Ashutosh put a Ghazal CD given to him by Nidhi to play in the background and poured two glasses of wine and the spread of snacks Kaka had made for them. They made themselves comfortable on the floor resting their back against the bed.

They sipped wine for a while in silence.

“Maine zyada pee li to?” Nidhi asked suddenly. She was already relaxing under the effect of wine.

“Problem nahin hai. Tum mere saath ho.”

“Achchha. To aapke saath tequilla shots ke competition lagane mein problem nahin hai?”

“No. Dr. Nidhi Verma. That’s not how it works with me. Mere saath ho, to tequilla shots ka competition lagane nahin doonga.”

Nidhi grinned, “Pata hai aapko? Aapki daant se mujhe bahut dar lagta hai. Baba ki daant se bhi kabhi nahin laga itna.”

“Mujhe bhi tumhari daant se bahut dar lagta hai,” Ashutosh laughed.

“Jhooth. Main aapko kahan daant sakti hoon?”

“Kyon nahin daant sakti?”

“Aap mujhse bade hain.”

“Does that stop you? Abhi office mein kya kar rahi thi? Dr. Ashutosh – Answer me – Aaj main koi evasion bardasht nahin karoongi,” he mimicked her.

“Woh daant thode hi thi? Main gussa thi.”

“Achchha! To tum gusse mein nahin daanti ho? Pyaar se daanti ho?”

“Right!” she giggled. She had drunk the wine a bit too fast.

“Right. To bade pyaar se tumne mujhe daanta tha us baar – Dr. Ashutosh. I don’t want to be like you. Isliye main resign kar rahi hoon. Main aapse nafrat nahin kar sakti. But I refuse to take your hatred. I refuse to be like you,” he mimicked her again.

Nidhi started laughing and Ashutosh also joined her. He figured he didn’t mind her being drunk when she was in his company. She was too lovely… and lively. And safe with him.

“I refuse to be like you. I refuse to be like you Dr. Ashutosh,” Nidhi mocked her own statement and laughed hysterially.

“Waise you know something Dr. AShutosh…”

“Hmm?”

“Jab aap gussa karte hain na to…”

“To?”

“Bahut handsome lagte hain.”

Ashutosh smirked, “Aur otherwise?”

“Otherwise… otherwise… pata nahin.”

“Pata nahin?”

“Jab aap hanste hain to ekdum cutie lagte hain?”

“Kya?” Even though they were alone Ashutosh squirmed at that word.

“Yes!” she suddenly jumped on him and sat on his lap, her legs spread across his stretched out legs. Then she pulled his cheeks, “Cutie. Cutie pie.” She almost shouted.

“Hushh… Nidhi. Kaka jaag jayenge.”

Nidhi started whispering, “Aur ye jo aapki dimple waali smile hai na…”

“Nahin sunayi de raha Nidhi.”

She bent towards him bringin her lips close to his ears, “Ye jo aapki dimple waali smile hai na, uski wajah se hospital mein saari ladkiya aap par fida rahti hain. Lekin unhein shikayat ye hai ki aap zyada smile karte nahin hain.”

That made Ashutosh blush. And he also became very conscious of her proximity. Nidhi did something that drove him even crazier. She moved her lips away from his ear towards his face and closed in on him. She gave a quick peck in his lips. Ashutosh’ control gave way. He pulled her closer and sucked her lips furiously. They lost sense of anything beyond each other as they caressed and kissed each other madly. Ashutosh stopped himself from going all the way. Slowly the madness subsided, but they didn’t separate. They slept off on the floor in each other’s arms, their clothes on their bodies, but completely crumpled by their explorations of each other.

—

Nidhi woke up first in the morning. She looked at Ashutosh and smiled. Then she realized that she was not dreaming and became confused. Then she vaguely remembered last night and blushed. She got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she came back Ashutosh was also awake. There was a moment of awkwardness when their eyes met each other, but that went away soon and they both smiled.

“Mujhe lagta tha ki aap drink karna pasand nahin karte,” Nidhi said.

“Haan. Koi khaas pasand nahin hai mujhe. Lekin pasand ho kar bhi tumse sambhalti nahin. Waise I guess… I like drinking with you.”

Nidhi bit her lips, “Main kuchh zyada ulta pulta bol rahi thi kya? Mujhe yaad nahin hai…”

“I hope ki jo tum bol rahi thi woh ulta pulta nahin tha.”

