"Not again!" Shabbir had groaned inwardly this was the second make up man that had deserted him for a hike in pay in another production house. "Now who does my make up?" he had asked the spot boy standing next to him hands on hips thick curls blowing in the cold breeze thoroughly miffed. "Sir they'll send someone along soon" the spot boy had assured him smiling he knew the ire was fake Shabbir could be anything but angry at the moment. The naughty glint in his coal black eyes and the smile that tugged at his full lips to be released gave him away. "They better before I do it myself and that won't be a good sight I tell you" he had chuckled beaming broadly "... on second thoughts to hell with the make up I'm fine as it is" he had grinned to Ramu the assistant on the sets rubbing a careless hand over his trimmed stubble as if assessing himself. "Do I need make up?" he had asked playfully punching the young spot boy's stomach as he fiddled with the script in hand. "Sir ji you'll look ravishing make up or not" Ramu had smiled and they had hi fived on that. Today was his second day at shoot for the reality show
Dancing Queens and already Shabbir had started making friends on the sets. He was that way good natured, fun loving and with a humorous bend of mind, he had managed to make himself a hit amidst the cast and crew almost immediately. Some he had worked with earlier the technicians Gopal and Siddhu had been assistants on one of his previous soap sets Kahin to Hoga to be precise. Moreover the fact that he would be the only male hosting the show with twenty young women to keep him company had him super charged his peers joked that he was a Sheikh in a harem. The assistant had handed him his script and Shabbir had gotten down to memorizing the lines this was his third reality show after Nach Baliye and Fear Factor second as a host. He loved his profession and enjoyed it to the hilt to him acting was a medium of expression and he believed in bringing a positive change in life. "Kero zyaada ka iraada" the slogan to Max New York Life Insurance, he had read it amused, well the world was selfish in this aspect people always are on the hunt for more. "Sir your clothes" another spot boy had come carrying his tuxedo the one he was supposed to wear for the opening shoot. "Stop calling me Sir yaar I'm not fifty" he had joked causing the tensed spot boy to relax and smile.Taking the tux proferred by the spot boy he had tucked the roll of paper under his arm, he felt jittery he was supposed to perform a dance number and hoped he could pull it off since he had hurt one of his leg tendons playing cricket a few days before. He had rehearsed really well and the steps weren't very convoluted he was sure he could do it. It was an added relief that both the judges Hema ji and Jitender ji were supposed to enter after his act, he had smiled smugly at least he wouldn't be under their scrutinizing eyes tonight. He cheerfully started humming the lyrics of the song he was performing on that night "Bachna aye haseeno lo main aa gaya" he whistled then walking to his vanity van he slid open the door and switched on the lights gazing at himself admiringly in the mirror spanning the metal wall of the van. He placed the tux on the seat nearby screwing his pug nose at it "What is this am I serving drinks tonight!" he had shaken his head in dismay true he didn't really care for fashion but this was horrendous specially the white shirt with the black buttons down the front, they screamed waiter. "Crap!" he had smiled conjuring Anita's expression when she'd see him in this "Shabbir!" she'd scream "What the hell are you wearing?" she would chide him he was so sure of it. Stripping off his clothes he had quickly donned the pants and the shirt buttoning it swiftly, he still had to go over his lines once again "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Dancing Queen. Is show per eik nahin do nahin....." his lips had moved then reading the lines from the corner of his eye the roll of script weighed under the hair brush he clipped his sleeves close wearing the strip of black satin on his collar. Where the hell is that make up guy again he had thought irked now spraying some fresh water in his hair he had run his fingers through it. Making up his mind to leave for the shoot he had generously sprayed himself with One when he had heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in" he had shouted expecting Ramu to call him for the shot the door to the van had slid open and someone had stepped inside noiselessly. "Ramu how long to the shot?" he had questioned biting his lip in concentration rereading the script one last time.
"I actually don't know" had come a soft feminine voice from behind him he had turned sharp on his heel flummoxed. "Who are you?" he had narrowed his eyes the warmth in them replaced by fury he often had female fans thronging him on the sets and he despised being disturbed during work. "I asked who are you and what are you doing here?" his tone was dead serious now jaw set firmly countenance grim. "I'm the new make up artist" she had clarified her position her thumb exerting pressure on her make up kit. "You're the new make up artist!" he had exclaimed quite taken aback he usually had male make up experts this was the first time he had come in contact with a female that too so young. "Hmm" he had mused did it matter whatever gender he had to get ready and he wasn't one who put anyone to question. A thorough professional the reason he was so sought after for many projects by countless production houses but he chose his projects wisely. "Fine just get over with it" he had instructed her in a weary tone, he had had a long day at shooting earlier for his current on air soap Kayamath. The schedules were hectic and it was difficult juggling two shows but he had sufficient practice in this regard having done two movies earlier. He shivered recalling the time he had to can scenes for the soap in advance so that he could fly to Istanbul for his movie shoot. "If you're cold I can close the window" the girl had offered she probably had witnessed the tremor that had shaken his body ever so slightly. "It's ok" he had told her his eyes studying her minutely. She was hardly a beauty in his opinion dressed in a casual black tee shirt with a faded pair of jeans, she had a wheatish complexion straight jet black hair which appeared luscious gauging by their breadth gripped viciously in a tight ponytail. He further noticed she had regular features shapely lips, trimmed eyebrows and high cheek bones, her eyes though were the sole asset to her existence. They were a rich green like fresh dewy leaves in the summer wind complete with curled lashes that rimmed them. Right now they were bent low as she quietly displayed the items to be used dipping the sponge in a bowl of ice cold water she had blended the shades of the foundation. "Ok be light with this I don't wanna look like a ghost' I'm pretty fine with my natural skin tone" he had sighed. He loathed getting dolled up but it was part of the job "I'll make it look natural" she had promised smoothing the foundation on his skin, he in turn had leaned back against the head rest and closed his eyes. He was so dead tired he could go to sleep there and then.
Anjali's hands had worked expertly on his face she had tucked tissues around this neck and throat to avoid getting colour on the white of his shirt. She assessed his handsome face mutely he was a heart throb and it was a known fact, millions of women over the globe were willing to sell their souls to catch a glimpse of him and yet she, Anjali Mathur was standing inches away from him. She had sighed inwardly then taking in his cupid lips, blunt nose, full cheeks and heavy eyes he was masculinity at it's zenith. Just couldn't get better than this she had thought his tanned honey skin and sculpted body worked wonders with his persona highlighting his charm he exuded such raw magnetism that quite a few times she had been forced to keep her eyes glued to the screen.Finishing with the base she had brushed some loose powder on the length and breadth of his exposed skin and had carefully wiped off the excess highlighting his cheeks just a tad bit so that the effect was an overall natural tan that was quite reflective of his skin tone. "Done" she had said and he had snapped his eyes open pulling out the tissues from around his neck he had tilted his face dimensionally critically assessing her handiwork. "What did you do... looks like you hardly put anything" he had questioned her with inquisitive eyes. "Actually I used a base most similar to your skin texture and just blended it in so that it doesn't stand prominent" she had explained. "Will it run... I have to perform and That.. is hard work" he had emphasized causing her to smile. "It's water proof" she had replied "Bingo!" he had jumped from the seat in elation picking up his jacket he slid his arms in it putting it on and collecting his script had left the van humming a merry tune.
Anjali had quickly packed her stuff again she had to go check on the other participants and assist Mohit and Kunal in completing with their make up soon. Their's was quite a tough task with all the accessories and costumes to pin and tuck for the women it was an elephantine job, finishing with the packing she had exited the van closing the door shut behind her. She spotted Shabbir chatting to a few friends of his a short distance away. "Shabbir I want Sushi for dinner" Anita had quipped mischievously "And Chowmein for me" Ishita had laughed. "The channel has asked me to anchor not cater... besides you're both getting fat, we've got to keep the stage intact. So no dinner at all for you ladies" Shabbir had answered plainly making the girls squeal in agitation. "Who's fat huh... who's fat...." Ishita had checked both her sides trying to mock him. "The one standing in the middle of your left and right Ishita" Shabbir had clicked his tongue chiding her playfully "Next time wear you're glasses you'll still look forty... no change" he had grinned at her his eyes crinkling at the corners smile widening revealing his perfect set of teeth as Ishita had run after him. "Come here you buffoon, let me get my hands on you.... forty... Is that what you think I am!!!!" she chased him while Anita doubled over with laughter over their antics. Anjali had smiled trekking over the vast premise of the parking lot taking to the inner rooms where Kunal expected her to return any moment. She had reached the green room where the contestants sat ready, though it seemed far from over. Mohit stood fixing Meghna's hair grips she was wearing a deep bottle green dress with an arabian touch to it. She didn't get time to observe anyone else though as she was immediately asked to work with Mink's hair. Time flew by and after a back breaking hour all the ladies were ready to roll filing out of the room they had reached back stage where the shoot had already begun and Shabbir was dancing to his song. She had slumped on a nearby seat gorging herself with water she was extremely thirsty and hadn't realized that till now. "We get off at two I'll drop you home" Kunal had informed her checking the cotton wads they'd last this shoot he had thought stuffing them in the pack satisfied. Anjali had closed her eyes and had tilted her head back resting it against the plastered wall of the green room. This was life Anjali Mathur, the real one she had reminded herself, one where stars were humans and where survival was deemed essential. Deciding to doze off till she was called upon she had clutched her brown leather bag to her self and had settled in her seat a few winks would most definitely help her and in a few minutes she was fast asleep.
It seemed as if it had only been a few minutes that she had been asleep when she heard Mohit scream her name "Anjali!!! Get the tissues" he had hollered down the doorway. It appeared as if the shoot had paused she had quickly kept her bag aside and had jumped up to search for the tissue roll through groggy eyes. It had felt so good sleeping, she had sighed wearily fumbling for it amidst the blow dryers and curling irons there it was stuck in one of the drawers of the vast dressing table. Pulling it out she had shut the drawer before sprinting to Mohit who stood with arm out stretched to retrieve the roll from her. "Get the sponge and compact too" he had instructed her before running down the corridor. Life as a make up artist was similar to a dog's she had thought one had to be in attendance on the stars twenty four seven. Returning to the green room Anjali had picked up the various glosses brushes and powders gathering them she had trudged to back stage where Kunal stood sponging Sambhavna. She held a mirror to the actress while the latter wiped off moisture off her face, dabbing a bit of the gloss she had returned on stage. "Anjali stay here in case someone comes along I can't keep going to the make up room to get you" Mohit had whispered conspiratorially and she had merely nodded her head. She was indebted to Mohit and was willing to do as asked, he was the one who had helped him secure the job in the first place else she would still be fretting at Lisa's beauty salon with a 2000 rupee salary per month. Mohit lived in the same chawl as her and was her friend Supriya's elder brother, Supriya had been an angel in disguise and had pushed Mohit to help her emerge from the cess pool of Lisa's salon. She looked around for some stool or chair to sit down on but before she could even move an inch Bruna had stepped back stage.
She hardly knew hindi and was pleasantly surprised when Anjali helped her out aiding her with the flawless english accent of hers. "You'r such a sweetheart" Bruna had thanked her as she combed her tresses and sponged her face to perfection. "Thanks" Anjali had smiled it felt nice when people appreciated her hard work. Back stage was humid with no vent for air and Anjali felt lonely in the solitary confinement. Kunal and Mohit had gone on stage to fix the judges make up. She groped around for a stool she had spied earlier hoping to reach the vent up high, the glaring bulbs were doing no good either shining down on her making her sweat profusely. Fumbling around she managed to produce the stool from behind a pile of props steadying it she had stood up on it. She was five feet five inch but even with all that height it seemed a futile attempt on her part to reach the vent. Standing on tip toe she had etched her fingers to pry the hatch open when her foot slipped and she felt herself fall colliding against something solid. Since she had toppled practically over whoever it was the plunge hadn't rendered her traumatized though the one pinned beneath her definitely was. She had opened her deep green eyes to watch Shabbir's serious slate one who certainly was not enjoying lying flat beneath her. "You might want to get off now since I'm thirsty and very very hot" he had breathed darkly making her realize her folly of staying put in her position even after identifying him. "Sorry" she had apologized scrambling to her feet in haste while he got up after brushing his suit off the dust on the floor. She noticed he limped slightly "Something wrong?" he had queried catching her watch him intently "Is your foot ok? It doesn't seem so by the way" she had worked out his cause of hobbling.
"I think I sprained it during that blasted kick" he had explained and she had offered him the stool. "Sit here I'll just be back" she had told him before racing to the make up room, she recalled Mohit informing her about a cooler where they kept ice cubes and ice packs ready for any emergency. On reaching there she searched for the cooler finding it tucked away in a corner unscrewing the cap she fished for an ice pack in it's hollow and retreated one. Screwing the cap again she had flown to where Shabbir sat nursing his foot. "Let me see" she had said "I don't have time for this" he had remarked not happy to see her fuss over him. "It will worsen if you don't apply something to it" she had reprimanded him contritely and he had gawked at her surprised, no girl had ever spoken to him that way certainly not a measly two bit spot girl. "I said leave" Shabbir had snapped he wasn't one to let people rule him true he maintained a jovial outlook but his privacy and personal matters was something he guarded fiercely. "Well I'm not going to so that's that" Anjali had frowned taking hold of his left foot she pulled off the shoe and rolled down his sock studying the sprain. The ankle had started swelling, she wondered if it was just something that could be fixed the age old way her mother had taught her. It was worth a try she knew they had time Anita was performing on her number give or take they had four minutes to them. Working her slender fingers on his athletic foot she pressed it lightly making him wince "Listen I've got to finish the shoot so don't play doctor here... Aaagghh!!!" Shabbir had muffled his outraged groan as Anjali twisted his foot upwards and then jerked it sideways helping the pulled muscle to regain it's position. "What was that?" he had glared at her wondering if she didn't treasure her job he could complain of her behaviour and she'd be sacked in no time. "That ... is called first aid.. it'll be ok now" she had answered demurely wrapping an ice pack around his foot letting it rest on the floor. She had then sponged his face dry and had shown him the mirror. "It'll be ok" she had smiled to see him scowl he looked so childlike then pouting it made her giggle.
"You said you were thirsty should I get you water?" she had inquired as he handed her the mirror after ruffling his matted curls again. The one bad thing on sets there was no air one could practically faint under all those harsh lights "Yes" he had panted it certainly was extremely hot and this was the middle of December. "Ok" she had mouthed before returning to the green room again where mineral water bottles were stacked she checked if it was cold and fortunately it was. Rushing back to him she had handed him the bottle while he cracked open the top and gulped down the cold water. She had checked his foot gingerly it was swollen but the redness had certainly diminished. Wiping it clear of moisture she had rolled on his sock and lowered his foot in his shoe again, the song had ended then and the audience clapped wildly. Getting up he had thanked her before disappearing behind the solid screen dividing the stage and she had slumped on the stool he had vacated seconds earlier. She laughed softly recalling his scowl as she fixed his foot "Stars" she had chuckled before her thoughts were invaded by Mohit asking her if she was alright by herself and she had nodded in assent.
Four hours had passed by in the blink of an eye Anjali was restless by now she wished to go home but there was still half an hour till the shoot ended. She eyed the increasing number of empty water bottles and used tissues turning into a small heap beside her. She was totally sagged by the sweat and prayed for respite soon hearing the judges pass comments on Barkha's performance she fanned herself with a tissue. Finally the director had called a cut and ordered a wrap heaving a huge sigh of relief she had quickly picked up her stuff making a mental note to ask the janitor to clean the area she had trudged out of the confines towards the green room. Mohit and Kunal had received word for the pack up and were busy doing so handing Mohit the accessories she realized the compact she had used for Shabbir had been forgotten in his van. The make up kit was expensive and misplacing any item meant burning a hole in her own pocket. Telling Mohit she would be back in fifteen minutes she had sprinted outside the room towards his van maybe just maybe he would be in and she'd be able to retrieve the compact.
Praying to God to be so she had reached the van only to find it locked she had sighed in defeat now she'd have to get it the next day she had put forward her foot on the rough terrain when it hit against something. The object seemed small as it had been bumped far under the van due to the slight strike she had bent down to identify it. Stretching her arm underneath the van she groped around in the muddy ground and her hand had closed in on a sleek smooth thing pulling it out she examined it to discover that it was indeed a mobile phone. Rubbing it against her shirt she cleared it off grime she had pressed one of the buttons to see Shabbir's photograph flash onscreen "Oh"she had thought in dismay he had dropped it on his way out. She tried redialing the last called number but the phone was locked and required a specific password to function she had pocketed it then making up her mind to see if he was at the gates. Walking up to the guards she had inquired whether Shabbir had left and they had confirmed her doubts he had indeed left early that night, probably because of his foot she had mused. Trudging to the make up room she found Mohit stacking the items in the cupboards and locking them Kunal had left for another shoot. Watching her forlorn he had asked her the reason and she had confided in him regarding the compact still being in Shabbi's van Mohit had instructed her to go search for it the next day and if it was lost then she would have to report it.
The sudden fear of having to pay for it had made her forget everything else she barely earned enough to pull along a month she simply couldn't spare the extra expense. Cursing herself for being such a fool she had left with Mohit for the bus stand if they were lucky the bus might just arrive early tonight. Shabbir had driven down the cool practically deserted streets in bliss the one fine point about odd schedules was that he could enjoy his drives back home. He flipped on the radio listening to latest bollywood hits "And people you can send your requests on 010101... remember Ronnie at Radio Mirchi" the RJ had reminded his nocturnal listeners, Shabbir had smiled well atleast he wasn't the only one working odd hours. The phone number had made him search for his own cell phone he had to confirm the timing for his morning shoot next day. His hands dived in his jean pockets fumbling for it his eyebrows knit in consternation where had he kept it. He remembered taking it out of his coat pocket when changing attires switching on the overhead bulbe he searched for it in the car it wasn't there either, what if he had left it in the van a sudden desperate thought flashed through his mind. "Damn" he had muttered jamming the brakes he had to go back to get it now, speeding up he raced to the studio he had just bought the cell and couldn't afford to lose it. Reaching there he had quickly parked his Santro and collected his van keys from the manager then opening it he hunted for the appliance all over the van but couldn't trace it. He was tired and was highly strung informing the manager about the calamity that had struck him he had instructed him to get the grounds searched before leaving for home in an extremely sour mood. Sitting in the bus looking out of the window Anjali had felt the cool breeze caress her face closing her eyes she let the freshness of the moment envelop her. She lived on her own in a bedsit in the chawl. She dreamt of getting on her bed and sleeping till eternity not that it was happening but it was a pleasant speculation, that was people like her did best... dream.. dream for the impossible.
The bus had dropped them at their stop and they had pottered to their chawl as Anjali laid down to sleep that night she remembered the mobile phone taking it out of her jean pocket she had placed it on the small table beside the bed. She might have closed her eyes had the screen not flashed incessantly she picked up the appliance to see Home printed on screen someone was calling. "Hello" she had answered it in a soft toe her voice tinkling "Ok who is this and why do you have my mobile?" Shabbir's angry voice had floated from the other end. "Well I'm Anjali Mathur and...." that was when the battery had decided to breath its last disconnecting the call immediately. Sighing Anjali had replaced the mobile while Shabbir had frowned at the ear piece held tight in his hand. Anjali Mathur... now who the hell was that... no clue.. he knew many Anjalis but no such Anjali whose voice was so mesmerizing and innocent. "Hmm" if she had attended the call meant that she hadn't stolen it so there was this faint glimmer of hope of her returning it to him, tucking himself in bed he had tried to shrug off Anjali's enigmatic persona from his mind and had fallen in a deep sleep.
Shabbir sat sipping ice cold water on set at Sankraman Studios most of Balaji's sets were set up here and today they were shooting for a scene with him and his onscreen family. He read the lines once again keeping the bottle down he looked up to see Sanjeeda banter away with Panchi, his eyes had gleamed to see them exchange jokes. His two best friends it was a shame Jay and Reshmi had to leave the show they were such a nice team and he had loved working with them the sets were always filled with their laughter when Jay was around he was as naughty as himself. Keeping his scroll of papers on the sofa he had been sitting on he walked up to where the two ladies sat "Oh look who's here from hell itself" he had teased Sanjeeda who was currently playing a ghost on the show. "Yeah I've come to take you along was missing you so bad na" Sanjeeda had giggled. "Yes Sanju take him then I can return to Dasgupta mansion" Panchi had giggled. "That's it that Proteek will have it from me now" Shabbir had feigned rage chucking Sanjeeda's sandwich from her hand. "Don't eat Sanju you'll spoil your figure. Aamir won't be able to put up with an elephant" he had advised her in a serious tone shaking his finger at her making Sanjeeda slap him on his arm. "And Natalie can keep up with a train engine like you" Sanjeeda had stepped on his raw nerve referring to his habitual smoking making him stop. He looked at her strangely "How do you know about Natalie?" he had prodded her quite astonished to see the word spread like wildfire, Natalie was his Turkish friend he had met her on his recent trip to Istanbul while shooting for his movie Mission Istanbul.
Besides him only Karan had known of his growing sentiments for Natalie she was angelic and Shabbir had fallen flat for her the moment they had met at Bistro the first time. It was a wild feeling he had then to impress her which had hardly happened with any other girl, with him it was always the other way around he never took the pains to know anyone. His restrained attitude towards strangers had often made people consider him rude which was hardly the case, to friends who knew him he was a gem someone they could always count on in times of need. "Sanjee look here tell me who told you about this" he had questioned her irritated with her constant giggling Panchi's shot had been ready and she had left them then to converse in private. "I met Karan yaar who else would tell me" she had laughed aloud enjoying his turmoil "That kameena" he had gritted his teeth still stuffing the sandwich "Just let me get my hands on him" he had mumbled chewing on bits of chicken. "Shabbir you elephant give it back... "Sanjeeda had tried to swipe her sandwich from his grasp. "This is all the lunch I have" she had glared him through her green grey eyes. "You can eat my dabba... my maa has sent me boiled vegetables" he had explained wryly "Aunty wants you to get better you just recovered from jaundice" she had smiled. "I know but it's tasteless" he had rolled his eyes in mock disgust. "Fine eat my sandwich I'll share Panchi's dabba" she had patted his arm as he sighed in relief. "Eat my lunch too na yaar I promise I'll eat the fruits just finish the vegetables" he had literally pleaded to her making her arch her eyebrows. "Hmm" she had mused "This hard work will cost you mister" she had warned him "Anything!" he had consented immediately wiping his mouth with her saree's pallu. "You'll come at Aamir's party then.. this weekend" she had blackmailed him and he had groaned "You'r boring boyfriend throws boring bashes" he had complained "As if you stick around till the fun starts" she had shot back unable to stand anything said against the love of her life and he had chuckled. "Ok I'll come don't die on me here" he had mocked her red flushed cheeks with anger and she had smiled sweetly.
"Give me a call na as a reminder" he had lazed back in the chair he was occupying "Give me your cell phone I'll set the reminder you lazy ogre" she had demanded for his cell phone and it was then that he was reminded of his loss. "Oh damn" he had winced making Sanjeeda watch him concerned "What happened?" she had asked and he had filled her in with the details of his mobile being misplaced. "Shabbir just call the manager right now and tell him to get the employees there checked though its no use now, why didn't you get it done then you could've caught the culprit " she had scolded him vexed at his carefree attitude. "It was pack up time Sanju what could I do if everyone had left" he had expounded the shot had been called for then and they had left. Shabbir however had placed the call through Sanjeeda's mobile to inform the manager that he would be expecting an exact location on the whereabouts of his cell phone when he came for the shoot that afternoon.
Anjali had entered the gates to the vast expanse of the studio she had not forgotten to bring Shabbir's mobile along with her carefully placing it in her jean pocket. She had planned to hand it over to him when she met him that afternoon to do his make up but destiny had other plans as she later found out. She had started trudging over to the make up room when one of the guards had stalled her asking her to join the other employees in the area outside the manager's office where two other guards stood checking their pockets and bags. Anjali stood listlessly when she was called over and her pockets checked sure enough out came Shabbir's mobile from her jean pocket, a Nokia N 70. "So you're the one who stole the mobile phone" the manager had glowered at her while Mohit looked at her abashed. Did she not know how hard it was to get a decent job in Mumbaii that too during this recession what the hell was she thinking taking Shabbir's mobile. She had explained to him the previous night how she had found it and he had been upset then you should've handed it to the manager he had chided her immediately. "I forgot" she had replied quietly and he had nodded in reluctance apprehensive about the next day and now she stood like a culprit being scorned on by all. "But I didn't" she had tried to explain panic stricken when the manager had held up his hand to quieten her "Enough with it I'm calling the police you can explain to them clearly how exactly it all happened" he had thundered his face purple with rage. It was the first time that any of the employees had been caught stealing at his studio and he was going to set Anjali as an example for the rest of them to take heed from. Anjali's eyes had watered as she heard the manager summon the police to the sets "Sir please listen to me I didn't steal it" she had pleaded but it had fallen on deaf ears.
Ten minutes later the police mobile had arrived and Anjali had been handcuffed and made to sit in it. She shivered at the prospect of being charged for a crime she had not committed the slow tears had made their way down her face as she stared at Mohit helplessly, he though was unable to do anything for her. As the van rolled on the tarmac exiting the gates of the studio Anjali had buried her face in her hands and cried why did fate have to be so cruel. At the station she had been locked up in the cell after her report had been filed she had tried to explain yet again but the hard almost shocking slap from the female constable had rendered her speechless. Sitting on the cold cemented floor she had rested her face on her knees wrapping her arms around them balling up she had wept to her heart's content. But that too had been short lived as she was roughly pulled up by the constable who had rendered her another slap much to her astonishment. She had tried to stop her only to receive another good one which had torn her lip. "I didn't steal" she had screamed in retaliation "You are here because you stole" the constable had sneered now go sit in the corner. After you leave from here you'll never steal" a vicious smile had spread over the constable's face as she exited the cell leaving Anjali to slide to the floor crying harder than before as blood oozed out from her fresh wound. Shabbir had driven through the iron gates humming softly he had nearly wrapped up with a large chunk of his shoot for Kayamath and was happy as he would be getting the next day off. Parking his car in the lot he had walked up to the manager's office entering it he had inquired about his mobile and was quite relieved when the manager handed it back to him. "Where did you find it?" he had asked intrigued at the retrieval of such a costly appliance he had considered it as good as gone. "One of the make up crew had it these low lifes can't get any more disgusting can they" the manager had remarked arrogantly. Shabbir had considered it rather odd for the manager to talk so rudely regarding his employees but had kept his silence tucking the mobile in his pocket he had started walking towards his car it was his off day and he had just come to check on his mobile when he heard someone call him.
"Sir... Shabbir Sir!" Mohit had shouted running up to a bewildered Shabbir. "Sir she didn't steal your mobile" he had blurted as he neared Shabbir "Who?" Shabbir had frowned in return. "Anjali ... she found your mobile under your van last night. She wanted to give it back to you today, she is not a thief sir. They have sent her to the police station for no fault of hers" he had pleaded for mercy. "Anjali" Shabbir had echoed the name seemed familiar and then the phone call the previous night flashed through his mind "Anjali Mathur?" he had questioned Mohit who had quickly assented. "Why didn't she tell the manager that?" Shabbir had queried perplexed he hadn't thought of it going this far. "She tried to but he wouldn't listen... please help her sir" he was begging Shabbir now. "Fine come with me we'll get her at the station" Shabbir had motioned Mohit to sit in his Santro and they had both left the premises making a beeline for the police station. Shabbir's heart kept flipping this was the first time he had been responsible for an innocent to suffer though he had never asked the manager to lodge a police complaint he still felt guilty being the generous soul that he was. Driving through the crowded streets they had reached the station stepping inside Mohit has identified the inspector and had run up to him. "Inspector we are here to take back our complaint" he had informed the rather burly and sour looking man. "You think I'm free writing and taking back complaints we are not releasing her" he had waived off Mohit telling the constable to do away with him. He obviously had not seen Shabbir and had thought Mohit to be alone. "I think this is your job Inspector you are paid to do it.... I had the complaint registered I am taking it back now release the girl at once" Shabbir had ordered the man he certainly had not made a good impression on him. The Inspector had groaned then frowning as he opened the register Shabbir's star status had him overpowered and he wasn't going to jeopardize his job for a girl. Shabbir's eyes had roved inside the confinements of the barred vicinity to find her huddled on the floor oblivious to the entire scenario her head on her knees her eyes closed as trails of tears glistened on her face. He felt a slight wring in his stomach he noticed she was still crying her body trembling as the tears continued to flow even through closed eyes. The Inspector had then asked Shabbir to sign the release papers and he had willingly jotted his name on the dotted line atleast he'd be free of the nagging guilt now. Little had he known it was easier said than done.
The cold constable had snickered ruthlessly at Anjali before yanking her to her feet abruptly holding her roughly by her arm causing her eyes to fly open. She staggered while gaining ground and steadied herself against the thick iron bars Shabbir had watched the entire scenario mutely. "Come on you are free now" she had heard the constable grunt considering it to be a dream nonetheless she had found the courage to propel her legs forward. Stepping out of her imprisonment she had been surprised to see Mohit stand with Shabbir. Her eyes had clouded again as she had run to Mohit "Did they believe me?" she had questioned Mohit hopefully. She really needed the job and until and unless the manager believed in her innocence she would not be able to return back to the studio. "I don't think so I just told Shabbir sir about the truth" Mohit had shrugged his shoulders helplessly and her face had fallen. Shabbir had studied the prints on her cheeks intently also the caked blood that adorned her lower lip and something inside him had boiled. How dare they touch her for no fault of hers he had thought angrily surprising his ownself Anjali had looked up at him then her moist eyes bewitching him. "I..." her lips had quivered as she twisted her fingers mercilessly "I hadn't stolen it... I tried to find you but you weren't there" a tear had dropped from her eye then landing on Shabbir's shoe something he hadn't been able to miss. He had sighed "I know... I'm really sorry all this happened due to my negligence I should've informed that idiot you had told me about having the mobile with you before he turned you in" he had apologized accepting his mistake gravely. He couldn't believe they had tortured her just for nothing but since he didn't want to make a scene out of the situation he had decided against questioning the fat inspector and his rather evil constable for their pathetic behaviour. The trio had trooped out of the station "Anjali go home I'll talk to you later... I still have to attend the shoot" Mohit had remarked dissapointedly and she had nodded in assent. Shabbir had left the two to talk and had sauntered towards his Santro well his part of the work had finished in his opinion. Mohit had sprinted towards the open road he had spotted his bus approaching and wished to catch it before it sped off. Anjali had sucked in a huge lungful of air she would have to walk home the policeman had taken away the last hundred rupee note she had, remarking that it too must have been stolen and had threatened her that it was best if she didn't talk about it to anyone. Asking him back for it would only mean inviting more trouble and she was already in a deep mess. The afternoon sun beat hot on her she had not eaten since morning and it was nearly four moreover her fright had dazed her. She lifted heavy steps towards the entrance of the station wrapping her arms around herself she felt as if the whole world had its eyes on her, like she was a thief stealing her way out of the station.
The thought had made her sob the added weight of being jobless wasn't very pacifying either and her vision blurred as tears rolled down her cheeks. Making her way on the street she ambled on oblivious of the busy life bustling around her thinking on her next course of action she had absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip and that had caused a wave of pain to shoot around her mouth. She immediately released her now bleeding lip closing her eyes in agony that was when she heard tyres screech behind her and felt a strong hand pull her she had spun around then hitting something solid. Slowly opening her eyes she took in Shabbir's robust form close to her she was still enclosed in his heavy arms that rested on her back his hands holding her head back to view her properly his coal black eyes watching her enraged. Fearing himself being noticed he had dragged her to the car making her sit on the passenger seat before occupying the driving seat himself. Gunning the engine he drove away from the spot before the people gathered around could identify him "What the hell were you thinking standing in the middle of the road" he had reprimanded her steering the car through the thick traffic. She had not answered him but had silently wiped her tears away that just wouldn't stop flowing blood trickled down her cut lip from a thin crack which Shabbir was quick to notice. "Did they hit you?" he had asked in a milder tone this time and she had lifted her complaining eyes to him her lips remained sealed though. Her eyes, they were windows to her soul and Shabbir could almost read them right now they seemed to be holding him responsible for her condition there was a sea of anguish that wished to be released Shabbir had averted his gaze from her. "Here" Shabbir had handed her a tissue from the pack on the dash board "wipe that" he had pointed to the pencil trail of blood and she had dabbed her wound with it. "Do you too think I stole your mobile?" she had asked softly startling him as his eyes searched her now pale countenance again "No" he had replied honestly. "If you had you wouldn't have attended my call or given me your name" he had tried to ease her, guilt ridden to the core. "Tell me where you live and I'll drop you" Shabbir had offered that was the least he could do drop her off home after making her go through hell just for his stupid mobile. She had supplied him the address to her chawl and he had driven quietly hoping no one recognized him there which would be a miracle in itself. His character Milind Mishra was a household phenomena and as he understood was well liked by the masses a get away would be tough if he landed in any public place. As the massive structure loomed in view Shabbir had looked at her questioningly and she had nodded her head in assent. "I'll get off here or people might recognize you" she had told him as he parked in a considerably secluded spot.
