she had remarked to Milind kissing her baby's miniature forehead with love. "Thanks Prachi" Milind had kissed her temple gratefully embracing them both in his strong arms. "Kal Preeti ko dikhayeingey uska bhai" We'll show Preeti her brother tomorrow he had smiled in jubilation and Prachi had leaned against his broad chest thanking God for getting it over with without any hitches. Soon the mother and son lay asleep worn out after their perilous exercise. Ali and Sapna had stolen in while Milind made Prachi comfortable they stood bathing the child with their loving gazes. Sapna's medication and treatment had started the gynecologist they had appointed was the same who had handled Prachi's pregnancy and had instilled hope in them all was not lost. Probably the doctor who had treated her after the accident was not a gynecologist in the first place and had failed to gauge the extent of the injury to her womb. Fortunately for Sapna the bullet Shashank had fired had lodged in her fetus killing it but apart from that nothing much had been damaged. The day the doctor had relayed the good news to them they had been overjoyed with happiness. That evening they had donated clothes and money to an orphanage Ali and Milind donated frequently to. Now all they had to do was wait patiently for the miracle to happen.

Preeti had been overjoyed to find a little brother accompanying her parents the next day. Premlata had conducted an aarti for them at the doorstep as it was the baby's first entrance in the house. Baba, Bua, Naintara, Daadi had all been awaiting their return anxiously. With calculated steps Prachi had entered the house carrying her prized possession Milind had swung Preeti in his arms who was literally begging him to let her hold the baby. "Papa peassse papa peeassee" she chanted all the way to their bedroom. Once there Prachi had lifted Preeti on the bed beside her. Instructing her how to fold her lap sitting cross legged so that it could accommodate the baby and had placed her newborn in it. "Kaisa laga baby jaanu?" How do you find the baby sweetheart? Prachi had inquired the young girl whose face shone with excitement. "Acha" Nice she had remarked in jubilation finally her playmate had arrived. She was three now and quite a smart kid who understood sentiments perfectly she sat cradling her baby brother kissing his cheeks and nose with sisterly love. "Mumma babii seep?" she had asked her mother who had nodded her head in assent "Abhi so raha hai thori der main utheyga phir aap khelna iss sey theek hai" He's sleeping now when he'll wake up after some time you can play with him Prachi had reassured her young daughter kissing her lovingly her family was finally complete. Milind had entered the room again this time with the baby's crib and other accessories placing them near the bed he joined his small family on it. Picking up both his children he placed them in his wide lap, Preeti had cuddled to him discussing her baby brother whom she found quite amusing and much bigger and better than her doll. The next day a pooja had been organized for the baby's name keeping the pundit had deemed the letters A and R as suitable for him. Milind had named his son Aryan meaning noble, Aryan Milind Mishra he liked the feel to it. "Kaisa raheyga Aryan Milind Mishra?" How is this Aryan Milind Mishra? he had asked Prachi who had raised her eyebrows in admiration "Naam to buhut acha hai" The name is very nice she had complimented him for his good choice. The rest of the family too had considered it a superb name and as the pundit suggested it was apt for the child.