“Matlab?”

“Matlab ye ki tum meri kaafi taareef kar rahi thi.”

Nidhi blushed hard. Just how much of her feelings had she revealed to him. What kind of praises was she showering on him?

Suddenly Ashutosh was reminded of something, “Oh God! Nidhi. Main kaise bhool gaya? Baba ko pata bhi hai ki tum kahan ho? Woh pareshaan honge. Aur yahan…”

“Chinta mat kijiye. Anji raat mein hamari ek common friend ke yahan rukne waali thi. Wahi plan mere liye bhi main Baba ko bata kar nikli thi. Aur maine Anji ko message kar diya tha.”

“Thank God!”

Ashutosh was sitting on the bed and Nidhi sat down beside him, “Mujhe to lagta hai ki aap mujhse bhi zyada Baba ki parwaah karte hain. Thank you!”

“Ismein koi thanks bolne ki baat nahin hai Nidhi. Tumahre saath mujhe finally ek parivaar bhi mila hai. Aur woh mere liye bahut maayne rakhta hai.”

Nidhi nodded with a smile.

“Nidhi!”

“Ji?”

“Main soch raha tha ki aaj shaam ka dinner hum sab log yahan karte hain. Baba, tumhari poori family, Anji and her family. I mean agar unka pahle se koi plan na ho to.”

“I don’t think hai. Aap Baba ko aur Solanki Uncle ko phone kyon nahin kar dete?”

“Kar doonga.”

“Aur Nidhi?”

“Ji?” Nidhi was amused now how he was saying one thing at a time.

“Main Baba se aaj hi shaadi ki date ki baat bhi karne ki soch raha hoon.”

“Ohh!!”

“Ji! Mujhe pata hai ki aap help nahin karengi. Lekin aap chaunk na jayen, isliye bata raha hoon.”

Nidhi grinned.

“Aur Nidhi!”

“Yes Dr. Ashutosh!” Nidhi was about to laugh now.

“Tumhare PG entrance exams nazdeek aa rahe hain. To aaj ke baad saari parties aur ghoomna-phirna band. Duties ke baad tum diligently padhai karogi. Okay?”

Nidhi looked disappointed. Then an idea struck her, “Main yahan aa kar padhai karoon?”

“Bilkul nahin. Yahan tumhari padhai hone se rahi. Ghar par karogi.”

“Lekin aap yahan meri madad kar sakte hain na?” She wasn’t giving up.

“Meri madad ki zaroorat hui to main tumhare ghar aa jaunga.”

“Not fair Dr. Ashutosh!”

“Shut up Dr. Nidhi!” Ashutosh said in the same tone.

—

“Happy New Year, Nidhi,” Rohan came to her room and greeted her.

“Happy New Year, Rohan,” Nidhi stiffened as she recalled her conversation with Ashutosh last night about Rohan.

“Raat mein tum kahan thi?”

“Sleepover. Anji ke saath ek friend ke yahan.”

“Anji to party se mere saamne hi nikli thi. Tum to uske saath nahin thi.”

“Rohan. Tum mere guardian nahin ho.”

“Dost to hoon.”

“Aur dosti ki ek limit hoti hai.”

“Tum gussa kyon ho rahi ho? Dr. Ashutosh ne kuchh kaha hai?”

“Rohan. Tum itna intrude kyon kar rahe ho?”

“I am sorry… Main bas ek dost hone ke naate…”

“Rohan. Ek dost hone ke naate main bhi tumse kuchh kahna chahti hoon.”

“Zaroor.”

“Rohan – hamara kuchh feel karna koi gunaah nahin hota. Hum jiske liye jo bhi feel karna chahein kar sakte hain. Lekin with the understanding ki woh feelings reciprocate ho ye zaroori nahin hai. Aur agar reciprocate nahin hoti hain, to unhein kissi par force karna bhi sahi nahin hai.”

“Agar use reciprocate karna saamne waale ki liye achchha ho phir bhi nahin?”

“Saamne waale ke liye kya achchha hai, kya bura, ye tum usse behtar jaante ho – aisa samajhna to bahut presumptuous hai Rohan. Agar tum uske baare mein aisa sochte ho, to tum shayad use bahut bewkoof samajhte ho. Aur ek bewkoof insaan ke liye tum kyon aisi koi feelings rakhna chahoge.”

