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Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 4

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“Anji. Aaj Dr. Ashutosh ke ward mein mera aakhiri din tha. Ab hopefully Dr. Mallika mujh par raham karengi aur meri duty jaldi unke saath nahin lagayengi,” Nidhi happily informed Anji when she reached home.

“Are wah! Ye to ekdum party karne waali baat hai yaar. Aur Baba ne bhi Daddy ko mana liya hai, meri job ke liye.”

“Sach! Phir to bilkul party karne ki banti hai yaar. Disco chalein?”

“Chal.”

Nidhi had Anji had just started the car, when Nidhi’s mobile phone rang. She was surprised to see that it was from Dr. AShutosh.

“Hello Sir.”

“Dr. Nidhi. I want you in the hospital right now.”

“Lekin Sir…”

“Right now!” he said and disconnected the phone.

“Inhein ab kya ho gaya? Daantne ka quota poora nahin hua kya poore week mein?”

“Kya hua Nidhi?” Anji asked.

“Pata nahin yaar. Dr. Ashutosh ne hospital aane ko kaha hai.”

“Abhi? Teri duty to…”

“Koi nahin Anji. Hum hospital se hote hue disco chalenge.”

“Okay.”

—

“Aaye haye Dr. Nidhi. Kahan ki taiyaari kar ke kahan aa gayi hain aap?” Dr. Rangnath found her in the reception. She was decked up to go to disco.

“Meri duty khatam ho chuki hai Dr. Rangnath. Lekin achanak se Dr. Ashutosh ka phone aaya…”

“Ohh! To woh aap thi,” Rangnath became serious.

“Kya matlab?”

“Woh bed number four ke patient ko injection dena tha… Aapne diya tha?”

“Woh to maine… Oh my God!” Nidhi’s eyes widened in horror, “Woh bahut ro raha tha. Maine socha ki thodi der mein de doongi aur phir main bhool gayi…”

“Uska relapse ho gaya hai. Dr. Ashutosh hain uske saath ICU mein. Jaaiye aap.”

“Nidhi main rukti hoon tere saath. Ghabra mat,” Anji offered her help.

Rangnath had noticed Anji, but it was hardly the time for introductions.

“Nahin Anji. Mujhe shayad yahin runka pade. Tu ghar chali ja.”

“Are you sure?”

“Haan. Tu ja aur ghar par inform kar dena ki main subah hi wapas aaungi,” Nidhi walked towards ICU in a daze.

“Oh! Car ki chaabhi to Nidhi ke paas rah gayi,” Anji exclaimed after Nidhi had left.

Rangnath saw his chance, “Hello Anji ji. Main Dr. Rangnath. Is hospital ka senior administrator.”

“Hello Dr. Rangnath,” Anji smiled courteously.

“Main aapko ghar chhod deta lekin unfortunately ye sahi samay nahin hai. Kaash aapse kissi aur waqt mulaaquaat hui hoti to…”

“Aap chinta mat kijiye. Main taxi le loongi.”

“Chaliye main aapko taxi dilwa deta hoon.”

“Uski zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Are kaise nahin hai. Taxi waale kitna lootte hain yahan. Main aas paas ke saare taxi waalon ko jaanta hoon. Sahi kiraya tay karwa doonga. Chaliye.”

Anji had to accept his hospitality.

Rangnath found out from Anji that she was an interior designer while they were waiting for the taxi. Anji was irritated with his flirtatious behaviour and sighed in relief after she found the taxi and left.

—

Nidhi looked on as Dr. Ashutosh struggled with the child in ICU. He was having difficulty breathing. It was after half an hour that his condition showed some imrpovement and hope. Ashutosh gave the instructions to a nurse for administration of oxygen, medicines and injections for the night. Then he walked towards the door. Nidhi was standing there. His dagger eyes made her tremble.

“Apna munh saaf kijiye aur mere office mein aaiye,” Ashutosh told her

—

“Dr. Nidhi. Aakhir aap chahti kya hain?” Ashutosh thundered, “Aapko pata tha na ki us bachche ki halat kitni critical thi. Hamari teen dinon ke mehnat ke baad uski condition improve hui thi aur aapne… Use wapas maarne mein koi kasar nahin chhodi. Dr. Nidhi. Agar us bachche ko kuchh ho jaata hai to remember this. I won’t call it a natural death. I will call it a murder.”

Nidhi gulped hard. Burdened by guilt, remorse and scared for the life of the child, she was in no position to defend herself or say anything. She walked out from his office teary eyed. She was not a murderer. This should not have happened at her hands.

She walked into the ICU room the patient was lying in. She took a look at his charts and sat by his bedside. The nurse was around to take care of the patient. But she herself administered him all the medicines and injections for the night.

Ashutosh walked back into the hospital at 6 in the morning after two hours of sleep at home. He came across the nurse and asked, “Sister. Aapne us patient ko saari dawaiyan di thi.”

“Ji Dr. Nidhi ne khud di hain.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Ashutosh entered the room and saw that Nidhi had fallen asleep by the bedside. He was scared for a moment. Did she forget to give some medicine or injection. He checked the chart and realized that she had given him the last injection for the night an hour back. Relieved, he woke her up calmly.

Nidhi woke up all flustered.

“Dr. Verma, please go and freshen up.”

“Yes Sir,” she didn’t even look into his eyes and walked out.

Ashutosh checked the child and found his condition to be satisfactory.

He turned to leave the room when something attracted his notice. A pair of black bead earrings were lying on the bed, the contrast against the white bed-sheet making them very noticeable. He hesitated for a moment and then picked them up.

—

“Baithiye Dr. Verma,” Ashutosh spoke calmly when Nidhi came to his office.

She sat down listlessly. Ashutosh felt bad seeing her condition. Her natural, bubbly self was nowhere to be seen at that moment. She was dying with guilt and her spirits were completely broken. Her eyes was downcast and face fallen.

“Dr. Verma. Aapka patient ab khatre se bahar hai.”

She nodded.

“Ab iske aage aap kya karengi ye faisla aapko karna hai,” the calm manner in which he talked surprised Nidhi. She had come prepared to be blasted some more and probably to be fired, “Ye jo profession hai na, ye doosre professions se alag hai Dr. Verma. Yahan zindagi aur maut ke faisle hote hain. Aur aapki galtiyan doosron ke liye maut to banti hi hain, aapke khud ke liye bhi zindagi bhar ka guilt ban sakti hain. Phir bhi. Hum insaan hain aur insaanon se hi galtiyan hoti hain. Aapne apne hisse ki galti kar li hai. Iske baad aapko khud hi decide karna hai ki aapko is profession mein rahna hai ya nahin. Agar rahna hai to saavdhaani se, discipline se aur man laga kar kaam karna hoga. Aur agar nahin rahna hai to aapki marzi.”

Nidhi didn’t say anything. So, he continued, “Aap samay le lijiye. Soch samajh kar faisla kar lijiye. Aur phir mujhe bata dijiye ki aapko kya karna hai.”

“Yes Sir,” that was the first and the last she spoke that morning. She got up to leave.

“Suniye,” he called her.

She turned back to see him handing her an envlope, “Ye shayad aapki kuchh cheezein hain.”

She was about to ask what it was, but checked herself. She took the envelop and came out of the room. Her hands automatically went to her ears when the ear rings came out of the envelop. Dr. Ashutosh cared to pick up her ear-rings from the patient’s bed and give it back to her? She was feeling surprised… and something more. But she could not put her fingers on what it was.