Milind had entered the bedroom a few nights later to find Prachi feeding Aryan she gazed contentedly at the little child who sucked hungrily on her teat. "Prachi" Milind had called and she had lifted her eyes to meet his "Itney pyaar sey kabhi iskey baap ko bhi dekh liya ker yaar" You should look with the same love at his father too sometimes he had complained laughing. "Aap aisey shikayat ker rahey hain jaisey aapkey hissey ka saara pyaar main issey dey deti huun" You'r complaining as if I shower your share of love on him too she had smiled as he had pressed his lips to hers in a quick kiss. Sighing he had laid down to rest "Abhi to do hain to mujhey bhuul gayi kal ko chaar hongey to main to nazar hii nahin aaunga tujhey." It's two now and you've forgotten me if you end up having four children I won't even be visible to you He had pulled her leg as she patted her son buttoning her gown she held him to her shoulder to make him burp. "Chaar Milind yeh do hii nahin sanbhaltey mujh sey ab kii baar aap pregnant ho jaayeiga meri jagah zara andaaza ho to dard ka" Four Milind I can't handle two you want me to have four children. This time try getting pregnant in my stead maybe then you'll get an idea of the pain i went through she had reprimanded him. Her son wasn't even a month old and her husband had wanted two more heirs to his legacy causing him to laugh aloud. Minutes later Aryan had burped patting him continuously Prachi had rocked him to sleep, placing him in the crib she had joined Milind in bed. "Ab bataiye kiya keh rahey they" Now tell me what were you saying she had shaken his shoulder and he had pounced on her pinning her underneath him laughing mischievously making her giggle. "Do do bachon key pita ho gaye Milind aap kab barey hongey" You'r a father of two children and still a child yourself when will you grow up? she had teased him "Kabhi nahin!" Never he had informed her gallantly kissing her face with love. Since she still had not finished with her post partum period he had refrained from any intimate activity filling her in his arms he had nuzzled her neck gently. "Milind" she had called to him some time later and his hands moved on her stomach in response "Aap darr gaye they hospital main?" Were you scared for me at the hospital she had asked him. Saima had narrated Milind's trepidation to her in detail during the time she had spent in the labour room. Looking at her intently Milind had consented "Haan buhut darr gaya tha... itna keh socha tujhey chuua hii kyun" Yes I was to the extent of thinking why did I ever touch you in the first place he had told her relating his distress and concern and Prachi had shed silent tears. "Kiya hua? Dard ho raha hai?" What happened? Are you hurt? he had asked in alarm and Prachi had simply smiled. "Hamesha mujhey yunhi chaheingey na Milind?" You'll love me like this always? she had inquired as Milind had kissed her tears away "Hamesha" Always he had promised. "Chahey tuu haathi jitni moti hii kyun na ho jaye" Even if you become as fat as an elephant he had told her making her smack his arm playfully. Snuggling upto each other they had slept overcome with weariness only to be awakened by their son's shrill cries two hours later.

Time had flown Aryan had grown from a baby to a toddler and soon it was his first birthday. Prachi sat dressing him for his first birthday celebration when she had heard Preeti's voice near her. "Mumma cake mera hai" Mumma the cake is mine she had declared defiantly and Prachi had smiled placing Aryan in the crib she had taken out Preeti's dress from the wardrobe. Making her put it on, brushing and clipping her hair neatly she led both the children down to the hall. It was a family affair with just close friends and Ali and Saima present. The cake was a Daffy duck on four year old Preeti's insistence. "Papa main cake kaatungi" Papa I'll cut the cake Preeti had stood on the stool ready to shed crocodile tears if she was not allowed to slice the dessert. While the birthday boy clung to his mother eyes shining lips smiling to see his elder sister. Preeti and Aryan had bonded from the very first day there wasn't a moment when his eyes weren't searching for her and when she wasn't playing with him. Preeti attended montessori at a prestigious kinder garten in the vicinity even though she had friends her age she would not leave her brother's side once she returned home from school. Right now she stood waving the knife infront of her father who had called it a truce and eventually the cake was cut with both the parents holding both the children and the knife together. Ali had captured the kodak moment in his camera clicking pictures away. "Chachu bhaiyya kii tasveer lo merey saath" Chachu get my photo with bhaiyya Preeti had requested him and he had complied. Saima had enjoyed the party feeding cake to Ali as he neared the table, he had bit in and fed her the other half. With time their love had grown based on firm belief, faith and trust in each other and their relationship. As Saima finished her cake Ali had spotted some crumbs clinging to her mouth and immediately graced her with a quick kiss wiping them away with his lips. He had then handed Aryan to her who gurgled in her arms he was familiar with his Saima chachi. The one who never failed to play with him bring him toys and take care of him when his mumma was busy with his cranky sister. He clutched fistfuls of her heavy hair playing with them smiling at Saima displaying his set of six milky teeth.. "Yaar yeh to line maarney laga tum per lao do issey mujhey" He's flirting with you give him to me Ali had joked while Saima kissed the little cherub laughing at him.