Opening the door she had stepped out on the curb shutting the door behind her he watched her slim figure walk away in the distance her head bent low. He had reversed his car when he noticed something glistening lying on the car seat which she had occupied minutes earlier. It was a gold chain hers most probably picking it up he had ruminated on it and remembered her wearing it earlier "Crap!" he had muttered now he'd have to go return it. He could've returned it later but he didn't want her breaking her head thinking she must've lost it. Taking out his baseball cap from the glove compartment he had perched it on his head and donning his shades had shut the engine off locking the car behind him he made his way to the chawl. The chain tightly gripped in his fist he followed her she was far away now and as he looked on had disappeared in a door on the second floor. The area seemed deserted for the moment and he had thanked his lucky stars jumping up the steps he reached the wooden door and had rapped on it impatiently. The door had been opened immediately by a chubby teenager nearly half his age who looked at him inquisitively. "Anjali" he had spoken and she had allowed him entrance. He spotted her almost immediately sitting on a wicker chair nearly spent rubbing her temples ruthlessly. She sat turned sideways from him and thus had not spotted him when the door had been knocked she had considered it to be one of the children from the chawl Supriya taught a few of them earning a few bucks in the process. He would've called her out if the air hadn't been sliced by the shrill cries of a baby Anjali's eyes had snapped open she would've left had the teenager not stalled her. "I'll bring her" she had said before disappearing into one of the two rooms emerging shortly with a tiny baby crying vehemently in her arms, it's little face red as it flailed its arms kicking its feet in anger. She had handed the baby to Anjali who had kissed it tenderly her lips smiling despite the ache "Sshhh" she had shushed the cherub rocking it gently.
"You'r hungry na jaan... " she had patted the baby gently placing her on her lap and lifting her tee shirt had guided the baby's small mouth to her bosom. Shabbir stood stoned she was the child's mother and she hardly looked twenty he had considered her to be the child's elder sister, was there something he had missed he mused silently. He had averted his gaze from the scene and had cleared his throat wondering where the other girl had disappeared without informing Anjali of his presence. The sound had alarmed Anjali who had jerked up causing the baby to be disturbed and it had wailed in retaliation. Pulling her tee shirt down she had stared at Shabbir astounded by his presence inches away from her trying to pacify the baby to her best who simply was in no mood to remain hungry any longer. "I think you should finish what you were doing I can wait.... if that's ok" he had said and Anjali had nodded asking him to take a seat disappearing in the next room. The other girl had appeared then carrying a tray consisting of a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits handing him the tea she had sit on the chair opposite him. "So you're Shabbir... the great Milind Mishra... how does it feel actually being in a chawl?" she had recognized him asking in a plain tone but to Shabbir it felt as if she mocked his status. "I'm not oblivious of chawls have had relatives living there besides I do live in India" he had answered bitingly replacing the cup on the small centre table this was probably the single most horrible day in his life. "It's all because of your stupid star status that she had to be jailed the duration isn't the question but the treatment certainly is" the young teenager had spat out, she certainly was an unrelenting soul who held Shabbir responsible for Anjali's plight. "I didn't file the complaint" Shabbir had tried to expound on the truth "You didn't clear the truth either too" she had countered the charge and he glared at her.
It seemed Anjali had filled her in on the details as soon as she stepped inside he didn't hold her responsible though her battered condition would've caused anyone to question her. "Why are we fighting?" he had finally asked good naturedly "Who's fighting?" Supriya had questioned puzzled and Shabbir had laughed aloud. "Yeah that's just right" he had smiled "Well actually I was really angry at you and your mobile, if it hadn't been for it Anjali wouldn't have lost her job" she had sighed defeated "And she has Sanaya to look after too it's not easy raising a child on your own" she had enlightened him on the harsh facts. "What about the baby's father?" he had questioned still confused "And her family don't they support her?" he had suddenly started feeling extremely interested in Anjali's life. It was like a maze and he wanted to get to the very end at super sonic speed. Supriya had looked at him uncomfortably "You know its her life I'd appreciate if she divulges in the details herself" and Shabbir had shaken his head in acknowledgment. A thick silence had ensued after her remark he sat pondering on his situation how and why he had landed in it was beyond his comprehension. It didn't last long though as the door to the adjoining room had opened and Anjali had walked out with a gurgling Sanaya in her arms obviously sated after her feed. Shabbir's lips had turned into a smile almost automatically he absolutely adored children and got along with them pretty well. As Anjali took her seat beside them Supriya had left clearing the table of the untouched contents "Is that your sister?" Shabbir had asked pointing to Supriya's disappearing form and Anjali had smiled. "I'd like to consider her that but she's actually my best friend and neighbour.. takes care of Sanaya during the day" she had cleared the facts. Sanaya who had all this while been studying Shabbir had let out a soft laugh grinning at Shabbir exposing her gummed mouth.
"How old is she?" he had inquired reaching out for her bloated tummy tickling it gently and she had gurgled again catching his thumb in her tiny fist as if to stop him from his actions. Anjali couldn't help but watch her child play happily "She's four months old" Anjali had informed him tracing her baby's shapely lips. Shabbir had taken Sanaya in his arms not bothering to ask for Anjali's permission somehow he had an inkling she wouldn't mind. Placing her soft foot pads on his lap he had held her up to him but she had buckled her knees immediately making him laugh and he had picked her in his protective hold rubbing his cheek to her face kissing her softly. She was a beautiful baby with a creamy complexion thick black hair that swirled at the top of her head her eyes were a replica of her mother's bright and deep green with a small delicate nose and soft pink lips Shabbir had fallen in love with her instantaneously. Anjali wondered why he had come after her in the first place but maintained her silence it had been a long time since she had seen Sanaya that happy and a few more minutes of play wouldn't harm anyone. Sanaya's tiny hands had reached Shabbir's fist and she had tugged at it he had complied then revealing the sparkling golden object it held within. "My chain" Anjali had exclaimed her hand searching for it around her neck was the one he held in his palm her's she had wondered. "Well yes this is yours I believe you dropped it in the car... I just came to return it" he had caught her eye explicating on his presence there. "Thanks" she had whispered taking it back from him a thin sheen glazing her eyes. She had clasped it back on holding it in her hand she had watched it long probably reminiscing on some old memory relevant to it. Sanaya had cooed then as Shabbir fondled her lovingly her lips forming indecipherable words not that the language barr mattered to the duo as they both were perfectly in sync with each other, Anjali noticed the way Shabbir's eyes twinkled as Sanaya responded to his beckoning. Supriya had returned and had joined them "I think I should get going now" Anjali had stood up "Here's some food Anjali" Supriya had handed her a covered vessel.
"Supriya I'm fine and I have some at home" she had tried to evade her persistent friend "Yes and what's on the menu dry rusks with water you know you quite forget that with this healthy diet you might as well end up starving that daughter of your's. One cannot feed two bodies with rusks morning afternoon and night" Supriya had scolded her making Anjali squirm. "Supriya I'll get something" she had stepped forward lifting Sanaya from Shabbir's lap though both were reluctant to let go of each other. "Supriya right" Shabbir had confirmed standing up drawing both the women's attention "How about I get her a good dinner, an attempt at redemption for my mistake" he had smiled genuinely and Supriya had agreed smilingly while Anjali gaped at him. Shabbir Ahluwalia was offering to get her dinner the tabloids would have a field day if they found out and the last thing she wanted was cheap publicity at his expense. She had shaken her head in the negative almost immediately "Shabbir it's ok I'll manage Supriya is just in the habit of acting like my grandma" Anjali had discounted the idea almost immediately. "Well I actually want to make up for the afternoon" he had replied honestly another fact that he hadn't stated was that he wanted to spend some more time with Sanaya he absolutely adored her. "But" Anjali had started "No buts Anjali go get ready I'll get Sanaya dressed till then" Supriya had practically shoved Anjali out of the house leaving her quite helpless in the regard. Shabbir had walked to the open window then where he could spot the children play in the courtyard beside the chawl building at this rate he'd have to make a dash for his vehicle he had thought grimly. His eyes scanned the interior of the small house that lacked in major comforts but was certainly filled with warmth and love. Fifteen minutes later both mother and daughter were dressed in different attires Anjali had washed and scrubbed her face diminishing the marks on it her lip though was quite swollen by the trauma it had to go through. She had changed into a white salwar kameez her hair left open her face devoid of make up except the kaajal that lined her deep green eyes. Sanaya had been changed into a flowered pink woolen dress by Supriya with white small shoes to match handing Sanaya to Shabbir Supriya had waved them off. "Have a nice time" she had whispered to Anjali though it had been quite audible to Shabbir and he had noticed Anjali's cheeks flush by the remark.
They both had made a beeline for the car walking briskly and only when he had them settled in the car had Shabbir breathed easily. As he drove on the dusky streets he searched himself for answers what the hell was he doing driving with a stranger girl just because he had taken a fancy for her baby. He had run an exasperated hand through his curls eyeing the other two occupants warily. His mind chided him for his negligence wasn't he planning to go meet his pals at the club they were practising for a charity cricket match and he was supposed to be there instead he was loitering on the streets racking his brains to come up with a place where he couldn't be spotted with this woman, this was absolutely ridiculous. "Where are we going?" Anjali had questioned softly God that voice was driving him nuts why did it feel so penetratingly innocent and coupled with those damned eyes it was enough to kill him. "Some place where I won't get clicked" he had remarked jovially and she had laughed softly causing Sanaya to laugh in return since the child thought her mother was playing with her. Shabbir had smiled seeing them both at ease the guilt his heart bore was finally starting to wear off he cruised aimlessly through the streets for half an hour. The sun had started dipping in the horizon when they had left home and now it was dark enough. Sanaya had started feeling restless kicking her little legs in frustration. "Sanaya... jaan stop that" Anjali had tried to appease her rolling the window down so that she may be able to get a breath of fresh air quite forgetting about the star hunk she was accompanying at the moment.
What she had not expected was a crowd to gather immediately "Oh look that's Shabbir" the woman in the car opposite them had squealed in excitement spotting him at the wheel soon people had started peeping in through the open window. Unfortunately for Anjali Shabbir had heard the remark and had glowered at her rolling the tinted glass up at once he sped off as soon as the lights at the signal turned green. "What did you want, cheap publicity?" he had growled he hated his privacy being compensated on and Anjali had regretted on her action immediately. She had simply forgotten about Shabbir being a celebrity being quite unaccustomed to the inhibited lifestyle Shabbir was used to lead. For the rest of the journey Anjali had stayed quiet and had pressed Sanaya close to her restraining her from any outrageous activity. Unable to decide on any eatery that would provide them with the much required concealment he had driven straight home. As he parked the car in the parking lot Anjali had stepped out hesitantly "What place is this?" she had questioned scanning the practically empty parking lot. "My home" Shabbir had answered seriously and Anjali had stared at him in astonishment, now why had he brought her home.
Shabbir had lifted his feet towards the building's entrance cursing himself mentally for ever offering to take her to dinner but what else could have been done. He could not risk taking her to any club or restaurant the last thing he wanted was to be linked with his make up assistant the press would hound him with it for eternity. Moreover more than him it would've affected Anjali keeping her mysterious single mother status in mind the reason he had opted to take her home it would be a much safer bet. His mother was attending to her sick sister in Pune he had known she would be leaving by the evening flight and his father was in Canada visiting his elder brother who had settled in Toronto the previous year. His sister worked in a prestigious firm in Delhi so the house was practically all to him which meant he could easily get the dinner fixed and have it done over with soon. He really wished he could catch Natalie online tonight it had been a week since they had last conversed and he was beginning to feel restless now. He had reached the elevator at the end of the parking lot when he realized he was all alone now where had she disappeared he had frowned walking back the entire length to see her stand near the Santro still contemplating. "You deaf or what I said come" he had repeated quite irked by now "No" Anjali had denied flatly her eyes bore a defiant streak something that was quite new to watch. "You said we were going to get dinner, you didn't mention your home" she had flashed clutching Sanaya tightly to her who couldn't understand her mother's sudden hard grip on her and started wriggling in her hands.
"And what let the tabloids print rubbish about me and you unlike you I do have a reputation to protect" he had blurted and something in Anjali's eyes had broken as if a glass sheet had been shattered to smithereens, and that had been the precise moment when her patience had snapped. "Since I am actually quite dispensable and obviously quite reputationless in your opinion I'd appreciate if you drop the matter here. I'm going home" she had retorted. Hot tears spilling down her cheeks she had turned on her heel marching towards the open gates making him realize his blunder. She had thought he considered her characterless oh God these women he had balled his fists in misery this kind deed was getting on his nerves now. "Anjali!" he had exclaimed yet she had not stopped when he had found his feet pursuing her "Wait" he had commanded holding her by her arm. "I didn't mean it that way" he had tried to explain while she stood silent her eyes telling her tale of woes biting her lower lip. "Stop that" he had told her keeping it's swollen size in view "You'll chew it off someday" he had derided her making her look at him highly puzzled. A few minutes ago he had deemed her as someone without a reputation and now he was asking her to put a stop to her self torture why was he so confused. "All I meant was that my status does not allow me to enjoy outings like normal people there are only very few places I can go to without being detected and I can't take you to my haunts my friends are going to take it all wrong" he had sighed hoping whatever he had said made sense. She had watched him minutely blinking her eyes in discomfiture the reasoning did sound genuine and from all she had gathered of him he did appear to be a decent guy something inside her urged her to trust him. "Won't your parents mind you bringing me home" she had asked softly which made him understand she had consented to some extent.
"No one's at home" he had told her honestly and a slight wave of fear had crept over her. "No one" she had echoed "And you will go home safe and sound that I promise" he had emphasized on the last part making her colour. "Now can we go?" he had smiled and she had assented following him to the elevator stepping inside it as he punched the floor number on the pad. Soon they stood at his apartment and he had unlocked it allowing her to step inside switching on the lights to the hallway he had illuminated it for her to observe in silence. "Make yourself comfortable" he had pointed to the sofa set "I'll place the order. What will you have for dinner?" he had questioned walking backwards to the telephone stand. "Anything you like" she had answered smiling stepping on the plush Turkish carpet she had reached the inner confines of the hallway. Settling Sanaya on the soft upholstered sofa she had placed cushions around her so that the child may not topple over leaving her to pull at the strands she had discovered loose in one of the cushions. She scanned the hall it was rather spacious, done in creamy tones the sofas were gold tinted with a cream and gold fabric holding them together. The thick curtains draped on the windows were a rich slightly dark cream with swirls of chocolate brown in them, up ahead there was a glass cabinet. She had walked up to it studying the contents eagerly it housed expensive silverware on the lowest shelf the middle one held shields and cups. She crouched low to read the inscriptions they were all Shabbir's collected during his school and college years for his involvement in sports and dramatics. On the top shelf were delicate figurines and small crystal items, the top of the cabinet adorned framed photographs of him and his family. There was one with his whole family, another one of his parents smiling at each other. A third one had the siblings involved in a pillow fight while the fourth was of his sister at her graduation with Shabbir hugging her tightly. She laughed softly watching the mischievous glint in his eyes he probably was a naughty prankster since childhood. He had appeared then his face glistening drops of water still clinging to his stubble he probably had freshened up. Walking up to Sanaya he had sit down beside her placing her in his lap playing with her small fingers as she tried to stuff them all in her mouth. "Hungry huh" he had questioned her while she watched him with large green eyes "Wait till I feed you chicken tikka you'll like it na" he had cooed gently kissing her little tummy till she squealed in delight buckling her little feet beneath her.
Anjali had spied his childhood picture amidst the frames and laughed a carefree laugh watching him in his shorts holding a soccer ball to himself. "You look so cute" she had smiled pointing to him in the picture "God is this still here" he had groaned cutely. "My maa loves this one just won't let me dump it all the aunties go gaga over it" he had rolled his eyes making Anjali laugh harder. "You should be happy you have fans of all ages" she had smiled placing the frame back. Sanaya had by now started sucking his thumb trying to grind it between her tender gums. She was going to start teething soon and her gums itched so she bit on almost anything and everything she could get hold off. "You'r baby's beautiful" he had complimented her and she had smiled joining the duo on the sofa. "Takes after my maa" she had informed him but the remark had left her saddened which he was quick to notice. "So what about your family do they live in the chawl with you? Is her father a make up artist too?" he had probed her watching her intently her eyes had watered by his questions and she fought hard to control her tears. "When will the dinner arrive?" she had tried to evade the subject "Is that what you are going to tell her when she asks about her daddy?" Shabbir had murmured. He understood there was some dark secret behind the smiling faade she had on her face and curiously enough he wanted to know. Why was something that he was not prepared to answer even to himself but something in those deep green eyes bewitched him. When she saw him all that he could focus on were those eyes and right now too he seemed to have drowned in them as she held him captive with her gaze. Anjali had thought long on what to say it was always this way who ever met Sanaya questioned about her father and her wounds would be nicked open. She longed to let go of the hurt that constricted her heart which bled each time she was made to go through the agony of recollecting her past. Closing her eyes she had let the tears run free and Shabbir had not stopped her he felt as if he stood on the brink to discovery and if he made even the slightest move she would withdraw. "Why are you so adamant to know about him...." she had whispered hardly able to breathe it had been the first time in a year that she had broached the subject let alone think about it. All the pain associated with the issue had returned and suddenly she wasn't very hungry either regretting her decision to come here in the first place. "I had read sorrows alleviate if shared" he had remarked in a soft tone gently patting Sanaya who drowsily lay in his protective arms. "What about those that only churn further sorrows can they be shared too" she was still apprehensive. "Provided you trust the person you share them with" he had stated softly and she had watched him again, did that mean he wanted her to trust him.
"How do I trust you?" she had questioned him searching him for clues "I think you already do, else you wouldn't be here all alone with me" he had supplied her with an adequate enough answer making her lower her eyes to her clasped hands. "Aman and I were friends he was Sujoy uncle's son my father's best friend and business partner" he was all ears as she replayed her past afore him. "My father owns the Pharmaceutical company 'Mathur and company'" she had cited one of the top pharma companies in the city making Shabbir stare at her. The daughter of an industrialist living in such despicable conditions the information had only served to fuel his intrigue. "My mother passed away when I was twelve, my father took care of me had me sent to a good school and doted on me. I guess those are the best days of my life" she had smiled ruefully reminiscing on her past. "I was too young to understand the hypocrisy of life then Aman was elder to me four years or so, he and I had been friends since childhood so I never suspected him of treachery when he claimed he loved me on my seventeenth birthday. I felt so happy to be loved by someone I had known my entire life. I was naive and fell for his boyish charms and since I was quite unchaperoned he had me twisted around his little finger." A fresh onset of tears had muffled her voice making Shabbir curse himself now for ever bringing up the topic. "Six months in our relationship he proposed me knowing full well I wouldn't dream of denying him and I accepted blindfolded by his so called love. Our fathers were busy attending a conference in Simla he had the perfect opportunity, he drove me straight to a temple where we exchanged our vows which I later came to know was a sham. The mandir was a set the pundit his friend and the marriage fake but I had considered it quite genuine. When I pressed him for getting it done legally he told me that since I was still a minor in the eyes of the state he had stalled the marriage registration. For days he hounded me to give myself to him but I dreaded the circumstances since we still hadn't informed anyone about our so called marriage. I wanted us to be husband and wife infront of the world before we gave in to pleasures of the flesh but he said he couldn't wait longer. I was his wife and he had a right on me one such persistent evening he took me out for dinner the unsuspecting fool that I was I had hardly dreamed of what he was upto. He mixed something in my drink which caused me to be immobilized then he took me to one of his private apartments where he....." and then she had choked unable to continue further sobbing hysterically.
Shabbir was gripped with remorse that cheap shot Aman if he were infront of him Shabbir surely would've strangled him then and there. Since Sanaya had fallen asleep he had laid her head on the cushion placing her little body on the sofa he put another cushion beside her so that she would not fall over and had joined Anjali on her sofa. He gazed at her in anguish usually holding hands and kissing women wasn't a problem for him but with Anjali he felt a restrain as if he wished to have her consent before making any move lest she consider him wrong. "Anjali" he had whispered causing her to sense his presence beside her she had tried to wipe her tears which fell thick and fast her hands shivering. A sudden wave of empathy had swept over Shabbir and he had cupped her face tenderly he felt her flinch but he did not loosen his hold on her making her face him her eyes lifting up to his unable to decipher the emotion his held. "Just because he used you doesn't mean you are a bad person" he had tried to appease her. "But the world thinks I'm characterless, my father kicked me out of the house when I became pregnant. I tried to tell him what Aman did but I had no proof of his forced actions on me. My Papa thinks I failed him that I couldn't control my..." and she had hiccuped hot tears drenching Shabbir's hands and deep down in his heart he had felt something stir within him. Shabbir had slung his arms around her pulling her close letting her soak his shirt with the salt water "I hate myself so much..." she whimpered as he rested his chin on her head closing his own eyes. Why was he consoling her he had mused inwardly she wasn't even his friend but he couldn't help doing that, it was meant to be. Anjali rested against his broad chest breathing hard it had been long enough that she had harboured this misery in her heart. She could never forget the day Aman had denied them getting married "I never married you... where's the proof? I don't know who's child you are carrying.. probably belongs to one of the many you slept with" he had mocked her infront of two hundred people who had gathered there to celebrate the twenty fifth anniversary of the company shattering the illusion of love she had been living in. Even after his assault Anjali had forced herself to believe that he had a right on her since she was his wife but that same evening in the party she had heard him gloat about him taking her for the first time without marriage to his friend, thanking him for his help for the entire fake set up. The shame, the pain, the horror and the sarcasm haunted her each day, to walk out of her own house as a criminal was too much for her.
She could not think of anyone to help her and had practically run all the way from her house to Supriya's home in the chawl. Her fingers tightened on the fabric as she bunched Shabbir's shirt reliving all those horrific moments her relatives shunned her and she was branded a cheap lusty woman cited as an example to girls her age. She had not wronged yet stood accused of doing it her pregnancy and labour had been the toughest period in her life had it not been for Supriya and Mohit she might have died on some rubbish dump. Mohit had arranged for the one room apartment in his chawl for her and paid the rent for it too. Long nights she had wept in isolation with God alone as witness to her agony she taught the chawl children maths and science for pennies making enough to feed herself. Sanaya's birth was a miracle in itself she did not have the money to pay for any gynae's services and had ended up delivering at home with the help of a nurse who resided in the chawl and had taken pity on her condition. Gauging by the strength with which she clutched his shirt front Shabbir could understand the extent of pain he had subjected her to and felt deeply saddened. "Don't you think you've tortured yourself enough over it already, forget the world they have no right to consider you anything" he had murmured making her gaze at him. "Is that why you avoid the tabloids like the plague?" she had wanted to know forgetting her own throes concerned for his and he had laughed softly. "Yes I hate being misconstrued reason I keep my distance from the press. Any girl I touch becomes my girl friend someone I am bound to marry" he had smiled making her smile a bit. "I'm sorry I soiled your shirt" Anjali had apologized trying to move away when he kept holding on. "To hell with the shirt I'll get a new one, you listen to me first. From now on you'r not going to feel ashamed of anything it was not your fault and that is the bottom line" he had gazed at her deeply. "What do I tell Sanaya when she grows up, she doesn't even have a last name, won't she hold me responsible?" Anjali was close to tears again . "Tell her he is as good as dead as for the name we'll think of something, still a long way to go till she joins school ok" he had murmured softly encouraging her in soothing tones and she had nodded her head her thick tresses falling haphazardly over her silken skin. On an impulse Shabbir's hand had lifted from around her and tucked her tresses away making her watch him in a whole new light. "I think at this stage we can be friends" he had chuckled releasing her and she had smiled wiping her tears away "Friends" she had beamed happy in a very long time as they both shook hands over their new pact.
After her heart felt confession Anjali felt very much at peace and since Shabbir was interested in her past she had given him all the details including the gory ones which had made him understand her all the better. The conviction and courage she had displayed on raising her daughter on her own appeared commendable to him and he couldn't help respecting her for that. Time had whiled and the conversation had shifted to Shabbir's flings with his co stars on sets "Is it all not true?" Anjali had questioned about his link up with Sangeeta Ghosh and the likes of it. "If it were true don't you think I'd have made myself a couple of these by now" he had pointed towards a peacefully slumbering Sanaya making Anjali smile. "I take it you like children" she had remarked "I love them actually I absolutely flipped for the baby we had on the sets for Kayamath. Kaif was such a cute kid Panchi couldn't lift him poor fellow so we exchanged him for a lighter one" he had delved in the details making Anjali laugh. "Aw the child was a healthy one " Anjali had sympathised. "Now where is that delivery guy?" Shabbir had checked his watch once again the delay was making his stomach growl and since it was the first time he was not eating boiled vegetables after recovering from the illness he was looking forward to the treat he had ordered. "Aren't you supposed to be on a diet or something you were ill recently right?" Anjali had suddenly recalled the talks on the set regarding his extended illness and subsequent leave. "Well if I can work I can eat too" he had pouted childishly "What have you ordered?" she had questioned hoping it wasn't something very spicy for his sake. "I ordered chinese it has less spice" he had told her pacing the hall restlessly. "Why don't you do your pending work till he comes, is there anything you have to do?" she had asked to make small talk. "Yeah I've got to press my clothes for tomorrow" he had replied which reminded Anjali of her jobless status. "Shabbir if you wouldn't mind could you... do me a favour?" she had queried hesitantly. "Sure" he had consented opening the fridge and screwing up his nose at the sight of spinach juice reading the note his mother had left him tacked on the fridge. Dismissing the note he had ignored it completely his mother may consider him Popoye incarnated but he was not going to torture himself by drinking that poison liquid.
"Can you tell the manager I didn't steal your phone, maybe if you say so he will hire me back" she had looked at him hopefully. "I'll talk to him" Shabbir had complied allaying her worries "Thanks" she had whispered her voice laden with gratitude as they stood near the kitchen counter engrossed in conversation the lights had gone out. "Damn" Shabbir had groaned power cuts in Mumbaii were quite unpredictable "Shabbir" Anjali's frightened voice had floated in the dark and he had advanced towards it navigating through the pitch dark. "Where are you?" he had called out his arms outstretched when he heard a sharp moan from her "Anjali don't move I'm coming" he had instructed her his hands groping for her in the dark. Carefully he made his away around the counter and further down the hall to find her standing by the sofa "What happened?" he had asked as his hands fell on her soft form. "I hit my foot against the sofa" she had answered. "Who asked you to play hide and seek" he had admonished her "Sanaya is all alone I thought I'd go to her" she had answered meekly and he had released his breath how could he forget she was a mother too more protective of her child than her ownself. "Ok wait here I'll get the candles" he had told her before retreating slowly towards the kitchen area opening one of the drawers he fumbled for the candles they always were in the same place so it was not an extensive search. Lighting it with his lighter he had held his palm close to the flame bringing it to where she stood in the haloed brightness of the candle light she appeared breath taking to him and for a split second he stood comparing her to Natalie. Her skin glowed in the amber light her eyes shining like twin garnets as she lifted them to watch him the outline of her lips was so clearly visible Shabbir had felt like tracing them, impulsively she had tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear lowering her gaze unable to meet his scrutinizing one. When he still didn't move let alone blink she had felt her cheeks flush and had turned away. The act had served as a reality check what the hell he had jerked his head and snapped out of his trance admonishing himself for his stupidity and together they had walked over to where Sanaya slept undisturbed. As Anjali sat adjusting the cushions beside the little form they had heard a rap on the door "Finally!" Shabbir had exclaimed attending the door where the delivery guy handed him the packets and after receiving the payment had left. He took the contents out of the plastic bags and had dumped the food in the plates making Anjali giggle "I'll help" she had offered taking over.
Carefully spooning the rest of the food in bowls she had lain the plates and silver ware for two lighting a few more candles to give them ample ambiance and had called him. "Nice" he had smiled rubbing his palms together in glee "Water?" Anjali had asked and he had directed her to the fridge where she had found the spinach juice consequently she spotted the note Shabbir's mother had left for him and had brought it along with the bottle. Shabbir who had been hogging the chinese had frowned at the poison liquid "Ok why is this here?" he had eyed the contents of the crystal jug raising his eyebrows. "It's here for us to drink" she had smiled "Oh you like it... great finish it then" he had grinned cheekily. "Actually we are going to drink it" she had smiled sweetly "I wouldn't advise you to give it to Sanaya... she's too young for poison" he had chided her seriously making her burst with laughter. "Come on it can't be that bad... lets make a deal. You drink this and then we'll finish the food" she had suggested. "What! this is rubbish" he had groaned "I'm not drinking this at all" he had folded his arms on his chest defiantly. "Please" Anjali had smiled gazing at him "This is blackmail" he had retorted causing her to giggle. "Fine you do this and I'll do something for you in return" she had offered him and his eyes had glinted. "Really!" he had paused dramatically and she had felt her smile falter what would he ask her for, he had moved forward leaning in on her as she watched him tight lipped, he most probably had read the fear in her eyes and had smiled reassuringly. "I want to be able to play with Sanaya... a profound friendship between us is the price... are you ready to pay" he had asked her in low tones flaring the climax and she had ruptured in a bubbly laughter. "I accept" she had assented after catching her breath "Now drink" she had poured him the green juice and he had forced his mouth open gulping the contents in one go. At the end of it he had contorted his face wiping his tongue with his napkin "Yuck yuck!!!" he had muttered feigning anger at her. "Drink it now" he had forced her "I'm not sick" she had tried to wheedle "Ahaan where did the we will drink go.. drink now...." he had held the glass to her lips making her drink the tasteless juice and she had complied. "Happy" she had smiled "Yes sweet revenge" he had grinned at her and she had joined him in eating. As he ate Anjali had watched him enraptured her eyes taking in the setting against the pitch black of the room they shared food on a table laden with mouth watering cuisine amidst bright burning candles, how many girls her age would have dreamt of such a scenario with him she had thought amused. He had found her meditating a faraway look on her face and had snapped his fingers afore her bringing her out of her thought train.
"Finished" he had questioned and she had nodded in agreement, "Fine then come on I'll drop you home" he had told her. "I'll manage" she had attempted to stop him but he wasn't in a mood to listen "I have to go hit the gym too so it's not much of a big deal" he had explicated and that had her quietened. Clearing the table he had stuffed the remaining food in the fridge stacking the plates in the sink and after freshening up had picked up a still sleeping Sanaya in his arms handing her to Anjali, locking his apartment he had escorted her to the car. Halfway during the ride back to the chawl Sanaya had woken up crying loudly Anjali had tried to assuage her by fanning her with her dupatta but the child was hungry and screamed in agitation. "Why is she crying?" Shabbir had queried tensed to see her go crimson in the face "She's hungry" Anjali had replied. "Then feed her what are you waiting for?" Shabbir had frowned unhappily Anjali had lowered her head her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. How could she feed her baby in front of him she had refrained from engaging in any such activity turning her face to the tinted window. Shabbir had gauged her turmoil, by now Sanaya was crying hard her eyes shed large tears that slid down her cheeks as she clutched Anjali's shirt front and Shabbir's heart had gone out to her immediately turning the car in a deserted lane he had shut the engine. "I'll wait outside just feed her" he had commanded Anjali, stepping out, who had immediately held the baby close to her bosom satisfying her hunger. As Sanaya's sobs had subsided Shabbir's heart had started beating normally again, he wondered why he had suddenly become so attached to the child he had just met her and it wasn't that she was the first baby he had beheld or interacted with. Yet there was this distinct feeling that tugged his heart when she looked at him there would be so much of love in her eyes. He couldn't name the sentiments he harboured in his heart for her all he knew was that needed protection, love and care and that he wouldn't falter if she required it of him. Taking out a cigarette from his pocket he leaned against the car lighting it he took in a deep puff scratching his brow with his thumb thoughlessly, he enjoyed the still quiet night in the alley the solitude and peace was heart warming. By the time he had finished puffing his second cigarette Sanaya had had her fill and he had heard her burp, a few minutes later making herself presentable Anjali had opened the car door and joined him. "She's such a hungry little girl" Anjali had chided her daughter lovingly while she gazed at Shabbir through her glassed eyes chewing her tiny thumb.
Shabbir had held her in his arms placing her on the roof of the car and she had gurgled clasping his thumb in her palm. "You're tummy is full now?" he had asked her gently nudging her face with his own while she burbled to him erupting in spasms of laughter as he tickled her now bare soles. "She's taken a liking to you... which is quite surprising since she doesn't feel comfortable with people she doesn't know" Anjali had narrated to him making Shabbir's smile widen ah so the feeling was mutual Ms Sanaya liked him too now didn't she. Shabbir had wished to stop time then he simply couldn't get enough of the cute little baby who tugged at his thumbs playfully since the rest of his fingers were too large for her to hold but as all good things end this had to end too. As the chill grew Shabbir had taken his seat and they had driven to the chawl without any hitches this time. "Thanks for everything" Anjali had smiled as she stepped out of the vehicle peaceful at heart it had been a dream come true for her to find a friend in him. One who didn't judge her by her past mistakes but had motivated her for the present and future. That night before hitting the bed Shabbir had placed the call to the manager "Anjali Mathur didn't steal my mobile Mr Sharma she'll be joining from tomorrow" he had informed the manager in a sardonic tone. "We can't trust her Shabbir she may be lying" the manager was adamant on not having her back. "We most certainly can trust her" Shabbir had replied coldly not at all pleased to hear such remarks regarding his new friend. "Well if you say so" the manager had finally given in if Shabbir didn't have any qualms with her working at the studio he didn't either besides he couldn't afford to upset Shabbir he was the sole anchor of the show. That night as Anjali had slid in bed she had smiled blissfully today had been such a revolution for her the start may not have been promising yet the end certainly was she still couldn't believe Shabbir was her friend all thanks to her little angel Sanaya.