—

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 3

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Nidhi had to grudgingly admit that she was mighty scared of Ashutosh. She couldn’t figure out why. At best he would dismiss her. She would be happy about it. Then why was she scared? There was something in his personality that was terrifying. She could not put her fingers on what it was.

‘Kaise handle karoongi,’ she thought and then hers and Anji’s conversation with Baba from earlier came to her mind. Don’t looks into his eyes, she told herself.

“So, Dr. Verma. Aapki problem kya hai?”

“Meri problem Sir? Mujhe to koi problem nahin hai.”

“Problem nahin hai to aapk itni galtiyan kyon karti rahti hain?”

“Woh Sir. Haan, woh meri problem hai. Kya hai na ki main is profession ke layak hi nahin hoon. Aap mujhe is job se nikaal kyon nahin dete?”

“Woh mera faisla hoga. Waise aap kyon chahti hain ki aapko job se nikaal diya jaye?”

“Sir. Yahan galtiyan nahin kar sakte na.”

“To mat kijiye galtiyan.”

“Lekin Sir. Mujhse galtiyan bahut hoti hain.”

“Theek hai. To woh mera kaam hai dekhna ki aap galtiyan karna chhod dein. Waise…” Ashutosh tried to ignore it, but she had managed to distract him again by her antics, “Aapki aankhon mein koi problem hai?”

“Aankhon mein problem? Nahin to Sir.”

“To aap meri taraf dekh kar baat kyon nahin kar rahi hain.”

“Aisa kuchh nahin hai Sir,” She looked at him for a second, then again started looking elsewhere. She moved her eyes all round and said, “Dekhiye main kahin bhi dekh sakti hoon.”

Ashutosh sighed. Was she trying to play too smart? He would talk to her in her language then. He dialed a number from the landline, “Dr. Fernandes, can you please come to my office for a minute?”

“Aap Dr. Fernandes ko kyon bula rahe hain?”

“Eye surgean hain woh…”

“Jaanti hoon, isliye to poochh rahi hoon.”

“Abhi pata chal jayega.”

Dr. John Fernandes had entered the room by then.

“Yes. Dr. Ashutosh.”

“Dr. Fernandes. Meet Dr. Nidhi Verma. Children’s ward mein intern hain.”

John and Nidhi shook hands and exchanged formalities.

“It seems Dr. Verma thodi problem mein hain apni aankhon ko le kar. Kya aap quick check kar sakte hain?”

“Okay. Sure,” John said in a rather unsure tone. Is that what Ashutosh had called him about, “Lekin machines to examination room mein hain.”

“Woh bhi ho jaayega. Lekin aap ek baar manually check kar lijiye. Ye lijiye – mere paas torch bhi hai.”

John realized that Ashutosh was not really serious about the examination. So, he played along. He used the torch to supposedly examine Nidhi’s eyes and then declared that her eye-sight was perfect.

“Are you sure Dr. Fernandes? Agar surgery wagerah ki zaroorat ho to interns ka ilaaj bhi hamare hospital mein free mein ho jaata hai.”

John suppressed his chuckle and managed to appear serious, “I think iski koi zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Main jaun, Sir?” Nidh was really befuddled by now.

“Yes. In Ward No. 3A.”

“Right Sir.”

“Ye kya ho raha tha Ashutosh?” John asked laughing after Nidhi left.

“Kuchh nahin,” Ashutosh did not join him in his laughter, “Har baar jab naye interns aate hain to koi na koi problem case hota hi hai. She is the one this time.”

“Come on Ashutosh,” Mallika also came into his office just then. She was done with her rounds, “Paanch minute ki deri ke liye tumne subah se use pareshaan kar rakha hai. Interns ke liye koi ICU ya emergency ka patient thode hi na wait kar raha tha.”

“Mallika. Zimmedariyon ka ahsaas abhi se nahin hua to aage bhi nahin hoga.”

John and Mallika exchanged a glance which said that Ashutosh was incorrigible.

—

“Nidhi. Baba ka idea flop tha.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“Maine try kiya na Dr. Ashutosh ke saath.”

“Daddy ke saath bhi work nahin kiya.”

“Main Baba se iska badla loongi. Itna bekaar idea diya unhone.”

“Kya buraiyaan kar rahi ho tum log meri,” Baba interrupted their crib session.

“Baba. Aapne kaha tha na ki agar kissi se dar lage to usse baat karte samay uski aankhon mein nahin dekhna chahiye,” Nidhi sprang out of her bed and came towards Baba.

“Haan.”

“Lekin aapne ye nahin kaha tha ki woh insaan aapki aakhon ka operation bhi karwa sakta hai.”

“Solanki kaise aankhon ka operation karwa sakta hai.”

“Uncle nahin karwa sakte, Dr. Ashutosh to karwa sakte hain na.”

“Ab kya kiya tumhare boss ne.”

“Baba. Rahne dijiye. Ab main sab yaad kar ke apna mood nahin kharaab karna chahti. Aap Anji ki problem solve kijiye.”

“Nahin maana tumhara baap?”

“Aapka idea hi flop tha. Aankhon mein dekho ya na dekho, unhein mujhe darana aata hai. Please chal kar baat kijiye na.”

“Chalo bhai. Tumhari problem bhi nibtate hain. Nidhi to khud hi problem hai. Ab apni beti ko to main nahin nibta sakta.”

“Baba!”

—

The next couple of days passed in relative peace for Nidhi. Ashutosh did not get any chance to scold her. Unknown to her, Ashutosh had been observing her keenly. And he liked what he saw, when she wasn’t making mistakes.

She had a senstivity towards people which as a doctor Ashutosh thought one had to learn to give up. If one keeps getting affected by everyone’s pain, it could easily lead to insanity. It was important to detach oneself from it to be able to cure it professionally and effectively.

But with Nidhi, at least when she was with kids, this sensitivity did not seem to reduce her effectiveness. Kids cried less while taking injections or eating tasteless sick food, because she would often make a game out of these activities for them.

—

Nidhi parked her car in the first free spot she could find in the hospital parking lot. She was already late. Ashutosh would be ready to burst out on her, she was sure of that. As she rushed into the ward, she was relieved to find that Ashutosh himself had not come by then. How did that happen, she wondered. A nurse informed her that he had to visit a patient at home, so he would be coming late to the hospital. Nidhi thanked her stars and started doing her rounds.

Ashutosh was annoyed to see his parking space occupied. He was getting late. A child was to be operated upon and the surgean wanted him to be there during the surgery as he was the one who had admitted the patient. Everything was ready. Surgean had called him to inform that they were waiting only for him.

He parked his car just behind the already parked car and rushed inside the hospital.

—

“Okay. Accepted. Mujhe Dr. Ashutosh to dar lagta hai,” Priyanka had finally made Nidhi give in and everyone clapped when Nidhi announced that.

“Khush?” Nidhi said irritably to Priyanka, “Chal. Ab is khushi mein kahin bahar ja kar dhang ka khana kha kar aate hain.”

“Tu car le kar aayi hai?”

“Haan.”

“To phir chal,” all four interns who were on the duty decided to go out for lunch.

—

“Offo. Ye car kiski hai. Logon ko parking karni nahin aati kya? Aise khadi kar di hai. Ise nikaalenge kaise?”

“Main security se pata karta hoon, kiski car hai,” Abhijeet offered. He came back with a fallen face, “Nidhi. Tumhari kismat kharaab hai.”

“Tumhein bhi Dr. Rangnath ki beemaari lag gayi Abhijeet. Seedhe seedhe bolo kya baat hai.”

“Ye car Dr. Ashutosh ki hai.”

“Kya?” all of then said in chorus.