That night after feeding her mother in law Saima had prayed long and hard to the Creator, it hurt her to think that she was yet deprived of the one fruit she longed to bear her Ali's child. Tears spilled down her face travelling to her hands as she sobbed silently "Or kitna imtihaan lega mera.... mujh per bhi karam ker dey. Iss qaabil ker dey keh apney Ali ko unkey hissey ki khushian dey sakun.... unka naam lena waala koi to ho, koi to mujhey maa keh ker pukaarey." How much more do I have to suffer... bless me God, help me give my Ali his happiness. Let someone be his heir, let someone call me mother too. Much later when her heart felt at peace she had rolled the mat and placing in the cupboard left for her bedroom. She had assumed Ali to be sleeping and had gotten in quietly beside him when he had opened his eyes to welcome her. "Ker aayein saari shikayatein khuda sey?" Finished complaining to God he had asked watching her red veined eyes and wet face he had known what she had been up to. In their two year relationship he had had come to understand her more than himself it pained him to think she blamed herself for not being able to provide him with a child. He had tried explaining to her that it was destiny and God's will alone that would grant them this happiness. Spreading his arms wide he had beckoned her to him and she had fallen in them crying hot tears. "Kyun itna sochti ho Saima?" Why do you think so much Saima? he had gently caressed her hair as her body heaved in his embrace. "Or kitna intizaar likha hai qismat main Ali ab mujh sey bardasht nahin hota" How much more do I have to wait Ali I can't bear it any more she had wept and he had held her face in his hands wiping away her tears. "Saima sach main ab agar tum ney socha iss baarey main to mujhey dukh hoga" Saima if you keep thinking like this I'll be upset he had remarked. "Dukh iss baat ka keh main tumhain khush nahin rakh paaya, chah ker bhi tumko sab kuch nahin dey paaya. Zarori nahin kami tum main ho kami mujh main bhi to ho sakti hai" Unhappy because I'll believe I haven't kept you happy enough. It's not nnecessary you'r barren I could be the one at fault too he had stated morosely and Saima had quickly wiped her tears away. "Acha nahin sochungi bas aap aisey nahin kahein" Fine I won't think that you just don't say this she had tried to smile resting her head on his chest she had breathed heavily while he combed her hair deep in thought.

The next day he had brought tickets to Dubai a change in environment would do her good he had thought and soon they had left for their much awaited honeymoon. Even though Saadia and Faisal had insisted Ali had not resided in their abode opting for a lavish honeymoon suite in Burj al Arab. Though he and Saima did go and meet them often Saadia's daughter Saara had taken after her mother sweet gentle and cute. She was the same age as Aryan being born at the same time Faisal had promised to show them around Dubai visiting Sharjah, Jumeirah and Deira. It was a small place filled with shopping malls, expensive restaurants and a most wonderful beach. Saima had certainly fallen in love with the sand and sun there she particularly loved the coastal belt. Not giving much importance to the decked up malls but on Ali's insistence she had shopped from Lulu mall and the likes of it. Ali had tried his best to make her forget the constant yearning she had for giving him an heir. Nights were hot young and passionate as Ali never faltered to display his love for her. The days had flown quickly before they left for home Saima had decided to surprise Ali. She had asked Faisal to arrange for a beach house and had blindfolded Ali before making him sit in the chaueffer driven car. Soon they sped on tarmac roads to their destination a beach house in the Palm Jumeirah Resort. Helping him get out she led him to the house once there she had opened his blindfold, as the beauty of the scenery sunk in him he had smiled serenely. She had cooked for him earlier that evening his favourite food mutton biryani and kheer, she further amazed him by serving him dinner on the patio outside. They dined on a blanket under the stars listening to the waves pound on the beach restlessly. After dinner they walked on the grainy sand hand in hand committing the valuable moments to memory. The wind rose and it grew chilly as Saima shivered in her cotton salwar kameez Ali had rubbed her shoulders in an attempt to warm her up. Their eyes had met then and the distinct longing that tugged their hearts was felt by both walking up to the house they had made straight for their bedroom. Removing their clothes they lay embracing each other their hearts overflowing with love and desire. Saima had not witheld her love for him that night showing all that she held in her heart for him. Kissing him fervently not leaving any inch of his masculine form untouched. Nibbling his earlobe gently she had gasped as he had tenderly bit her neck making her crave for more. What had followed then was a wonderful journey to esctacy where both had actively participated in granting each other bountiful pleasure. That night as Ali had ridden her to euphoria unknown to them he had sown the seeds of his future generation, their prayers had at last been answered.