Turning towards her bundled form she had gently traced her features with her finger tenderly kissing her on her small forehead before drifting off to sleep herself. The next morning had been the usual Anjali had set out for work with Mohit the people on the sets were taken aback to see her there. But when the manager asked her to get to work the buzzing mouths had hushed and everyone had returned to work. It had been Shabbir's day off and he had slept late feeling refreshed he had logged in on his mail account checking out his inbox bursting to the seams with fan mail he flicked through them chuckling at most of the sentimental love mails teenage girls sent him. It felt good to be loved so much and he had felt happy whistling to himself he spotted Natalie's mail amidst the cluttered inbox and had immediately opened it. She had sent him a virtual bouquet of red roses telling him she missed him and he had grinned in happiness his heart sung aloud as he envisioned her beauteous face she was a dream, yet for him she was going to come true. He had immediately written back asking her to be online that night so that they may chat telling her that he missed her too and longed to join her. Even though Anjali had joined the job she realized things weren't the same as before people stopped whispering to each other when she approached them, there was this feeling of uneasiness that cloaked her and she had felt her heart sink. Even Kunal had refrained from conversing with her and that had hurt her most he was her senior she had learnt most of the art of makeup through him and Mohit and held him in high esteem did he too believe she was a petty thief. The day had passed unhappily and at the end of it Anjali had felt tired and worn out tending to her daughter she had retired to bed early that night hoping the coming day would be a lot better. That night Shabbir had finally spotted Natalie online. "Hey sweetheart" he had texted her and she had responded in kind they had chatted for a good hour before Natalie had explained that she needed to leave as it was nearly dinner time there. Shabbir bade her a reluctant goodbye and settled down to sleep himself tomorrow was still another day.
Part 7
"Shabbir give me the bottle yaar enough is enough" Anita had run after him across the vast premise of the studio she was thirsty so was he. There was just one bottle of mineral water left since the stocks hadn't been replenished till yet and they had both fought over it like cats and dogs. "Here you can have this one" Anjali had appeared on the set handing Anita her water bottle, she had been cleaning up back stage and had heard them chase each other for the last one. "It's not mineral but it is boiled" she had informed Anita before she unscrewed the cap "Oh come if you can drink it so can I" Anita had smiled warmly at her as Shabbir sank on one of the empty bleachers watching them from afar. At least the one he had was safe now victorious and elated he had shown Anita a V sign. In response Anita had stuck out her tongue at Shabbir showing him a thumbs down she had thanked Anjali before unscrewing the cap and putting the bottle to her lips. "That monkey" Anita had grumbled pointing to Shabbir "took away my bottle...they should put him in a cage" she had fumed making Anjali laugh aloud. She had really come to like Anita who was a clear hearted soul and as naughty as Shabbir. At any given time the two could be found playing pranks on the other contestants or fighting over eatables. Panting breathlessly Shabbir had joined them onstage "Who asked you to give this skunk any water" he had questioned Anjali mocking Anita's black and white attire. "Skunk my foot Shabbir you ape... let me get my hands on you" Anita had screeched in ire. "Don't touch me skunk else I'll start smelling" he had grinned running away again circling Anjali holding her by her shoulders as a shield before him.
"Atleast it'll be a better smell than the one you are wearing... baboon" she had shouted trying to spank him with her half filled water bottle. Anjali meanwhile had doubled over with laughter at their banter though Shabbir held her tightly by her arms. "This is the last warning Anita, if you touch me and I start smelling I swear I'm going to use all that sun tan lotion of yours to make it wear off" Shabbir had threatened. It was a known fact that Anita was quite obsessive of a certain brand of lotion gifted to her by her good friend Eijaz Khan. "Dare you touch it Shabbir and I'll kill you" she had warned him by now Anjali was hardly able to stand on her own two legs she was laughing so hard and then something totally unexpected had happened. The bottle in Anita's hands had a raised piece of plastic sticking out of the screwed cap it was sharp and slick like a razor. As she bent forward to hit Shabbir he had ducked in time thrusting Anjali in front of him. The bottle had been forced to make contact with Anjali's soft skin the protruding piece of plastic had acted like a knife's sharp blade slicing through Anjali's exposed skin from her collar bone downwards the fabric being drawn down with it. As Anita pulled back the cut had severed running down further still making Anjali gasp in pain as blood spurted from the open wound. Both Shabbir and Anita had stopped prancing horrified to the core and had attended to her immediately. "Oh I'm so sorry Anjali" Anita had apologized deeply ashamed of herself "It's ok" Anjali had managed though she hardly felt anywhere near ok. She could feel her tee shirt being soaked, too fast she had thought dreading it to be a catastrophe. Shabbir had placed his palm over the open gash helping her stand up "Anita go find the first aid kit and bring it to my van" he had ordered his friend. Making Anjali lean in on him he had guided her towards the exit and had brought her to his vanity van sliding the door open he made her sit on the leather couch inside. Anjali's white tee shirt was dyed crimson from where she bled she obviously was in immense pain as the cut was deep clamping her hand on the wound Anjali had bit her lip to ease the pain. Shabbir had shaken his head at her at once releasing her lip from her teeth with a tender pull of his thumb. To Anjali it felt as if an electric bolt has passed around her mouth forgetting her ache momentarily she had glanced at him through those soulful eyes of hers.
The feeling was short lived as she felt herself going weak the gushing blood on her hand reminded her of her precarious situation. Shabbir though electrocuted himself after the direct contact with her flowery lips had refrained from making eye contact fearing himself to drown in those deep green gorges she had for eyes. He had slid down her shirt from the front exposing her honey skin when she had gasped softly attempting to cover it back. "I'll...I'll see to it myself" she had stammered quite aware of Shabbir's dominating presence near her and to make matters worse his touch on her naked skin didn't allow her any peace at all. "Keep sitting" he had growled "You played doctor on me once now it's my turn" he had reminded her and she not resisted then. Studying the cut Shabbir could see it was deep and it wasn't a very pleasing sight to his eyes he wondered if she had indeed ruptured a vein or so the thought itself was devastating if that was the case it could prove fatal for her. Pushing the tee shirt back in place he had clamped it hard on the cut to stop it from bleeding profusely making her moan aloud. "It'll be ok" he had assured her and she had closed her eyes resting her head against him the five minutes till Anita had located the first aid kit and brought it over to his van had felt like five long years to Shabbir. "What were you doing Anita assembling it" he had shot at her when she returned to the van holding it. "Well then you should have searched for it all over the place while I played nurse" she had glowered at him but the fast draining colour from Anjali's face had brought them back to her pitiful condition. "Shabbir I think a doctor should attend to her what if she needs stitches the blood flow hasn't lessened" Anita had remarked rather worried to see Anjali slumped against Shabbir. Shabbir could see what Anita said was right they couldn't risk bandaging so deep a cut she could lose a lot of blood that way. "I'm fine.... let me go home" Anjali had murmured pressed to him Shabbir of course had ignored the plea completely. "What about the shoot?" he had questioned Anita exasperated "Can the manager cover this?" he had suggested. "I don't think so after that mobile incident people don't hold her in high esteem" Anita had quickly narrated to him a conversation she had overheard between the two contestants on the show that morning.
As soon as Anjali had entered the makeup room they had clutched their handbags to themselves and had locked them in a special drawer they had requested the manager to provide them with in order to safe keep their belongings. Anita had observed their arrogance and had felt sorry for Anjali who had tried her best to appear indifferent. Yet Anita could understand full well what she must have gone through to see herself being termed as a petty thief as she turned away to wipe her tears. Shabbir had felt deeply saddened one measly misunderstanding had caused her enough suffering "Fine I'm taking her to the hospital, screw them" he had muttered thoroughly miffed with the manager for having blown the situation out of proportion. "Shabbir you can't risk doing that, the press will be on you in minutes. All it needs is a phone call to get to them" she had warned him. "Well I can't just leave her here" he had exclaimed exasperated turning to look at Anjali whimpering against him the pain obviously increasing with each minute. The tee shirt was a dark scarlet now causing Shabbir to panic he couldn't afford anything happening to her there was Sanaya to think about too. The fact that his prank with Anita had led to this was squeezing his heart to pulp what if something happened to her what would he do. "I don't care about the tabloids Anita we have to get her to a hospital at any cost I can't afford to lose her" he had muttered by hook or by crook he was taking her to the hospital at any costs. Her life mattered more than his reputation and it wouldn't be the first time it would be soiled if he did get caught. "Well my cousin is a doctor I'll call her up and see if she can treat her" Anita had immediately offered. "Unlock my Santro I'll bring her with me" he had instructed Anita handing her the car keys and she had immediately complied. Driving his car close to the van Anita had opened the back door and he had lifted a still moaning Anjali in his arms placing her on the backseat. On his way out Shabbir had called the manager informing him that he and Anita had some important work to attend to and would be back in an hour. Luckily for them the shoot was to start in around an hour and a half since Hema ji had rung in earlier informing the officials that she would be a bit late for the shoot till then Shabbir hoped he could get her treated.
Anita had called her cousin Ananya at the City Hospital who had been more than willing to help them thirty minutes later Anjali was being wheeled in the Operating Unit of the hospital. Ananya having a head start on Anjali's condition had the unit prepared earlier and had wasted no time in getting her blood sample identified before arranging for an adequate supply of it. Anjali's blood count had lowered as rightly feared by Shabbir one of the veins had been slashed resulting in a deep mess. Before she was taken in the OT Anjali had managed to clasp Shabbir's hand in her palm a tear trickling down her temple "Sanaya" she had whispered through teary eyes before falling unconscious. Both Anita and Shabbir had been directed towards Ananya's private office before they attracted attention towards themselves moreover neither were in a state to talk or communicate. It was too dreadful a situation for them Shabbir's shirt was a mess it stuck to him like a second skin soaked with Anjali's blood he sat on one of the leather chairs in Ananya's office. His fingers meshed tightly he brooded on the sudden twist of events with his chin resting on his hands. A million thoughts rampant in his mind would she be alright, was she in pain, what about Sanaya... how would she handle her. The guilt and remorse ate him up how could he have been such a fool now she lay on her death bed because of him he cursed himself mentally for being so childish at times but nothing he did or said could reverse the events. Shabbir had paid for her treatment that was the least he could do in his opinion Anita had been too dumbstruck to converse with him on the issue and both of them had warily eyed the clock on the wall. At last after twenty minutes Ananya had briskly walked in her office "We've stitched her up she's unconscious at the moment and will remain so for quite some time. The blood loss will render her weak though we have administered a fresh supply of blood but still the body will take time to accept it. She might have temperature for the night" she had informed them removing her stethoscope from around her neck taking her seat opposite them. "These are some medicines you'll have to purchase" she had jotted down a list of them on her note pad. "She kept mumbling about some Sanaya even while she was unconscious you might want to contact her" Ananya had smiled at them but the stricken look on Shabbir's face made her realize all was not well. Anita had thanked Ananya for her help and had taken the prescription from her. A peon had been sent by Ananya to purchase the medication while Shabbir pondered on the future course of his actions there was no one to look after Anjali at the hospital.
He would have to inform Mohit about her but even if he did how could Supriya handle both Sanaya and Anjali together, and even after she gained consciousness Anjali would be in no condition to take care of her daughter. He had to see her a sudden volatile thought had struck him then stealing through the hallways Shabbir had reached the room where Anjali lay unconscious she looked as white as the sheet covering her. Shabbir's heart had lurched watching the taped and bandaged form infront of him he recalled her last word before falling into oblivion. Taking her cold hand in his own he had squeezed it tenderly "I promise I'll take care of Sanaya" he had whispered to her sedated form before placing a soft repentant kiss on her pale forehead. After handing the medicines to Ananya both Shabbir and Anita had left the hospital Shabbir had gone to his apartment showering and changing in a different set of clothes before reaching the sets. Once there he had tracked Mohit down explaining him the situation, he who had been wondering where Anjali had disappeared to was stunned to hear about her condition. "Mohit can you ask Supriya to take care of her?" Shabbir had requested. Mohit had sadly shaken his head in the negative "I can't Sir ji neither can Supriya. My father passed away this morning in my village at Surat. I am the eldest son in my family I have to be there to light his pyre. Supriya and I will leave for Surat by the five o' clock bus this evening" he had explained to a shell shocked Shabbir. This couldn't be happening to him with an unconscious Anjali and a helpless Sanaya dependent on him how was he going to handle them both. Nonetheless he knew there was no alternative he couldn't push Anita to help him out on this her own mother was not feeling well these days and he couldn't bug her to take care of either Sanaya or Anjali. Later that evening Ananya had called him up questioning him if indeed Anjali's family had been enlightened on her condition she had found it odd that no one had come to ask for her yet. Shabbir had explicated that she had no family except a four month old daughter Ananya had been deeply saddened to hear that she had further informed Shabbir that she would be leaving for a charity camp in an hour and would no longer monitor Anjali. Shabbir had asked her to stay put as he would reach her in around half an hour his shoot for the day was nearly complete and he had decided upon taking Sanaya home with him. Mohit had pleaded to him to take care of Sanaya in his absence and he had conceded he would have to be heartless not to.
Supriya had handed a gurgling Sanaya to him along with her bag of accessories. "First the jail now this" she had muttered eyeing him angrily it was clear to Shabbir she had come to know the calamity that had befallen her friend. "You better make up for all the trouble you are putting her through Mr Ahluwalia" she had admonished him fiercely. If it hadn't been for her father's funeral she would never have left Anjali's side but she was bound by tradition. "I'll look after them" Shabbir had tried to assure not that it had gone well either taking to her heel she had stalked off towards the wooden staircase. The little child was a relief to him who seemed to have recognized Shabbir even though it had been a week since they last interacted. Shabbir had then driven to the hospital to check on Anjali he had called Ananya to find her flustered "Thank God you called" she had replied to his greeting. "There has been a bus accident and we need all the beds in the hospital Anjali's blood transfer is nearly complete I would appreciate if you would take her home now" she had requested. Shabbir had no choice to comply if he wouldn't take her they would vacate the bed in any case and she would be laying in some general ward with minimum care no it was better he take her home. Ananya had asked him to park his car near the back door and with the help of two male nurses had transferred a still unconscious Anjali in the back seat of his car. "She won't come around for the next four to five hours" Ananya had apprised him expounding on the dosage of the medicines he would have to administer to her if the temperature shot up. Shabbir had sighed deeply as he turned towards home this certainly was his worst nightmare coming true. Once at his apartment he had requested the guard to carry Sanaya and her baggage while he had picked up Anjali in his arms together they had ridden the elevator and had reached his apartment. Unlocking it with great difficulty Shabbir had kicked the door open taking straight to his sister's room which was vacant for the time being.Carefully laying Anjali on the bed he had pulled a sheet over her and had taken Sanaya from the awaiting guard's arms relieving him of his charge Shabbir had dished him a hundred rupee note to maintain his silence. Locking the door behind him Shabbir had slumped on the sofa with Sanaya in his arms he was tired and in desperate need of a meal and sleep but it was quite obvious he wasn't getting any sleep with the little imp he held in his hands. Picking her up Shabbir had watched Sanaya carefully. How could a creature so tiny in being be able to wreak such havoc in his life. Bringing her chubby cheek close he had nuzzled his lips to it as she babbled to him taking his curls in her small fists. Shabbir traced the outline of her apple face, his finger sinking in the softness of her flesh and he had hugged her to himself while she tried to kiss him with her gummed mouth.
Taking her to his bedroom Shabbir had placed her on his bed surrounding her with downy pillows before freshening up in the washroom he had then heated his dinner in the microwave holding Sanaya to him at all times. The child was happy to remain enclosed in his sinewy arm trying to dribble as much as possible her swollen gums ached as she bit on his arm her slippery gummed mouth lubricating Shabbir's flesh. As Shabbir ate his dinner in silence Sanaya had kept him company trying to pull his plate off the table and in the end Shabbir had hurriedly stuffed his mouth with a few morsels before pushing the plate out of her reach. "Sweetheart you're as playful as a kitten... your mommy should've named you kitty or something like that" he had chuckled kissing her repeatedly on her cheeks and forehead while she gurgled again. Later as he sat watching a soccer match with Sanaya he noticed that she grew restless, he checked her diaper to find it clean Sanaya had started chewing her fingers now she was dreadfully hungry. Shabbir had gazed at her quizzically and when he still failed to understand her Sanaya had started whimpering out of hunger her little tummy rumbling. It was only then that Shabbir realized she needed milk patting her gently he held her to his shoulder picking up the items Supriya had put together in her bag. He rummaged through the contents her lotion, shampoo, diapers, pacifier, clothes everything was there except the bottle. Shabbir had panicked as Sanaya had wailed in agitation kicking her small feet against his well toned chest. He desperately tried to locate her bottle or formula milk but it seemed Supriya had forgotten to keep the required items. By now Sanaya was crying so hard Shabbir feared she might just lose her breathe altogether her face was a deep crimson as she clenched her fists her eyes dropping large tears of misery. Shabbir's heart had been ripped to see her that way no he couldn't let her cry this way, there was virtually no time to hit the shops or cook an alternative it had to be the natural way.
Sauntering to his sister's room he had entered it to find a sedated Anjali slumbering peacefully. Placing Sanaya on the bed beside her he shook Anjali's arm tentatively at first but when she didn't respond a bit more harshly "Anjali" he cried out "Anjali wake up" he had shaken her hard making her open her groggy eyes eventually. She blinked her heavy eyelids in a dazed state trying to make sense of her surroundings. Anjali's eyes slowly took in Shabbir's domineering form beside her it eventually dawned on her that some where close by her daughter cried for her, her mind had awoken as if an electric bolt had charged through it sending shock waves through her entire body. "Sanaya" she had moaned out her daughter's name "Anjali she is hungry... feed her" Shabbir had told her removing the sheet covering her. Anjali had tried to move pushing her body up with her elbows yet had failed at her attempt slumping back in the mattress she felt too weak to even lift a finger and gazed at Shabbir helplessly her half awoken mind registering her child's wailing precisely. "Get up Anjali" Shabbir had coaxed her "I can't" Anjali had whispered in a beaten tone her eyes tearing to hear her child call out to her. There simply was no way Shabbir was going to keep the baby from satisfying it's hunger he had to get her to drink the milk come what may sitting down beside her putting his arm around Anjali he had propped her against his broad chest lifting Sanaya in his other arm he had held her close to her mother. Anjali had groaned as her stitches stung underneath the bandage and Shabbir had pressed her close to him "Just relax" he had whispered in her ear his hot breath tickling her ear shell. Lifting her shirt up Anjali had struggled with her undergarment not wishing to waste further time placing a squirming Sanaya in her lap Shabbir had moved his palm to her bosom and with a smooth pull of his fingers had released it of its constraints. Cradling Sanaya in his arms Shabbir had raised her to her mother's bosom while Anjali helped her latch on to her breast.
The exercise had rendered her drained and Anjali's tired form had sunk against Shabbir his chest hard against her soft back. Her mind knew what she was doing was wrong, allowing him to touch her voluntarily was erroneous but there was no other option for her all that mattered was that Sanaya be at peace. Shabbir had lowered his arms as Anjali had placed hers around Sanaya his hands now rested against her exposed stomach laying there feeling her warmth against his flesh. It hadn't been the first time Shabbir was touching a woman that too so intimately yet there was this distinct newness to Anjali that he had never experienced before. He wondered why he felt so different around her so serene so complete as if she filled a void he hadn't even acknowledged to be there. Anjali had breathed heavily her head resting against Shabbir's shoulder as she fondled a teary eyed Sanaya to herself. The baby had clutched her shirt front with it's tiny fists suckling on to her her face wet with tears her eyes closed in contentment consequently Shabbir had felt Anjali snuggle to him her droopy eyes closing. He couldn't let her fall asleep midway it would slacken her grip around Sanaya "Anjali" he had called her out tenderly "Hmm" she had mumbled her mind fuzzy. "Anjali I owe you an apology" he had murmured close to her ear making her open her eyes in wonderment she had tilted her face up to him watching him closely. It was the first time she had been able to look at him so minutely she noticed his eyes were darker than what appeared on screen. His mouth was much fuller lips more fleshy and his gaze was more concentrated, revolting and intense. She felt goose bumps arise on the part his hands met her skin and her heart beat had gone haywire then. "Why?" she had questioned softly "If it hadn't been for Anita and me all this wouldn't have happened" he had remarked in a grave tone. Anjali's eyes had moistened then all that had happened to her till date was her fate it was only destiny that Shabbir had been there with her when the accident had happened. "Don't blame yourself for my fate" she had whispered a slow tear running down her cheek. "I bear it all with the profound belief that I was never a good daughter the reason I am being punished.... it hurts though to think Sanaya has to bear it with me" she had closed her eyes in remorse the tears imprisoned within spilling on her cheeks.
Shabbir had watched her intently even with all the suffering she had to go through not once had she complained regarding her own plight or held him responsible on the contrary she had resigned to the cruelties meted out to her in the name of providence. She was much more innocent and beautiful than he had considered her to be. He had felt the need to pacify her then explain to her that it was not she who was to blame placing his warm lips against her temple he had hugged her closer his palms embedding against her soft skin as he exerted slight pressure on it."Don't say that.. you are not a bad daughter. In time your father will realize what a wonderful person he has for his daughter" he had soothed her gently. Anjali had sobbed then her lips trembling why was it that she ended up sacrificing everything always, her love, her dignity and now her privacy too. Life had brought her to a point where she sat sharing her body with a complete stranger true he was a friend but not someone she had been intimate with and now out of the blue she was at his mercy. It was a reprieve in itself that Shabbir had not misused her anesthetized form for his own pleasures he was a true gentleman who had only helped her in her time of need. "Can you forgive me?" she had cried heart wrenchingly making Shabbir's own heart flutter. "For what?" he had inquired bewildered at her query "For troubling you to such an extent.... you too must hate me " she had whimpered burying her face in his shoulder and he had chuckled in reply. "Yes I do actually envy you for one reason" he had smiled as she looked up to face him. "You have such a wonderful creature to call your own while I still have to make one" he had told her honestly. He watched her face regain colour for a moment her eyes shining as she eyes lowered them to a pleased Sanaya who had relaxed considerably. Her mouth was slower in movement her eyes heavy. Anjali had gently patted her then releasing her from her bosom and soon Sanaya had fallen fast asleep in her mother's loving embrace. Shabbir had gazed fondly at both mother and daughter he sat cuddling somewhere deep down in his heart he knew the picture was complete.. yet he had no idea of the picture itself. As Shabbir had taken Sanaya in his arms Anjali had hastily pulled down her shirt her cheeks flaming to acknowledge the fact that Shabbir had in fact seen her in a state of partial undress. "You might want to change that shirt" he had grinned as he turned to leave "Now besides blood it'll smell of milk too" he had stated jovially making Anjali smile. Handing her a night dress belonging to his sister Shabbir had smiled naughtily "Want me to help?" he had questioned "I think I'll manage" Anjali had replied her eyes lowering to the proffered night dress which she accepted meekly. "By the way Anjali" Shabbir had paused at the doorway making her look at him questioningly "You look beautiful" he had whispered though not inaudibly. His expression a curious blend of passion and admiration had made Anjali turn a bright crimson at the remark her lips forming a shy smile as she bade him good night.
Shabbir after placing a sleeping Sanaya on his bed had proceeded to make a jam sandwich for Anjali and had mildly heated a glass of milk for her .He tentatively knocked on the bedroom door fifteen minutes later and had entered on being permitted to find Anjali dressed in the night gown perched on the bed fiddling with her thumbs."You might as well have dinner before taking your medicines" he had smiled warmly at her and she had managed a weak smile her wound hurt and more than her injury the fact that she was a burden on him aggrieved her. She had gazed at him with gratitude taking the sandwich she though could not make herself eat it playing with it trying to form the perfect sentence in her mind. Shabbir had looked at her carefully something was disturbing her he could see that but he let her take her time to enlighten him on the issue. "Shabbir" she had called out to him moments later and his restless eyes had lifted to her green ones. "How much has this treatment cost?" she had inquired visibly perturbed by the thought of the money she owed him, the doctor of course would not have treated her for free. Shabbir had suppressed a smile at the innocent query anyone else in her position would have threatened to sue him for the trouble he had put her through on the contrary she wished to inquire about the expenditure he had borne for her medical treatment. Taking his seat beside her on the bed he had watched her deep eyes, a silent hope flickering in them interestingly her eyes lured him to mischief, passion, adrenalin. "Well let's see the doctor charged me a good eight thousand for the operation, of course I paid an extra four thousand to have you admitted there and five thousand as deposit" he had calculated the amount on his digits watching her eyes widen her lips had parted slightly yet no words were uttered. "And then the medicines two thousand I suppose" he had added the amount up "Around nineteen thousand" he had explained light heartedly "Oh the sandwich is on the house by the way" he had smiled at her.
Anjali had felt a lump form in her throat where would she get that kind of money to repay him she hardly earned three thousand enough to pay her rent and scrape by for the rest of the month. How in the world was she going to put together that sort of money she felt like crying but had restrained herself. Keeping the sandwich back in the tray she had unclasped her gold chain from around her neck taking Shabbir's palm in her hand she had placed the ornament on it. "I don't know how much it costs but it should be able to pay off the bulk even after selling it if there is some money pending I will work it off" she had told him softly her eyes red veined lips trembling. That chain had been her mother's it had been gifted to her on her tenth birthday by her mother herself. That had been the last clear memory she held of her mother before she died two years later suffering from tuberculosis. Shabbir had gazed at her spellbound how could she be so fair minded keeping her despicable condition in mind of course the treatment hadn't cost him, the sum he had quoted had been a joke but she innocent fool considered it to be true. "I don't think it will get me the whole nineteen" he had whispered watching the glinting object lying in his palm while Anjali had stared at him blankly. "It won't?" she had questioned her voice hoarse she was close to tears now. "No it won't" Shabbir had examined her pale face why was he doing this he had asked himself, torturing her this way. But he knew he had to keep her with him till she recovered fully. In the instant when he had held Sanaya with her close to him he had changed, for better or for worse was yet undecided but he could feel it inside him. Something had stirred, awakened from a deep slumber and now he didn't want to let go of the feeling because he liked it, it was similar to poison bitter and sweet at the same time something he understood was harmful for him yet the need to own it was predominant.
Anjali's eyes had glazed at the thought of garnishing her wages each month to pay off her debt as it was life was difficult with the money she earned as daily wages. She couldn't even start comprehending on the things she would have to put in the back burner because of her loss Sanaya's inoculation was coming up she had thought she would sell the chain to get enough money to arrange for it now it seemed like a distant dream. Her hunger had died instantaneously all she wanted to do then was curl up under the sheet and sob to her heart's content. "I think I will sleep now" she had stood up from beside him in an attempt to go to the washroom when a sharp pain had shot through her head she winced sinking to the ground but before she could hit it she was caught by two strong arms. Her head throbbed badly but the conscious awareness of being held by Shabbir and being dangerously close to him was overwhelming. Opening her eyes she saw him peering at her through those devilishly magnetic eyes of his."Well that's enough of adventure for a day" he had chided her gently laying her on the bed putting the jam sandwich to her mouth. She had tried to push it away when he held her hand in his own "Wonder how Sanaya is your daughter she can't stay without food you don't want to eat any.... " he had chuckled his eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile deepened his hold though was firm on her hand. Anjali's face had flushed as she recalled the intimate moments spent with him while nursing Sanaya her eyes had lowered shyly not being able to maintain contact with his anymore. She meekly accepted the sandwich this time biting into it and pretty soon Shabbir had made her drink the contents in the glass he held to her lips. Checking out the prescriptions jotted by Ananya he made her take her medicines too before turning to leave when he had heard her call him again. "Shabbir give Sanaya to me she'll be waking up again" Anjali had tried to abdicate him off Sanaya "Can't I sleep with her tonight?" he had wanted to know as he clasped the tray to himself. "But you won't be able to sleep with her" she had warned him smiling to see his enthusiasm. "Oh I'll manage" he had grinned like a child being granted candy in abundance.
"Ok" Anjali had laughed as he closed the door behind him. Shabbir had a restless sleep that night having Sanaya with him on his bed didn't turn out to be as fun as he had thought the constant fear that he might just crush her tiny form underneath him while in slumber had him traumatized. So much so that he ended up watching her for a large part of the night he took her small hands and smaller fingers in his giant palm bringing them close to his mouth he kissed them assiduously. Her little chest heaved and fell in a rhythmic pattern as she slept undisturbed by his loving gazes. Somewhere near dawn he had dozed off too his head sunk near her round one her unique smell filling his nostrils when he felt a sharp smack on his cheek. The slap though soft in nature was enough to jolt his senses rubbing his eyes he searched for the cause only to see Sanaya's right foot across his neck the thwack had most probably resulted after she changed positions as she lay sleeping facing him now. Stroking his cheek he had shaken his head in disappointment Anjali was right he hadn't been able to get any slumber with this little sprite. It made him wonder how she managed the baby all alone and appeared to work the next day, certainly not an easy job in his opinion. Tired and unable to sleep anymore he had walked over to his computer switching it on he browsed through his mails when he saw Natalie online. His joy knew no bounds well he'd be able to chat to his heart's content now. He hadn't been long at the task enjoying her romantic comments when he heard a slight noise outside his room. Getting up to his feet he walked out and checked the hallway a stream of light illuminated the inside of the next bedroom he wondered if Anjali was awake and decided to check on her what if she was feeling unwell, the thought had caused him immense discomfiture. Turning the knob slowly he swung open the door to find Anjali stand afore the miniature idol of Lord Krishna his sister was a devout believer of. She stood facing sideways the low flame in the copper lamp placed in front of the idol was lit she probably believed in the deity herself reason she had deemed it essential to gain courage and conviction through prayers in this dark hour. Shabbir's mind had dwindled should he stay or leave it was wrong of him to investigate her activities at such a late hour but his intentions hadn't been immoral he had just wanted to check on her. He had turned around to leave when he heard her pray the soft notes lilting through space as if sung to perfection he stood rooted to the spot unable to move. Even though the bed side lamp was switched off the glowing flame provided ample lighting for him to watch her angelic face unobstructed. He had advanced forward then it appeared as if he was drawn to her Stop! His brain had commanded him yet his heart had urged him to go forward he walked noiselessly his soles imprinting invisible footprints on the carpeted floor.
"Help me Lord� help me" he had heard her whisper her lips moving in a heart breaking plea. "I know I have wronged but to be so cruelly punished for it is unfair�. What wrong has Sanaya done. I've never complained never asked you for mercy � but I do tonight. Help me give Sanaya everything she deserves in her life�" she had paused momentarily the pressure her fingers exerted on her hands was unbearable Shabbir could see them growing white under the strain. Her eyes were shut though that had not stopped the tears to follow their course which tumbled down her cheeks like twin rivulets. "I can't repay Shabbir� I've been nothing but trouble for him�. Don't make him hate me� I have so much to tell him� tell him that he is an angel, that he saved me� helped my baby� helped me. I want to return him his money that he spent on me� help me earn it Lord� I feel so weak, so helpless but I cannot fail Sanaya�. all she has is me." Shabbir's eyes had frozen to the scene watching her stand there so fragile yet so rigidly brave he had felt a distinct urge to pull her in his arms and never let go. Nonetheless he maintained his silence afraid that he might frighten her even if he breathed then. Shabbir had not known how long they both had stood there statued and unmoving she in deep meditation while he in reflection tracing each contour from the curls of her lashes to the subtle cleft of her chin. The softness of her full lips and the slight rise of her cheeks she was divine maybe not to the world but to him she was a nymph carved to perfection. It seemed like eons had passed and neither had felt the necessity to move Shabbir had run a careless hand through his curls leaning against the wall he watched her with new found fascination. What was it that she held that drove him to react this way yeah well the looks were ok but those lips what did they hold�. Why did he feel mesmerized each time she spoke as if a million feathers had been brushed against his inner soul. He had smiled then wondering how would she react if she came to discover him there very much beside her. Maybe that had been the precise moment God had decided to grant him his wish the night air had resounded with the shrill ringing of his alarm set for six in the morning in his cell phone which unfortunately he held in his hand. Anjali's eyes had snapped open and she had turned around only to find a shadow standing inches away from her staring at her that too. She would've screamed had Shabbir not held her by her wrist pulling her to him in a slick motion clamping her mouth with his palm. "Ssshhh!!!" he had whispered his arm encircling her slim waist as he pressed her close to him he could feel her lips tremble against his palm as she blinked at him.
Clicking the cell phone shut he had continued to bore his gaze deep in her eyes she stood as if transfixed watching him so close to her. A gust of wind had blown in through the open windows unsettling his curls as they splayed over his forehead. As his grip tightened around her Anjali found herself drowning in his abmyssal recesses that beckoned her to new realms she had tried to stop herself but had failed unintentionally. Consequently Shabbir's hand had released her tender mouth and she had sucked in a lungful of air her eyes had lowered to his lips scanning his face in the process. Somehow she had found enough courage to raise her fingers to his forehead and hesitantly yet tenderly push back the curls irritating his eyes. She had noted a distinct twinkle in them as her finger tips grazed his tanned skin and had felt her cheeks colour. His unwavering gaze on her made her conscious of herself her hand had immediately dropped to her side, his arm had constricted then pulling her more closer if indeed that was possible. She had yelped in pain as her stitches had been compressed to his chest her face contorting slightly the sudden movement had caused Shabbir to snap out of the trance and he had immediately let go of her. Stepping back he had looked at her queerly as if contemplating on what to say "I heard" he had murmured and she had watched him startled how long had he been there. "I know you can't pay me all at once so how about you work for me till it's done with" he had suggested. Anjali had merely nodded her head, work, how her mind was vigilant. "My maid will be going to attend a wedding day after tomorrow could you fill in till she comes back?" he had stated rather than asked. How could she refuse "Yes I'll fill in" she had assented doing a quick mental math on the distribution of time between her work on set and his home. "So it's settled then" he had remarked "You start day after tomorrow... oh and it's just the cooking" he had explicated on her chores.