“Ab kya karein? Chal kar canteen mein hi khate hain,” Priyanka was sad.

“Are nahin. Unki chaabhi maang kar laate hain aur car hata lete hain. Big deal.” Nidhi said.

“Sure? Unse kaun baat karega?”

“Koi bhi kar lega.”

“Nidhi. Tumhari car hai na. Tumhein baat karni chahiye,” Kabir offered a logical resolution.

“Haan haan. Chalo.”

Dr. Ashutosh’ office was connected to Dr. Rangnath’s. But Dr. Rangnath was not there.

“Dr. Rangnath hote to kam se kam ye to pata chalta ki unka mood kaisa hai.”

“Haan. Aaj subah kissi surgery mein gaye the, to ward bhi nahin aaye. Mujhe bhi nahin pata ki kis mood mein hain,” Nidhi said.

“To ab?”

“Ab kya? Jaati hoon andar. Maar thode hi na daalenge,” Nidhi said. But she hesitated once again before knocking, “Maar bhi sakte hain. Unhein kaun rokega.”

“Ab Ja,” Priyanka almost pushed her.

But Ashutosh was not in his cabin.

“Ab kya karein? Bhookh lag rahi hai. Aur jaldi nahin gaye to phir aane mein bhi der ho jayegi.”

“Yaar. Chabhi hi to leni hai. Jaldi se jakar le leti hoon. Car nikaal kar wapas rakh denge.”

“Sure?”

Nidhi decided to go in and asked all of them to keep an eye out. They were to inform her if Dr. Ashutosh was coming in.

To their shock, Ashutosh came in as soon as Nidhi had entered his room.

“Doctors. Aap log yahan kya kar rahe hain?”

“Woh.. kuchh nahin Sir…”

“Kya?”

“Hum Dr. Ashutosh, I mean Dr. Rangnath se milne aaye the.”

“Lekin woh to ward mein hain.”

“Haan… To hum unse ward mein mil lete hain.”

They all went out. Ashutosh wondered why they were behaving so weird and entered his room.

Nidhi had overheard the conversation between Ashutosh and the interns. But it was too late to escape. Not knowing what to do she looked around for a place to hide in. She hadn’t been able to locate one when the door creeked and Ashutosh entered. In a hurry, Nidhi took his coat lying on his chair, hid herself under it and tried to duck under the table. But Ashutosh had already seen her.

“Dr. Verma?” Ashutosh went towards the side of the table where he had seen her ducking. Unaware that while standing he could see her movements, she tried to crawl around the table to avoid him. But he came around and she suddenly found herself crawling in front of him.

With no other option left, she stood up smiling sheepishly.

“Dr. Verma. Aap yahan kya kar rahi hain?”

“Main? Kuchh… kuchh nahin Sir.”

“Mere office mein kuchh nahin karne ke liye bhi ghusne se pahle meri permission leni hoti hai.”

“Yes… Yes Sir.”

“Hadd ho gayi. Mujhe to lagta tha ki aap sirf kaam-chor hain, lekin…”

“Sir!” Nidhi was shocked, “aap mujhe chor samajh rahe hain. Dekhiye mere paas kuchh nahin hai… Main to…”

“Mujhe kuchh nahin dekhna hai. Aur main aapko chor nahin badtameez kah raha tha. Manners kahan chale gaye hain aapke?”

“Sir. Aap aise kyon kah rahe hain?” Nidhi also became offensive, “Aapki car meri car ke peechhe khadi thi. Mujhe nikaalni thi. Main bas aapki keys lene aayi thi. Main kya karti? Aap the nahin cabin mein.”

“Achchha. To woh aapki car thi. Dr. Nidhi Verma, aapko pata hai ki Junior doctors ke liye parking space alag se designated hai.”

Nidhi stuck her tongue out as she realized that she might have encroached upon Ashutosh’ designated parking spot. Her mistake again!

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“Dhyaan rakhiyega aage se. Ye lijiye chabhi. Gaadi nikaliye aur apni gaadi sahi jagah park kijiye.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Out Now.”

“Yes Sir.” Nidhi started going out.

“Suniye.”

Nidhi turned back all scared, “Ye coat aapko fit nahin aa raha.” Nidhi had forgotten all about the coat that was still on her shoulders. She smiled sheepishly again and fumbling with the keys, her handbag, her own doctor’s coat and his coat, finally managed to put his coat back on the table.

Ashutosh frowned as she did that. But after she left, he could not help a slight smile. ‘Pagal hai ye ladki,’ he thought to himself.

—

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 2

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“Nidhiiiii” Anji came to her room screaming.

“Kaan phaad daalegi kya. Kya hua hai?”

“Tujhe meri koi chinta bhi hai?”

“Pahle apni jaan ki chinta kar loon, phir teri bhi kar loongi.”

“Teri jaan ko kya hua? Ab to tu practising doctor hai. Apni jaan to bacha hi legi.”

“Lekin jab doctor hi khoon ke pyaase hon tab kissi ka kya ho sakta hai?”

“To doctor bani hai ya Dracula. Khoon ki pyaasi kyon ho rahi hai?”

“Khoon ki pyaasi main nahin Dr. Ashutosh hain. Hamare boss.”

“Kya hua Nidhi? Aaj to tera pahle din tha. Kuchh gadbad ho gayi kya?”

“Anji. Gadbad to mera doctor banna hi tha. Ab jo ho raha hai woh uska natural outcome hai.”

“Tu na to doctor bani hai, na Dracula. Mujhe lagta hai to dukh aur gham mein poetess ban gayi hai. Ab saaf saaf bata ki hua kya?”

“Kuchh nahin yaar. Ye hamare boss bade hi khadoos type ke insaan hain. Pata nahin unko life mein problem kya hai. Pata hai, unhein sab Dr. Hardstone bulate hain.”

Anji laughed, “Bada cheeky naam hai.”

“Khair chhod. Ab to ye roz ki kahani hone waali hai. Tu bata. Tujhe kya hua?”

“Arre yaar! Daddy mujhe job nahin accept karne de rahe hain.”

“Kyon?”

“Kyonki unke hisaab se unki beti ko mistri nahin banna chahiye. Balki unke saath business mein haath bantana chahiye.”

“Mistri??” It was Nidhi’s turn to laugh, “Bada hi cheeky naam hai, interior designer ke liye.”

“Nidhi. Mazaak ka time nahin hai. Kuchh kar.”

“Ek hi insaan hai jo kuchh kar sakta hai.”

“I know. Baba. Chal na – unhein is kaam ke liye taiyaar karne mein teri madad chahiye hogi.”

“Chal.”

—

“Baba. Aapko Anji ki madad karni hi hogi, warna main apni internship se resign kar doongi. Aur phir gayi meri doctori bhaad mein.”

“Apne hi baap ko blackmail kar rahi ho. He bhagwaan. Meri parwarish mein aisi kya kasar rah gayi?”

“Kasar ye rah gayi Baba ki aapne mere andar ke poet ko maar kar ek doctor bana diya. Ab bhugatiye.”

“Tum logon ne woh kahawat nahin suni hai – Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.”

“To?”

“Arre. Anji beta. Tumhari to tumahre Daddy ke saath roz-roz ki struggle hai. Pahle Arts padhne ke liye thi, aaj job karne ke liye hai, aage kissi aur cheez ke liye hogi.”

“To? Aap meri madad nahin karenge?”

“To main tumhein apni madad karne ke liye khud taiyaar kar doonga.”

“Woh kaise?”

“Tum apne Daddy se baat kyon nahin karti?”