They had returned to their homeland content and satisfied Ali's business had picked up, the factory he had set up in Mumbaii had finished its first year and was now moving on to provide him with surplus profit. His car products were the talk of the town cheap and durable they took the markets by storm. Back at home Saima was more than happy with Aryan and Preeti who spent their evenings with her. A few days after their return Saima had started feeling ill she had not known the reason and had refrained from worrying Ali over it. She felt nauseous and fatigued and had fainted twice. Ali had come to know about it when one Sunday she fainted in their bedroom while handing him his clothes he looked on aghast extremely worried attempting to wake her up. The doctor was called and informed he had prescribed her vitamins and had advised a complete check up. The next day Ali had driven her to their doctor who had after conducting the necessary tests provided them with the news that she was indeed pregnant. Both of them had stood shocked at the revelation not knowing how to react the drive back home was silent they both needed time to let it sink in. Only when Prachi had asked them about the results had Ali been able to tell her the wonderful news. She had called Milind up and by evening Saima's much awaited pregnancy was being celebrated by their family. Ali had noticed the news had left her blank and withdrawn that night as she lay next to him tensed and worked up he had gently nudged her making her face him. "Ab to sab theek haina" Everything's fine now he had assured her but her dread remained clear in her sandy eyes. Hugging him close she had cried silently "Tum khush nahin?" Aren't you happy? he had asked holding her to him. "Buhut khush huun Ali, itni khush keh mujhey darr lagta hai apni khushi sey, kahin meri hii nazar na lag jaaye" Very happy, so happy that I fear I might jinx my happiness and he had smiled kissing her cheek. "Kuch nahin hoga theek nou mahiney main tum ammi ban jaogi" Nothing wrong will happen you'll be mother in exactly nine months he had reassured her tenderly kissing her tears away and she had smiled at the heart warming prospect of being called a mother.

Epilogue.