Ok" she had smiled happy to have found a way to repay him afterall. Walking back to his room Shabbir had sighed how and when did he turn into such a big fibber the maid wasn't going anywhere and if Anjali just cooked who the hell was going to clean the apartment and wash his clothes. This was madness yes he was slowly turning into a certified lunatic he had accepted to himself consequently his gaze fell on his laptop screen oh no Natalie he had thought. Smacking his palm against his forehead he quickly reviewed her messages. She after waiting long for him had gone off telling him that she would wait for him that same night "Crap!" he had groaned he had forgotten all about her. Switching off his laptop he sat on the bed pondering he'd have to tell the maid to take a week long holiday so that he wouldn't get caught lying. Watching Sanaya still asleep he had quickly showered and changed he usually put together a hurried breakfast for himself but was pleasantly surprised to see a healthy first meal comprising of toast, eggs and a glass of milk awaiting him. Watching Anjali bustle in the kitchen he had immediately admonished her for not resting which she had borne with patience explaining to him that she would have had to make the same for herself too thus it was not much of a hassle doing it for him. Gorging himself on the breakfast he had placed a quick kiss on a now awake and hungry Sanaya's downy cheek before leaving for work. On his way he fortunately ran into the maid who as usual was up the stairs to clean his house. "Take the next two weeks off" he had instructed her "Per saab ji who will do the work" she had queried perplexed wondering if he had indeed appointed another maid in her stead.
"I'm going for an outdoor shoot so it won't be required" he had lied again mentally kicking himself... this was not good at all. The maid had smiled and turning to her heels had clacked away in the distance. So much so good Shabbir had thought driving away in relief but then destiny doesn't always follow plans it has it's own method of work one that is quite inexplicable yet always manages to work things out for the best. Anjali who had been feeding Sanaya in her room had heard the phone ring incessantly still cradling Sanaya she had walked over to the stand putting the mouthpiece near her she had breathed a soft "Hello." Listening on the other end right across Mumbaii Karan had frowned in puzzlement "Shabbir" he had queried. "He has left" Anjali had filled him in with the deatils "And you are?" Karan couldn't help asking. "I'm.. Anjali" she had replied hesitantly. "Can I take your message?" she had asked wondering if he had some important work relating to Shabbir. Sanaya had lost hold of her object of perusal then wailing loudly making Karan's eyebrows knit together. Shabbir's maid was neither soft spoken nor with child then who was this lady in his apartment, he simply had to find out. Bidding her a good bye he had picked up his car keys and stuffing the mobile in his jean pocket had sauntered out of his house, time to drop in for a friendly chat with the mysterious lady.
Part 9
Anjali after feeding and cleaning Sanaya had given her a bath and had bathed herself too taking care not to drench her bandage in the process, she realized time had flown and the maid had still not arrived. Contemplating on what to cook she rummaged through the items in the freezer and spotted chicken stowed away in a large quantity. Shabbir's mother had probably stocked a good amount of it before flying to Pune taking some of it out Anjali had kept it to thaw in the sink and decided on cooking chicken tikka masala for Shabbir while she was at it. Sanaya lay on the carpet in the living room playing with the cushions Anjali had been thoughtful enough to place near her. The stitches though raw didn't hinder Anjali's task on the contrary she felt much more relaxed and at ease and hummed cheerfully while mixing the yogurt with the red chili powder for the marinate. Two hours had passed since Shabbir had left and Sanaya too had gone to sleep tired of cycling in the air racing towards an imaginary finish line. As she poured the mixture in a large bowl Anjali had heard the doorbell ring considering it to be the maid she had hastened to open the door, only it wasn't the maid rather an unfamiliar figure.
Dressed in a black polo shirt and jeans was Karan whose eyes had narrowed in shrewd scrutiny watching Anjali at the door. Anjali had gazed at him quizzically maybe he was one of Shabbir's relatives or friends she awaited him to introduce himself but when Karan continued to size her up she had begun to panic she was all alone in the house and this could be any man it wasn't that she knew all his friends and family. What if he was a thief or someone spying on him some news reporter the thought itself was enough to make her go pale, she had tried to slam the door shut when Karan had wedged his foot in between the door and the door post. Pushing the door open he had sauntered inside the house shutting it behind him "Who.. who are you?" Anjali had stuttered her vulnerable position was giving her the jitters she had kicked herself mentally for not inquiring about the stranger from behind the closed door earlier. "Forget me who the hell are you?" Karan had glowered at her as far as he knew Shabbir was not friends with any girl by the name of Anjali moreover the fact that she was all alone at Shabbir's place was intriguing him. Anjali had moved backwards in fright her eyes wide in terror "Don't move" she had ordered him while Karan had simply jeered at her. "Really now... you break in at someone's apartment and tell me not to move... smart huh!" he had advanced forward while Anjali continued to back away. "Tell me who the hell are you and what are you doing here or I call the police now" he had threatened her.
"Police!" she had exclaimed aghast her eyes widening at his threat her previous experience at the police station had left an indelible and incorrigible mark on her memory one that would haunt her till eternity. "B.. but I didn't do anything" she had stammered petrified to the core her eyes had glassed as she tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill on her cheeks. Something in those deep green eyes stalled Karan where had he seen them before he had mused. She appeared familiar as if he had known her from some place before yet the exact time and date of interaction could not be recalled by him. Anjali had desperately tried to get away from him making a dash for the living room when had held her tightly by her wrist "Oh so you think you can outwit me" Karan had sneered ruthlessly, pinning her to the wall opposite him. "Wait till I tell the cops you broke in here finding the house all vacant and comfy" he had pulled out his cell phone then punching in numbers. "Please don't call the police.. please.... I didn't break in" Anjali had practically begged him her tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She couldn't understand why everyone mistook her for a crook at all times was she so petty in appearance. Putting her free hand to her mouth Anjali had tried to stifle her sobs so as not to awake Sanaya with the din moreover she feared if Karan came to know about the baby he might harm her. "Please let me go I'm not a thief... I didn't break in..." Anjali was hiccuping now it raised her hair on ends to think that if Karan handed her over to the police her baby would be left all alone. "Please!" she had pleaded again trying her best to keep herself from screaming in agony as Karan's long fingers sunk in her wrist.
Shabbir's shoot for the day at Sankraman studios had wrapped up much to his pleasure. His body double Pawan had been hard at work in his absence filling in for him. Keeping his hectic work schedule in mind Ekta the owner of Balaji Telefilms and his boss cum friend had granted him permission to use a body double in his stead for scenes that did not require close ups of his profile. It was a common trait for body doubles to fill in for actors keeping their chaotic schedules in mind. Thus it had just been a few shots for Shabbir and a pack up he had hummed merrily pulling Sanjeeda's long brown hair who had a shot up next. "One of these days girl you'll get wasted in that smoke" he had chuckled pointing to the candles being lit for the shot where Sanjeeda had to talk to herself in a secluded room infested with them. "I tell you I'm sick of this monologue let me get my hands on Dheeraj I'll screw his neck" she had fumed tired of reading the repetitive dialogues day in and day out. "It's not his fault Sanjee you'r a desperate ghost what else is he supposed to write" Shabbir had teased a miffed Sanjeeda. "Desperate my foot Shabbir... and that too over a monkey like you.... never!" she had exclaimed pelting him with rose petals piled in a tray nearby. "Aw I'm hurt" Shabbir had made a puppy face blinking his eyes in a sorrowful manner. "You don't luurrvvee meeeeee!" he had screeched at Sanjeeda pulling her ears attracting attention towards the duo, the crew at work had quite a ball of a time watching the two at mischief. With Shabbir no one could pull a long face he always had everyone around him laughing. "That cry baby Prachi can have you.... I don't want you" Sanjeeda had thrown her wad of dialogues away turning to Shabbir running after him as he dodged her successfully taking refuge behind props and spot lights. "Atleast the cry baby doesn't wanna get laid" Shabbir had mocked her character Ayesha in the serial who was quite in love with Shabbir's onscreen character Milind Mishra and kept finding ways to attain him even after death. "Yeah right look who's talking Mr Universe himself" Sanjeeda had snorted jumping over a sofa and catching Shabbir from behind. Sanjeeda had a lithe body and a petite figure that allowed her incredible agility right now too she sat pinning Shabbir to the floor as she had toppled him down effortlessly pulling his legs from underneath him.
"Now tell me who's the one laid?" she had questioned him naughtily twisting his arm at his back as she weighed his body down with her knees."Get off me you ghoul....I don't lurve you!" Shabbir had feigned anger laughing hard. "Leave my husband alone Ayesha!" Panchi had intervened then not being able to restrain herself from having fun. "Well keep your husband on a short leash cry baby he's out flirting with me again" Sanjeeda had flipped her hair back in a haughty manner pouting slightly making both Panchi and Shabbir laugh aloud. "Nah I can't keep him on a leash he's best left loose... have fun Ayesha" Panchi had winked at Sanjeeda gesticulating her to tickle Shabbir and before he knew it Shabbir's guffaws had resounded loud and clear in the confines of the set as both Panchi and Sanjeeda tickled him raw. Not allowing them to have the last laugh Shabbir had freed himself from the restraining arms of both the ladies and had jumped up doing a quick somersault chasing them as the screamed in unison fearing a fate similar to the one they had subjected Shabbir to. They had made a dash for the open doorway ahead when Shabbir had run after them Panchi having a head start ran off giggling while Shabbir managed to catch Sanjeeda's dupatta pulling her frail form to him tickling her till her face had flushed crimson. "SHABIIIIRRR!!!" she had screamed as his fingers delved in the taut flesh of her stomach. "Say you're sorry" he had prompted her "Sorryy.. sorry sorry" she had shrieked laughing hard. "Say you're a desperate ghost" Shabbir had impelled her again. "No" she had denied the statement wriggling in his hold. "Say or I'll tickle you more" Shabbir had threatened her by now Sanjeeda had tears streaming down her face. "Yes.. yes.. I.. am.. a desperate ghost" she had cackled much to Shabbir's satisfaction. Releasing her he had made her sit on a nearby chair "Well then continue with the haunting darling.. I'm off" he had blown her a seductive kiss winking at her before practically sprinting out of the sets hearing Sanjeeda curse him from behind. The unit members gathered there had congratulated Shabbir pulling Sanjeeda's leg calling her a fraught ghoul, Shabbir had laughed happily walking to his car. Just the thought of being able to spend some time with Sanaya was heartwarming and he had driven home with a simpering smile on his face.
Karan had dialed Shabbir's cell number when he heard Anjali scream in terror "Don't call the police.. I .. I .. I didn't... break in" she had sobbed hysterically when they heard a knock on the door. Karan had replaced the cell in his pocket turning towards the door when Anjali had tried to run in the living room finding herself free. As she turned the corner Karan had caught her by her arm once again making her spin around abruptly. Anjali had yelped in pain as she hit his shoulder her wound aching underneath the bandage. Standing outside the door Shabbir was alarmed to hear her yelp and had kicked the door open to find Karan stand with a petrified Anjali desperately trying to liberate herself. "Shabbir!" Anjali had cried out as her eyes fell on him tugging at her arm which Karan had released the moment she had called out his friend. Finding Karan's grip on her slackening Anjali had practically run to Shabbir throwing her arms around him she held on to him like a leaf to a twig amidst a storm. Her body convulsed rapidly as she tried to stand upright on her wobbly knees her legs shaking from fright Shabbir had immediately drawn her in his protective hold gently rubbing her back with his right palm. "Anjali" he had called her yet she stood pressed to him hiccuping, her eyes closed her breath labored leaving Karan and Shabbir both speechless. Karan had been visibly moved by the scene she knew Shabbir.. so she was right she hadn't broken in; he kicked himself mentally for having caused her so much agony over a suspicion. "What the hell happened here?" Shabbir had glared Karan attempting to pacify a horror stricken Anjali. "I mistook her for a thief" Karan had replied wryly sensing Shabbir's glare turning to an unhappy stare. Anjali had still not been able to calm herself despite being enveloped in Shabbir's comforting embrace the fear of being sent to the police station overruled her reasoning rendering her mind a blank at the moment. Shabbir understood that her frayed nerves needed to be soothed, slightly bending lower he had hooked his arm underneath her knees lifting her in his sinewy arms he proceeded towards her bedroom.
Anjali had felt herself being heaved up and float in air yet still had not found the courage to open her eyes fearing the worst. Placing her gently on the bed Shabbir had tried to get up to fetch her some water when he realized she still hugged him tightly. "Anjali you'll have to let me get you some water" he had whispered softly tenderly caressing her downy cheeks, she was still a child in many ways and her vulnerable condition tugged his heart. "I.. I .. don't.. wa. ..want it" she had told him amidst sobs and he had sighed in defeat. "Ok I'll stay here and wait for you to stop crying.. so you can tell me what happened ok" he had murmured resting his tired body against the head rest of the bed clasping her to his broad chest letting her shed silent tears soaking his shirt with them. Karan who had never seen his friend so protective of any woman earlier was quite dumbfounded to see Shabbir dote on a stranger girl. He still remained quite in the dark regarding Anjali's position in Shabbir's life moreover Shabbir's accusing glances hadn't allowed him much peace either. As he appeared in the doorway Anjali who had just about started to regain normalcy had buried her face in Shabbir's chest starting to cry all over again Karan's presence visibly disturbed her. She wondered what stories he would tell Shabbir regarding her and what effect they would have on Shabbir.... would he start doubting her too? The mere notion had her shivering to her bones Shabbir had with a flick of a finger gestured for Karan to wait outside for him making Karan retreat to the living room where he discovered a sleeping Sanaya. The plot was thickening for Karan who watched the small child with renewed interest what the hell was Shabbir up to. Karan and Shabbir were the best of friends they shared almost everything with each other from the latest music cd to the details about the crushes in their life. They were like twins separated at birth the reason it was shocking for Karan to find out about Anjali being at Shabbir's place. Seating himself on the plush sofa Karan had sighed deeply by the looks of it he understood Shabbir had a soft spot in his heart for the girl and her baby the reason he sat alleviating her fear in her room.
The Shabbir who actually didn't care as to what the fairer sex thought about him was actually mad at his best friend for frightening an unknown entity. This was just over the top for Karan who had never seen Shabbir this serious in the past, not even for the supposed love of his life Natalie. Anjali's sobs had subsided to a large extent Shabbir's steady and constant cajoling had helped eradicate her dread concerning Karan. Her body trembled slightly as she fought back her tears Shabbir had gently tilted her face up so that that it aligned with his gaze her dewy eyes watching him hopefully. "Ok... now tell me why you were crying... did Karan say anything to you?" Shabbir had asked her assiduously and Anjali had nodded her head in assent. "What did he say?" Shabbir had asked in a serious tone his face set in grim resolution. Anjali's tear filled eyes and wet flushed face had his blood boiling and if it would have been anyone else instead of Karan he would've gone home with a broken jaw. "H..hhe said.. he ww..would send me.. to.. to the police.. st.. station" Anjali had informed him sorrowfully. Shabbir had tucked away her wet strands behind her ear exposing her beauty unhindered wishing to kiss away her tears in that moment. Her eyes held an ocean of moisture and Shabbir had watched the dewy green depths fascinated with their charm his hand had cupped her face while the other held her by her waist to him. Raising her face slowly he had placed his full lips on her moist cheek. A tear had left her eye then and as it touched Shabbir's lips he had brushed it away carefully with his mouth the salty wetness mingling with the sweetness of her skin. Anjali had suddenly felt very much at peace the continuous agony inflicting her soul had vanished in that moment and she had reveled in Shabbir's magnetic touch hoping for the moment to last till eternity. Shabbir couldn't stop himself after the initial contact and had proceeded to plant tender kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her closed eyes and lastly her forehead feeling her melt in his arms like hot chocolate, an irresistible urge of tasting her all over engulfing him in that instant. By the time he had finished Anjali had stopped crying and sat resting against him "Hmm" he had murmured looking at her intently "You taste sweet... despite all the salt" he had whispered to her and she had smiled at him her cheeks blushing furiously. The childlike quality to smile through tears attracted Shabbir to her and quite out of the blue he wished he had some right over her so as to make her feel loved, dispel the miseries in her life with the flame of passion.
"That's like a good girl" Shabbir had said then holding her hand in his own he had squeezed it gently while she watched him in awe. To her Shabbir was a demi God someone who did not cease to astound her every time they interacted. "Any more crying left?" he had questioned softly his dark deep eyes twinkling his lips curled as he raked a hand through his curls and she nodded her head in the negative feeling extremely stupid at her emotional outburst. He must definitely consider her a lunatic getting worked up on the trivial issues. "Ok now for some serious talk" he had held her by her shoulders then watching her at ease making her sit facing him "This is my house and no one... I repeat no one is ever going to send you to the police station or the likes of it.... I won't let anything happen to you or Sanaya do you understand?" he had questioned her at the end of the statement to which she had merely nodded. "As for Karan I'm sure he had a misunderstanding regarding you else he would never have threatened you" the mere mention of Karan had Anjali whimpering. "No" Shabbir had taken her hands in his own shushing her. "Karan is a friend... you trust me right?" he had asked her once again and she had managed a meek "Yes" watching his face that concentrated on making her feel better. "Then trust me he is a friend .. ok" Shabbir had said emphatically and she had sighed softly "Should I make coffee for him?" she had questioned Shabbir at the end of it making him smile at her innocence. Shabbir had hugged her warmly caressing her thick hair with his fingers letting them run through the smooth velvet locks. "Yes" he had replied "and try making it sweet" he had added wiping away the remnants to the last of her tears.
"Why don't you freshen up while I check on Sanaya" Shabbir had suggested then feeling himself incapable of keeping his hands off her taking to his feet and she had smiled in agreement. "Shabbir!" Anjali had called out as an after thought making him pause at the doorway and turn to face her "Thank you" she had whispered her voice burdened with gratitude. Shabbir had not answered yet had waited for her to lift her eyes to his. Even though his lips remained unmoving his eyes spoke volumes and in that precise, defining moment Anjali had realized that the man standing afore her was someone she could trust with her life. "I'll wait for you" Shabbir had finally broken the trance her eyes had cast over him walking out of the room shutting the door behind him. As he entered the living room Shabbir had spotted Karan playing with a very awake Sanaya who cooed in response to Karan's meaningless blabbering kicking his arms with her little padded feet. One look at Karan and Shabbir knew he was in deep trouble cocking his eyebrows at Shabbir Karan had gazed at him in remorse. "Spill!" he had commanded and Shabbir had sunk in the sofa beside him there was no two ways about this he understood Karan wouldn't let him off the hook till he had a fair idea of the entire scenario.
Part 10
Shabbir had held his arms out as Karan picked up Sanaya and handed her to him. "Karan whatever I am about to tell you will remain strictly confidential between us as it is not my life that is at stake here rather Anjali's and I would appreciate if you would keep your trap shut about it" Shabbir had glanced apprehensively at an offended Karan. He sill was double minded about the entire idea of confiding in Karan but the fact that he was his best friend couldn't be suspended either he had a right to know all aspects of his life and Anjali was one of them. "I know it's something close to your heart so you don't have to warn me" Karan had retorted annoyed to the core to see his bosom friend so protective of a stranger girl. Sanaya had looked at Karan thoughtfully holding her small pudgy hand out to him which he had clasped smiling. The child was beautiful and it was really hard for Karan to not respond to her friendly advances. "Well Anjali is my make up assistant rather was that, since I don't plan on sending her back to that ridiculous place anyways" Shabbir had started, making Karan gaze at him in wonder since when did he start taking decisions regarding Anjali or her job criteria. Something was fishy and Karan was not going to miss on any detail there had to be some sort of deep connection something that even Shabbir was unaware of. Shabbir had then proceeded to narrate to Karan the chain of events that had led to Anjali staying in his apartment also her past life and the way she had been wronged by a certain Aman. At the end of it Karan had merely smiled at Shabbir which had served to heighten his intrigue "Now what's that smile for?" Shabbir had inquired quizzically letting Sanaya chew his index finger cuddling her to him. "How's Natalie?" Karan had questioned a bewildered Shabbir who had now firmly resolved that the current recession had affected his friend badly and he had indeed lost it. "Don't know really� didn't get time to chat to her properly" he had though filled him in on the latest between them. "I can understand" Karan's smile had deepened irritating Shabbir who had stood up holding Sanaya close to him she had started showing signs of being hungry and he had decided to hand her over to Anjali lest she start wailing which was quite unbearable for Shabbir.
He couldn't understand why he had come to attach himself so much to the beautiful cherub who held his arm with her tiny snow white fingers as he strode towards the kitchen where Anjali poured piping hot coffee in mugs. She seemed to have gotten over her initial fear of Karan and smiled when Shabbir walked in with Sanaya clasped to his chest. "You might want to give her something to eat before she swallows my finger" Shabbir had joked handing the baby to her mother who had kissed it on its fluffy cheek. "Ok� here's your coffee by the way" she had apprised him pointing towards the steaming mugs and he had smiled in acknowledgment "I'd really like if you could cook us something good seems the maid won't be coming in after all" Shabbir had requested her while she nodded in agreement happy to be of service to him at long last. "I thought I'd make you chikken tikka masala would you like it?" she had asked nervously and he had grinned in elation. "Like it... I love it... you've made my mouth water now get on with it after you'r done with her I'm ravenous" he had told her his eyes gleaming. Lunch was a light affair with Shabbir easing Karan and Anjali into conversation initially Anjali was hesitant she wouldn't even maintain eye contact with him but Shabbir insisted she serve them the scrumptious tikka masala she had whipped up for them making it impossible for her to deny his request. Sanaya proved essential in breaking the ice further she had found a playmate in Karan uncle who actually was able to decipher her penguin like voice and starts and untimely giggles responding with equal amplitude. Shabbir couldn't help but laugh when both Sanaya and Karan ended up drenched in the middle of the meal. A kung fu kick on Sanaya's part enabled the glass kept on the table besides Karan to topple over soaking his shirt. Sanaya had laughed then a short triumphant laugh her green eyes twinkling as Karan stood up to let the excess water run off him. Anjali had run up to him with a spare kitchen cloth sponging him "I'm so sorry" she had said in a stricken voice trying to wipe the moisture off his clothes. "Its ok" Karan had laughed clasping her hand in his own.
The act was quite out of the blue and had Anjali stoned as she felt Karan's alien touch on her flesh she stood rooted to the spot immobile and incapable of any action. "She's just a baby and babies do make lots of mess" he had flashed a radiant smile at a flustered Anjali making her smile half heartedly at him in relief. Shabbir who sat watching the two had felt a slight prick in his chest his eyes glued to the point where Anjali's delicate hand was held in Karan's large one. Somehow he didn't seem to like what he saw and had considered it best to avert his gaze from the scene afore him. Consequently Karan had released Anjali's hand gauging her turmoil and had proceeded to dab himself dry to a considerable extent with the kitchen towel Anjali had given to him. "Why don't you give me your shirt I'll press it for you" Anjali had offered to Karan still feeling guilty for her daughter's antics patting her naughty little offspring lovingly on the back with her face cradled on her shoulder. "It's ok" Karan had cajoled her "No please let me�.." she had tried to convince him while Shabbir toyed with his food on the plate he couldn't understand why he felt the way he did. His best friend had suddenly started to seem like the Loch Ness monster to him which appeared every once in a while to brew mischief and mystery. "Crap!" he had muttered stuffing chunks of bite sized chicken in is mouth focusing on the saffron gravy in his plate he realized he had lost his appetite something that had never happened when chicken tikka masala was on the menu. "Why don't you just give her the shirt Karan so that we can resume lunch" Shabbir had stated jovially though his eyes shot daggers at Karan who now stood shirtless trying to get Sanaya let go his shirt which she had playfully caught in her hands. Karan's eyes had scanned Shabbir's face warily Shabbir wasn't the one to give away his expressions easily right now too he remained calm and collected. Anyone in Karan's stead would have been fooled by Shabbir's serene demeanor but Karan knew better. He noticed Shabbir's jaw was set tightly his eyes dark and his grip on the glass he held defiant something was bothering him � but what. Wasn't he fine minutes before sitting beside Anjali�.. and then it had dawned on him Anjali was NOT beside him now rather she stood near Karan, Karan's eyes had narrowed as they met Shabbir's. The gnawing feeling he had been having earlier about Shabbir harbouring sentiments other than friendship and sympathy for Anjali had returned as he silently handed his shirt to a shameful Anjali who had sprinted to her bedroom to get over with the task at hand. Resuming his meal he chatted to Shabbir about his schedules and the oncoming projects he was being offered but kept denying due to being tied up with two shows and back to back shootings for the same. All through the meal Karan sat pondering on the possibility of Shabbir sailing in two boats on the one hand he claimed to love Natalie and on the other he couldn't bear to see Anjali with anyone besides himself. The big question though was if he himself was aware of this situation and if he was what exactly did he have in mind regarding it. It was unlikely of Shabbir to act the way he had been acting lately and Karan wondered if he should gather more proof of his doubts before embarking on a definite plan to get his friend to admit the truth. Karan understood Shabbir was a hard nut to crack and having a heart to heart talk to him on the sensitive issue would lead not only to a dead end but also would serve as a closure to any further activities to wheedle the truth out of him.
Soon Anjali had arrived back with Karan's shirt neatly pressed and very much dry he smiled warmly at her for her hospitality "Thanks" he had said his voice laced with gratitude. Slipping it on he had glanced at Shabbir who sat cuddling Sanaya in his lap kissing her tummy repeatedly while she tried to roll out of his hands giggling in happiness. "There's this party at my beach house next Friday�. Shabbir you coming na" Karan had asked casually "Yeah" Shabbir had grunted busy in play. "Well Anjali why don't you come along too there'll be lots of people you can interact with. Have you ever considered modeling by the way there is this cooking oil ad that requires a fresh face why don't you try for that" he had suggested to a shocked Anjali while Shabbir continued to shower Sanaya with his undivided attention his heart though burning at the thought. "Karan if you have forgotten one does require a portfolio to apply in an ad agency first off , secondly if people see her in your party with me it'll make page three in no time" Shabbir had pointed out the basic rather cruel facts to him. Not that it mattered to Karan he was one resolute man and Shabbir's discomfiture on the agenda had him smiling inwardly. "The portfolio can wait I'll get her in; Priya works there so it won't be a problem, as for the party you can stay away from her if you like but she is invited and some fresh air will do her good" Karan had stated seriously stamping out Shabbir's further attempts to refrain from allowing her such exposure. "Fine" he had muttered under his breath he certainly was not liking the idea of Anjali being exposed to the big bad world of fashion he personally was not against liberty for women in all walks of life but why modeling. Anjali was educated and talented Shabbir had been contemplating on getting her adjusted in a salon that belonged to one of his friends it was a posh enterprise catering to celebrities and once Anjali brushed up on her basics he would have helped her set up her own place. That way she could have been her own boss in a short time keeping in mind her experience and dedication in the field she did have a flair for makeup moreover he wished to reunite father and daughter and had already started formulating ways and means to persuade Mr Mathur to accept her and Sanaya as part of his family.
But Karan had butted his head in and ruined it now if he dissuaded Anjali from the rather alluring offer she would take him in the wrong sense and so he had decided to keep mum on the issue. He would tackle the problem if it threatened to aggravate but one thing was for sure he was going to put his foot down if he saw anyone crossing their limits with Anjali. He could not let another Aman deprive her of the little happiness that was left in her life. Karan had not let Anjali off the hook till she had promised to come to the party on Friday and try out for the ad the next day. After lunch Shabbir had left for his rehearsals for a dance sequence in Dancing Queen. It was a rain song and he had to get his steps in place also make sure that he did not slip on the wet floor and hurt his already bruised ankle. The afternoon had given way to evening and finally to night Anjali inspite of her wound found it hard to stay put Sanaya had taken her naps in intervals sleeping and waking for her feeds and play. That night Shabbir had returned late in the night only to find Anjali awaiting him "Why aren't you asleep yet?" he had questioned gruffly sinking in the couch while she fetched him a glass of water. "I couldn't sleep" she had admitted to her insomnia as she served him food he had studied her closely she seems perturbed "So what was it that didn't let you sleep?" he had asked between spoonfuls. "I realized I'll be gone before Friday so I was thinking if you could cover up for me and apologize to Karan on my behalf" she had explained. He looked at her thoughtfully "But it could be a chance of a lifetime for you" he had pointed out "It's ok" Anjali had smiled "I can't soil your reputation for my pleasure" she had curtailed the opinion almost immediately. "Is that gratitude talking?" Shabbir had inquired suspiciously he would hate to think that he had been the cause of her unhappiness. "Well yes and no" Anjali had blurted "I mean ofcourse I'm grateful to you but I couldn't do anything that would hurt you or tarnish your image�. and it's not just gratitude I'd do the same even if I had been at my own home" Anjali had tried to clear her stance.
"Hmm" Shabbir had mused gazing at her with renewed interest so she wasn't going to put his ass on the line for her own purposes why was what spurred his intrigue. "Why?" he had questioned standing up from the dining chair advancing towards where she stood perplexed "Why" she had repeated blankly staring at him expecting him to elucidate as he walked towards her. "Why would you not use my fame for your own benefit?" he had whispered approaching her, his proximity dazed her senses she could smell Darkness spring off him they were barely inches apart. "Because you are a good human being" she had murmured lowering her gaze to his chest when she felt his arms go around her waist. She had looked at him startled at his move only to find him as confounded as her ownself as if he himself had not anticipated him doing that "Is that all�. I'm just a good human being?" he had queried sadly and somehow it had torn Anjali apart to watch him that way. His eyes were trained on her and she understood it would only be the truth this time "You're much more than that to me" she had whispered her eyes tearing slightly as his hand traveled up her arm to her cheek raising it slowly to his own. "More in what sense?" he had breathed near her ear and she had shut her eyes in helplessness how was she to tell him now that she had, had a crush on him since she first saw him on television that it was a struggle for her to keep her wits intact around him. That she had allowed Aman to entangle her in his web of love so that she may be able to get her mind off him, that was madly deeply and truly in love with him since as long as she had remembered. His hot breath tickled her earlobe his stubble pricking her soft skin as it grazed her cheek and she stifled a whimper. Shabbir had felt himself being swept away with a raw sensation then it was inexplicably exotic, true he had held many women in his arms earlier yet none had felt the way she felt so snug and fitting in his hold. Anjali dared not breathe her hands limp on either side she was too numbed to think or perceive any emotion all that was predominant was Shabbir near her. She had sighed her mind making her aware of the grim fact that Shabbir may just take her for granted and discard her after he was done with her, yet her heart denying it to being even a remote possibility. Wasn't that a custom with men to use and trash a tear had left her eye traveling the entire length of her cheek resting on her protruding lip. Shabbir had watched her with keen attention tracing the journeying tear from her eyelids to her quivering lip with his eyes abandoning all sense and sensibility at the moment Shabbir had tenderly lifted her lips to his own wiping the salt drop with his lips making Anjali moan temptingly.
That had only served to fuel Shabbir's desires as he enveloped her lips in a warm soft yet searing kiss his arms wrapping around her pulling her close to him. Anjali had not been expecting him to react in such a way and stood shocked pressed to him the sudden revelation of his lips on hers had fused her brains and she had lifted her hands to his chest distancing herself away from him in a slight push. Shabbir's senses had been jangled as he felt himself being shoved away his eyes had snapped open to see Anjali look at him in disbelief and before he could utter a single word she had turned away and run to her bedroom closing the door behind her. Shabbir couldn't believe himself how could he have been such a fool to consider her like the rest of them she wasn't like the girls he was accustomed to deal with she was different and now he had gone ahead and ruined it. Raking a heavy hand through his curls he had sighed in disappointment he would talk to her first thing in the morning it wasn't a mistake at least not in his opinion he was beginning to like it her and that wasn't a crime at all. Moreover he understood it was time he sorted his feelings he was beginning to feel like a mess and that certainly would prove harmful in the long run.
Part 11
Anjali sat on her bed watching Sanaya sleep peacefully she felt so horribly sick and disgusted with herself how could she have let go of her senses so easily. What would Shabbir think about her that she was the same, like the rest of them ready to do anything once she got the chance? Dropping on the bed beside Sanaya she sobbed in the downy cotton of her pillow soaking it with a continuous flow of tears no she was not like the rest of them and she would not let Shabbir think low of her at all. She would leave she wouldn't stay on and become a burden on him rather she would wipe up the mess she had created single handedly and let him live in peace. Satisfied with her decision she had finally let sleep pervade her senses while a restless Shabbir tossed and turned in his bed. He simply couldn't wait for the sun to rise in the horizon and for dawn to appear with its splendor. He had refrained from broaching her the previous night since he understood his act was quite sudden and it was but natural for her to react the way she had. He writhed in agony to think that she might consider him a perpetrator like Aman who had housed her only to make the most of her vulnerable condition and that in itself was quite unacceptable to him. He simply couldn't have her think about him that way the reason he had to talk to her unfortunately for Shabbir the moment to explain himself never did come he had received a call for an urgent shoot at three in the night and he had to leave for the same.