“Unke saamne jaate hi meri to jabaan hi munh mein kahin chipak jaati hai Baba, itna dar jo jaati hoon.”

“Haan. To ek kaam karo.”

“Kya?”

“Uski aankhon mein mat dekho.”

“Usse kya hoga?”

“Aankhon mein nahin dekhogi, to uska gussa tumhein dikhyi nahin dega. Phir bilkul bhi dar nahin lagega.”

“Sach?” Anji was skeptical.

“Bilkul sach.”

“Chaliye ye bhi try kar ke dekhti hoon.”

—

“Dr. Mallika. How are the interns doing? Maine socha ki ek baar dekhta chaloon.” Ashutosh saw Mallika briefing the interns on their duties for the day and came in to the room.

“They are doing fine, Dr. Ashutosh.”

“Good,” he was about to leave when Nidhi came in.

Mallika shook her head knowing about the storm that was about to hit the room. Nidhi really had to barge in just then?

“Dr. Verma?” Ashutosh looked at her questioningly.

“Good… Good Morning Sir.”

“You are late.”

“Late? No Sir. Reporting time to aath baje ka hai.”

“Abhi aath bajkar paanch minute ho rahe hain.”

“Sir, aap bhi achcha mazaak kar lete hain,” Nidhi smiled broadly, “Paanch minute ke liye…”

“Dr. Verma. Main koi mazaak nahin kar raha hoon. Ye profession koi mazaak nahin hai.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Dr. Mallika. Ward No. 3A mein aaj kis intern ki duty hai?”

“Dr. Sonali ki.”

“Exchange it with Dr. Nidhi Verma’s. And for next one week, she is going to be posted in that ward only.”

“Okay Dr. Ashutosh.”

“Dr. Verma. I want to see you there in five minutes. Not a second late,” he glared at her and left. It was then that she realized that she was to work with Ashutosh for next one week. She cursed her luck, while Sonali sighed in relief from not having to face Dr. Ashutosh.

“Well Dr. Nidhi. You had it coming. Sorry – can’t help. If possible behave yourself in his ward and keep away from trouble,” Dr. Mallika sympathetically patted her shoulder, “Now go there quickly.”

“Yes Ma’m.”

—

“Dr. Gupta, how is Nishant doing?” Ashutosh enquired a resident doctor on duty in the ward.

“He is improving, Sir. His blood pressure is under control.”

“Dr. Verma, take the briefing of the case from Dr. Gupta. His duty is about to be over. The patient will be under your observation for the rest of the day.”

“Okay Sir.”

“But first check his condition. Heart-beats, pulse, blood-pressure etc.”

“Right Sir,” her hands went around her neck to get the stethoscope, when she realized that she had forgotten it at home in hurry. Dr. Gupta saw her fidgeting and tried to discreetly hand her his own stethoscope, but it did not escape Ashutosh’ notice.

“Aapka stethoscope kahan hai?”

“Woh Sir. Galti se ghar par chhoot gaya.”

“Galti se? Ghar par chhoot gaya? Aur aap yahan kaise pahunch gayi? Aap ek doctor hain. Galti se aaj aapki car ka accident nahin hua. Galti se aaj aapko koi chot nahin lagi. Lekin galti se aapka stethoscope ghar par chhoot gaya. This is heights of carelessless and unprofessionalism.”

Ashutosh didn’t care that all the patients, doctors and other staff in the ward were staring at Nidhi, who was feeling mortified at the humiliation.

“Dr. Gupta,” Ashutosh addressed him next, “Aap kissi aur on-duty doctor ko hand over kar dijiye. And Dr. Verma. Please see me in my office in fifteen minutes.”

He walked off to check another patient leaving Nidhi embarrassed and confused. She ran out of the ward blinking back her tears.

Dr. Ranghnath found her in the common room, “Kya baat hai? Ye chaand par aise badal kyon chhaye hue hain? Ye phool subah subah kyon murjha gaya?”

“Dr. Rangnath. Please. Main abhi aapki poetic baaton ke mood mein bilkul nahin hoon,” Nidhi was irritated.

“Let me guess, let me guess. Subah subah Dr. Hardstone ke darshan ho gaye hain aapko aur jwalamukhi fat pada.”

Nidhi just made a face to confirm and did not say anything.

“Arre to phir dukhi hone ki zaroorat nahin hai. Aapko to khush hona chahiye. Kyonki jwalamukhi ke fatne ke baad to maine wahan se laashein aati hi dekhi hain. Aap to zinda hai, sahi salaamat hain. Aur woh kahte hain na ki that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

Nidhi sighed and got up to leave.

“Are kahan chali aap?”

“Thoda aur majboot banne. Dr. Ashutosh ke office.”

“Itni utaawali ke saath maine to kissi ko suicide karte nahin dekha hai.”

“Gun point par suicide karwaya ja raha ho to koi kya kare.”

“Ah! To woh aapse milna chahte hain.”

“Ji. Aur agar main late ho gayi to phir se duniya ke saare patients ki jaan khatre mein pad jayegi. To main chalti hoon.”

“Good luck.”

—

To be continued

 

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 1

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Read Author’s Note in the previous post 🙂

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“Good morning doctors,” Dr. Ashutosh Mathur welcomed the new interns to his ward in a professional uptight tone.

“Good morning, Sir,” came the reply in chorus as if it was a school classroom.

“Let’s have a quick round of introductions please. Starting from left.”

“Priyanka.”

“Abhijeet.”

“Sonali.”

“Nidhi.”

“Kabir”

“Kamal”

“Great! I am Dr. Ashutosh, in-charge of children’s ward at Dr. Kotnis General Hospital. Dr. Rangnath se aap log pahle se hi touch mein rahe honge. He is the senior administrator of our ward. Dr. Mallika, senior doctor. She would be responsible for assigning your duties. Clear?”

A few ‘yes’es and other nods came his way, after which he continued, “Aaj se aap log apne professional life ki practice mein utarne ja rahe hain. Hamare profession mein hamare haath mein zindagi aur maut hoti hai. Yahan mistakes ki, carelessness ki ya inefficiency ki koi gunjaish nahin hoti hai. Aur khaas kar ke is ward mein bilkul nahin. So, imaandaari aur mehnat se aap apna kaam karein. Dr. Verma? Aap itne dhyaan se kya note kar rahi hain?”

Ashutosh had tried to ignore Dr. Nidhi Verma doodling on her notebook, but it was too distracting and finally he had snapped.

“Woh… Sir… Wahi jo aap bata rahe the. Imaandaari aur mehnat se…”

Ashutosh gave her a sharp look and took the notebook away from her. She bit her lips at being caught. Ashutosh found a badly sketched face, which was probably his. He threw the notebook in the dustbin and without glancing again at either the dustbin or Nidhi, continued with his introduction and instructions for the interns.

Nidhi looked at Priyanka, who, in turn, was giving her a “I-had-told-you-so” look. Nidhi and Priyanka had been together at the medical college. They were happy, when both got the internship offer from Dr. Kotnis General Hospital together. They could keep each other company. Nidhi had jumped with joy, when she had seen that their posting was in the children’s ward.

“Wow! Priyanka. Bas ye hi ek cheez sahi hui hai mere saath. Children’s ward mein posting. Medicine mein to mujhe interest nahin tha. Lekin bachche mujhe bahut achche lagte hain.”

“Bachche achchhe lagte hain to shaadi kar ke paida kar leti. Children’s ward mein posting achcha idea nahin hai. Tuhje pata hai Dr. Ashutosh Mathur India wapas aa gaye hain aur children’s ward ke in-charge ban gaye hain phir se.”