The hospital was the same that Milind had visited exactly twenty two months earlier, the corridors were the same though they had painted the walls blue the previous year. The doctor was the same the situation the same only this time the patient was different. This time it was Ali who paced the corridor in a state of frenzy while Saima went through the excrutiatingly painful task of bringing his children in the world. Her muffled sobs and whimpers were audible outside the room where she displayed remarkable courage of braving wave after wave of torment. Only for Saima the torment was double the amount since she was expecting twins. "Ali aisey hii chalta raha to ghiss jaayega" Milind had remarked as Ali tirelessly walked the entire length of the corridor once again. "Yaar itni der kyun lag rahi hai?" Ali had demanded to know as if Milind knew exactly why the little beings failed to grace the world at jet speed. "Haan mujhko hii to bata ker gaye hain dono kitni der main aayengey" he had remarked irritated at Ali's constant pacing and had made him sit beside him on the wooden bench. A heart wrenching scream from Saima had announced the arrival of his son who cried out loud much to Ali's relief. His daughter was quick to follow not wasting much time in her mother's womb she too shrieked out her guts making her presence known. Ali had said a silent prayer and was about to leave to call the mualvi when Milind volunteered to since the mosque was at walking distance he returned soon with the elderly figure.The nurse had handed them the little bundles of joy their tiring exercise had left them worn out and they dozed off conveniently in their father and uncle's arms. Ali looked on stupefied at the gifts God had given him "Congratulations it's a baby boy and and a girl" the nurse had informed him smiling. Ali held his daughter tenderly she was a miniature form of Saima milky skin, shapely lips, perfect nose with thick hair. As he caressed her cheek she had groggily opened her eyes to meet his reticent ones. It was a brief moment they shared as she stared at him he noticed she had his eyes. Kissing her softly he handed her to Milind who had finished examining his son handing him to the proud father he certainly had taken after him wavy hair, wheatish complexion those high cheek bones. Saima had been treated and shifted to her room where the small party congregated to watch the mualvi chant the azaan (muslim call for prayers) in each child's ears. Milind had given him some money as a token for his services and they both had left though before leaving Milind handed Saima a gold bracelet. She had looked at him questioningly when he told her "Behen key haan pehla bacha ho to tohfa detey hain na waisey bhi tu meri behen pehley hai bhabhi baad main." He had smiled and Ali had helped her wear it she had thanked Milind who had waved it off smiling at them.Saima despite her aching body was eager to hold her children in her arms. Ali had handed both of them to her as she sat embracing them a tear had dropped from her eye on her son's cheek and she had kissed it away softly. "Ab kuch baaqi rehta hai?" Ali had whispered sitting beside her "Haan" she had whispered back resting against him gazing at him fondly. "Kiya?" he had asked smiling "Aapka umer bhar ka saath" she had replied and he had kissed her lips with love.

Five years later

"Zahra catch" Preeti had thrown the plastic ball to her as they played on the greens in Ali's lawn. It was a Sunday and as custom the Shah family spent their day at Ali's house. Preeti, Aryan, Zahra and Zaryab entertained themselves on the lawns while their fathers sat monitoring them. Premlata, Saima and Prachi were busy in the kitchen cooking a sumptuous feast for the afternoon meal. "Tuu ney Khanna ko phone kiya tha woh nayi Rolls Royce key liye" Milind had asked Ali who sat sipping on fresh lemonade. "Haan keh raha tha agley mahiney aa jaayeigi" he had told Milind who had nodded his head. Over the years both of them had progressed in their respective businesses. Milind's hotels were widely acclaimed and he had come to own a chain of them across the globe. While Ali's car parts factory had bloomed into a full blown industry and he now reaped the rewards of his hard work. So much so that all the cars at Milind's hotels were sent to his garages for repair moreso Ali was the one who advised Milind on the brand of cars Milind needed to make available at his hotels for pick and drop services. On the home front both led blissful lives with their loving wives and children. Over the course of time many changes had taken place Ali's mother and Bua had passed away the blow had been too much for Ali and Prachi respectively but they had a supportive family who took care of them in their grief. Milind on Premlata's insistence had tried to trace Alaap she was a mother first and foremost and for her Alaap was still her son. Much to Milind's dismay even before he could get on with the investigation he had come to know about Alaap's untimely death in a fatal encounter with the police. Suyesha's father was a wellknown Don famous for his corruption and terrorist activities on one such occasion when the police had raided one of his hideouts Alaap had been arrested along with a few close friends of the underworld leader.In an attempt to flee he had been shot dead and thus his wasted existence came to a sad end. Premlata had been heartbroken but Milind's care and attention had helped her get over the grief of losing her young son. Bobby had completed his business studies and had taken over the reins of Shah Industries. Even though he was new at the business front Milind's skillful guidance had helped him turn into a budding entrepreneur one that would've made Inder proud had he lived. Soumya had married Ranbir one of Ali's close friends and owner of countless Honda showrooms in Singapore it had been love at first sight for them. Ranbir's parents had flown in from Singapore and after meeting the family had been thoroughly satisfied of his choice giving their assent to the match. Six months after they were married with much aplomb and now resided in Singapore. Premlata had narrated to Prachi the relationship Inder had shared with Milind prior to his death explaining in detail the way both had helped each, Inder in his life and Milind after Inder's demise. Prachi's heart had been filled with newfound respect for her husband. "Aapney mujhey pehley kyun nahin bataya aapkey or Papa key rishtey key baarey main?" she had inquired teary eyed. "Bata ker kiya paata Prachi?" he had tried to reason with her. "Main aaj tak dukhi hoti rahi keh Papa ney aapko kabhi jaana nahin Milind per aaj khushi iss baat kii hai keh unhain bhi aap ker yaqeen tha jaisey aaj mujhey hai" she had told him and he had kissed her velvet lips. "Kuch baatein waqt per chor deni chahiyen Prachi aaj jaan gayi ho to khush ho uss waqt nahin jaana uss main bhi uper waaley kii marzi thi" he had assuaged her and she had hugged him in gratitude her husband was someone she had found her world in.