Rohan sighed, “All right. Ye batao. Kal to tum party mein aayi nahin. Aaj raat chalogi? Dr. Ashutosh bhi…”

“Aaj raat hum sab log Dr. Ashutosh ke yahan invited hain. Tum bhi.”

“Meri taraf se unhein sorry bol dena. Main nahin ja paunga. Between me and you, I prefer partying to Dr. Ashutosh’ boring company,” Rohan winked. Although she could see the sadness on his face, it was for his own good. So, she didn’t say anything as he left.

—

“Baba. Aap Dr. Ashutosh se kahiye. Main ab aaj aur padhai nahin karoongi,” Ashutosh was having dinner with Nidhi’s family and had asked her to complete the chapter she was studying on the same day.

“Baba kuchh nahin bolenge Nidhi. Humne exam se pahle sab kuchh revise karne ka plan banaya hai uske hisaab se tumhein aaj woh chapter khatam karna hai.”

“Main pak gayi hoon padh padh kar.”

“To thodi der relax kar lo. Phir padh lena.”

“Baba! Please…”

“Bhai. Mujhe nahin maaloom ki tum logon ne kya plan banaya tha. Aur mujhe doctori ki padhai ke baare mein kuchh nahin pata hai. To main is jhagde mein nahin padne waala,” Baba bailed himself out.

“Right Baba,” Ashutosh gave Nidhi a triumphant look.

“Haan theek hai,” Nidhi was not going to give up, “Aap to abhi ghar chale jayenge. Phir Baba to check karne nahin waale ki main kya kar rahi hoon.”

“Main tab tak yahan se hil nahin raha jab tak tum apna chapter khatam nahin kar leti. Aur agar kal main der se utha aur hospital jaane mein der hui to uski moral responsibility aapki hogi Dr. Nidhi Verma.”

Nidhi pouted.

“Are… Rohan beta. Aaj itni der kaise ho gayi?” Dadi Bua asked as Rohan entered the dining room.

“Woh. Dadi Bua. Kuchh kaam tha. Dar-asal main office ke baad kuchh ghar dekhne chala gaya tha.”

“Ghar?” Baba was surprised, “Lekin tumhari posting final ho gayi hai kya?”

“Uncle. Officially to final nahin hui hai. Lekin woh log koi date bhi nahin de rahe hain. To I think uske liye rukne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Aisi kya jaldbaazi hai beta. Aur agar ghar dekhne bhi the to akele kyon chale gaye. Tumhein kahan pata hai kuchh shahar ke baare mein,” Dadi Bua said, “Nidhi ko saath le jaate.”

“Nahin Dadi Bua. Actually main ghar finalize kar aaya hoon. Agle hafte shift ho jaunga.”

“Itni jaldi?”

“Bua,” Baba interevened, “Ye aaj kal ke bachchon ko apni privacy bahut pyari hoti hai. Rohan tumhein yahan koi taqleef ho rahi hai?”

“Are nahin Uncle. Maine kaha na – woh log koi final date bata nahin rahe the ki posting change hogi ya nahin. To maine bas socha ki office ke paas shift ho jaun. Travel ka time bachega aur thakaan bhi kam hogi.”

“Chalo theek hai. Aao khana khao.”

Nidhi didn’t say anything during the entire conversation. She and Ashutosh exchanged glances silently.

“Tumne Rohan se kuchh kaha tha?” Ashutosh asked when they walked to her room after dinner.

“Use ghar se jaane ke liye nahin kaha tha.”

“Phir?”

“Dr. Ashutosh. Maine usse sirf ye kaha tha ki hamari saari feelings reciprocate honi zaroori nahin hain. Aur agar feelings reciprocate nahin hoti hain, to unhein kissi par thopna bhi sahi nahin hai. I guess he understood.”

Ashutosh smiled, “You express yourself very well Nidhi.”

“Thank you. Agar Baba ne mujhe zabardasti doctor nahin banaya hota to main poet hoti.”

“I am sorry. Lekin abhi tumhari kismat mein poetry nahin, Endocrinology ka aadhaa bacha hua chapter hai.”

Nidhi pouted, but opened her book to study.

—

To be continued