“Woh kaun hain?”

“Terror.”

“Mujhe nahin pata tha ki wards ke in-charge terrorists hote hain.”

“Main mazaak nahin kar rahi hoon. Meri ek cousin ne kuchh saal pahle yahan Dr. Ashutosh ke under internship ki thi. Bata rahi thi ki khud bhi workohalic hain aur poori duniya se waise hi kaam karwate hain. Aur agar kissi se zara si bhi galti ho jaye, to uski khair nahin.”

“Achchha!” Priyanka had managed to scare her, at least for a while.

Nidhi came out of her thoughts, when Ashutosh announced that it was time to take their first visit to the ward. Dr. Mallika also accompanied them.

—

“Dr. Verma,” Ashutosh lost his cool with her again in the ward. While he was explaining the case of a patient, an eight years old girl, to the interns, Nidhi was busy talking in gestures to the patient. Her mischievous smile disappeared when she heard his voice.

“Yes Sir.”

“Kya administer kar rahe hain is pateint ko.”

“Sir, Zofran.”

“Frequency?”

“6-hourly Sir.”

“Okay,” he was surprised that she had been listening to him even while busy in her silent tete-a-tete with the child.

—

“Nidhi. Teri ye shaitaaniyan na Medical college mein chal jaati thi. Kyonki classes bunk kar ke aur class mein so kar bhi tere number theek thaak aa jate the. Yahan Dr. Ashutosh ke saamne tu thoda bach kar hi rah.”

“Dekh Priyanka. Mujhse aisi roni si surat bana kar nahin raha jaata. Kya farq padta hai yaar? Zyada se zyada nikaal hi denge na.”

“Arre. Nikaal hi denge matlab? Tujhe koi fikr nahin hai?”

“Tujhe pata hai na. Mujhe ye doctor-woctor nahin banna tha. Sirf Baba ki zidd ki wajah se main yahan hoon. Ab Baba to mujhe resign karne nahin denge. Hamesha Mummy ko le kar emotionally blackmail kar hi lenge mujhe. Lekin agar Dr. Ashutosh hi mujhe nikaal dein, to phir Baba kya kar paayenge, haan?” Nidhi’s eyes brightened like that of child who has been promised her favourite toy.

“Tu pagal hai Nidhi. Itne saal mehnat kar ke padhai karne ke baad profession ko aise hi chhodna chahti hai.”

Their conversation was interrupted by another intern who reminded them that the break was over and Dr. Ashutosh was expecting them back in the ward.

—

Ashutosh entered the ward to see the other interns discussing cases of patients amongst themselves. Nidhi, however, was busy playing with a kid. He shook his head in disbelief. How the hell did the hospital manage to hire her? He was about to chide her for what she was doing when he saw her picking up the glass of milk from the table and making the kid drink it. He stopped in his tracks. He recalled that this particular boy always created a fuss in drinking milk. If he was ready to scold for unprofessionalism, he was also ready to praise for a job well done. So, he approached her with an intention to complement her, “Dr. Verma.”

Nidhi, however, got startled on hearing his voice. She almost jumped away from the patient’s bed and dropped the now empty glass of milk on the floor. The sound it created had everyone looking at them. Not only that, as she turned around, she hit the table by mistake and dropped a medicine bottle.

Ashutosh hit his forehead in frustration.

“Sorry Sir. Main ye… ye saaf karwati hoon. Aap kuchh kah rahe the?”

“Never mind. Aap ye sab saaf karwaiye. Aur dhyaan rakhiye. Itna shor patients ki need kharaab kar sakta hai.”

“Yes Sir,” she ran out of the ward to call the housekeeping staff.

—

“Wah, wah! Dr. Nidhi. Aap to pahle hi din se chha gayi hain,” Dr. Rangnath had joined the interns in the common room during the tea break. He was the one who had helped her locate the housekeeping staff to clean the mess she had created in the ward.

“Dr. Rangnath. Aapko mazaak soojh raha hai. Meri to jaan nikal gayi thi.”

“Nikalni bhi chahiye. Agar aap aise medicines gira gira kar barbaad karti rahengi, to pahle patients ki aur phir aapki jaan nikalni hi chahiye.”

“Arre. Aapko medicine ki padi hai. Main la doongi ek bottle aapke store ke liye kal. Dr. Ashutosh ne jaise mera naam liya, usse meri jaan nikal gayi thi. Daantne hi aaye honge. Achchha hi hua medicine gir gayi. At least unka dhyaan daantne se to hata.”

“Wonderful. Wonderful. I like your positive attitude. Dr. Ashutosh ko survive karne ke liye iski zaroorat hoti hai. Agar aapka ye attitude Dr. Ashutosh, also known as Dr. Hardstone, ko survive kar jaaye to.”

“Waise Nidhi. Tujhe kissi se finally dar lagne laga?” Priyanka teased her.

“Kyon? Kya ye kissi se darti nahin?” One of the other interns asked.

“Ab tak to yahi claim tha. Lekin I think…”

“Lekin kya? Lekin kya?” Nidhi interjected, “Main ab bhi kissi se nahin darti.”

“Achchha! To aise badhawaas kyon ho gayi thi Dr. Ashutosh ke aane se.”

“Woh.. woh dar ki wajah se nahin hua tha,” Nidhi said unconvincingly. Then an alibi struck her, “Woh to main bas chaunk gayi thi achanak unki aawaaz sun kar.”

“Achchha!” Priyanka chuckled.

“Aapka pahla din to kaafi evenful raha. Aur kaafi lucky bhi. Jwalamujhi ke itna kareeb se ho kar aa gayi aap, par woh aap par fata nahin. Aage se zara saawdhaan rahein.”

“Thanks for your advice Dr. Rangnath. But Dr. Ashutosh bhi insaan hi hain. Jwalamukhi nahin ki yun hi fat jayen.”

—

To be continued

Animalistic Urge (Part 3)

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

Next evening at around 4 ‘o clock, Maan sent Geet a message, “Tumhare liye 15 minute mein gaadi bhej raha hoon.”

She replied back, “Kahan ja rahe hain hum? Taiyaar hone ka to time dijiye.”

“Uski zaroorat nahin hai. Jo ghar mein pahan rakha hai wahi pahan kar aa jao.”

Geet was confused but happy that for once she does not have to worry about what to wear while going out with him. Driver left her at one of the poshest hotels in the city. Maan was there to receive her when she got down. She looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled and reassured her with his typical blink. Then he took her hands and walked to the reception. They had a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Khurana. Receptionist gave him room keys in duplicate. Maan handed one of the keys to Geet and asked her to go to the room. He would join her in sometime.

Geet entered the suite that was reserved for them. The room she entered into had an entire beauty parlour set up. She looked around and saw a beautiful, pink bridal lehanga in the wardrobe. She wasn’t sure what to do. Just then she heard the doorbell and opened it to find some uniformed girls.

“Ma’m – hum log hotel ke salon se hain. Mr. Khurana ne aapko taiyaar hone mein help karne ke liye hamein bheja hai.”

“Oh! Theek hai. Aaiye.”

It took them close to three hours to do the entire bridal make-up for After she was ready, the girls took her to the other room of the suite, which was connected by a door to this one. Geet got another surprise when she found the entire room decorated with flowers just like their room on their wedding night was.

With her own make-up and dress, the room, and now the anticipation, she felt like she was reliving her wedding night all over again. And then it occured to her. That is what he wanted. He wanted her to live their wedding night fully, which both of them had spent anxiously. A smiled spread on her lips. So, she should play along as well. She had been roaming around in the room feeling confused till now. But now she climbed on the bed and sat there, waiting for her man – for their suhaag raat. Just like she had done on the night of their wedding.