"Zaryab wahaan mat jao dekho phisal jaogey" eleven year old Preeti had warned Ali's five year old son who had turned out to be the naughtiest of the lot. As expected of him he had not paid any heed to her and slipped into a patch of wet grass. Before any of the men could move even a finger the children had scampered to where Zaryab lay motionless. "Zaryab kiya hua tumko?" this was Preeti patting his cheeks worriedly. She had grown into a fine young girl smart and beautiful despite her unconventional looks she caused quite a few heads to turn which made Milind fret sometimes. She was the apple of his eye his first born he had known love in its purest form through her they shared a deep bond. Even today if Milind was unhappy or disturbed she would be the first one to gauge his anguish and would then bring him ice cream chocolate always. As they would eat it together she would lighten up his mood by talking to him sharing her activities and thoughts and by the end of it he always felt relaxed. Watching her paint skilfully he would sometimes shake his head in disbelief it seemed like yesterday that she had been born and already she talked about her latest crushes with her mother what was the world coming to. "Zaryab bhaiyya utho kaprey kharab ho gaye to mumma chocolate nahin deygi" this was five year old Zahra being his twin she knew him better than the other two. With time she had grown more beautiful her milky skin had turned pink her eyes more brighter and hair more lustrous. She was her father's girl and enjoyed spending time with him curled up on his lap she would often fall asleep as he watched soccer on tv and they shared popcorn from the same bowl. "Zaryab utho jaldi dekho main huun na yahaan tumharey saath" eight year old Aryan had held his hand out to the little boy who lay sprawled on the ground. Aryan was Milind's pride in him he saw himself, they were friends rather than father son a relationship Milind had always wanted to share with Baba but never could. He had though fulfilled his dream through his son they talked about anything and everything Aryan shared his secrets with him and often if he was entagled in some problem he'd seek Milind's help on it. They played soccer together and of late they'd been exercising together too. His shock of curls fell on his forehead and he raked a hand through them now and then, he was street smart and possessed the same anger, pride, fierce determination and will that his father owned. Zaryab had placed his hand in Aryan's and the elder one had picked him up gently straightening his collar he brushed off bits of grass off his shorts. "Kitni baar kaha hai aisey mat bhaaga ker samajhta kyun nahin... ab bhaga to lagaunga eik samjha" Aryan had swept his hair away from his forehead in irritation. Five year old Zaryab had hugged Aryan joyously as he had grown Saima had known Zaryab was another Ali in the making. He had got the same compassionate and forgiving nature as his father the only thing she had passed on to him was her eyes. His were the same colour as hers sandy green apart from that he was a carbon copy of his father.Watching from a distance Milind and Ali had smiled the next generation of the Mishras and Khans had inherited the love sincerity and unconditional support their elders had passed on to them.