He though had hoped to have a heart to heart talk with Anjali and apologize for his behaviour after he was done with his shoots that day. Little had he known Anjali had different plans, later that morning after awakening Anjali had bathed and fed Sanaya and had freshened herself. Cooking a scrumptious meal for Shabbir she had packed her belongings and had left his apartment writing a note for him to read once he reached home. She did not mind working despite her injuries but could not bear to be misused or thought low of by anyone, even Shabbir. But providence had different plans as she stood awaiting the bus at the stand she saw a black Sonata slow down and finally stop beside her. Frightened she had stepped back to see the tinted window roll down and Karan's face peep from within as he lowered it to the window. "Get in before I get mobbed" he had grinned opening the door for her Anjali though stood hesitantly she still hadn't forgotten the way Shabbir had admonished the idea of her modeling for the ad. If she accompanied Karan wouldn't that get him maddened further and that she hadn't wanted at any cost. The crowd gathered around had started pointing towards him and it wasn't improving the situation. "Anjali for God's sake get in" Karan had scoffed and Anjali had assented immediately dreading another catastrophe sliding in the seat next to him in the car she shut the door as the window rolled up noiselessly. Karan had put the Sonata in motion as Anjali adjusted a drowsy Sanaya in her arms keeping her bag near her feet. "Do you want to go get the portfolio done?" Karan had questioned her "I'm free till three in the afternoon after that I have to go shoot for Kasturi" he had added smiling at her. "Karan I really appreciate your help but I don't think Shabbir would like me doing the ad, he wasn't very happy when you suggested I try out" Anjali had stated honestly looking at him gravely. Karan had simply smiled this was getting sweeter by the moment so the feelings were mutual now he couldn't wait to put Plan B in action.
"Oh I'll handle him for now just try and smile and relax we can't have you looking tensed for your shoot" he had appeased her while Anjali stared blankly at him.Between him and Shabbir she felt she had no life of her own and the more she tried to withdraw the more she found herself sinking in the whirlpool they had brewed for her. Karan had pulled out his cell phone and had instructed his friend on the phone to prepare for the shoot despite Anjali's crest fallen look and reluctant attitude. In around half an hour they stood at a posh studio in Malad Sanaya was still asleep having a bath had left her drowsy and she wasn't much of a bother as Karan led Anjali inside. The photographer Vicky was Karan's cousin and had offered to do the shoot free of cost as Karan had deemed it as a favour. Karan had taken Sanaya from her and had ushered her to a changing room where different outfits hung on racks. She chose a white off shoulder chiffon summer dress and changed in it. Leaving her hair open she brushed it well a nearby counter was filled with cosmetics of different shades. Opting for the minimal approach she brushed her cheeks lightly with a shade of rose pink rogue, applying a sheen of lip gloss and kohl to highlight her eyes she stepped out of the dressing room. Karan who had not expected her to look so simplistically divine was spell bound and found it difficult to hold his tongue from running away with compliments. He understood he would be chopped to mince meat if Shabbir even came to know he was getting Anjali shot for but he had to take the risk. His plan though simple was deadly considering his friend's obtuse rather plain nature regarding love and sentiments in mind.
With Shabbir it was either do or die there was no middle path if he loved someone it was from the core of his being, his circle of family though small was strengthened with bonds of trust and sincerity and Karan was quite aware of Anjali being a part of that circle. So if he broke rules or crossed lines it wouldn't take Shabbir long to sever all ties with him too. But the fact that Shabbir was an intellectual man with a broad spectrum of thought did add up to Karan's courage and he decided to go ahead with his designs which in no way were harmful or malicious. Vicky had handed Anjali a pair of crystal studs to go with the dress and the shoot had begun Karan had not entered the area rather let Vicky work on his own accord moreover he feared if he stayed at hand Anjali might be constantly reminded of Shabbir and his disappointment on her actions. Having clicked a few pictures Vicky had asked Anjali to change again. The air conditioned interior had done wonders for Sanaya who slept peacefully in Karan's lap unaware of her surroundings or position all she felt was a relaxing sensation and had sunk in the world of dreams smiling every so often amidst a beautiful one. Anjali had changed again this time in a black bordered saree with pearls and sequins adorning the pallu she had highlighted her eyes and brushed a darker shade of the rogue applying a soft pink shade of lipstick to go. The jewellery was exchanged for a slim pearl choker and pearl tear drop earrings she appeared ravishing her hair swept back in a French knot Vicky was having a great time clicking her. The shots were picture perfect he knew he had a star at hand. For Anjali it was another chore she had wanted to be over with quickly and complied with Vicky's instructions posing and smiling as he asked her to. In around two hours the pictures were finished and Anjali had heaved a sigh of relief now she could go home in peace.
For all she knew she wasn't lucky enough to make it to the cooking oil ad anyways there were far too many models vying for attention she'd be lost amidst the crowd. Now atleast she wouldn't have Karan breathing down her neck thought to soon though since after her shoot Karan had whisked her to the venue for the auditions. Anjali just couldn't make him stop no amount of pleading softened Karan who it appeared had taken it upon himself to lead her up the stairs of stardom. "Karan please" she was close to tears "Don't whine Anjali trust me you'll thank me for it one day" he had smiled reassuringly at her something Anjali was not very sure. Nonetheless she ended up auditioning all the same and by the time she was finished Sanaya had awoken and demanded to be fed screaming in hunger. Anjali had satisfied her famished daughter sitting in a secluded corner of the hall pondering on her life and the sudden twist that had been encountered by her. She wondered what Shabbir would have to say once he read the note and came to know of her trying out for the ad. She sighed heavily feeling her daughter warm against her bosom her heart brimming with love for the little child that was the sole ray of light in her otherwise dark life. Her thoughts wandered over to the brief yet sensational kiss she had shared with Shabbir what was he thinking then she wished she had known. The meditation was cut short when Sanaya finished her feed and gurgled in happiness smiling at her, her gums whitened with the milk she had consumed. Anjali had laughed watching her this way covering herself and wiping Sanaya's face with her bib Karan who was busy talking to Priya watched them approach him and bidding Priya a goodbye had joined the duo. Happy and satisfied Sanaya had burped gently extending her hands out to Karan as if asking him to lift her which he had readily done lost in thoughts Anjali had followed him to the car out of the crowded hallways.
Shabbir had wrapped his shooting for Dancing Queen it appeared one of the mentors had to go on a short break of two days since her mother was ill. Thus the emergency shoot which was a miracle in itself to have gone so smoothly tired and spent he had driven home to find it locked and on entrance empty. He read the note too which apparently made him realize his folly had driven her away exhausted and fatigued he had sit on the carpeted floor resting his head on the couch. She didn't even have a mobile where he could contact her well he'd have to go over to her chawl house later in the day and talk this through. A few minutes had passed when his cell phone had rung out it was Natalie "Shabbir where are you I simply can't get a hold of you these days" she sounded vexed and Shabbir knew her allegations were true ever since his involvement with Anjali and Sanaya he seemed to have side lined Natalie the astonishing fact was that he didn't even miss her. The unsettling feeling he had been having the previous night had returned "Natalie sweetheart its just stress you know I'm working real damn hard" he had tried to shrug her off. "Its not done Shabbir either you want this relationship or we call it quits I have been feeling quite ignored by you lately you don't return calls, don't come online what is wrong with you?" Natalie had started crying on the other end. Shabbir would've consoled her had the doorbell not rung at the precise moment. "Hold on a sec' hun I have to get the door" he had pacified her standing up he had opened the door to find Anjali and Sanaya stand with Karan outside. Shabbir had frowned watching her with Karan the note she had written clearly stated she was leaving for home then what the hell was she doing at his door step that too with Karan at her arm. He had mutely turned around when Karan had called out to him "Shabbir I took her to get her portfolio done" he had informed him while Anjali looked at the floor abashed. Her heart beat had accelerated to a 100 beats per minute she simply could not make eye contact with Shabbir. If she hadn't been with Karan she would probably have run all the way back home but Karan had brought her back to Shabbir's apartment against her will. Karan himself had taken leave after bombing Shabbir with the newsflash of Anjali having gone against his better judgement.
He hadn't chalked out her rights and wrongs or do's and don'ts yet but he had thought Anjali must've understood his displeasure over the idea of trying out for the ad. Once Karan had gone and Anjali had settled a playful Sanaya on the carpet Shabbir had held her by the arm abruptly turning her to face him. "Who the hell asked you to go get the portfolio done and couldn't you bloody well wait for me instead of running there with Karan" he had exploded conveniently forgetting the fact that Natalie was in fact still on the phone and could hear every word that transpired between them. "I didn't want to" Anjali had tried to explain not that it made any difference to Shabbir who was furious his grip on her arm quite firm. "I thought I was stupid to have kissed you last night and wanted to apologize, I thought you would've understood I didn't want you trying out for that dumb ad�� Do you know what sorts of people comprise this fashion industry" he had snarled. "They're sharks waiting for a kill one moment you'r on your feet the next they're feeding off you�.. you have just encountered one Aman there are a million more out there to devour you the minute you enter that cesspool and I will not have you going there Is That Understood!" he had growled. It had taken all of Shabbir's self restrain to keep his voice to the minimal tone that it was, lest Sanaya get frightened though what he had wanted was to shake Anjali so badly her teeth would start clattering. Anjali had gazed at him panic stricken she had not expected him to lash out at her so ruthlessly she bit her lip in remorse cursing the moment she had met Karan on the bus stand. How was she to explain to Shabbir that it was all against her will, cold sweat broke on her brow to think about his reaction if he came to know she had been to the auditions as well. Shabbir's face was grim his eyes burning like bits of coal he was angry more at himself than Anjali he had no right to shout at her that way and he knew that, the irritating part was he wanted a right on her, it was too damn frustrating.
Her silent acceptance had mellowed him down to some extent but he couldn't seem to pacify himself in any way he noticed Anjali was crying mutetly her arms wrapped around her head bent low� God now he had upset her. "I didn't want to I swear on Sanaya" she had tried to make him believe "I thought Karan would let me be if I got over with it�. there were so many people at the bus stand� and.. I.." she had choked then crumpling to the floor in a heap. Shabbir had sighed sitting on the floor beside her lifting her face he had wiped away her tears tenderly "I want the best for you Anjali� not some second hand commercial� I want you to be independent and not have to run around to make both ends meet" he had whispered gently pulling her near him as they sat against the sofa. "You believe me then?" she had wanted to know burying her face in his shoulder and he had smiled despite the rage "Does it matter what I believe or don't?" he had questioned her. "Yes it does�. it does to me" she had murmured amidst sobs. "Why?" he had wanted to know and she had watched him through glassed eyes what would he do if he came to know she loved him� she wondered. Probably think she was one of the many millions who did and the thought ripped her heart in two "I can't tell you" she had mumbled sadly attempting to leave when he had pulled her back to him. "I want to know" he had pressed further cupping her face in his palms. "Please Shabbir let me go" Anjali had tried to flee again but his hold on her wouldn't allow her to budge pinning her to the sofa he had restricted her movements. Tears flowed down her eyes to her cheeks and in his palms "Say it" he had commanded her "I won't" she had negated the idea "It is of no use, you are an impossible dream and I cannot ruin myself further yearning for you. It is best we remain as we are strangers to each other" she had blinked back her tears attempting in vain to keep her voice from giving away her heart ache. Sanaya who had been silently observing the two from her vantage point on the floor beside them had wailed loudly at that point and Shabbir had to let go of Anjali not that he had wanted to. He had realized that she had feelings for him and that if he had been thinking of her she too had been doing the same regarding him.
Something inside him had come to rest then as if a weary traveler had reached home and dropped on his bed for a long comfortable sleep he watched at both Anjali and Sanaya beside him and understood what had to be done then. Consequently his mobile battery gave a low signal and it was then that he realized Natalie was still on call clicking the red button on the cell phone he had shut it close. Natalie was a closed chapter for him and he would make it official soon taking a deep contented breathe he had picked up Sanaya in his arms and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. "What did you write in that dumb note now?" he had asked Anjali who looked at him fearfully, had he read the note. "I ..uh� I was going to return home today� I feel much better now" she had expounded on the reasons for writing the note. "And it had nothing to do with the fact that I kissed you last night" he had arched his eyebrows in mock disbelief Anjali had looked at him flustered chewing on her lip. The image was too tempting for Shabbir who had leaned forward and had captured her lips in his own in a soft tender kiss and this time Anjali hadn't flinched. On the contrary her eyes had spilled hot tears she had not thought she deserved someone as wonderful as Shabbir moreover the fear of being used and discarded still overwhelmed her and she had pulled back heart broken. Shabbir had gazed at her lovingly "You don't have to be afraid of me Anjali if I had to use you I could've done that by now" he had told her tucking her stray tresses behind her ear. "But I'm not worthy of you" she had whispered "besides its just been a few days that you have known me it could all dissipate once we part ways" she had looked at him apprehensively her voice shaky and uncertain as if she hadn't wanted to but was forced to utter those words. "You think that way Anjali?" Shabbir had asked in a hurt tone making her feel terrible "I think you deserve better Shabbir, someone who wasn't used prior to marriage and who doesn't have a child out of wedlock" she had cried picking Sanaya from his arms and running to her room she slammed the door shut behind her. It was no use living a lie there was no way his family or social circle would accept her with no family for back up or support she was an out cast and in time she was sure he would forget her.
Part 12
The next day was Shabbir's off he didn't have many shoots left for Kayamath as the serial was fast wrapping up and despite denying rumors about it he had a fair idea of the soap going off air in March. He had awoken with a zest and new zeal it had become quite clear to him that Anjali was pushing him away due to the fact that she deemed herself an inappropriate match for him which was quite untrue. What had happened was by no means her fault she had been abused by Aman and fallen for his schemes due to her innocence and that did not render her a culprit in his eyes. It was not that she had willingly bedded Aman or allowed him freedom to conquer her eagerly rather it had been forced on her and the circumstances that had prevailed after the incident had only served to tear her apart further. The reason her confidence was minimum she felt vulnerable and scared and feared for her safety along with Sanaya. Though Shabbir realized she was a strong mother had it not been that way she would not have opted to give birth to an illegitimate child. She could've aborted the child and lived a blameless life yet she chose to go with her maternal instincts knowing full well that it was a thorny path she was about to tread on. Her selfless nature had won over Shabbir in the first instant had it not been the case he would've never bailed her out of jail, their first encounter was still fresh in his memory. Back then she had appeared to be a common teenager to him but it was only after close interaction had he come to know the woman that Anjali Mathur was, yes not complete in every sense but her flaws were covered by the greatness of her heart and clear soul. Showering happily Shabbir had replayed her reactions to his kisses he had to make her believe what happened was not her fault and that she was in no way responsible for her destiny it had been written that way.
Toweling himself dry he had slipped in his track pants and stepped out of the washroom only to find Anjali stand beside his bed the cordless in her hand. "It's your call" she had told him softly handing him the appliance his wet, semi naked, well chiseled body had an electrifying effect on Anjali her deep eyes traced water droplets drip from his hair down his temple and drop on his shoulder. She had averted her gaze instantaneously and had turned to leave when she felt his moist palm close in on her wrist. She looked at him aghast as he mouthed a hello to the caller online "Yes Maa... I'm fine. You found time to remember you have a son.. ALL ALONE in Mumbai" he had teased his mother. "Well I understand my son is busy with work .... and is quite capable of looking after himself" Mrs Ahluwalia had smiled listening to her son complain. "I miss you Maa when will you be back?" he had questioned "I have a surprise for you" he had informed his mother conspiratorially. "Really!" Mrs Ahluwalia had arched her eyebrows in interest this was new her son had never shown such enthusiasm for her to return from trips, he was a compromising child the most loving and endearing of her three off springs. True he was close to his family but he shared a special bond with her. It had been quite some time that she had been asking him to find a decent girl for himself her other two children well settled she wanted him to tie the knot too. "Hmm" she had mused aloud "Does the surprise have a name?" she had laughed amused at her son's keenness she did have an inkling to the surprise being some feminine species. Shabbir had been talking about a certain Natalie recently from what she had gauged from his conversations she was a beautiful, well bred girl who worked in an accountancy firm in Istanbul. Mrs Ahluwalia wasn't the type who restricted her children to follow her instructions or make them live their lives by the book, she was not a strict mother though she had been firm during their growing years but at twenty nine she hardly considered it important to tutor her son on his love life and was ready to accept his choice with open arms.
Shabbir had laughed at his mother's simple query "Yes it has a name and believe me it's beautiful" the last sentence was spoken softly his eyes resting on Anjali's face who had understood part of the conversation a slow blush creeping on her cheeks. She had tried once again to free her wrist from his strong grip and had failed yet again instead he had pulled her to him in a swift move so that she fell against his chest unsteadily as she collided against the solid wall of his body a gasp had escaped her. "Is my surprise there with you right now?" Mrs Ahluwalia had questioned Shabbir who was practically lost in Anjali's green pools as she looked at him unwaveringly. "Ahaan" he had breathed his hand working his way around the small of her back holding her close as she placed her palms on his flat chest to secure some leverage. "Well then give her the phone I'd like to speak to her" Mrs Ahluwalia had chuckled softly the woman surely must've charmed her son to a large extent else he wouldn't have brought her home. "Sure" Shabbir had grinned placing the phone on Anjali's ear whose eyes had widened in disbelief. "Shabbir" she had tried to protest when she heard his mother greet her from the other end "H.. h.. hello aunty ... I mean.. namastey" she had replied flustered. Mrs Ahluwalia had laughed in response "Sweetheart you don't have to be afraid of me, I assure you I'm not going to be the typical mother in law, rather I'm quite excited about meeting you. It isn't everyday Shabbir asks me when I'll be back specially when I hardly venture out of the house" Anjali had laughed quietly which had eased an anxious Shabbir. "So beta how are you doing?" Mrs Ahluwalia had asked warmly she understood the girl's condition and realized that she would certainly feel shy talking to her boy friend's mother for the first time. "Aunty I'm fine how are you?" Anjali had gathered courage focusing her eyes on Shabbir's pectoral abs she dared not look up at him and drown in those mesmerizing eyes as it was she was finding it difficult to breathe properly with the constant cognizance of his hands wrapped around her lest she try to flee. "I'll be meeting you soon beta it is time Shabbir settled in his life. You take care beta and see that Shabbir keeps taking his veggies" she had instructed a confounded Anjali who had assented to her directions immediately promising to keep a tab on Shabbir's diet.
Shabbir had groaned inwardly women he had thought all they could think about was to feed you veggies. "Bye Aunty" Anjali had bid a fond farewell to Shabbir's mother finally raising her eyes to his "What would she think of me?" she had questioned Shabbir gently. "Ah well she already thinks of you as her daughter in law" he had grinned pulling her closer. "Shabbir this is not right" Anjali had whimpered "She doesn't know the truth about me" "But I will tell her, you honestly don't think I'll be keeping my family in the dark about Sanaya or the conditions that led to her birth" he had expounded lovingly lifting her chin with his index finger. Her eyes were glazed as much as she wanted to believe this fantasy she knew she had to restrict herself to the truth, it was all going too fast and she was afraid of it shattering as the many dreams that had been smashed to bits earlier. "Shabbir I'm scared" she had confessed closing her eyes as he made her rest her head on his chest tucking her head underneath his chin combing her tresses. "I am too I don't understand myself these days. I had never thought I could be swept away by someone so forcefully. I thought I would always be the one in the lead but now I find myself quite deeply in love with you" he had confided in her. Anjali had raised her head in shock "Love..." she had echoed her voice hollow "It's too soon for you to term it as love" she had reminded him. "You've only known me a few days Shabbir.... how could it be love?" she had wanted to know her breathe bated pulse mercurial. "Come" he had led her by her hand to the next room where Sanaya lay sleeping on the bed, her eyes closed with heavy fringed lids. "When I see her Anjali I want to hold her, call her my own that is my love for her. I don't want her to grow up knowing she was an unwanted donation by her biological father to you. I want her to cherish her life and live it to the fullest." Anjali was rendered speechless she was quite unaware of the growing sentiments regarding Sanaya in Shabbir's heart. "You really would do that for her?" she had queried crying now "Yes I would and I want to but only if you allow me to" he had wiped away her tears delicately stoking her cheek with his finger. "You've made me respect you Anjali for all that you've suffered and now I want you to feel love have it and hold it for eternity" he had whispered huskily against her ear. "But I'm not.." she wanted to say when he had placed his finger on her plush lips "You are worth it.. worth every happiness in the world" he had assured her hugging her affectionately making her reciprocate his actions. She couldn't utter a single word no sentences formulated in her empty mind all she could do was feel his warmth as it radiated off him and seeped within her. It was too good to be true in her opinion and for once she had hoped it would last forever. But could it be that her ill fate would allow her to be truly happy just this once. It seemed like ages had passed since she had first held Sanaya in her arms though it was only four months back that she had graced the world, but that seemed like eons to Anjali who had not seen a moment of peace since the day she had found out about her pregnancy.
She let out a silent sigh breathing in Shabbir's unique smell was it true, was he really her's she wondered. Shabbir had kissed her hair making her watch him with a mixture of emotions gratitude, love, concern it was all writ clearly on her face. He smiled pulling her closer bending lower till his full lips found hers overwhelming her, she had complied this time softly kissing him back but it seemed as if Shabbir was not in a mood to let her go easily. His hands roved free on her back pressing her closer coaxing her to grant him access to the inner most recesses of her mouth. Anjali had wanted to stop yet couldn't as his tongue tasted her lips tempting her and she had finally given in. She had panted as his hands journeyed further up her back and sought refuge in her thick curtain of hair the precise moment when she had gasped and his tongue had entered her wet, hot mouth exploring it tentatively. Anjali had never been kissed this passionately before she stood reeling in the new sensations that Shabbir successfully churned within her. Her own hands had locked around his neck leaning against him for support for she feared she might just fall down her knees too weak to administer her weight. Shabbir had not let her ponder for long sucking her lip with fueled passion helping her learn the ropes invoking her mouth to equal participation. Raking his fingers in her long hair Shabbir had tilted her face slightly for deeper entrance to her sinfully tempting mouth. Anjali had parted her lips at will now letting him discover the unexplored parts of her mouth in a fervent manner. By the time they were finished Shabbir had savored each and every part of her inexperienced mouth raining gentle kisses on her flushed cheeks nose and forehead returning back to her lips for a sultry kiss. Anjali stood glued to him her heart hammering incessantly while her eyes dreamy she had never considered ardor to be so wonderfully exceptional till she had met him. Shabbir who had been an ace at such intimate gestures was highly amused to see her shy away from him after sharing an elongated cherished moment.
He ran his fingers through her silken hair making her look at him "Quite good for a starter... so what do you plan for the main course" he had winked at her making her blush furiously. The rigorous exercise had left Anjali's lips red and swollen she smiled at him making him wish he could have her as his wife there and then. "I've got a question to ask by the way.." he had asked her while she watched him adoringly. "What?" she had whispered gently touching his face "Will you marry me?" he had inquired seriously. Anjali had smiled dipping her head shyly "Only if you love me" she have whispered yet again. "What if I promise to for now and forever?" he had queried gravely his eyes turning liquid with pent up amor. "Then I promise to be your's for life" she had breathed gently against him "Forever mine you will be" he had pledged before cupping her face crushing his lips on hers in yet another possessive kiss.
Part 13
The acknowledgement of the fact that Shabbir was willing to accept her and Sanaya as part of his life was too much for Anjali to handle and she had cried happy tears resting her head against Shabbir's chest as he sat cuddling both mother and daughter. "So how long till she calls me Papa?" he had asked a smiling Anjali who had tenderly kissed his rugged cheek. "Not very long" she had assured him feeling his protective hold around herself and her baby as she sat with her back against his chest. Sanaya sat simpering in Anjali's lap while Shabbir tickled her tummy lightly. She was an endearing creature who remained happy at all times now too she grinned at Shabbir her eyes twinkling as her smile widened ducking her head in a playful manner her soft fingers clasping his brawny arms. Shabbir had laughed at her miniscule grip as she attempted to catch hold of his giant hand. "Shabbir do you think your family will accept me?" Anjali had questioned looking thoughtfully at Sanaya it would certainly break her heart if her single mother status was not agreed to by her in laws to be. "I don't think they will have a problem because my parents are liberal in their views, my mom and dad hail from different customs even religions but we have managed to lead a harmonious and peaceful life that only shows that there is a deep bond of trust and love that we share. No� I don't think it would be a problem" he had pacified her nuzzling the bare skin on her neck making her titillate. His lips roving free on her neck continuing with their assault down her collar bones as he sucked and kissed tenderly making her moan advancing towards her shoulder "Shabbir" she had breathed heavily turning her face to him. He had stopped then watching her intently slightly adjusting her face to his own aligning her lips to his mouth before capturing them in a hot passionate kiss. Anjali was caught off guard by his overwhelming desires turning towards him for better access running her fingers through his curls kissing him back eagerly. The door bell had rung then and they parted panting and out of breath Anjali had blushed while Shabbir had stood up reluctantly leaving Sanaya with her only to find Karan standing at the door. It didn't need Shabbir to invite him in as he barged into the house causing Shabbir to laugh at his childish antics "Where's Sanaya?" had come the prompt query on entrance.
"With her mother probably filling her little tummy" Shabbir had explained taking the album Karan handed to him. Flipping it open Shabbir was dumb struck to see Anjali's photographs from the shoot the previous day she appeared so breath takingly beautiful in them for a moment he forgot Karan actually shared the same space with him. "My jaan's beautiful" he had murmured to himself which of course was heard loud and clear by Karan who had whistled in agreement. "Is Anjali's last name jaan� and when did she become your's?" Karan had pulled his leg making Shabbir smack him on the back. "Ow ow ow!!!" Karan had yelled feigning pain "This is for luring her to go get the photos shot" Shabbir had laughed jovially sitting on the sofa as Karan plopped down beside him. "If I hadn't you wouldn't be having the time of your life ogling at her pictures. Ungrateful creature" Karan had tried to take the album back which Shabbir had tactfully swiped away from underneath his nose making Karan grumble. He had asked Vicky to hurry up with the finalizing of the pictures the graphic work being done at top speed by his assistants. "You know Shabbir I did make her try out for the cooking oil ad too" Karan had informed him seriously this time. "You what!" shabbir had glowered at him "I thought I was clear on that stance� when the hell did you do that" Shabbir was highly irritated to know about it. What bugged him was that Anjali had not informed him about it either "Actually yesterday just after the shoot I asked her to try out for the commercial. Shabbir she is practically nil in self confidence she starts weeping at the drop of a hat. I believe the exposure will do her good. You can't keep her shelled up she needs to brave the world" Karan had replied matter of factly. "As for not telling you I'm sure the simple thought of informing you would've scared her to death" Karan had smiled making Shabbir shake his head in wonder. "Is she so afraid of me?" he had mused loudly watching Karan apprehensively. "All I know is that you matter to her a lot Shabbir she was quite reluctant to accompany me yesterday and if I hadn't brought her back here she probably would've gone to her own home." Karan had clarified Anjali's take on the issue.
Shabbir had sighed leaning back against the head rest of the sofa "Karan I'm marrying Anjali" he had finally spoken after remaining silent for a long while "Hmm" Karan had deliberated watching him closely. "Do you love her Shabbir?" Karan had questioned leaning back too turning his face towards a silent Shabbir. He hadn't told Anjali he loved her he had just proposed her neither did he know what she thought of him, it was true he loved Sanaya but Anjali�� what did he feel for her, anything different from what he felt for Natalie or the same. Karan's question loomed like a black cloud over him. If he did not love Anjali there was no point in marrying her just for sympathy as sooner or later the emotion would wear away. Yes he had promised to love her in the future but then could it be forced it wasn't that his heart was a tap which could be shut on and off at will he sat up frustrated "I don't know" he had sighed "And does she love you?" Karan had further probed as Shabbir dropped his head in his hands "I don't know that either" Shabbir had answered defeatedly, he wondered if he had indeed screwed everything badly. "Well about time you found out Shabbir since marriage means a life long commitment and I'd hate to see it turn to self torture for both of you" Karan had warned him. Anjali had appeared them carrying a changed and flowery Sanaya in her arms who had been greeted with open arms by both men. "I got her first" Shabbir had complained when Karan had practically pulled Sanaya in his arms making Anjali giggle at their enthusiasm for her baby. "You are going to keep her forever� while I on the other hand get to play with her at intervals" Karan had shushed Shabbir. Anjali's cheeks had flushed at the mention of her impending matrimony with Shabbir and she had turned to leave when Karan had handed her the photo album. Anjali's eyes took in her svelte and sculpted figure and fabulous looks in the pictures. She wondered if it indeed was her ownself that peered at her through the paper. She had though studied Shabbir's face steadily searching it for any clues on his take on the subject but Shabbir appeared lost in his own world. "There's this bash by Anita tonight you guys are invited too" Karan had informed a listless Shabbir who had smiled at the mention of his friend.
"Anjali you have to come she particularly asked me to bring you along" Karan had told Anjali letting Sanaya box him with her small fists sitting snugly on the couch beside him. "Karan I don't think I'll come�" Anjali had informed him hesitantly "I can't leave Sanaya alone" she had tried to wheedle out. "No ifs and buts�. you are coming" he had ended the conversation while Anjali gazed at Shabbir again she wondered why he had suddenly gone silent. The rest of the day passed peacefully Anjali had washed and cleaned for them her wounds were healing fast with proper care and medication. Karan had left after a short while and Shabbir had driven her to the hospital getting her bandages changed he had then taken her to a secluded road side motel where he often lunched with his colleagues. As long as the place served good food and safeguarded his privacy Shabbir was open to eating anywhere. This particular motel was far away from the prying eyes of the media and Shabbir often enjoyed a meal or two here with friends. Lunch was a cheerful affair while Shabbir and Anjali dined on paav bhaaji and chicken karahi Sanaya dined on her mother on the way back she had conveniently fallen fast asleep. Later in the evening Anita had herself called Shabbir inviting him to a small get together asking specifically for Anjali and Sanaya to join them and Shabbir heard himself promising her he would bring them along. That night when Shabbir asked Anjali to get dressed she had gazed at him mortified she didn't have any such apparel that would be suitable for the occasion. "Shabbir its ok if I don't go� I don't even have clothes for the party" she had explained her cause of worry. "Don't worry about that my sister has enough clothes to last her for lifetime. Check her wardrobe I'm sure you'll find plenty of things to use" Shabbir had waived off her consternation. "But they are her clothes" Anjali was still dubious "And I've paid for more than half of them so trust me I practically own them" he had chuckled causing Anjali to laugh. "Ok" she had consented "I'll be ready in half an hour" she had told him as he left the room to get dressed himself. Stepping out of the room half an hour later Anjali had virtually stunned Shabbir she looked ethereal in a knee length black evening gown which hugged her body sensuously highlighting her curves. Her long hair brushed to silk were left open while dangling rhinestone earrings adorned her ears. For a moment Shabbir stood stumped anyone who hadn't known her at close quarters wouldn't even believe Anjali was a mother to a four month old baby girl. Her kohled eyes had lifted to find Shabbir watch her intently and she had shyly lowered her gaze from his handsome face his stubble freshly trimmed, curls ruffled and slate eyes boring into her made her conscious of herself. Wearing a black body fitting tee shirt with his stone washed jeans and black chappals he looked ready to kill his chunky watch strapped to his right wrist he smelt divine and Anjali feared losing her senses around him. "If you're ready I'll pick up Sanaya" she had told him smiling at him and he had nodded in assent. Sanaya too was dressed in her best velvet frock complete with shoes Supriya had been thoughtful enough to pack a few nice dresses of the baby along with her every day use ones. All throughout the drive Sanaya kept the two entertained playing with her mother responding to her simple gestures lovingly gurgling and laughing occasionally talking in her penguin voice to both of them.
Anita had arranged the party in Tequila lounge a posh urban club where most of the celebrities ended up loosening up after their hectic work schedules. The party was in full swing and Anita was over joyed to see Anjali along with Sanaya. She kissed the little cherub lovingly and introduced both mother and daughter to her friend circle as her friends. The fact that Shabbir had walked in the party with a girl and a baby had caused tongues to wag not that Shabbir cared for it. He had decided to marry Anjali in any ways so even if the matter made it to the print media he wasn't going to take it to heart. Karan had appeared from amidst the crowd and had hugged both Shabbir and Anjali ushering them towards the rest of their friends. Music filled the lounge while some guests could be seen swaying to it Anjali was all smiles watching her daughter be the center of attention. Almost all of Anita's friends doted on the happy baby and Anita had the volume of the blaring music lowered lest the child get agitated and sulk due to it. Sanjeeda who had been chilling in a corner with her beau Aamir had come along and greeted Shabbir "Who's the girl?" she had asked curiously Anjali had an Indian look which contrasted to Natalie's image so she was sure Anjali was not Natalie. "She's Anjali" Shabbir had grinned "and the baby?" Sanjeeda had questioned again. "She's her daughter�� my daughter" he had added as an after thought. "Ahaan!" Sanjeeda's ear brows had knitted as she frowned "And this is not Natalie?" she was still confused. "Natalie is over with" Shabbir had explained in minimal words to a nagging Sanjeeda who had at the end of it grinned like a cat who had spotted cream�. "Good going Ahluwalia" she had patted him on his back proudly. "So when's the wedding?" she had wanted to know the details "Soon" Shabbir had placated her laughing at her vigor. The party was in full swing and Anjali was actually enjoying herself all of Shabbir's friends had been polite to her conversing on day to day issues the fact that Shabbir's eyes were trained on her like a hawk's had caused many young men to maintain their distance from her. Every now and then Shabbir would check on her and Anjali so much so that his friends had a clear idea of Anjali and Sanaya being of great importance to him. What though had not been anticipated by both Shabbir and Anjali was Aman gracing the party.