Maan had entered from the other room and had already reached the connecting door when Geet was climbing on the bed. He was stunned by how she looked. Pink really suited her very well. He patted himself mentally for making the right choice. He had the lehanga stitched a few days back, precisely for the day that was finally here. He could keep it a surprise from her, because he had her measurements from the wedding dresses.

Geet did not realize that he was watching her, as she sat down on the bed, settled her lehnaga and dupatta properly, put her arms around her legs folded at the knees and waited. Waited for him to come and consume her, make her his own!

He smiled seeing her prepare. Somehow watching her settling down on the bed felt a very intimate sight to him. Something that the groom was not normally supposed to see. But he did. With his Geet, nothing was out of bounds. She did not need to pretend in front of him. He could and would know everything about her. He felt a rush of blood in his body at this thought. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. They had the entire night in front of them. And it was not to be just about him, but about her and him, about them.

When Geet saw him standing at the door. She became anxious and fidgeted despite her best attempts to remain calm. Maan noticed this. He moved towards her slowly and sat beside her on the bed.

She shivered when he placed his hand on her shoulder, surprising even herself. His touch was not so new to her now. She was used to his closeness, his touch, his breathings and yet – probably there was something in this wedding night arrangement that made her feel shy like a traditional new bride expecting to meet her husband for the first time. For some reason she also felt very nervous. It showed on her face and it did not escape Maan’s notice.

He asked in a very concerned, but also very seductive voice, “Dar lag raha hai Geet?”

She felt awkward, but did not lie. Just nodded in positive.

He smiled patronizingly, “Mujhse dar lag raha hai?”

She was not looking at him and did not see him smiling. She thought she might have offended him. So, she hastened to clarify, “Nahin… aapse nahin… woh…” She looked up at him and her voice drowned.

“Agar lag raha hai, to achchha hi hai. Lagna bhi chahiye. Aaj tak jitni shararatein tumne ki hain, un sab ka badla main lene waala hoon tumse aaj raat. Samjhi tum?” He had taken the dupatta off her head.

His words were threatening and his voice was seductively demanding. Geet’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she seriously wondered if she will survive his passion and demands for the night. But then she took a deep breath and relaxed. Why was she getting scared? This was Maan, her Maan. He always keeps her well-being before his own. She can safely let herself be drowned in his desires and passion. He will take care of everything. She closed her eyes and let this feeling of complete submission sink into her. It calmed her nerves and she was now looking forward to their night togehter with expectations.

She felt, absorbed and internalized his every touch as he took off her maang-teeka, followed by the necklaces. He placed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed his hand along her neck. Even those simple touches sent pleasant sensations through her body. She sighed. Her eyes were still closed. Maan did not like it. He wanted to be able to see in her eyes the sweet torture he would inflict on her through out the night. He wanted to be able to see her nervousness, shyness, excitement and pleasure. And where could he see all of these better than her eyes.

“Aankhein kholo Geet. Aaj ki raat wahi hoga jo main chahunga. Aur agar tumne aankhein band ki to mujhse bura koi nahin hoga.”

She opened her eyes. Maan sighed looking at them. What was there in those innocent eyes that had been driving him crazy since the first time he saw her? He wondered whether for the sake of his own sanity, he should let her close her eyes. But he pulled himself together. The temptation to see her entire being in her eyes was too strong, too intoxicating to be foregone.

He then restarted his task of de-accesorizing her. He took off her earrings one by one and licked and bit her bare earlobes. Geet’s eyes closed, but she remembered what he had told her and opened them before he moved back and looked at them. He saw her nervousness and excitement in her eyes and a very slight smiled crossed his lips.

He turned towards her feet and took off her payal. He massaged the muscles around her ankles. It relaxed and aroused her at the same time. Once again she had to put in conscious effort to keep her eyes open. Left to themselves, the would close immediately. Maan saw her struggle and smirked when she was not looking at him. Next he removed her bangles and then rings from her fingers. As he bared her hands, he took them between his own and pressed them in a way that conveyed his assurance, protection, desire, passion and demands at the same time. Geet was getting overwhelmed.

His hands went to her shoulders to free her dupatta form the pins which were holding it to her blouse. Geet gasped when he slipped his fingers inside her blouse at her shoulder. He took the pin out from both sides of her blouse deftly and removed the dupatta. He threw it on the floor. There was no way she could have reached it. She kept herself from closing her eyes, but could not look at him either. Her eyes were downcast. He had seen her in semi-dressed state earlier too, but this moment was different. She felt very vulnerable and her folded legs instinctively moved towards her upper body in an attempt to cover her. But he stopped her by touching her knees and instead of allowing her to curl up, he pushed her to lie down on the bed.

He planted a kiss on her exposed belly and said, “Baby! Aapke Papa aapki Mamma ko thoda pareshaan karne waale hain aaj. Thoda nahin, kaafi saara. Lekin aapko ghabrane ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Mamma ko bhi achchha hi lagega. Waise bhi ye unki shararaton ki hi punishment hai. Aap aaram se so jaiye.”

Then he looked at Geet with eyes that seemed to tell her that he would eat her up there and then. She gathered her crumbling will power together and asked him in a broken and weak voice, “Aap.. baar baar… mujhe… darane ki… koshish kyon kar…”

He bent down and kissed her right arms several times before replying, “Main tumhein darane ki koshish nahin kar raha hoon Geet. Bas wahi kah raha hoon jo main karne waala hoon.”

She swallowed hard. Maan made her lie on her stomach and started kissing her on the spine starting from the small of her back. She fought to keep herself calm, but he just seemed to know how to drive her crazy. As he reached close to her blouse, she untied the multiple doris that were holding it in place, exposing her upper back too for him to devour. He continued the assault with his lips, tongue and teeth on her nape, sides of the neck and the shoulders.

She completely lost herself and called out his name, “Maan!”

Maan withdrew from her for a moment to ensure that she wasn’t uncomfortable. She took this chance to turn around. Once she was on her back, she reached out for his shoulders and pulled him close to herself, hugging him tight. He hugged back and smiled. He had succeeded in his designs on her. He had driven her to the edge and she was now going to be helpless in his arms. Consumed as much by desire as he himself was. It was going to be fun now, he told himself.

“Itni aasaani se nahin Geet,” He told her in a strangely sweet, menacing way, “Abhi tumhein aur tadapna hai, mujhe itne dinon tak tadpane ke liye.”

He continued to torture her, touching and kissing her all over, but not giving in to his own or her desires of consummation. He literally took her to the limits. He, himself, was getting to the limits in the process, but the fun was worth it. It was after an hour, that he showed some chances of relenting, when he finally kissed her on the lips. His kiss was so desperate and demanding that it gave away how much on the brink of giving in he himself was. After he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ears, “Ye kiss yaad rakhna Geet. Zindagi bhar. Achchha lagega.”

After that even if he wanted to torture her more, his own restraint gave way as they united with each other in a passionate consummation.

After a while, when they were lying in each other’s arms and their pantings had subsided a bit, she spoke, “Maan!”

“Kya hua Geet?”

“Ek baat poochhon?”

He turned towards her and said smilingly, “Agar mana karoonga to nahin poochhogi?”

“Abhi bhi chidhana zaroori hai?”

“Tumhein chidhana aur tumse jhagda karna bhi utna hi achchha lagta hai Geet jitna ki… tumse pyaar karna.”