The children had resumed their play and soon Naintara was beckoning them to wash up before they had lunch, after Bua's demise Naintara had stayed behind and was now engaged to Bobby, they were to be married the next month. Under Prachi and Saima's watchful eyes Naintara had transformed into a beautiful swan from the ugly duckling that she was. No one could have anticipated Bobby's love for her and it came quite as a surprise to Premlata she had thought Bobby would end up marrying someone from his social circle but was greatly relieved to hear he liked Naintara. "Thori si jhalli hai maa... per buhut achi hai" he had coaxed his mother making her smile ofcourse she knew Tara and was more than happy to have her a daughter in law. Ramu Kaka had helped the women spread the big mat on the lawn and soon it was covered with a sumptuous feast. "Mumma pata hai Zaryab bhaiyya ney kiya... kiya!!!" Zahra had instigated her mother. "Zahra kii bachi ab agar shikayat lagayi mumma ko to dekh lena saari colour pencils phenk duunga tumhari" Zaryab had threatened her his eyes blazing with fury. Before the fight could prolong Milind had seated himself between the two "Barey papa samjhayein issey mujhey na daraya kerey" Zaryab had complained to Milind who had supressed a smile. "Kyun Zahra bhai hai na kyun tang kerti ho?" he had questioned the little angel who had grinned back at him "Barey papa aapko nahin pata yeh bhi meri shikayatein lagata hai mumma sey" she had informed him in hushed tones. Watching Milind busy with them Ali had smiled his children were forever found in Mishra house not that he minded or it mattered to him. "Chachu dekho kiya khichdi paka rahey hain dono" Preeti had drawn his attention and he had ruffled her curls "Yehi to aata hai dono ko" he had answered back and both of them had burst out laughing. Aryan was busy with Saima "Chachi ab kiya Zahra or Zaryab sey chota koi nahin aayega?" he had asked her dolefully one of his classmates had recently had a baby sister and when he had gone over to play cricket at his place he had managed to see the little child. As he held her in his arms he had hoped he too could have one of those in his house Saima had looked up to see Ali watching her at the precise moment that their eyes had met he had winked at her making her blush. "Hmm waisey yeh kaam tumhari mumma hii ker sakti hai" she had conveniently diverted his attention to Prachi who was ladling out gravy for Milind. So engrossed was she in the task that she failed to listen to her comment and carried on with it Milind though had heard the statement and had looked lovingly at his wife. Their relationship had grown from strength to strength Prachi had made him understand life was beautiful and worth living each moment of it. Tucking in his food he had made up his mind to talk to Prachi about their son's wish that night.

"Dekho Aryan daant zarur brush kerna tum hamesha bhool jaatey ho, or Preeti zyada der tak mat jaagna mujhey malum hai High school musical aaney waala hai but no late nights ok" Prachi had reminded the children before they picked up their night suits and tooth brushes as it was a weekend they were to spend it next door with Zahra and Zaryab. The little kids looked forward to the weekend the entire week then they were allowed to watch tv till 10 and play before they hit the bed as the children turned to leave Milind had called out to them "Kuch bhuul rahey ho" he had questioned them. Preeti had smacked her palm on her head and had walked to a portrait of Kaajal hung in the hallway Aryan had followed her both had then changed the garland of flowers around her picture and had lit the lamp saying a small prayer. "Aaj kitni shikayatein keen meri maa sey?" Preeti had asked Aryan as they trundled across the driveway in their bedroom slippers. "Tum to aisey puch rahi ho jaisey meri to kee hii nahin hongi tum ney ... maa sirf tumhari nahin meri bhi sunti hain... samjhi" he had danced his eyes in naughtiness and Preeti had felt challenged. "Race you till the door last one's a rotten egg!" she had screamed and they both had made a dash to the door in the yard a shortcut to reach the other house. Prachi had watched her children pay their daily respects to Kaajal she had always taught both her children that Kaajal too was their mother