Shabbir had stepped out of the premises to enjoy a smoke or two with his friends at the back of the lounge when Aman had walked in with Kirti an aspiring actress. Anjali who had been chatting with Sanjeeda in a corner of the room had paled to see Aman at Kirti's arm smile and hug a couple of his pals there. Anjali had staggered back in alarm in a vain attempt to hide from him she had inched herself away from the main crowd frantically searching for Sanaya. Her eyes scouring the premises for her baby when she realized horrified that Aman indeed held Sanaya in her arms. Her hands shook with rage to see that low life touch her daughter marching up to him she had wrenched Sanaya from his hold anger bubbling inside her. "Don't you dare touch her" she had hissed putting Sanaya to her shoulder who had started wailing frightened by her mother's sudden tightened grip on her. Aman's eyes had glinted in pleasure here was his easy catch Anjali Mathur the ever so gullible and vulnerable young maiden he had twisted and broken for his own selfish desires. "Hi Anjali � nice to see you again" he had drawled, the commotion had caused quite a few people to turn towards them making Anjali realize her wrong move had caused her to be in the limelight but she couldn't bear to see her daughter be touched by the man who had so cruelly disowned her. "I couldn't quite forget you�.. your touch� your smell... how you felt under me" he had laughed evilly making Anjali feel like crying. The humiliation was too much for her to bear Aman snickered openly at her "Is this the result of our union?" he had pointed towards a crying Sanaya. Tears flowed through Anjali's eyes "Shut up Aman" she had glared at him "Well I think she'll turn out to be quite a babe like you" he had grinned and that was the moment Anjali couldn't take it any more. The pent up wrath she had bottled inside her for long had blown her fuse unexpectedly and she had felt her right palm strike against Aman's left cheek in a tight slap rendering him shocked and aghast. A dead silence prevailed over the audience the music had stopped almost immediately while Anita made way to the two of them she certainly had not been anticipating such violent action in her party. "What happened here?" she had questioned in an alarmed tone "Why don't you ask this whore what happened" Aman had spat out seizing Anjali by her hair.
"How dare you slap me" he had hollered raising his hand to smack Anjali when he felt it being held captive by none other than Shabbir. Anjali winced in pain as Aman tugged at her hair and had gasped aloud, twisting his other arm around Shabbir had pinned it to his back. "Leave her" he had growled in a low tone threatening Aman who had complied immediately "How dare you raise your hand to her" Shabbir had lashed at Aman who had wrested himself free. A few of Shabbir's friends had come to his aid Karan being at the fore front. "What's to you how I treat her b*****s like her should be treated that way" Aman had scoffed making Shabbir lose his patience altogether. Clutching Aman by the collar Shabbir had hammered his jaw with mad punches till he ha started bleeding from the mouth. Aman had not let go of Shabbir either returning the blows efficiently "Shabbir!" Anjali had screamed in horror to see blood trickle down his lip. "Take that you b*****d next time you even think of touching my fiance I'll kill you" Shabbir had bellowed kicking him in the stomach making him double over in pain. Karan had caught hold of Shabbir by now who it seemed had lost all sense of privacy or exposure all that mattered to him was Anjali and Sanaya's safety. He had been enjoying his smoke with friends at the terrace when Sunny had run up to the small group panting breathlessly he had informed Shabbir of Anjali being molested by Aman Sujoy a spoilt rich brat. Shabbir had hurriedly stamped out his cigarette and had returned to the scene to witness Aman threatening and talking ill to Anjali all reasoning was discarded the moment he saw Aman's hands touch Anjali. How dare he touch his Anjali was the sole thought that rushed through his mind and like a bolt of lightning he was upon the perpetrator making him realize his mistake of meddling with Shabbir's girl. "I'll see you b*****d " Aman had cursed Shabbir "I'll wait" Shabbir had mocked him watching Aman retreat hastily with Kirti running after him.
"I'm sorry Anita" Shabbir had apologized to Anita "but I couldn't see my fiance being treated like crap" he had explicated which Anita had waved away casually. "Forget it Shabbir scum bags like him are not worth any time or effort" she had smiled warmly at her friend "By the way congrats for the engagement" . Aman was her friend Kirti's latest flavour someone Anita didn't appreciate too much of herself he was in a habit of using women and dumping them after some time. Anjali stood shivering in a corner she still couldn't believe it all happened trying to placate a wailing Sanaya who had been disturbed by the harsh treatment meted out to her by the stranger and her mother moreover watching her mother cry had frightened her. Shabbir had joined Anjali and had taken Sanaya from her "Let's go home Anjali" he had held her hand and bidding a farewell to Anita had left quietly. Anjali had apologized to Anita before trailing after Shabbir out of the lounge, the ride to their apartment was stone silent neither spoke a word yet Anjali continued to cry. Her first social outing with Shabbir had proved to be a disaster and she wondered whether a union with him would only serve to cause him more trouble at her expense.
Part 14
Once back at home Shabbir had gone straight to his room and had closed it shut behind him leaving Anjali to believe he had indeed been offended by her behavior. She had wept in misery but there was nothing she could do she understood he had been greatly disturbed at her expense. She was the reason he had been forced to act violently not only had his privacy been compromised he had been made to claim her as his fiance in front of the world something he had not been planning to do so early. She had changed her attire and Sanaya's frock feeding her, the evening outing had left Sanaya weary and tired soon Anjali had rocked her to sleep and had settled her on the bed. She wondered if she should apologize to Shabbir for the discomfiture she had caused him and gathering her bearings had slowly walked to his room knocking on it seeking his permission. Moments later the door had flown open with Shabbir standing in his vest and jeans Anjali could see he was fighting an inner battle and it was best if she left him undisturbed.
His hair was a mess probably since he had been running his fingers through them every other minute his eyes were red veined "Shabbir I �" she had wanted to apologize when he had stopped her from uttering another word "I want to take you somewhere... can you come?" he had questioned her in a clear, steely voice one which made Anjali realize he needed to get it out of his system. "Should I change?" she had asked since she had exchanged her evening gown for a simple sky blue salwar suit for the night. "No... you look perfect" he had mumbled putting on his discarded tee shirt again he picked up his car keys. Anjali had bundled up Sanaya in a woolen blanket picking up her small bag containing a few extra diapers in case she needed them and had followed him out of the house down the elevator and in his parked car. Shabbir had not informed her on their destination but had driven with determination the cold January wind blew through the silent streets howling, it seemed rain would follow soon. Anjali wondered if Shabbir had any inkling to the weather being rather choppy yet she remained mum she did not deem it correct to intrude his train of thought at the moment. Shabbir drove restlessly and did not stop till he had reached a remote area of Madh Island parking his car in the lot he had helped Anjali alight with Sanaya leading her to a small villa situated at a distance from the restless sea. Turning the key in the lock he had stepped inside ushering Anjali in too flipping on the lights he had closed the door behind them. Anjali who had followed him mutely stood perplexed in the middle of a well furnished corridor Shabbir had led her by the arm to the living room which was done in bright colours of peach and cream. Anjali's eyes roved over the cane furniture that contrasted with the hues of the carpets and curtains. She had gazed at Shabbir who realized she awaited an explanation he though had befuddled her further by picking a sleeping Sanaya from her arms and disappearing in one of the inner rooms where he deposited her on a comfortable bed before returning back to Anjali.
"Well this is it" he had made an effort to smile while Anjali watched him with profound interest. "My dream house.." Shabbir had sighed deeply running a light hand over the cane bookshelf erected at the side of the wall empty at the moment. "It's actually not complete till yet I'm still working on the interiors�. as you can see" he had chuckled softly helping Anjali relax who had all sorts of thoughts running wild through her mind. "It's nice" Anjali had smiled encouragingly her eyes glittering like lamps it was obvious she had loved the place but was hesitant in expressing it. Till now she had not questioned him yet patiently awaited an explication for his actions. Why bring her here and why now in the dead of the night yet these were questions that her eyes bore not her sealed lips. "You must be wondering why I have brought you here� that too at this late an hour" Shabbir had voiced her thoughts and she had nodded her head in approval. "The thing is Anjali I'm not very good at romantic gestures at all� am quite blunt in that aspect. Whatever I do onscreen is well�" he had laughed "quite scripted" he had grinned at a smiling Anjali. Shabbir had closed the distance between them taking her hand in his own "This right here� is my life Anjali� I've worked really hard to buy this house and am still getting on with the furnishings� The thing is I had always dreamed of bringing my wife here whoever she was, she would own the place� own me� complete me. And today I've brought you here� because I want you to know that you complete me" he had told her his eyes shining with the truth etched in them. A single tear had dropped down Anjali's eye as she tried to focus on his handsome face through blurry eyes she couldn't fathom that it was a dream she had been dreaming or a reality that was too beautiful for her to consider it as true. "You know even after I proposed you I wondered whether I had done the right thing� if I was being too hasty in my decisions , most of all if I could love you" Shabbir had enlightened her tenderly. Anjali's lips had parted yet no sound came forward she was too dumb struck to speak he had second thoughts on marrying her that wasn't a very heart warming prospect for her. "But tonight when I saw Aman touch you I realized I didn't want that to happen� I didn't want you having any relationship with anyone except me" he had murmured the plain fact that had lifted Anjali's damp spirits to new heights. "I've understood Anjali that I love you for all you are and for all that you will be to me" Shabbir had told her in a low serious tone. "The question is��. do you love me too? I don't want our relationship to be based on sympathy or gratitude� I want it to be for love" Shabbir had put forward his reasoning in return Anjali had silently taken his hand to her lips and kissed it softly.
"I love you Shabbir" she had exclaimed as he watched her mesmerized. "And it hasn't been something that has grown over a month or week" she had continued. "Do you remember that bouquet you used to get on the sets of Kahin to Hoga� each day� without fail?" she had questioned him. "Yes� white lilies with a single red rose�. that was you!" Shabbir's voice had escalated an octave as his lips smiled in cognizance. "Yes that was me" Anjali had consented shyly "I used to save my pocket money and even do extra chores for Papa at times so I could send you the bouquet each day. But the day Aman came to know about it he made me believe you were a fruitless expense. That you wouldn't care whether I sent the bouquet or not" her eyes had lowered to the ground accepting the harsh fact that she had indeed given in to the pressure exerted on her by a jealous Aman. "But I did cherish it � even though I never pursued you I had this feeling you would be special" he had smiled cupping her face gently making her watch him through her soulful eyes. "Why did you give up on me?" Shabbir had questioned peering at her clear green eyes. "I was made to believe you were an illusion and someone as stupid and delusional like me would never to be able to leave an impression on you" she had stated sadly much to Shabbir's displeasure. "Well I wish I had pursued you back them and made you realize you were far from stupid or delusional rather very special and dear to me" Shabbir had murmured near her ear making her colour. She had dipped her head shyly as he embraced her amorously kissing her passionately on her ears advancing on her cheeks and finally enveloping her lips in a hot searing kiss that burnt her lips as if set on fire. Anjali had stood pressed to him her heart beating hard against its ribbed cage as she felt herself molding in his arms her mouth savoring the sensuous assault it had been subjected to. Releasing her shortly Shabbir had studied her angelic face in minute detail while she fiddled with her dupatta quite nervous "You know I can't seem to keep myself away from you" Shabbir had grinned leading her to the kitchen "I was wondering if we could get married tomorrow" he had questioned her while she stared at him in awe. "Tomorrow!" she had echoed "What about your parents Shabbir they don't even know me, they haven't met me� what about their approval" she had reminded him. Inspite of the burning desire to own him completely Anjali had rationalized the entire situation. It wouldn't quite leave a good impression on her in laws and to the world if they got married secretively. "Well I was hoping if we could do it legally tomorrow and repeat the process when my parents arrive, atleast then I won't have to hide you from the world" he had complained. He really was getting tired of playing hide and seek with the press. "Do you want to do it tomorrow?" she had questioned genuinely and he had nodded his head in consent.
"Ok then we'll get it done legally but we won't acknowledge the relationship till your parents agree and before that you are going to tell your mother about it" Anjali had told him softly as he had lifted her in his arms whirling her around the room. "You're simply the best" he had grinned as she laughed in mirth her first in a very long time. Shabbir had then told her how Karan had called him after they had reached home and he had arranged to get food delivered to his villa in Mud Island an extra key remaining with Karan too since he was the only one who knew about the place besides Shabbir and his family. "You're lucky to have a friend like him" Anjali had smiled "I'm luckier still" Shabbir had crooned planting soft kisses on her face "I have you and Sanaya" he had confessed as Anjali had kissed his wide forehead standing on tip toe. They had dined on Chicken Biryani and supped fresh lime juice after it before retiring to the bedroom where Sanaya slept undisturbed. Anjali had bent down to kiss her little angel before joining Shabbir on an extra mattress he had laid down for himself on the floor. He had opened his arms wide for Anjali to snuggle in close to him and had heard her sigh in content cuddling him. "I can't wait for maa to meet you" Shabbir had caressed her cheek "and I look forward to becoming a part of your family�. it's been so long since I lived with one" she had said happily making Shabbir understand the depth of her loss. Even though she had never complained Shabbir could comprehend what living on her own had done to her. His arm snaked around her waist as she rested her head on the pillow next to him her eyes heavy Shabbir had kissed them assiduously "Good night" he had whispered. "Good night" she had murmured back feeling the rhythmic beating of his heart her palm resting on his chest slumbering in his warm hold. The rest of the night passed peacefully somewhere near dawn Sanaya had awoken for her feed and Anjali had shushed her immediately satisfying her patting her all the while so that she dozed off after her feed again. The next morning Shabbir had driven them back home serene at heart no longer was he caught in a dilemma rather was hell-bent on getting wedded to her that very day. His shoot for Dancing Queen didn't start till four in the afternoon and he had ample time till then to get over with his plans. Once home Anjali had whisked up a light breakfast for the both of them while Shabbir had called Karan who had just got off after his night long shoot for Kasturi. "Karan can you do me a favour?" he had mouthed in his mobile after exchanging pleasantries. Karan was immediately all ears he had expected an outcome to the situation after the fiasco at the party the previous night and had been elated to hear that Shabbir had decided to get wedded to Anjali that very day.
"Fine I'll get an appointment with the Registration Office for this afternoon just bring Anjali's birth certificate with you" he had reminded Shabbir who had assented immediately. Next Shabbir had called his mother in Pune sitting on his bed in his room he had made Anjali take a seat next to him squeezing her hand gently to assure her that everything will turn out to be alright. "Hey maa" Shabbir had greeted his mother as she received the call "Maa I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I got married today" Shabbir had questioned his mother while a petrified Anjali awaited his mother's answers with bated breath. This was the defining moment that would shape her life; she knew if his mother denied him Shabbir would not go ahead with the act at all. "Sweetheart is everything ok?" Mrs ahluwalia had asked perturbed now why in God's name did he want to get married at such short notice she simply could not fathom. "Yes maa everything is ok� I just need to do this now�. its important for me" he had replied seriously making Mrs Ahluwalia realize her son was somber which had appalled her since she had never found him so determined on starting a new relationship that too at such speed. "You know my happiness lies in your's Shabbir, do what you think is for the best. I'll be returning soon to greet my daughter in law and you better tell her I like my house nice and clean" she had smiled. Her youngest son had grown up and there was no stopping him now she realized leashing him would only serve him to fret and since she herself had been in love she understood the anxiety that followed on being denied the love of your life. Her own marriage had been after much hue and cry due to the different familial backgrounds and she had not wanted to subject Shabbir to similar anguish. "I love you maa" Shabbir had said in a moist tone making Mrs Ahluwalia wipe a tear from her eye "Badmaash making me all emotional" she had chided him in loving tones making him laugh. "Give her the phone" Mrs Ahluwalia had instructed Shabbir who had handed the cordless to a scared Anjali. "Hullo aunty" she had breathed heavily against the mouth piece and Mrs Ahluwalia had smiled gauging her fright "Well its time you started calling me maa just like your husband to be there isn't it?" she had reminded a blushing Anjali "Yes maa�" she had complied immediately "I hope you are not offended by this decision of ours" Anjali had asked apprehensively to which Mrs Ahluwalia had smiled. "I'm sure my son has good reasons for going ahead with his decision I trust both of you" Mrs Ahluwalia had alleviated Anjali's fears. "Thank you so much maa" Anjali had cried in happiness when Shabbir had taken away the cordless from her "What's with you women� always end up crying" he had laughed hearing his mother sniffle on the other end. "Now you better come fast maa you've got to choose my sherwani for the wedding" he had teased his mother and she had promised to return within the week. Ending the call Shabbir had inquired Anjali about her birth certificate which she explained was at her chawl house. Karan had called again informing Shabbir that he had procured an appointment with the Registrar for eleven in the morning.
Shabbir had freshened up asking Anjali to get dressed and change Sanaya in a different apparel Karan had invited a few close friends of Shabbir who had promised to attend the wedding even at the short notice. Half an hour later both Anjali and Shabbir had left the apartment stopping at her chawl house to get her ration card and birth certificate which were the requirements for a civil marriage he himself had pocketed his documents before leaving home. After a short drive both of them had reached the Registrar's office where Sanjeeda, Jay, Karan, Anita, Aamir and Ekta Kapoor were already assembled. The small crowd had trooped inside the registrar's office where both Shabbir and Anjali had exchanged garlands and Shabbir had filled her hair parting with the vermillion tying a black beaded necklace Karan had been thoughtful enough to bring along around Anjali's neck before they had signed the documents and submitted copies of their own certificates. Jay and Karan had signed as legal witnesses to the marriage and everyone had congratulated the newly weds heartily. Ekta had brought a box of chocolates with her which everyone had delved into sweetening their mouths on the auspicious occasion. "Aamir you'r next" Jay had winked at a shy Aamir who had blushed making them laugh it was true Aamir was much more inhibited than his counterpart Sanjeeda who was quite confident and bold. Shabbir had felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his chest removing the garland from around his neck he had placed a soft kiss on his wife's tender cheek "Congrats" he had smiled at Anjali who had touched his cheek lovingly. "Thanks" she had whispered as Shabbir had pecked her lips in a light kiss making the small congregated party hoot at them. Shabbir had laughed at their leg pulling while Anjali had turned a bright crimson focusing her attention on her baby girl who was being pampered by Anita and Sanjeeda to the hilt. They had returned home after Shabbir had promised his friends a dinner at his place the following weekend leaving Sanaya to play on the bed Anjali had decked pillows around her. Consequently she caught her image in the mirror on the wall opposite her and for a moment she stood stunned the vermillion Shabbir had placed in her hair stood out vibrantly she had walked nearer to the mirror touching her forehead gently feeling her fingertips redden with the colour.
Bringing them closer she had watched them smiling to herself she was officially his wife and now no Aman would be able to take away her family from her. Shabbir who had been watching her from the open doorway had walked behind her turning her to face him he had touched her lips lightly with his finger tips feeling them warm and supple beneath his fingers. "I hope you'r happy now darling wife�. " he had drawled seductively as she had nodded her head slightly a shy smile adorning her lips. "You can't even imagine how happy I am" she had whispered "Really" Shabbir had teased "show me then�. the extent of your happiness" he had challenged her delicately pressing her lips under his thumb. Anjali had understood his desires since hers mirrored his stepping closer she had cupped his face in her tender palm guiding it close to her mouth placing gentle kisses on his cheeks, nose and forehead. Their eyes had collided then and she had felt Shabbir's arms imprison her lifting her a bit. She had arched slightly before closing for a soft kiss on his full lips. He had remained unmoved by her gesture making it clear he wanted more and had felt her smile against his mouth. She had pressed subtly against his lips then as if coaxing him for participation but he had not complied then too making her moan in disappointment and that had served as the key to unlock his passion. Opening his mouth he had captured hers in a strong defining kiss which had her staggering back had not it not been for his protective hold she would've crashed to the ground. She had thrown her head back as he delved in deeper invoking her senses sizzling them with his need that matched hers. Shabbir had masterfully savoured her mouth making her do away with her shyness for once as her fingers grasped his neck traveling through his hair while his own hands roved free on her back. Pulses had raced as lips had been the source of a much awaited union tongues moving, working, tempting each other to their heart's content. They had parted then as Anjali felt she might just black out panting heavily Shabbir had smiled as his lips touched her warm neck biting her tenderly. She had rested her head against his shoulder catching her breathe while Shabbir wreaked havoc on her senses. "Anjali" he had whispered her name breathlessly making her lift her head to watch him. "You've had me bewitched" he had groaned under his breath while she had smiled at him tracing his turgid lips lovingly. "Glad to be of service" Anjali had giggled peaking his ardor for her she couldn't quite complete her laugh as it had been stifled midway by Shabbir's fiery lips silencing her ever so passionately.
Part 15
Even though they were officially married Shabbir had restrained himself from advancing to any more intimacy with his new wife except for the hot, passionate kisses he showered her with regularly. Primarily because he had a clear idea of the fact that he still owed his parents an explanation to his quick decision to tie the knot and secondly he desired Anjali to receive her father's blessings before he finally took her as his own. The wedding was incomplete in his view and could only be acceptable in his opinion after their respective families blessed them. He understood that the marriage they had gotten into was a life long commitment, one that Shabbir was willing to partake solely for the fact that he had wished to love and take care of Anjali and Sanaya as his family. Anjali had been only too willing to comply for reasons of her own, she though was unaware of the fact that one of the reasons for Shabbir marrying her was that he had wanted to dispel the curse named Aman from her life. The party incident had left him shaken and he wished to be prepared for any such confrontation with Aman in the future. He had decided to contact his father in law at the earliest and elucidate to him regarding the position and designation of Anjali in his life and if need be ask him to do the necessary of forgiving her for a crime she had not committed but had been accused of. After her brief yet exhilarating conversation with Shabbir, Mrs Ahluwalia had called her husband in Toronto informing him of Shabbir's marriage and had requested Sameer to accompany his father so that the family could get together to celebrate the much awaited occasion. Mr Ahluwalia had been pleasantly surprised to hear of the rapid progress in Shabbir's love life and instantaneous verdict to the matter.
He had chuckled when Mrs Ahluwalia had expressed concern over her Turkish daughter in law adjusting to the Indian lifestyle. "Paddy if she loves him she'll stick to him. After all we did too all these years, despite the differences" he had affectionately assured his wife. Like all mothers Mrs Ahluwalia had been awaiting the auspicious moment for long and hoped that her son would find love, happiness and companionship in his wife as a soul mate. She had rattled off a list of items she required Mr Ahluwalia to bring on his journey back to Mumbai they could certainly not welcome the new bride empty handed. Suddenly the Ahluwalia's had turned into a bunch of frenzied people chattering to each other in the wake of the unexpected rather surprising happiness that Shabbir had bestowed upon them. Mr Ahluwalia had been quick to notify his elder son who in turn had called his sister in Delhi . Congratulations were exchanged; shopping lists finalized and possible propitious wedding dates pondered upon. All this while Anjali and Shabbir had been oblivious to the upheaval they had caused in the lives of their loved ones reveling in the bliss of each other's company. Mohit and Supriya had returned from Surat their father's funeral being done over with they had come back to pick up their lives from they had left them two weeks earlier. Even though Mohit had tried his best to return at his earliest it had proved to be a more difficult task than he had perceived it to be. His widowed mother had been too grief stricken and that had ripped Mohit's heart to shreds stalling his plans more so the influx of relatives who had appeared religiously to mourn his father's death had rendered him incapable of thinking about departure at an early stage. Thankfully the crowd had dispersed and he had attained permission from his mother to return to Mumbai to continue work, with his father gone Mohit had to work harder still. Now not only was he responsible for himself and Supriya in Mumbaii but he also had to provide for his two younger sisters back in Surat along with his heart broken mother. The first thing Supriya had done after returning to her chawl was to inquire about Anjali, finding her apartment locked she had asked Mohit to trace up Shabbir and inquire about Anjali. Two weeks was sufficient time for Anjali to heal and return home in her opinion.
That evening after joining the shoot for Dancing Queen Mohit had sought out Shabbir after pack up "Sir jee" he had run after Shabbir who it seemed was in a hurry to fly home. "Mohit!" Shabbir had exclaimed smiling at the young dark skinned make up man. "When did you come?" Shabbir had asked conveying his condolences on Mohit's loss "We returned yesterday evening Sir jee' how's Anjali. Her apartment is locked and Supriya was getting worried about her" Mohit had explained his investigation fearing Shabbir might take offense to him probing. On the contrary Shabbir had smiled whole heartedly "Ah Mohit' my wife is fine" he had grinned to a confused Mohit who had stared at his face blankly, now when did he inquire about Shabbir's wife'. but wasn't Shabbir single. The thought had caused him to double take "Sir jee I asked about Anjali and Sanaya" he had found it essential to clarify his query. "Why don't you ask her how she is doing herself?" Shabbir had offered good naturedly. Mohit had smiled following Shabbir to his Santro he had always liked the man since Shabbir never had the airs of a celebrity to him like his colleagues on the way they had stopped at the chawl to collect an equally flustered Supriya who though was gladdened on the prospect of meeting her friend. The brother and sister had racked their brains to understand why Shabbir would've borne the pain of housing Anjali along with Sanaya for such an extended period. Either he was a generous soul by nature or had taken a fancy to them. Anjali had touched her lip with the gloss one last time before turning around to watch her daughter gaze at her unwaveringly. "What are you looking at pumpkin?" she had cooed to her young child as she lay on the bed following her mother's moves with keen eyes. Sanaya had snorted playfully listening to her mother's voice gazing at her mother who had dipped her finger in a pot of vermillion placing a bit of it in her hair.
Shabbir wasn't much into the religious customs but Anjali loved the feel of the colour in her hair and the mangalsutr around her neck. It had been a week to their wedding and it already appeared as if they had known each other for a life time. Shabbir was a wonderful human being pretty much like an onion that has many layers to it, to understand him one had to peel off all the layers bit by bit a similar exercise to chipping wood to carve a perfect figure. She was patient and caring and would wait up for him till late in the night. He would chide her for compromising on her sleep but the gleam his eyes bore would be reward enough for her. She would smile listening to him rave and set the table for two, they would dine in the still night with nothing but their own voices resounding in the silence... something they both had come to love. He would fill her in with the day's events and happenings, share a joke or two, at times Sanaya would accompany them and Shabbir would dote on her as she would play with him. The child had instinctively attached herself to her father quite amazingly her eyes would search him when he would be at work. Anjali would spend a happy hour with the two most cherished people in her life till Shabbir would lay on the carpet his head in her lap as she combed his hair with her soft fingers sending him to blissful sleep. Anjali had put on crimson bangles to match the black and red churidaar she had worn tonight, it had been the first night since their wedding that Shabbir would be coming in early and she had wanted it to be special by cooking his favourite food as a surprise.
What though she had not anticipated was being surprised herself and that too most pleasantly. Shabbir had led Mohit and Supriya to his abode smiling inwardly they both certainly would be in shock and he was prepared to enjoy it to the hilt. As expected the moment Mohit and Supriya had set eyes on a blissfully glowing Anjali with a manglsutr and vermillion peeping out of her hair they both stood astounded too dumbfounded to speak. Anjali too had been moved by their genuine concern for her and had wrapped her arms around Supriya warmly. "You'r married!" Supriya had squealed despite the obvious "Yes!" Anjali had enthused watching Shabbir with shy eyes "To whom?" Mohit had wanted to know still quite dubious of the entire state of affairs. "Well she's officially Mrs Shabbir Ahluwalia now" Shabbir had tipped them on the info making Supriya's face sparkle while Mohit's grin had widened "Oh sirjee now I understand why you mentioned your wife when I inquired about Anjali" and Shabbir had laughed. "I thought you'd pick it up then" he had grinned picking up Sanaya from the carpet she was nearly five months old and had started sitting upright. "Anjali why don't you serve them some coffee I'll just freshen up" Shabbir had winked at Anjali and she had smiled taking Sanaya from him and handing her to a restless Supriya who had been dying to meet the little baby since the moment she had set foot in the apartment.
Switching on the tv Anjali asked Mohit to watch cricket while she and Supriya tried to catch up on lost time "How Anjali.... how did this happen?" Supriya had immediately opened up her case she wasn't the one to let her off the hook so easily. She feared Shabbir might just be using Anjali for his personal pleasure and may leave her midway just like Aman. "I know Supriya you think Shabbir is a Casanova and yes he admits he was, but he has changed and the wedding was his idea too" Anjali had tried to pacify an apprehensive Supriya. "Do his parents know about this?" Supriya had patted Sanaya who seemed to have taken a special interest in Supriya's ring and now was trying to take it to her mouth. "Yes Supriya I talked to his mother myself. Maa is a very sweet" Anjali had smiled pouring milk in the kettle. "Maa!" Supriya had echoed in surprise eyeing Anjali "Well she asked me to call her that" Supriya had clarified honestly. Supriya had sighed taking a seat at the dining table it wasn't that she despised Shabbir it was only that she was protective of Anjali specially after Sanaya had been born. She had been witness to the many hardships Anjali had faced at the most crucial point in life only because she had been innocent enough to trust Aman blindly. "Supriya... trust me Shabbir takes care of us" Anjali had turned to where Supriya sat and approaching her had squeezed her hand gently. "Anjali I want you to be happy, you've seen enough problems to last you a lifetime and I wonder if Shabbir will actually go the whole mile with you. Spouting dialogues is different, living them in real life is a whole new deal. I just hope you know what you are getting into" Supriya hadn't been convinced till yet. "I don't want him bestowing you with another offspring and taking to his heels like Aman" and that was that. The one thing Supriya dreaded above all, the glitz and glamour associated with Shabbir's world was all a make believe and Supriya feared that Anjali might be scarred more deeply this time. Shabbir wasn't the best of men for Anjali in her opinion "Supriya he will never do that to me" Anjali's voice bore conviction "Wasn't that what you thought about Aman too" Supriya had pointed out mercilessly as tears stung Anjali's eyes. How could she explain to Supriya that what she felt for Shabbir was totally different from what she had experienced with Aman and that she new in the depths of her heart that Shabbr would never betray her. "Anjali you'r like a sister me just like Sonam and Sabiha so don't ever think I would want something bad for you.... I just fear the worst" Supriya had apologized watching Anjali's eyes water.
She understood that Shabbir had won over her naive little friend and that voicing her suspicions on his loyalty would only serve to make her upset since Anjali could afford to lose neither Shabbir nor herself. "He loves me Anjali... I know that... my heart knows it and I love him. As to what the future holds is unknown to me and I can't promise you anything. But even if something were to happen I know Shabbir wouldn't do it intentionally. Why don't you join Mohit I'll bring the tea" she had finished the conversation her face stricken Supriya had nodded her head in disappointment, happily ever after was still too far in her opinion for her friend. Anjali had wiped the tears that had most surprisingly left her eyes. She couldn't believe Supriya could think that way about Shabbir but then Supriya was just being protective and she was thankful to her for that in a way, though her heart despised the notion of tagging Shabbir as a faithless man who would use her for his motives. Shabbir had returned shortly and Mohit and he had quite a time dissecting the moves of the cricket team. Shabbir had wanted them to stay over for dinner but the duo had politely refused promising to come over some other time. Shabbir had noticed Anjali had remained forlorn throughout their dinner pasting a plastic smile on her face she tried to appease him. That night after spending quality time with Sanaya Shabbir had put her to bed since she had been fed earlier by Anjali it wasn't much of a hassle. Patting her gently he let her doze off in his lap before placing her on the bed covering her with the blanket. He found Anjali stacking the rinsed plates in the closet and had waited patiently for her to finish her task. She though seemed pre occupied and hadn't paid heed to his presence beside her only when she had turned and bumped straight into him had she exclaimed aloud. "Oh I'm sorry.. did I hurt you?" she had apologized regretfully chiding herself for her negligence. "Actually I was looking for something" Shabbir had smiled his eyes twinkling.
"Really... can I help you find it.... do you need it tomorrow?" Anjali had questioned seriously she thought he had misplaced his mobile or something of that value. "Actually I need it everyday but it's been missing since evening" he had replied grimly walking to his room with Anjali following him. "Ahaan and where did you last see it?" Anjali had attempted to mark the whereabouts so that the search could be narrowed. "Here" Shabbir had whispered pulling her in her arms and placing a finger on her lips. Anjali had gazed at him ruefully "Your smile.. it's lost.. tell me where to find it" he had asked passionately and Anjali's eyes had glazed. Her hands had crept around his broad lean frame and she had buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry" she had whispered against his skin her warm lips burning to the touch "You'r still upset about Supriya's concerning remarks" Shabbir had smiled fondly at her. Anjali had gasped aloud lifting her face to meet his gaze. "I overheard the conversation" Shabbir had admitted running his fingers through her long hair. "I'm sorry Shabbir.. I couldn't make her understand .. about you... about us" she had sobbed "and she's just been so much like this ever since we were friends in school" Anjali was crying now "I didn't like her suspecting you" she had further enlightened Shabbir heart broken to the core. "Anjali.. Anjali" he had shushed her embracing her and combing her tresses but she still would not stop crying and that had burdened Shabbir's soul who had lifted her in his arms and taken her to the bed laying her on it. Wiping her tears away he had kissed her wet lips tenderly at first and as the passion grew with more fervor. The act had certainly pacified Anjali to a considerable extent who had snuggled up to him as he lay beside her "Hmm now tell me why you got so upset?" he had soothed her interlacing his fingers with hers. "Shabbir I can't bear people doubt your love for me...you love me na?" she had asked as if to make herself believe she stood in the right. "You need to be sure about that?" he had wanted to know sitting up his tone hurt. "It's not that I swear" Anjali had tried to explain, "then what is it?" Shabbir had desired to know. "Anjali if we can't have faith in our relationship I don't think it's worth proceeding with" Shabbir had stood up when he had felt Anjali clasp his hand. "Shabbir please don't misunderstand me.... I didn't mean it this way" she had expounded making him watch her with concern.