He ended his sentence in such a suggestive tone that she blushed heavily and could not pretend to be irritated.

“Bolo Geet. Kya poochhna tha?”

“Aapne itna sab kyon plan kiya?”

“Kyonki Geet. Hamara ek sapna adhoora rah gaya tha, haalaton ki wajah se. Main use poora karna chahta tha.”

Geet smiled lovingly and snuggled up closer to him in almost a hug. He was obsessed about each of her dreams, wasn’t he?

They slept so peacefully that night as they had not done in ages.

– The End –

 

Animalistic Urge (Part 2)

Posted Mish3 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Maneet (GHSP)

His instinctive reaction was to shake her up and ask her right away – Why! Why did she do that… But he had not completely lost his mind. Just a while back, in his aggression, he had hurt her. He shouldn’t be repeating that mistake. He couldn’t understand why it happened, but he realized that in his anger he became her assaulter, from her protector. Right now, he had to protect her from himself.

He tried his best to remain calm as he told her, “Kamre mein jao Geet. Tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat hai.”

Geet was surprised and scared. Why was he so calm? He should have bursted out with anger and questions for her. She suddenly remembered when he had become unexpectedly calm after the fiasco at his farmhouse party. He had planned to leave her forever then. What was he planning now? She was scared to death.

“Maan. Please meri baat suniye…”

Maan spoke angrily this time, although he consciously tried not to shout, “Tumne suna nahin maine kya kaha? Jao yahan se. Kamre mein jao.”

There was no scope for disobeying him. She would fuel his anger further if she did not listen to him. She moved backwards, scared to death, but unable to do anything.

He saw her receding figure and turned away. To get control over his thoughts and to release his anger, he started working out again.

Geet did not go back to her room. She hid behind a pillar, where he would not notice her and kept looking at him. She was feeling helpless and started crying. She pressed her mouth with her hands so that she did not make any noise. While she could not bring herself to leave him alone in this state, she could not afford to anger him further by making her presence felt either. She sank down on her knees and finally felt so exhausted and hopeless that she rested her back against the pillar and closed her eyes.

She stayed like that for around fifteen minutes, after which she felt someone’s presence, his presence around her. She opened her eyes and stood up startled. He was there watching her.

She got too scared thinking he would be angry that she did not listen to him, “Main… Maan… I am sorry. Main jati hoon.”

She turned to leave and got pulled back by his familiar, firm hands.

His voice reflected only pain when he asked, “Kyon Geet? Aisa kyon kiya tumne? Kyon madad maangne gayi usse? Us insaan se jiski shakal tak dekhna tumhein manzoor nahin hai!”

One of his hands was around her waist, and with the other he supported her at the upper back.

“Aapke blood group ka khoon kahin nahin mil raha tha Maan. Humne Delhi aur Chandigarh mein bhi pata karwaya tha. Meri saari ummeed khatm ho gayi thi Maan. Mere paas aur koi chaara nahin tha. Mujhe pata hai ki isse aapko bahut bura laga hai, bahut gussa aa raha hai, lekin mere liye aapki zindagi se badh kar kuchh nahin tha Maan. Dev se main jitni bhi nafrat karti hoon, usse bahut zyada aapse pyaar karti hoon. Maan ke bina Geet ka koi astitva nahin hai. Main apni nafrat ke liye aapki zindagi se kaise khel sakti thi?” she finally poured her heart out. She was still scared of his reaction, but simply by coming out clean to him, a huge burden had been lifted off her heart.

He pulled her in a hug. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her that no one can love the way she loved him. He wanted to tell her that how lucky he was to have her. He wanted to tell her that he was really sorry that due to him she had to feel indebted to the person she hated the most. But he had tears in his eyes and he would have choked on his words, if he had tried to voice these feelings. Somewhere he was sure that his Mishti understood the love, respect and gratitude he felt towards her. Not just for this sacrifice of her, but for every moment of happiness and love that she had brought in his life. He hoped that she was listening to his heartbeats right then and was able to hear all that was there in his heart.

And then a feeling of remorse took over. For how he had treated her earlier in the day. How insulted and humiliated she must have felt. Why did he do things in his anger that were a black mark on the sanctity of their relationship?

He broke the hug, cupped her face in his hands and said, “Geet. Mujhe maaf kar do. Maine kamre mein tumhare saath jaise behave kiya, mujhe nahin karna chahiye tha.”

“Maan. Aap aisa kah ke pyaar ke yaadgaar palon ko bura kyon bana rahe hain.” She blushed and lowered her eyes as she continued, “Pahli kiss to zindagi bhar yaad rakhne ki cheez hoti hai na?”

“Kis mitti ki bani ho Geet? Meri galtiyon mein bhi pyaar dekhti ho.”

“Auron ka nahin pata mujhe, par main to jaanti hoon ki us gusse mein pyaar ke alawa kuchh nahin tha. Sirf mere liye pyaar, sirf meri chinta,” she smiled looking into his eyes and then added to lighten the mood, “Haan! Bas agar aap mere haath aur kandhe na todein apni ye badi si majboot body ka fayda utha kar, to achchha rahega.”

Maan finally smiled. He was so overwhelmed that he did not know what should he do express himself. She was so much better at it than him. With immense love, he went ahead and picked her up in his arms.

“Maan – main bilkul theek hoon. Aapko mujhe utha kar le jaane ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Tumhein zaroorat nahin hogi Geet. Mujhe hai – tumhein apne paas rakhne ki, tumhein chhone ki!” He looked at her smiling and blushing face and fervently wished that he could find ways of expressing how much he needed to love her!

—

He settled her on the bed and lovingly caressed her forehead and cheek.

“Geet. Ab tum so jao. Raat kaafi ho chuki hai. Aur tumhein aaraam ki zaroorat bhi hai. ”

“Aur aap?”

“Main doosre kamre ke bathroom mein ja kar shower le leta hoon, takin tumhari neend kharaab na ho.”

“Nahin! Mujhe abhi nahin sona hai. Aap mere paas baithiye.”

“Par Geet…”

“Main kuchh nahin sun rahi. Jab se Shimla se nikle hain, jaise pareshaaniyon ki baadh aa gai hai. Mujhe thodi der shaanti se aapke saath baithna hai.”

Maan smiled, “Theek hai begam sahiba. Aapka huqm sar-aankhon par!”

He settled himself beside her and started stroking and caressing her forehead.

“Ab main yahan hoon to tum kuchh bol nahin rahi ho.”

“Ye lo. Har waqt bolna zaroori hai kya. Khud hi to aap shikayat karte rahte ho ki kitna bak bak karti hoon main.”

“Tum bak bak karti ho to main shikayat karne ke liye to munh kholta hoon, warna Geet – mujhe to dhang se baat karna bhi nahin aata. Apne dil ki baat batana to bilkul nahin aata.”

“To kya hua main hoon na hum dono ke liye bolne ke liye.”

Both of them smiled.

Maan noticed some papers on the side table.

“Woh kya hain Geet?”

Geet was startled, “Woh… Kuchh nahin…”

“Kuchh kaise nahin…” Before Geet could do anything Maan reached out for the papers and started looking at them, “Test results? Woh to kal milne waale the.”

“Haan – par doctor ka phone aaya tha ki taiyaar ho gaye hain to main aaj hi le aayi.”

“Phone to hamesha mere mobile par aata hai.”

“Aap ka mobile engaged tha to unhone ghar ke landline par kiya tha.”

“Aur tumne mujhe abhi tak bataya kyon nahin.”

“Woh… main batane hi waali thi…”

As Maan went through the reports, his eyes glittered with happiness and naughtiness. Geet was biting her lips in shyness and nervousness.