elder to their mumma in position as she was initially wedded to their father. Milind had wanted Preeti to know about Kaajal, fulfill his first wife's wish of her daughter call her, her mother. She lay waiting for her husband in her bed when she heard him walk in and join her. Slipping his arm around her waist Milind had pulled her to him while she caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. Hugging her to him Milind had nuzzled her neck lovingly "Hmm janab kiya baat hai buhut pyaar aa raha hai aaj" she had questioned cheerily. "Matlab roz nahin kerta pyaar?" he had feigned shock. "Bas bas zyaada naatak nahin bataiye kiya baat hai" Prachi had giggled tracing his full lips with her index finger. "Humarey betey ko kuch chahiye hum sey" he had informed her while she looked at him quizzically. "Kiya chahiye ussey pichley haftey hii to cricket kit dilaya hai ab itni jaldi mat dilaiyega ussey kuch aadatein kharab ho jayeingi uski" she had told him. "Ussey jo chahiye woh deney main time lageyga" Milind had smiled enjoying Prachi's confusion as she combed his curls lovingly. "Aisa kiya chahiye ussey?" she had asked confounded. Advancing his hand on her belly he had placed it there staring at her hazel eyes he felt her skin turn hot under his touch her eyes shining. Prachi had understood him then it wasn't that they hadn't been thinking about it it was just that they hadn't been trying very hard at it. Clasping his neck in her arms she had lifted her head to kiss his lips gently making him deepen it long for more. As if on cue his hands had worked at her night gown denuding her completely while she helped him bare himself. Placing fervent kisses on her carved figure he had made her ache for more guiding her to ultimate bliss as her body rose and fell in sync with his. As she panted heavily after their scintillating union Milind had kissed her cheek tenderly "Prachi" he had whispered and her eyes had met his "I love you" he had smiled and she had felt her eyes glisten with moisture. "Eik baat bataun" she had smiled at him and he had felt her lips on his before she had whispered back.... "I love you too."

"Good night chachi" Preeti had called to Saima as she flipped the lights close in her bedroom "Good night jaan" she had smiled before turning to her bedroom, her two monsters safely tucked in bed she had checked on Preeti and Aryan who too were ready for bed she silently tread the stairs to her bedroom wondering if Ali was awake. Saima had come to value Ali and her family more than her own life she could never thank God enough for giving him to her one of the best gifts ever to be bestowed on anyone. She reached her bedroom to find him asleep slipping in beside him she had gently kissed his forehead. "Good night" she had whispered when she had felt his arm on her smiling he had tilted his face to kiss her chin. "Bas sirf good night?" he had questioned and she had smiled "Acha chaliye aap hii bataiye or kiya chahiye" she had teased him kissing the corner of his mouth tentatively. "Buhut kuch " he had smiled pulling her closer making her smile deepen. "Tumharey bhateejey ney kuch maanga hai tumsey" he had reminded her his eyes glowing in merriment "Haan per woh to mushkil hai na" she had explained. "Kyun!" Ali had questioned in alarm making her giggle. "Merey akeley kii bas kii to baat nahin" she had answered shyly and he had laughed aloud. "Phir to madad kerni chahiye mujhey" he had murmured placing his lips on hers passionately overtaking her senses and body. She had allowed love to reign free that night letting it drown her in perfect ecstacy as Ali had made her yearn for him. As their bodies had conjoined so had their hearts throbbing in wild frenzy emitting a volcanic eruption of amour and concupiscence melting in the furnace of their love. Much later when they had relaxed considerably he had let her kiss him in gratitude "Pata hai Ali aap sab sey achey hain" she had informed him gazing in his deep eyes. "Kyun" he had smiled enjoying his appraisal. "Main jo aap sey pyaar kert i huun iss liye" she had smiled invoking one from him "Pyaar to main bhi kerta huun tum sey, kerta tha, kerta huun, kerta rahunga" he had told her. "Hamesha" she had wanted to know "Hamesha" he had promised. Happily ever after difficult but not impossible.