"I don't want our relationship to be looked down by other people" she had told him softly "you have to take care that they don't" she had gazed at him. "How?" he had questioned perplexed "by cementing our relationship" she had proposed while he looked at her thoughtfully. "I want the world to know I am your wife and what I share with you is a legal relationship. I guess I've been burnt pretty badly earlier and I don't think I can afford to live without you now" Anjali had hidden her face in her palms crying softly. She felt ridiculous pushing him to accept her publicly but she certainly did dread losing Shabbir. "Sweetheart I have married you there is no way I won't accept you in public" Shabbir had sit next to her kissing her cheek. "Even maa has accepted you I think it's absurd of you to think that way" he had derided her "Is that why she thinks I'm Natalie?" Anjali had questioned him through red veined eyes revealing her tear stained face leaving Shabir shell shocked. "What!... Did maa call you Natalie... when.. how?" Shabbir had cupped her face looking at her through worried eyes. "This evening after Mohit and Supriya left maa called to ask me what I would want to wear on my wedding a Christian wedding gown or a lehenga.... she is quite unaware of my name" Anjali had replied sadly. It had deeply hurt her to think her mother in law had mistaken her for another such an error could prove catastrophic "I believe she doesn't know about Sanaya either" Anjali had added quietly. Shabbir had run a hand through his curls he'd have to put this straight some way or the other. "I'm sorry" he had mouthed to Anjali who had nodded in acknowledgement. "It's ok" she had managed standing up to leave "Won't you stay Anjali?" Shabbir had asked "I want to Shabbir.. but I fear I might just lose myself and that wouldn't be the best option now. I wouldn't want to put you in a situation that could pit you against your parents for me. As it is the fate of our marriage lies in their hands now" and with that Anjali had left for her room her eyes spilling hot tears leaving Shabbir to contemplate on his next move. It was clear he had to clarify the situation to his parents before Anjali was made to believe that their marriage was against his parents will or liking and losing her would mean losing life itself.
Chp 16
The night was restless as Shabbir tossed and turned in his bed, the silken folds of his duvet crumpling underneath him. His mind was full of thoughts that swirled like a churning whirl pool; he couldn't believe he had forgotten to mention Anjali's name or past history to his mother. How could he have been such a fool, but then when had he been so struck in love, it had never been this way. Women had always come and go he didn't recollect a single occasion when his heart had thumped wildly in his rib cage for any woman as it did now for Anjali. The mere idea of losing her had driven him stark raving mad, all the anger and rage were though self aimed "Damn it" he had muttered under his breath balling his fists he sat up throwing back the covers and ran a careless hand through his hair. This was not what he had planned, come to think of it he hadn't planned anything neither to fall in love nor to get married that too to Anjali someone he barely knew a month back, an anonymous entity who had raided his life deprived him of his peace and now he couldn't even bear a moment of life without her. Sighing he crossed his arms over his chest and stood staring out of the open window even though it was mid January the temperature wasn't unbearable that night. A pleasant wind blew across the silent street afore the concrete structure that was his home, he gazed spell bound at the twinkling tessellation that spread over the length and breadth of the massive city. He would've stood there for God knows how long had his cell phone not rung out in the dead of the night he glanced at the name that flashed onscreen and pursed his lips together. "Hello Natalie" he had breathed heavily not caring to close the window as the chill grew the icy wind flapping his shirt precariously. "How have you been Shabbir?" Natalie had questioned tentatively she had given the matter much thought and had eventually decided to clear the air between them. If indeed Shabbir wanted to continue the relationship she would be more than happy and if he didn't she wouldn't hound him for it. "I'm glad you called Natalie, I was about to mail you" Shabbir had spoken quietly; he had to get it over with and tonight was an opportunity that should not be missed. "Shabbir about our relationship" Natalie had started when Shabbir had cut her midway "There is no relationship Natalie. I'm really sorry for having not told you earlier but there is no possible way for me to continue with this� especially now that I am married" Shabbir had said gently.
He had expected an outburst from Natalie, a hue and cry on the contrary she had sighed in recognition. "I knew you were off my case the day I heard you raving at that poor girl" she had smiled her voice though was moist. "I'm sorry Natalie but I guess its better this way, we were never meant to be. Else I wouldn't have given up on you so easily" Shabbir had spoken softly. "Yes you wouldn't have" Natalie had repeated somewhat sadly. "I hope you keep her happy Shabbir since I'm never going to forgive you for dumping me otherwise" she had sniffled and he had laughed. "That means I get a clean slate from you" he had inquired miserable though to have not understood his feelings for her as mere infatuation and not love at an earlier stage, at least she'd have been saved from the heart break. "I know you love her Shabbir�. I listened to your conversation with her over the phone� you really care for her" she had tried to smile. "Never once had you displayed such concern for me� it was then that I knew you were never mine to begin with" Shabbir had breathed in deeply the air was still but it started to drizzle slowly now. He wished he could pick Anjali in his arms and make her watch the miracle of nature with him. "I'm happy, you understand Natalie, I really wish I'd met Anjali earlier and saved you all the trouble but there are some things a man has no control over, its destiny at play. And well I guess this is one of those things" Shabbir had spread his hand out catching the light rain fall on his open palm. "Yeah" Natalie had responded absent mindedly. "Will this change our friendship Natalie because I swear I've always respected you and wanted the best for you" Shabbir had wanted to know. "That depends on you doesn't it�. you're the one with a spouse not me" she had laughed half heartedly. "I know she would want the same" Shabbir had replied confidently picturing Anjali's deep green eyes as she gazed at him through them love brimming, shining like lamps through the green pools. "Do your parents know about your marriage? You said they were away" Natalie had questioned in a friendly manner and that was the moment he had felt his nerves freezing. Withdrawing his hand he studied the clear crystals of rain drops sitting on his palm in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Each one shone as a brilliant diamond smooth and shiny with its purple and gold hues crunching his palm close Shabbir had explained the bizarre way in which his mother had come to think of Anjali as Natalie. "Shabbir this is not good, you must clarify at once else it might not be in the best interest for Anjali" Natalie had rattled him advice which Shabbir had listened to indolently. Only his heart knew how much he had wanted to get it off his chest. "Thanks for your time Natalie" Shabbir had mouthed at the end of it glad to have gotten off with one nagging sentiment. Slipping between his sheets again he had promised himself to call his mother the very next day and explain the matter to her before she arrived and considered her daughter in law an imposter, the thought even though funny in its own accord was extremely unpleasing to Shabbir.
Unfortunately for Shabbir there never did come a time for him to clear anything in air or space he awoke to the sound of his mother's voice floating through the corridor. Mrs Ahluwalia had arrived in style the guard had been generous enough to cart her luggage to the apartment which was now sitting in the corridor with Mrs Ahluwalia talking to a depressed Anjali. "You must be Shabbir's bride" Mrs Ahluwalia had held out her hand to Anjali who had placed hers in it hesitantly. "Yes I am" she had gulped the knot forming in her throat Maybel Ahluwalia had simply been spellbound by her daughter in law's beauty. "You certainly don't look Turkish" she had chuckled taking in Anjali's thick eye lashes and wheatish complexion. "That's because I'm not Turkish" Anjali had expounded on the truth making Mrs Ahluwalia smile as she took to the sofas lowering herself on one. "I see you have accepted India as your home sweety that's very nice of you" she had laid her head back on the head rest tired after her early morning flight and then drive to her home. They would've chatted more had Sanaya not awoken from her sleep she wailed now calling out to her mother in plaintive tones. Maybel's eyes had flashed open as she heard the child scream in agitation she furtively scanned the surroundings and saw Anjali dash to the bedroom but try as she might she couldn't put two and two together. Shabbir who had been anticipating the worst had quickly donned his jeans and throwing a shirt on him had rinsed his face brushing his teeth he had swiped his face clean with the towel before sprinting into the corridor to where his mother sat looking bewildered to the core. "Shabbir is there a child in the apartment?" Maybel had questioned her son who seemed to look as pale as a ghost. "Yeah mom that's Sanaya�. my daughter" Shabbir had folded his cuffs halfway up his arms, some activity to distract himself from his mother's piercing gaze. "You're daughter?" Mrs Ahluwalia had echoed her face darkening as she shot up from her comfortable position on the sofa. Anjali who had pacified Sanaya meanwhile had joined her husband in the confrontation they were in this together and it was better if they bore it together too. "Just what do you think you are saying young man" Maybel had inquired harshly holding Shabbir by his arm she made him look at her. "Why did you never tell me you had a daughter from Natalie" she had queried her voice low her tone cold. Of all the things she had never expected Shabbir to cross lines "Maa this is Anjali and that is our daughter Sanaya " Shabbir had tried to keep his frayed nerves in one piece. "Anjali!" Mrs Ahluwalia had returned her gaze to Anjali who stood still holding a gurgling Sanaya in her arms, from the looks of it she understood her mother in law was certainly not liking her or the information dished out to her at that very moment. "I thought I had raised you properly Shabbir Sebastian Ahluwalia" his mother had thundered "not to go rampant with the liberty you have been granted. Why did you never inform me about your relationship with her�. and what was that stint with Natalie�.." she was furious now to think that her son had been two timing two innocent women. "Maa!" Shabbir had protested indignantly "You think I'd go about laying women" he had asked in a hurt tone.
"Then what is this son? You've never mentioned her and all of a sudden she is your wife and if not yours who's child is this then?" Maybel had pointed towards Sanaya who as if on cue had held her pudgy little arms out to Shabbir and he had filled her in his brawny arms. "Maa I think you should sit down and let me explain" Shabbir had motioned his mother to get seated. Once Maybel had settled on the couch Shabbir had proceeded to explain to her the entire chain of events also his sentiments and Anjali's plight that had led them to tying the knot in such urgency. Maybel had turned silent and it was worse than her anger her eyes had turned leaden as she sat with her hands bunched in her lap. "Shabbir how long have you known Anjali?" she had finally spoken after a long pause "A month" Shabbir had admitted "and you claim to love her" Maybel had added quietly. "Yes!" Shabbir had answered confidently "So what was it that you felt for Natalie for six longs months�.." she had raised her deep black eyes to Shabbir's flustered ones. "Love�. wasn't it" she had wanted to know "I thought I loved her" Shabbir had clarified patting a restless Sanaya while Anjali shivered in her flip flops. This was certainly not the woman she had been talking to over the phone. "You thought you loved Natalie then�. and you think you love Anjali now�.. seems to me you're thoughts are in a bit of disarray�. don't you think so too" Maybel had turned to a terrified Anjali who stood next to Shabbir as white as a sheet. "What are you suggesting maa" Shabbir had asked his manner grim "I'm suggesting you rethink over this decision of your's whether its mere sympathy or love" Maybel had stood up now gazing at both husband and wife coolly. "Why do I need to rethink the decision maa�. it has been made� and its not like I'm going to change it now" Shabbir had frowned his mother had never been so discouraging earlier then why now at the most important point in his life. "What makes you think you won't start considering it as an act of sympathy later on�. six months and you thought you loved someone�.. one month and you Know you love someone�.. this is not how life works Shabbir. Atleast not on whim" Mrs Ahluwalia had said coldly. Her words felt like daggers that ripped deep gashes in Shabbir's soul. "Marriage is a lifetime commitment Shabbir and I don't want you fretting over your decision taken in haste" she had then turned to watch an alarmed Anjali. "Don't think this is because I doubt your story or Sanaya's parentage but I do think you have jumped head long into this without giving it proper thought. Think over it again there might be a lot more things you would want to do with your life than remain married to my son besides there still is time for an annulment" Anjali had gasped her eyes widening in shock tears forming in them while Shabbir had clenched his teeth in misery.
"Maa this is ridiculous" he had tried to talk through the muddle his mother seemed to be making. "I don't think I need arguments on this one Shabbir, you've been doing what you thought was right till yet� not anymore" Maybel had stated firmly. "Maa this is my wife and that is what she will remain no matter how long or hard I think on the issue" he had cried vehemently. "Now you think you know more than me" Maybel had adjusted her pallu on her shoulder looking at Shabbir gravely "Maa it's not that" he had attempted to explicate. "Shabbir I think maa is right" Anjali who had feared the conversation getting out of hand had butted in she did not want mother and son to get involved in a row over her. "What do you mean she is right" Shabbir had flashed angrily "She thinks me marrying you is a rash decision, that its sympathy not love and you want me to agree with her" he had tamed his voice for Sanaya's sake. "Shabbir please" she had tried to assuage him tears spilling down her cheeks "I didn't mean it that way" "Well that's exactly what maa meant in case you didn't notice" he had snapped. Sanaya who had witnessed her mother crying had joined the bandwagon and had wailed in return. "And what exactly do you mean her� Shabbir" Maybel had gazed at her son forlornly "Maa you want me to give up my life�. I can't do that I'm sorry" Shabbir had stated clearly "Not now not ever, I knew exactly what I was getting into when I married Anjali� I love her and I know that" he had gritted his teeth the blood pumping madly through his vein protruding on his forehead. Anjali had gathered Sanaya in her arms and had held her close she certainly had not anticipated such a drastic turn in events and was at a loss of words. She remembered Supriya's fear now and knew that her friend had stood in the right somehow she didn't feel wanted in that house anymore. The thought was malicious yet quite true she could foresee trouble brewing between Shabbir and his family at her expense and she certainly had not wanted that. Making up her mind to leave she had returned to her room weeping in distress "Anjali� Anjali" she had heard Shabbir call out to her but she had not stopped rather had locked herself in the bedroom. Shabbir had pleaded her to open the door yet she had remained put after a long time when her tears run dry she had heard the front being opened and Shabir's shoes scraping on the floor outside. Silence had ensued then, freshening up Anjali had changed and stuffing the few belongings she had in a plastic bag had picked up Sanaya in her arms. On her way out she had met Maybel who seemed to have aged in an hour stirring her cup of tea "Maa I never thought I would be the reason for Shabbir's troubles, I know he loves me and I love him too. But I cannot bear to see you unhappy with him at my expense reason I am leaving. I had wished a family yet I believe I am not destined to have one" with fresh tears glistening in her eyes Anjali had left her beloved home.
Part 17
The ride back home was one that Anjali was never going to forget as long as she breathed. The wet January morning had transformed to a scorching one the queue at the bus stop was enormous yet somehow with a herculean effort Anjali had managed to board the crammed vehicle. Nothing registered in her numbed brain though neither the fact that many elbows had stuck in her stomach and arms as she stood rooted to her spot near the steel pole nor the pain that coursed through her feet as they were ruthlessly stamped on. All she could remember was Mrs Ahluwalia's voice resounding her ears "There's still time for annulment�. time for annulment�." Her mind was blank her face expressionless her actions mechanical, somehow she remembered to pay the fare, to wrap Sanaya's blanket tightly around her and to hold her close to her bosom. It was miraculous how she even remembered where to alight the bus and how far to walk till she reached the familial grounds of the chawl�. her home. The dull drudgery of her past days seem to smile cruelly as the chawl loomed in view, it was the same as she had seen it last yet so much seemed to have changed in the past few days. In a trance like state she traipsed to her bed sit and it was there when she sat on the bed with Sanaya looking up at her through large thoughtful eyes had the magnanimity of the situation struck her with full force. No longer was she in the protective confines of her husband's home rather she had opted to leave for his happiness knowing full well that it resided in her. She knew he wouldn't approve of her silent flight or cowardly stance on their relationship on the first test of love, but she was helpless in this regard.
She understood how much it hurt when one's family disowned one and she wasn't prepared to subject Shabbir to the same torture for her sake. Tears fell thick and fast as she lay on her bed a miserable creature hurt to the core, she had thought marriage would help her bring stability in her life but it hadn't worked out well at all. Rather she felt more alienated from the world she was a part of minutes ticked into hours Sanaya had fallen asleep tired after playing by herself and Anjali too had slipped in a restless stupor. She dreamt of the beach house and happy times with Shabbir where both she and he had promised to stay with each other till the end of time. Some time later Anjali had awoken with a loud bang on her door she groggily opened her eyes and managed to open the door only to find an impatient Supriya look at her flabbergasted. The moment she had seen Anjali's bed sit unlocked she had felt her stomach knot something about Anjali's early morning visit didn't seem very right she had waited for Anjali to come over to her apartment but when she hadn't Supriya had decided to check on Anjali herself. "What happened?" she had questioned eyeing a defeated Anjali suspiciously her tear stained face had given her away immediately. "Nothing� I just� came to �" her voice trailed off she had never been a convincing liar. "You just came to stay minus your new husband�. convenient!" Supriya had spat out angrily. "Supriya he's not at fault" Anjali had defended him she couldn't bear to see Shabbir bear the brunt for her fate's injustice. "And who is then�. mother nature�." Supriya had made her sit on the bed taking her hand in her own and squeezing it gently. "Oh Anju why can't you see the obvious�." she had sighed watching her friend weep in silence. "I knew things would get messy the moment his family came back" Anjali it seemed had been drained of life and speech at that point she had merely rested her head on Supriya's comforting shoulder and sobbed her heart out. She could blame no one except herself for her woes Shabbir's mother was not the villain here neither was he a cheat but somehow all of it had gone very very wrong. Supriya had let her cry smoothing her tresses and finally when Anjali felt that she could not drop another tear Supriya had lain her on the bed and covered her with a duvet.
"Rest Anjali I'll look after Sanaya and after you wake up we are going to talk about this" she had patted her friend's head lovingly and scooping Sanaya in her arms had left closing the door behind her. Anjali had not known how long she slept but she awakened to a dull afternoon the sun splaying its subtle shine in her room. Her head throbbed and she wished she could have the luxury of sipping on a hot piping cup of strong coffee. As if on cue Supriya had entered the doorway with a steaming cup of coffee "I thought you'd need it" she had smiled handing the drink to a thankful Anjali who had sipped on the liquid as if it was elixir itself. "Where's Sanaya?" Anjali had questioned gathering her dispersed senses "Playing, you better get dressed after finishing your coffee there isn't much time" Supriya had stated plainly. "Time!" Anjali gazed at her confoundedly what was Supriya talking about. "Get dressed Anjali I'll explain everything" Supriya had handed her a freshly laundered salwar kurta and taking the empty coffee mug from her hand left. Still pondering on the implication of her conversation Anjali had changed and brushed her hair in the common washroom of the chawl the cold water helped retrieve her wits and after a quick rinse she felt much relieved. Returning back to her bed sit she was further amazed to see Supriya pack her luggage in a small suitcase Sanaya lay bathed and dressed on the bed it seemed as if she was missing out on some vital information. "Supriya what is all this?" she had questioned her voice giving away her surprise. "You honestly thought I'd let you stay here after your husband couldn't stand up for you in front of his family?" Supriya had inquired of her in a scathing tone. "That isn't the truth Supriya, Shabbir's mother just thought I was Natalie there was a slight misunderstanding that was all" she had attempted in vain to persuade her friend. "And I'm guessing Natalie is one of his exes no wonder the mother threw you out how many can a woman bear in her sane mind�. I sympathize with the lady" Supriya had tutted in mock sympathy all the while her hands working nimbly stuffing the suitcase with Anjali's belongings.
"You'r going to Saint Peter's Church and Orphanage I have a friend working there�. remember Rita from ground floor she is an accountant there. I met her couple of days back and she told me they required nannies to look after the orphans there. They're offering a good package eight working hours, salary plus lodging you'll have to pay for the food and other amenities if you require any" Supriya had chattered unaware of Anjali's take on her idea. "I'm not going Supriya� how could you think I would leave Shabbir like this" she had glared at Supriya accusingly. "Love is patient, love is kind�. hell I think love is blind so are you at this moment my dear. You've had enough of being tossed around as garbage I won't see it happening anymore now" Supriya had fumed. "For once Anjali think about yourself� haven't you had enough already. Don't you think its time you stopped this self effacement and accepted the fact that you too need to be rewarded for your toil" Supriya had lashed out to a mute Anjali who stared back at her in amazement. Herself�. yes�. she too existed. Why was it that she never remembered her ownself while thinking about her loved ones�. maybe because she wasn't selfish as the rest of them. "Supriya I�" she had tried to protest "No Anjali� no � don't do this to yourself what have you to lose now� seeing that you have lost everything including your self respect" tears shone in Supriya's eyes which she had blinked back angrily. "Here" she had handed Anjali her train ticket "this is for Delhi� the orphanage is there. The farther the better I suppose" she had mused aloud. "Here's some money too not much but that's all I could save till yet" she had handed Anjali three thousand rupees "Rita's number is written in your diary. Once you reach Delhi contact her she'll send you some transportation she's already talked about you joining there�. lets just say I had an inkling you'll be back soon so I'd asked her to get you registered as a possible candidate and since you have Sanaya too that makes you a better applicant most suited for the job" Supriya was amazing Anjali with one revelation after the other. "Why Supriya� why?" Anjali had asked in a weak voice still unable to believe her friend had gone to such lengths to secure her happiness and well being. "I can't see you waste away Anjali I can't, its time you learnt to live life your way for yourself. Without anyone else to care for�. trust me it'll turn out to be for the best" she had smiled warmly hugging Anjali who had embraced her friend in gratitude. She was the only one who had stood by her in all her testing times. "Now come on Rakesh must be there with the taxi" Supriya had reminded her closing her bag she handed Anjali her purse where she had carefully concealed the notes and checked on the diary, maybe Supriya was right she needed to be away from all of it. Besides there was nothing else to do she couldn't go back to Shabbir her mother in law would never accept her in her house and staying here would mean Shabbir coming to plead to her to return on a daily basis. It was best that she leave Rakesh indeed had come with a taxi at hand he was Mohit's friend and looked after Supriya in his absence just like an elder brother would. "Take care Anjali and call me when you reach there" Supriya had instructed her one last time kissing Sanaya on her cheek she had waved the mother and daughter off to the station.
Shabbir stared impassively at the row of beautiful women waiting for the camera to start rolling he hardly felt himself today and the forced singing and dancing wasn't doing any good to his already tampered mood, the fact that his mother had outrightly suggested he annul the marriage gnawed at his soul how could she. But then she wasn't to blame either it had been his wayward attitude towards women and his relationship with them that had led his mother to behave that way. She stood right to blame him for acting without thinking though he alone knew that was not the case. He loved Anjali and Sanaya and had accepted them both as a vital part of his life now it was just a question of explaining that to his mother. Maybe a quick public ceremony would do the deed he had reflected gravely he must try to get wedded to Anjali in front of the media as fast as possible that was the only way to make his mother believe he was very much serious about the relationship. He closed his eyes and cricked his neck wearily he hadn't had a good night's sleep and the day had been a hectic one. He had canned scenes from his daily soap so that he could concentrate on his performances for the reality show. "And action" the director had called the shot and immediately Shabbir has plastered a small smile on his face, the rest of the evening was a blur as he memorized dialogues and sprouted them accordingly onstage. By the end of it he felt like a puppet and it felt horrible because for once his heart wasn't in the work he was doing. He loved his job but today was just not his day on the way back he had bought flowers for Anjali she wasn't the type who needed expensive gifts it were the simple tokens to love that won her over. Smiling to himself he pictured her flushed face when he had kissed her last the smell of her shampooed hair and the taste of her tender lips in his mouth drove him mad with desire.
He'd try to make it work out he had promised himself parking the car in the lot he picked up the bouquet and bracing himself had headed towards his apartment. The door had been opened by a somber Maybel who had greeted her son stolidly and had inquired about his day. Somewhere deep inside her she felt responsible for letting Anjali leave even though she knew it was for the best she understood it was not going to go down well with her son. She noticed the bouquet he held and the smile that played on his lips as he kissed her cheek. "Still angry at me?" he had inquired sheepishly and she had negated the statement with a slight nod of her head. "No son�.. I'm not angry� I couldn't be at you anyways" she had patted his cheek instructing him to freshen up. He had though taken to Anjali's room in a flash and on finding it empty had headed to his own in an attempt to locate her there. He continued to search for her till he was positive that she was not in the house anymore. "Where's Anjali maa?" he had questioned gravely his eyes dead, the smile erased from his face replaced by a pained expression. "She left this morning�.. after you left for work" Maybel had replied honestly somewhat sadly it hadn't been her intention to drive Anjali out of the house. But she hadn't found it in herself to stop her either "And you didn't try to stop her�.. ask her to at least inform me about her actions since I am very much her husband" he had asked bitingly. Maybel had hung her head in remorse she had done none of that Shabbir of course had understood what could have happened after he left for work that morning. He checked his watch it was just ten in the night he could go over to the chawl and bring her back it wasn't too late, he knew it was tough going but he was confident that he could work it out. There was no way he was going to let Anjali be on her own not after he had promised to take care of her for ever. Exiting his house he quickly drove away in the evening traffic towards the chawl. Once there he had literally sped to her abode but was appalled to see it locked, had she not come here� and if not here then where could she be? All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind what if something had happened to her. Oh God he had thought tugging his curls in agony where the hell was he supposed to find her now and Sanaya, the very thought of Sanaya being in trouble had left him frozen. No he couldn't let that happen to his baby, he'd ask Supriya she would know.
Racing to Mohit's home he had banged on the wooden door to be allowed entrance where Supriya it seemed awaited him. "Where's my wife" he had barked he was in no mood for Supriya's comments or her games. "Not here" she had replied flatly trying to slam the door in his face when he had pushed her and stepped inside the small house. "Supriya I need to take her home, where is she" he had gasped checking the bedrooms in a furtive attempt to locate Anjali. "She's not here and besides you're the one who married her not me so technically you should know where your wife is" she had derided him sternly. "Supriya for God's sake tell me where she is�." he had pleaded "please she's everything I have and I can't live without her" he had implored which ofcourse had fallen on deaf ears. "I wouldn't have told you even if I had known Ahluwalia, you've done enough damage already" she had snickered at his helplessness. It was only then that Shabbir's rage had flared "You think you can hide her?" he had questioned furiously arching his eyebrows� "No!.... she loves me and I promise you I will find her" the conviction his voice bore had forced Supriya to gaze in the very depths of his burning eyes, aflame with love, pain and anger, the amalgamation so scorching it burnt his very soul. "If you love her�. then find her�. because she certainly isn't here" Supriya had answered calmly "true love is the reason to existence, it helps overcome many obstacles. In time you will come to value this time Shabbir so use it for the betterment of all" she had further puzzled him yet he had no time to decipher the significance her words bore. He had stalked out of the house in dismay where was he to find her now, far away in a shuffling train compartment Anjali patted Sanaya as she slept in her arms. The night was young and a full moon shone brightly in the winter sky it was going to be a very long journey and nothing about it held any solace. To her it was an end but she hoped it would be a new beginning for her daughter.
Part 18
Shabbir had sit in his car and pondered on his next course of action, it seemed unlikely for Anjali to have gone somewhere besides the chawl he knew her well she couldn't stray away from protective enclosures specially not with Sanaya to look after. Could it be possible Supriya had somehow arranged for her to patch up with her father but then come to think of it if indeed Supriya could've been persuasive couldn't she have done this earlier? Especially since she was quite evasive of Shabbir from day one and did not consider him a good enough influence on her naive friend. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel he had flicked out his cell phone and dialed Karan's number fortunately for him Karan's serial "Kasturi" had been shifted to a weekend slot reducing his requirements on the sets greatly. "How's my man?" Karan had chirped on the other end "Karan can you meet me at the beach in half an hour?" Shabbir had asked his voice heavily laden his teeth were set tightly so that the quiver could not be easily detected by his friend detected but alas for him Karan knew better. "Are you ok?" Karan had asked seriously something in Shabbir's voice had made him sit up and concentrate he had switched off the tv listening warily. "Can you just come?" Shabbir had asked again and this it had been a plea cum command it appeared to Karan as if Shabbir's heart bore a deep gash that spilled blood and hurt like hell. The way Shabbir restrained himself was a deliberate attempt to mask his true sentiments. "Yes.." Karan had replied Shabbir had clicked his cell shut the pain in his being worsening as if a part of him had been slain and done away with. He drove aimlessly through the crowded streets till he heard the waves crashing in the distance against the sandy shore. Shabbir stepped out of his car his trainers scrunching the sand underfoot he walked down the stone steps leading to the beach. Tears stung his eyes which he fought back harshly he was not weak but he was most certainly feeling terribly wretched the beach was deserted a chilly wind blowing about. Not many people seemed to be around and Shabbir was thankful for that the last thing he wanted was a crowd of admirers flocking him.
The wind though had not picked up yet the effect was still deadening as it sliced the air Shabbir had felt the iciness creep up his spine as he paced the sands quiescently the wet grains squishing under his feet. He thrust his hands deep in his pockets shutting his eyes blocking the expansive view of the endless black liquid afore him. "Anjali" he had whispered almost as a prayer the burning tears finding their way through his closed eyes who was he fooling it was damn hard to remain clammed up on the pain. Lowering his head he smelt the salty spume as it lapped the beach breaking down completely he fell on his knees and burying his face in his hands wept in misery. "Anjali...why did you leave me" he had whispered and standing inches away from him Karan had stared at his friend in wonderment. He had just arrived on his motorbike and had traced Shabbir's car parked nearby spotting his lonesome figure standing out in the dark he had sprinted up to him though watching Shabbir that way had astounded him. This was not the Shabbir he knew what had happened to make him so depressed "Shabbir" Karan had called out instantly joining his friend on the sands. "What happened?" he had questioned alarmed to see Shabbir's red veined eyes that spelt his unhappiness aloud. Shabbir had swiped his palms across his face and composed himself "I'm fine" he had managed scrambling to his feet "and I am Miss Muffet" Karan had retorted angrily. "Stop the drama and tell me what is wrong.. is it something to do with Anjali" the very name had aroused a wave of searing ache on Shabbir's face and that was Karan's clue which confirmed that there was something regarding her that was bothering him. "What happened to her.. is she alright?" he had questioned in a flustered tone. "I don't know where she is Karan" Shabbir had blurted in agony. "Maa and I had a row and I left for work when I came back she wasn't at home and maa is least bothered" Shabbir had lamented his eyes shining again Karan could clearly see it was difficult for his friend to keep up his charade of acting calm. "You checked the chawl" Karan had suggested "Yes I did.. she's not there also.. damn that Supriya she won't tell me anything.. I know she must have every info on her just wants to torture me" Shabbir had spat out accusingly.
"Hmm" Karan had mused "what about her father do you think she could've gone there?" Karan had recommended. "I don't think so" Shabbir had replied in an aggrieved tone "Well it's worth a try, come on" Karan had held him by his arm Shabbir had blinked his eyes and breathed in deeply again "You'll find her Shabbir she loves you more than you think she does so I'm guessing she thought it was best she get out of the way and not create problems between you and your family" he had explained. "But she IS my family why didn't she understand that" Shabbir had mumbled plaintively. Karan had gazed at him dejectedly they certainly had to find Anjali fast for his sake. It was nearly twelve when they reached Mathur House in the elite section of Worli but time was hardly a factor to be noticed at the moment. Shabbir puffed on his tenth cigarette the burning smoke was the only thing that had kept him from losing his last shreds of sanity. Screeching the car to a halt he had parked in front of the massive iron gates of the mansion they protected. The guard on duty had stopped them immediately "You can't go in" he had ordered both Karan and Shabbir "better return in the morning with an appointment" he had snickered at the haggard Shabbir who it seemed was willing to murder at the slightest hint of contempt. "Well try and stop us" Shabbir had sneered scrambling towards the massive gates. "I said stop or I'll shoot" the guard had warned them raising his rifle towards them. "Then shoot!" Shabbir had snapped "Just tell your master his nephew Karan has come to meet him" Karan had tried to call it peace between the two blood thirsty men. The guard had looked at Karan dubiously "I said call him up and tell him Karan Patel his cousin Aarti Patel's son is here and better make it quick I don't have the whole damn night" the guards slow suspicion had irritated him considerably. Shabbir had given Karan an offended look he was quite sure Karan would've never let him on this little secret had Anjali not disappeared on them. "This we are going to discuss later" he had hissed and Karan had an inkling the discussion was not going to be a smooth one. There were very few things he had kept to himself and the fact that he was in a way related to Anjali had been one of them. His mother Aarti was one of the few people who blamed Ravi, Anjali's father for Anjali's tragic circumstances. As luck would have it Aarti was quite fond of Aneesha Anjali's mother and had requested Ravi to hand over the child to her after Aneesha's demise. But Ravi had denied the offer and had had taken to look after Anjali himself a task he had failed at considerably, moreover the fact that he had believed Aman and Sujoy over his daughter had enraged Aarti. After Anjali's flight from her home Aarti had had a raw deal with Ravi chiding him for neglecting his daughter for business the tiff had turned into a full fledged battle and it was then that Ravi had asked her to leave his house and never to step on his threshold again or to contact Anjali as she was no one to meddle in his family affairs. Surprisingly Karan had been never around to witness the clash but had been well informed about it by his sister. He found little time to interact with relatives and just knew them by name but he had been to Ravi Mathur's house as a child and had met Anjali once at a relative's wedding the reason he found her familiar the day he had first seen her at Shabbir's apartment but had not been able to place her designation in his mind.
It wasn't until Shabbir had filled him in on her details had he known that Anjali was his cousin he had wanted to take Anjali with him to his own home but had stopped when he realized it would sever Shabbir's ties with her and he of all people wanted Anjali to attain true love knowing full well that Shabbir loved her madly and she was in safe hands with him by her side. Unexpectedly Ravi had allowed Karan entrance and the miffed guard had opened the gates after attending to the call he had placed to his master. Both of them had sauntered inside the graveled driveway and up the marble steps they had knocked on the heavy ash door when the servant had swung it open ushering them inside. Five minutes later Ravi Mathur had padded down the spiral marble staircase to join them in the massive foyer he was a tall handsome man with a charismatic persona. His salt and pepper hair was tousled as he knotted the strings of his silken robe. "And may I ask what you are doing here at this hour?" he had asked plainly. "Where's Anjali?" Shabbir had growled his frustration had peaked in the past two hours and there was little he could do to restrain himself from throttling the man who stood before him. Ravi had frowned "Anjali!" he had echoed it had been quite some time before he had been inquired about her. "She's not here" he had replied stiffly shoving his hands in his gown pockets. "Some father you are no idea of your daughter's whereabouts" Shabbir had writhed in fury it hurt him to think that the man's indifference had led his daughter to lead such a treacherous life when she needed love and support the most. "And may I know who are you to taunt me about my personal relationships" Ravi had fumed certainly not liking the manner in which Shabbir chided him. "Oh well lets see... I, Shabbir Ahluwalia am your daughter's husband and right now I'm trying to locate your daughter as well as mine" he had answered in an acid tone. "Ravi uncle has Anjali contacted you.... she's been missing since morning" Karan had intervened fearing Shabbir to lose it altogether and that would certainly not be a pleasant act. "No she hasn't contacted me .... and when did she marry you?" Ravi had inquired curiously. "Karan she's not here, I told you she would never come back here" Shabbir had totally ignored the elder man's question raking a heavy hand through his curls. "Damn it.... why'd she have to think of the whole wide world before herself" Shabbir was self conversing now it was evident to him that Anjali was probably on her own maybe in grave danger, he felt a failure as a husband and father. He had turned to leave when Ravi had called out to him "You could check out the chawl the one on the out skirts of Andheri, she lives with her friend there Supriya I believe". The information had come as a shock to both Karan and Shabbir who were of the opinion that Anjali's existence was of no regard to her father which in fact was not the case.
"We have checked she is not there" Shabbir had answered slowly. The crease on Ravi's forehead had increased it was true he had let Anjali fend for herself but he had been keeping an eye on her ever since she had left, he was angry not stone hearted. For the past month he had been attending a seminar in Hong Kong and so was unaware of the latest developments in his daughter's life. Stepping down from the stair case Ravi had reached for the phone on the table near him dialing a number he stood tapping his feet on the shiny marble floor. "DCP Saxenna ... Ravi Mathur here" he had mouthed in the cradle both Karan and Shabbir had turned silent then. "Anjali is missing Vikram.... we need to find her and no I don't want the police or media informed, get her traced soon.." he had urged "I'll wait for you" he had said before replacing the cradle. "You might as well have a seat" he had offered to the boys "No we can't sit we have to find her" Shabbir had denied it immediately. "And where exactly do you propose we find her then without any assistance" Ravi had butted in firmly taking Shabbir's hand and leading him to the spacious and bedecked drawing room inside. "How long have you known my daughter and when did you marry her?" Ravi had questioned Shabbir. "Since a month and I married her a week before" Shabbir had answered disinterestedly "How long till the policeman comes I can't just sit here" he had added irritably. "How's Aarti?" Ravi had ignored Shabbir and inquired of Karan. "Fine" he had replied curtly and after that it had been complete silence with Shabbir resorting to smoking Karan tapping his feet in agitation and Ravi deep in thoughts. The wait wasn't long as Vikram Saxenna had soon arrived shaking hands with the group assembled there he had quickly probed in the details. "It's not twenty four hours yet so we can't lodge a complaint" he had stated matter of factly "And what about the twelve hours that have lapsed" Shabbir had cried out furiously "What if something has happened to her... to Sanaya" he had shouted. "Relax son and tell me when was the last you saw her" Vikram was a seasoned policeman and he had solved many a case this was a simple disappearance. "This morning before I left for work" Shabbir had replied "Anything unusual happen before you left?" the DCP had drilled Shabbir. "Yes we had an argument actually my mother and I did and Anjali... well she thought she was the cause of it so she left" Shabbir had sighed heavily dropping his head in his palms that threatened to burst open any minute. "Her contacts beside you and Karan?" the DCP had further inquired "Her friend Supriya and her brother Mohit they all live in the same chawl.... but I've asked Supriya she says she doesn't know anything" Shabbir had informed the policeman. "Hmm that might pose a problem" the DCP had rubbed his chin hard there were no leads and yet with a limited lead there was no case. "We'll go question Supriya and her family first thing in the morning" the DCP had declared "Morning" Shabbir had echoed wretchedly "That is too long DCP please search for her now, she's not alone my daughter is with her... what if something happens to her". "I said we'll question the girl tomorrow young man not stall the search" he had then called his special units Ravi had given him a couple of Anjali's photographs and they had been distributed to the special squads who had been dispatched to check out the airports, bus stands and rail stations. Karan had brought Shabbir home who had been surprised to see his entire family awaiting him. "Shabbir beta where have you been?" his mother had approached him yet he had remained silent.
His father had then stepped in hugging him firmly "She'll be alright son" he had assured him and that was when Shabbir had broken down completely. Hot tears flowed through his eyes as he clung to his father his embrace tightening on him as he muffled his gasps in his father's shoulder. Maybel's own eyes had teared to see her son in such a despicable condition, if only she had known how much her son had loved her daughter in law. Mr Ahluwalia had held on to Shabbir letting him vent his agony and had led him to his room making him sit on the bed. "We'll find her Shabbir she won't be able to stay away from you for long" he had assuaged his youngest son "Dad are you mad at me too for marrying her like maa is?" Shabbir had asked in a moist tone. "I'm not beta.... I'm not at all Maybel has told me everything and she is very sorry about it" he had patted his son's shoulder affectionately. "Dad I can't live without her... what if something happens to her" Shabbir had voiced his fears resting his chin on his clasped hands. "Nothing is going to happen to her trust me beta" he had said tears shining in his own eyes and from the open doorway Maybel had witnessed the scene unhappily. She had to find Anjali at all costs even if it meant teaming up with a rather surly Ravi Mathur she was willing to go to all the lengths to keep her son happy.
Part 19
Anjali had arrived at Delhi resolute and scared what she had left behind was invaluable and the mere thought of never being able to gain it back was heart wrenching. She had descended from the train weary and somber holding Sanaya to herself she managed to lug her bag and called Rita from a nearby telephone booth. Supriya had informed Rita of Anjali's arrival beforehand and she had been quick to dispatch a car acquired by the Orphanage for their use. It had been a short wait for Anjali as Rita herself had come to the station to collect her she had found Anjali sitting on one of the wooden benches tending to a wailing Sanaya who had appeared restless and feverish after her first train ride. "Anjali" Rita had called out to her drawing her attention to the awaiting porter who had picked up her luggage and soon the party of three was headed towards the Orphanage. St Peter's Church was a large sandstone structure erected in the early 1800's a solid and massive formation surrounded by a large open ground adjacent to the church were small squat smaller constitutions which Anjali later found out to be the working quarters of the vestals and Father George the archbishop there. There were lodgings in a building a bit further away for orphaned children and of nuns and assistants like her own self who had no where else to go. The head vestal Sister Karen was a kind soul who had come to know about Anjali's past through Rita and had agreed to appoint her as governess to the innumerous little children the Orphanage housed. Anjali had been provided with a comfortable room much larger than her bed sit in the chawl. It comprised of a single bed a small wooden desk and chair and a small cupboard there was even a crib for Sanaya in it. Anjali had adjusted to her new life style with ease she had been accustomed to hard work but here atleast she had the added advantage of being able to look after Sanaya along with the other children. She had resumed work the very next day her charges were mainly infants who needed to be fed bathed and cleaned at regular intervals. Her salary was a mere five thousand but the fact that she did not have to pay rent was a relief in itself.
She had deposited a sum of fifteen hundred for the meals she would consume there from the money Supriya had provided her. Days were busy as she got up and about at nearly seven in the morning each day taking Sanaya along with her she would feed and change her before attending to the breakfast call and then join the vestals in their daily chores. The nursery had become Anjali's favourite place she would be crowded by children ranging from a few months to two or three years nearly all had been abandoned or neglected by their parents and relatives, helpless souls dependent on the generosity of the people who tended to them and their needs. Anjali would help feed and change the infant lot and then looked after the slightly grown up ones who were taught basic manners and simple tasks at their tender ages. She would take the toddlers and young ones to play in the garden situated at the back of the church filled with swings and play sets. She would monitor them while they were at play helping them overcome obstacles and hindrances. Sometimes she would read to them and join them in their antics. Sanaya though hesitant initially had become part of the crowd and Anjali would often leave her to play with the other children her age confined in the play pen. Anjali had accepted life and the burdens and mishaps that were attached to it days were busy or rather she busied herself perennially to cloak the distraught sentiments that tugged at her heart but the nights were lonely cruel and naked. She cried herself to sleep each night reminiscing on the moments spent with Shabbir lamenting on her loss and praying for his happiness always. It had been two weeks since Anjali had disappeared all searches by the special units had been rendered useless Supriya had been smart enough to book her seat under her sister's name and so try as they might the policemen hadn't been able to trace Anjali in the passenger list. DCP Saxenna had failed to withdraw any information on Anjali from Supriya who simply refused to delve into details regarding her friend's whereabouts and the two weeks had changed Shabbir drastically. He was either working or planning search strategies with the DCP, Karan and Ravi Mathur. He hardly returned home now he slept either in his vanity van or at Karan's place not wishing to divulge in any sort of conversation with his own family. No longer was he the ever smiling and charming young man people used to know, he worked because he was committed to and on sets he kept to himself. He had canned most of his scenes for his daily soap and was not required on the sets anymore the rest of the work was done by Pawan his body double, his entire focus was on his reality show and that was where Mohit saw him regularly a forlorn and distressed soul.
Over the time Ravi and Shabbir had lowered their defenses for Anjali's sake they both knew at this crucial time they could hardly afford to play the blame game. It eventually dawned on Shabbir that Ravi had never lost sight of Anjali but he had never contacted her either because he was angry at her for not confiding in him about her involvement with Aman. Shabbir had chosen to enlighten Ravi on Aman's behaviour with Anjali before and after her pregnancy "It wouldn't have hurt to have believed her" Shabbir had stated somberly one evening as they pondered on whether or not to put up Anjali's photographs in the morning paper one last desperate attempt to trace her. Neither Shabbir nor Ravi were convinced that Anjali could disappear into nothingness she had to be somewhere alive and safe as DCP Saxenna put it "No news is good news." "I was a fool to have thought she was wrong how could I have not believed my own child" Ravi had lamented he had been thoroughly vexed and unhappy the moment he had come to know of his daughter's mysterious disappearance. "Mr Mathur there still is hope you can accept her back after we find her" Shabbir had gently squeezed his hand making the elderly man smile at him. "It'll be for a short while though since I'll have to hand her to you right back" and Shabbir had smiled a thin watery smile. He wondered why Anjali had never waited for him to make things all right, was it that hard to believe in their marriage, have faith in her husband. Many nights he had cried in his vanity van all alone he missed her and the true extent of his love for her had surfaced then, not a moment went by when he didn't think of her and Sanaya. Maybel who had been guilty of driving Anjali away now openly blamed herself for her foolishness and her son's misery. "If only I had known I'd never have done it" she would cry to her husband who would hug her in remorse "Paddy Shabbir understands" he would try to alleviate her pain. "He is never home now doesn't even talk to me�. he probably must think I'm a tyrant" she would weep while her family would cajole her. "Mom I'm sure that's not the case Shabbir knows better and he loves you too much to be angry with you" Sameer had consoled her. "I think we should go over to Anjali's dad's place that's where bhai is most of the time. Come on mom lets face it Anjali bhabhi is after all part of the family and instead of sitting here thinking that we are of no use at least we could keep bhai's spirits going." Sarah Shabbir's sister had suggested and the family had considered it the best option at the moment.
They had driven over to Ravi Mathur's mansion late that evening to find Ravi, Karan and Shabbir deep in conversation with Saxenna. Shabbir and Karan had stood up to see the small family make way through the heavy door inside to where they were seated. Shabbir had hugged his father and brother happy to see his family by his side he though had turned silent when Maybel approached him. "Are you still mad at me beta�" she had asked her voice shivering with shame. "No maa I'm not mad at you or anyone else" he had replied quietly Maybel had cupped his face in her hands and kissed his bearded cheek gazing in his deep melancholic eyes. "Shabbir I love you too much for you to give up on me, or close yourself to me�. all I ever wanted was your happiness beta� I wish I had known about Anjali before" she could not help but cry now. "Maa" Shabbir had whispered wiping her tears away "You'r very precious to me and I can't even think of blaming you for my fate" he had kissed her hands in veneration clasping them in his own. "I really don't understand how can she disappear without a trace� I think she has left the city under some alias else my men would've found her by now" the DCP had put forward his theory. "But where can she go Vikram she has no one besides me and Shabbir and we don't have any relatives outside Mumbaii" Ravi had fretted again. Anyone could see how much Anjali's departure had effected him gone was his rage and ego it had been replaced with remorse and regret. He seemed to have grown older and frailer over the past two weeks. There hadn't been anything he had left to seek her out he had hired the top forces and detectives still all his efforts had been fruitless. "What if I lose her what will I do?" he had moaned thrusting his face in his open palms when Shabbir had walked to him. "No�. you can't lose hope Dad � you can't. We will find her I promise�. I will bring her back to you" he had held Ravi Mathur by his shoulders who had instantly embraced him his eyes wet in a very long time. At the end of a tiring evening it had been decided that Supriya should be given one more drill and this time it would be Shabbir asking the questions. The next day as decided earlier Shabbir had approached Mohit telling him he needed to talk to Supriya Mohit had conceded immediately. He had come to understand that his sister was involved in Anjali's disappearance someway or the other since she refused to converse even to him on the subject. He had seen Shabbir pine away for Anjali and had asked Supriya to provide him with the details if there were any but she had preferred to stay mum. At the appointed time Mohit had brought Supriya to Ravi's house the next evening Supriya had sit down on a sofa wearily she certainly could not keep up with the constant lies now and thought it was high time she told them the truth. "Supriya where is Anjali I'm sure you know where she is" Shabbir had asked her gently. "And what if I do Shabbir then what�.. you bring her back and let her be treated like dirty dish water again�. is that the plan?" she had questioned in an icy voice. "I may not have your riches but there is something known as loyalty to a friend and believe me I am well endowed with that treasure" the crowd gathered there had turned silent.
For the first time in the past two weeks Anjali's father and Shabbir had seen a ray of light shine in through the dismal darkness that had penetrated their souls. "Supriya please I promise I'll never let anything happen to her� just tell me where she is" Shabbir had implored. "You said you'd take care of her the last time I left her with you�. she only returned back to where she had started from, a deserted, unhappy single mother. What makes you think she's not better off without you, without your family who I'm sure will never accept her or without her respectable father here who threw her out like trash" she was shivering with rage now her face flushed. "None of you were there when she cried to sleep all those nights in her cramped bed sit, when she didn't have money to buy food for herself. When she'd go hungry to work slaving so that Sanaya could get something to wear or have" tears had spilled down her eyes recollecting the sad and dreary moments she had spent with her friend. "Where were you Mr Mathur when she needed you the most� you never trusted her, preferred that rich spoilt brat Aman over her then why now do you need her to be with you?" she had questioned a repentant Ravi who watched the teenager show him the mirror. "I'm so sorry beta� I am" he had whispered "just tell me where she is and I'll make up for all my past mistakes" he had pleaded. "None of you deserve her" Supriya had wept sinking in the sofa rubbing her eyes when Shabbir had knelt beside her on the floor. "Supriya please for your friend's sake tell me where she is I love her very much and you've achieved your goal by making us all realize how stupid we were to have taken her for granted. But we understand now and I want her to be with me forever�. I want to give her the home she deserves, the love that is hers and her rightful place in the society as my wife�." tears sparkled in Shabbir's eyes which he had managed to keep at bay. "Please Supriya� you said time will be used for the betterment of all and I think two weeks is enough time for us to have searched for her." "Two weeks is nothing Ahluwalia nothing to the one year she has spent in desolation" Supriya had mumbled. "Fine!" Shabbir had stood up you don't want to help then don't" Shabbir had said in a steely tone.
"Call the Mumbaii Mirror DCP tell them they should get to City Hospital in about an hour where Shabbir Ahluwalia lies in critical care" Shabbir had instructed the DCP picking up his car keys. "You think you'll get her out of hiding on a lie" Supriya had asked confounded "test her love for you� that's the big plan" she had stared at Shabbir accusingly. "Yes that is the big plan unfortunately for you she loves me more than you think she does and I'm sure she'll definitely come to meet me at the hospital�. the only difference is I don't lie" Shabbir had stated grimly sauntering towards the door. "Shabbir� stop!" his family had called out after him well aware of him telling the stark truth then while Karan had shaken a stupefied Supriya roughly by her arm. "Who the hell do you think you are� God� taking decisions for others lives. How comfortable will you be if Anjali comes to know something happened to Shabbir because of you� your so called friendship won't be there to begin with then" Karan's harsh voice had knocked sense in her. She had looked at him gravely and then had lowered her head in defeat "She's at St Peter's Church and Orphanage in Delhi" she had supplied Karan the information who had nodded his head in approval and had caught up with a heart broken Shabbir. "I think we should head to the airport to book tickets for Delhi" he had smiled at Shabbir who stared at him in disbelief. Supriya had in the mean time left the house and had hopped on the first bus available she wanted to be away from it all she had helped Anjali for all that it was worth and now it was time her family took over, her part was over with. Shabbir had wanted to thank Supriya but had been disheartened to see her take off in haste he though had thanked Mohit for his assistance and had left the premises immediately. Finally he would get his Anjali and Sanaya back, he had dared to smile his first heart felt one in two weeks. It had been decided that Maybel and Shabbir's father would accompany Ravi and Karan to Delhi where they would collect Anjali and bring her back with them. Shabbir had decided against going even though each pore in his heart longed to hold Anjali in his arms he couldn't make himself overlook the fact that she hadn't once considered it applicable to inform him about her thoughts or feelings. He would though have a heart to heart with her once she returned moreover his shooting schedules did not allow him time to go out of station yet the prospect of his Anjali back with him was heart warming in itself and despite the anger he couldn't help but smile in happiness.
Part 20
Anjali had awoken that crisp January morning as usual after completing her chores she had dressed and fed Sanaya and had taken her along with her downstairs to the dining hall. Later she had resumed her duties with the children in the nursery and had brought them out to play in the garden helping them on the swings when a vestal had approached her smiling. "Father George would like to have a word with you" she had informed a puzzled Anjali who just met the bishop the day before and he had assured her that he would make arrangements for her to teach at the nearby school too. Nonetheless she had advanced towards the office briskly checking on Sanaya who sat playing with her new friend Tina in the play pen. She had reached the office to find it empty and on asking the peon had come to know that Father was attending to some guests in the ground outside. She waited for a few minutes but when Father still did not return she decided to see whether he had been relieved of his guests or not. Taking tentative steps she reached the courtyard only to find her father busy chatting to the reverend, she panicked as she loomed in full view of them she could now also see Maybel along with another gentleman and lastly Karan. Blood rushed to her temple as she turned on her heels and had run down the corridor only to be pursued by a light footed Karan who had come flying after her the moment he had spotted her face draining colour. "Anjali�. Anjali stop!" he had called out to her gaining momentum and had soon caught up with her holding her by her hand. "And just where do you think you're going" he had cried out irritably as tears swam in her eyes. She had thought she had left it all behind but they had eventually traced her she stood weeping as the rest of the party joined them "Beta don't run from us" Maybel had called out to her gently though it had hardly touched Anjali she stood rooted to the spot spilling hot tears. "What do you want now�.. I've left him isn't that enough" she had whispered the salt water trailing down her cheeks as the sudden longing for Shabbir engulfed her whole.
The tears she had been shedding in the silent darkness had come crashing down from her eyes as she hiccupped involuntarily. Maybel's eyes had watered to see Anjali is such distress "Oh sweetheart I never knew his love for you ran so deep, he's been pining for you since the day you left� please come back" she had requested to a shaken Anjali. She scanned the small crowd to find the one person her heart longed to see� her husband, but he was nowhere in sight. Her eyes had lifted to her father who stood as a criminal awaiting punishment. "Papa" it had slipped her lips inadvertently, Ravi had cast a heartrending look at her "Anjali� will you ever forgive me darling?" he had questioned her in hushed tones. Anjali had felt her vision blur this certainly must be a dream one she had been dreaming for long where her family came to take her back home. Her eyes had drooped close and she had swayed though Karan had been quick to notice her discomfiture and had scooped her in his arms before she could hit the floor. Anjali had passed out not able to believe that all that was happening was real the small party had been led to her room where Karan had settled her on the bed while sister Karen had called the doctor who after checking Anjali had ruled it out as a case of stress. Ravi had then informed Father George that he would be taking Anjali and Sanaya back with him, the kind Reverend had smiled in Anjali he had found a wonderful assistant but he knew her real home and family awaited her too. Sanaya had been fetched to the room where she had burbled finding her familiar Karan chachu who had taken her in his arms kissing her tenderly. Maybel and Ravi had taken turns looking after the baby while Anjali rested they had lunch with the reverend and the vestals who were nothing but praise about Anjali and in around an hour Anjali had finally recovered. Shabbir's father who had been silent till yet had decided to talk to his daughter in law he could see she was still uncertain about the events being real. Stepping forward in her room he has clasped Anjali's hand in his own as she sat supported by pillows her mind still a haze. "Beta please come home� you are my daughter in law and before that my daughter. My son loves you very much there hasn't been a moment when he hasn't thought of you�." Anjali had gazed into Mr Ahluwali's deep black eyes, and she was instantly reminded of Shabbir. The truth was she herself couldn't stay away from him any longer she had slowly shaken her head in the affirmative making Mr Ahluwalia smile at long last his son would get his happiness. It was a happy crowd of people who had waved the inmates of the Orphanage a final good bye Anjali had met each and every person before she had taken her seat in the car beside her father.
Ravi had cuddled his grand daughter in his arms while Anjali lay her head on his shoulder watching them fondly. "I'm sorry Papa" she had whispered softly and Mathur had slipped his arm around her hugging her to him "I'm sorry too� lets forget the past and think about better things" Ravi had kissed her on the forehead and she had closed her eyes breathing in her father's unique fragrance she certainly had missed him, more than she had thought she had. Once at Mumbaii Ravi had driven them to the mansion where after a hearty dinner Maybel and Mr Ahluwalia had left but not before fixing the wedding date a week after. Karan realized Anjali had turned silent she may have smiled and made her presence felt amidst her family but the fact that her heart ached to see Shabbir had not missed him. She had called him several times but his cell phone was switched off which meant he was busy in his shoot moreover she had also wanted to meet Supriya and had decided to go to the chawl the next day. "Karan" she had called as he prepared to leave "Shabbir" she had whispered her eyes hopeful as she searched him for a positive answer. "He's busy shooting Anjali wants to take a few days off after the marriage reason he's working his butt off now" Karan had smiled though it had appeared surreal to Anjali who had simply nodded her head in agreement. She knew it was not work rather resentment that had kept Shabbir at bay from her. The next day Anjali had visited Supriya who had awaited her, the friends had hugged each other warmly both crying happy tears. "I'm so happy for you Anjali" Supriya had eventually managed. "I am indebted to you Supriya all this would never have happened if you hadn't helped me" Anjali had stated matter of factly. "Oh stop it I just wanted Ahluwalia to realize just how important you were to him" she had smiled "you should've seen him begging" she laughed good naturedly. "You made him beg Supriya how mean" Anjali had punched her lightly "There now there goes our friendship" Supriya had complained in loving tones. "We'll always remain friends Supriya no matter what" Anjali had promised "Mind if I join the club I could make use of an overtly protective friend like you" Karan had intervened stepping in the chawl house his eyes fixed on Supriya. Supriya had coloured then making Anjali realize her friend had developed a soft spot for her handsome cousin. Karan had come over to Supriya's place to ask her to help with the wedding preparations as Maybel and Sarah were handling Shabbir's side he had wished Supriya to help his mother out with Anjali's wedding preparations.
A week had passed in the blink of an eye everyone was happy except for Anjali who still hadn't managed to get hold of Shabbir either he was busy shooting, sleeping or preparing for the wedding. The fleeting glances that she had of him hadn't provided her ample opportunity to bare her heart to him and tonight was the big night. Mathur mansion appeared similar to a birthday cake with decorations fit for a royal wedding. Supriya had helped get Anjali dressed and Mohit had perfected her make up, she looked breath takingly beautiful. The maroon lehenga she had worn was adorned with sequins in matte gold her hair had been swept in a coiffure and a sequined dupatta fixed in place on her head. Her eyes accentuated with the kohl had a mesmerizing effect to them her cheeks brushed with a rose shade highlighted her beauty complete with a subtle shade of rose on her lips. She wore a ruby encrusted gold set with matching ruby shaded bangles and tan gold pumps. "Perfect!" Supriya had smiled who looked elegant in a pale blue lehenga with silver thread work which Karan had been adamant she wear since she it suited her. Over the past week Supriya and Karan had formed quite an understanding and had certainly been enthralled in each other's company. The big moment finally came when Anjali had reached the mandap set in the mansion grounds where a devilishly handsome Shabbir awaited her. Her eyes had lifted to his profile wearing a cream sherwani with matching thread work his eyes were fixed on the blazing fire afore him. His unruly curls had been swept off his forehead his turgid lips set tight giving his stubble covered face a charismatic look Anjali had lowered her gaze as she took her seat beside him. The pundit had recited the mantras though Anjali was hardly listening all she could concentrate on was Shabbir's warm touch as his hand slipped beneath hers when her father gave her away. They had then completed the formalities amidst a shower of petals and blessings as he had filled her hair parting with the vermillion Shabbir had stared at the beauteous form in front of her who was indeed his wife. He had been avoiding her as he had wanted to confront her in the confines of his bedroom his heart hurt every time he ignored her calls or didn't meet her gaze. He though had been keeping regular tabs on her daily activities via Supriya who would often smuggle Sanaya to him where he would spend a happy hour with his daughter. The wedding had been followed by a reception for which Anjali had changed in a pearly white lehenga and had changed her accessories accordingly her hair now hung loose in waves around her angelic face and even Shabbir had a hard time tearing his gaze away from her. Nearly half the city had been invited to the wedding which had been the talk of the town except for Ravi's ex partner Sujoy and his son Aman. Ravi had severed all ties with the father and son on his arrival and had taken care to draw up a legal battle regarding the finances of his company. He wanted nothing to do with Sujoy or his blasted son, not after they had nearly cost him his daughter. Sanaya had enjoyed the wedding being the center of attention she was pampered to the hilt the usual round of thank you's had been done blessings been received and the dinner relished upon and soon it was time for the newly wedded couple to depart.
Anjali had wanted to take Sanaya with her but Supriya had been firm about it "No Anjali she is staying with me�. and don't look at me that way it's not the first time she'll be staying with me" Supriya had looked at her sternly and Anjali had left a sleeping Sanaya disheartedly. She had been driven to the beach house which had been prepared for the special occasion earlier and now she stood alone in her new house awaiting her husband in their bedroom. The door had clicked open and as Anjali had turned around she saw Shabbir cradling Sanaya in his arms. Closing the door behind him he had placed a sleeping Sanaya in the crib at the corner he had changed for the reception in a Reid and Taylor thunder black tuxedo and looked drop dead handsome. Taking off his shoes and socks he had pulled off his coat and thrown it on the chair near the rose petal strewn bed. Anjali could understand part of him had been deeply hurt with her attempt to abscond him and knew that she had to put things right. She watched as he disappeared in the washroom and after changing in a comfortable set of track pants and vest took to his side of the bed. Anjali's eyes had teared at his indifference she knew she was at fault yet she simply could not bear his apathy. Taking small steps she had reached his side and had gazed at him as he lay still his arm covering his face "Shabbir" she had called out softly. He hadn't responded but she knew he was all ears "I'm sorry Shabbir� I shouldn't have run away like this. I'm sorry I caused you so much pain�.. forgive me please Shabbir" she had begged. Somewhere in his heart Shabbir understood she was not entirely to blame and so he had removed his arm to see her stand near him tears making their way down her flushed cheeks. Her lips had trembled as she saw him gaze at her with yearning etched clear in his eyes. Getting off the bed he stood up and cupped her face in his hands bending down to take her lips in a powerful yet possessive kiss. Breaking free he had looked at her dejectedly "Why didn't you tell me Anjali�. do you have any idea on how difficult these past three weeks have been for me" he had questioned huskily. "I didn't want you to lose your family because of me" she had explained meekly. "Lets make one thing very clear tonight" Shabbir had said "both you and Sanaya are my family and dare you ever leave me like that Anjali� I'll kill you" he had growled when Anjali had embraced him burying her face in his chest. "I love you Shabbir" she had murmured making him smile "I love you too" he had whispered placing his hot lips on her forehead trailing masterful kisses down her cheeks and her collar bone. Anjali had quivered at his touch and opened her eyes to see raw passion swimming in his. A deep silence ensued as Shabbir's hands worked at the hooks on Anjali's blouse stripping it off her, a profound blush had started rising on Anjali's cheeks yet she stood rooted feeling Shabbir's fingers on her silky skin working away now at her lehenga as it slipped to the floor next. Her creamy skin was tinged pink as Shabbir effortlessly freed her of the last of her garments Anjali had closed her eyes remembering the last time she had been in such a position and that hadn't been pleasing at all. A moan had escaped her as she was reminded of Aman and his barbaric acts Shabbir had understood what peril she had gone through and had not let her dwell on it any longer. They had to erase the bitter memories and make sweet ones of their own. He carried on with his task taking off her jewellery save the anklets she wore Anjali's breathe had become laboured as Shabbir lifted her in his arms and placed her on the rose petals. Anjali had dared not to open her eyes as she heard movement beside her but finally when she felt Shabbir's hand on her torso her eyes had flown open to see him smile at her his eyes brimming with unspoken love. "You think we can make new memories tonight?" he had asked huskily his dark eyes darker still "Yes�. I want to make new memories with you to last for a life time" she had whispered as her fingers coursed through his crop of curls. Shabbir had not needed any more encouragement he pressed soft kisses on her cheeks nose eyes and then stopped at her lips caressing them slowly at first and as she participated he had pushed in deeper their tongues unifying their tastes of each other. Anjali's hands had taken in on his denuded form loving the feel of his smooth skin under her tips as she massaged her back with them she heard him groan as sensation kicked in his skin emitting off erotic heat. His mouth tracing invisible patterns on her bosom lingering down taking time to breathe new life in each pore of her being. Anjali had moaned as her mind began to swirl in reeling awareness of Shabbir's existence that was coaxing her to pleasure she had never even imagined. She had heard herself call him out repeatedly and felt herself grope for his mouth as it found her again there was nothing she could do to tame her desires that had run wild that night. Shabbir it seemed was prepared to entice her to the hilt as he pushed back her hair from her face imprinting her skin with his touch till he could no longer control his need for her. His mouth had captured hers once again this time in a deep arousing kiss that had Anjali crying out for more. She had felt him approach, invade and own her as her body had worked on its own accord her hands hugging him closer while his clasped her to him in urgent need. Shabbir had felt Anjali alive beneath him and he had let love reign supreme as they had moved to their own rhythm and climaxed pulling each other in the vortex of love they had created together. Their ragged breaths had taken their time to abate and when their heart beats had returned to normal Shabbir had kissed his wife who lay sated in his arms a smile playing on her lips. "Worth a memory?" he had questioned and she had pulled his face towards her own kissing him deeply on the lips. "Worth my entire being" she had answered feeling his hands go around her in a protective hold "I love you Anjali" he had told her with glazed eyes and she had responded in kind as their lips had locked in preparation for yet another scintillating journey to euphoria.
Epilogue
"Sweetheart could you stop pulling your brother's shoes he can't wear them himself" Anjali had irritably reminded five year old Sanaya that her brother Saahir was still just six months old. "Mumma I love his feet" Sanaya had smiled at her brother who held out his small arms to his sister as she sat playing with him. "Go see if Papa has come has come yet jaan and remind grand ma to take her medicine before we leave" Anjali had instructed her daughter as she bounced off the bed to do as her mother bid. Making her son wear his shoes again Anjali had taken to the iron stand where she hurriedly pressed Shabbir's suit any minute and he would be back home and that would be the end of any work on her part. In the past five years Shabbir had made Anjali realize he was God's gift to her someone who had changed her completely. After their first night together Shabbir had asked Anjali if they could stall their family planning for a few years as he wanted Sanaya to get her share of love before there would be another contender to claim their attention to which Anjali had readily agreed. Their days together had helped Anjali gain better insight in him as a human being he was not only a wonderful son and husband but an equally doting and caring father taking to all of Sanaya's needs himself. His family had not only accepted Anjali and Sanaya with open arms but had also proved to be wonderful parents and friends to her specially Maybel who had always treated Anjali as her own daughter.
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