“To ye baat hai, Geet! Tum mujhse bachna chahti thi?” The reports indicated that Geet as well as the baby was fine and there was no danger to either of them now.

“Nahin… woh.. Main… Batane hi waali thi…”

Maan put the papers away, turned to her, pulled her closer and asked in his heavy voice, “Kya batane waali thi Geet?”

“Woh.. Reports ke baare mein…”

“Kyon? Kya badal gaya reports ke aane se?” he paused to see her reaction. Her shyness made him tease her even more, “Bolo Geet. Ab saari bak-bak karne ki taqat kahan chali gayi?”

He moved forward to kiss her. She closed her eyes, but he backed off at the last moment.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in cofusion.

“Nahin Geet. Aise nahin. Hamari suhaag raat yaadgaar honi chahiye. Tum aaj aaraam kar lo.” He paused and added with a mischievous smile, “Zaroorat padegi.”

With this, he made her lie on the bed, ran his hand from her forehead over her eyes to make her close them and kissed on her eyes.

He went out to another bathroom to take his shower and looked at the watch. He still had time to make calls and arrange things for tomorrow.

—

To be continued

Animalistic Urge (Part 1)

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Note on the OS

This is a different look at how Maan finds out and reacts to the fact that Dev donated blood to save his life.

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Geet entered the room to find Maan pacing up and down in the room. His anger was scaring her to death. But it was not clear to her what was the best way out. Maan wanted the truth. She wanted to tell him the truth. But she was scared of his reaction. He might get even more angry and frustrated if he got to know the truth of blood donation. What if he took it out on Dev? As much as she hated Dev, she was heavily indebted to him for saving Maan’s life. If Dadi Ma wanted him to stay in Khurana Mansion until he recovers, she should ensure that. That much she owed to him.

But all this at the cost of giving pain to Maan. Her heart cried out. What was she to do? She knew his anger. And it pained her when she was unable to calm him down.

He noticed her and came to her immediately. Holding her at the shoulder, he pinned her to the wall near the door. His eyes were fiery with anger and aggression. He was hurting her, but she could not complain.

“Kya baat hui hai tumhari us insaan se jo tum itni badal gayi ho? Aakhir kiya kya hai usne?”

His anger had scared her so much that even if she wanted to, she was unable to say anything to him in reply. She was literally shaking from fear. She looked down and silently cried.

“Kyon meri kissi baat ka jawaab nahin hai tumhare paas Geet? Kyon nazarein nahin mila pa rahi ho mujhse? Aisa kya ho gaya hai?”

Still no reply.

His frustration knew no bounds and he became even more aggressive.

“Meri taraf dekho Geet,” he ordered, not requested, in a rising voice. She was forced to look at him. If she was shaking in fear, his entire body was shaking with anger.

A look into her eyes and his possessiveness acquired maddening proportions. The mere thought that she was keeping something from him stirred some of his deep seated insecurities, although he knew better than to doubt her fidelity. He felt a primitive, animalistic urge to mark her as his own.

His lips moved closer to hers and his hands tigheted their grip on her shoulder, pushing her against the wall with even more force. It hurt her so much that she cried out his name, “Maan!”

But in his mad rage he mistook it to be her resistance towards his approaching kiss. He lost any human restraint that was still there in him. He jerked her body, pulling her close to him, wrapping his left arm around her. His grip was so tight that she could not even have moved a bit. Thankfully it was not hurting her like earlier.

With the other arm, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She did not resist it and that ensured that she was not hurt.

“Tumhein mere kareeb aane se problem hai Geet? Rok sakti ho mujhe?” he hissed and assaulted her exposed neck with his lips and tongue.

If anyone else would have touched her in this manner, she would have felt disgusted and would have revolted. But with Maan – she understood this animal in him. His first and the last concern in the world was Geet. It may not have been an ideal manifestation of the concern, but this was just his way. She also hoped that it would calm down his anger a bit.

And if she meant the world to him, even he had a hold over her that defied any rationale. Even in this situation with him being so angry, and her being so scared, his touch was affecting her. Even if her brain had asked her to resist, her body would not let her. Her breathing became heavy as he furiously kissed, licked and nibbled on her neck, earlobes, shoulders, cheeks, chin, eyes and forehead. She would have lost her balance when he attacked her lips, except for the support his arms were providing. The long, demanding kiss left her breathless. ‘First kiss,’ she marked the moment permanently in her mind.

She was unstable when he finally withdrew from the kiss. As he looked at her tear-stained, dishevelled face, something struck him. He suddenly came back to his senses, left her and took a step back. She had to support herself against the wall when he left her. The anger and aggressiveness of his face disappared and was replaced by shock, which in turn was replaced by pain, disgust and disbelief. He stared at her for a moment and then suddenly left the room. It took her a while to regain composure and think about what had just happened.

—

By the time Geet recovered, Maan had left the room. Where would he have gone? She thought for a moment and she knew exactly where to look for him.

He was her husband now and and she should have been used to his closeness, his body and its effects on her. Yet when she saw him practising Tai-Chi, it had the same effect on her as was the case when she had seen him like this for the first time. She gasped. The difference was that then she was scared of the feelings and desires his well-toned body and his graceful moves evoked in her. This time she could give in to them. She forgot about all the issues, all the tension they had to tackle. For those few moments, she forgot about everything that was bothering them. She walked towards him in a trance.

Strangely though he did not notice her. He was too absorbed with himself. He was done with Tai-chi and was doing stomach crunches lying on the floor. She observed him for couple of seconds. Suddenly she noticed the furiousness of his crunches and it brought her out of her trance.

He seemed totally oblivious to his surroundings, even of what he himself was doing. The crunches were so fast and furious that even with his training and practice, they could have hurt his body. Geet sensed trouble and called his name to bring him out of his thoughts. But he did not listen to her. She got scared and cried out loud, “Maan!”

He heard her this time. He looked blank for a moment as if he was not able to understand what was going on. And the he looked at her. Her eyes were filled with tears of concern and worry.

Maan got up. “Kya hua Geet?” he asked in a concerned and calm voice.

She did not reply, instead just stared at him for a few seconds. Then went ahead and hugged him tight putting her arms around his bare upper body.

Maan was confused, but responding to her hug was his natural reaction. He closed his eyes feeling her so close to himself and tightened his grip around her body. Both of them lost a sense of time as they stayed in that hug for at least a minute or two before breaking it.

It was Maan who became conscious first, broke the hug and stepped back creating some physical distance between them. He looked at Geet and figured that she was calm now.

She first needed to clear his immediate misunderstanding, but she suddenly became conscious of their closeness and his bare body. She stuttered, “Maan… Woh… abhi maine… kamre mein… main aapko rok nahin… rahi thi…”

“I am sorry Geet. Maine phir se tumhare saath galat…”

“Nahin. Nahin Maan. Aap sorry kyon kah rahe hain? Ye to…” she hesitated, but added with lowered eyes, “aapka haq hai. Main bas ye kah rahi thi ki main aapko rok nahin rahi thi. Aapne zor se pakad rakha tha to mujhe dard ho raha tha – isliye…”

“Kya? Geet tum theek to ho na? Tumne kuchh kaha kyon nahin Geet? Nahin – mujhe khud hi dhyaan rakhna chahiye tha. I am sorry Geet. Tum theek to ho…”

“Maan!” she interrupted, “Main bilkul theek hoon. Aap please shaant ho jaiye.”

They both were silent for a few seconds. Maan broke the silence.

“Geet tum kamre mein ja kar aaraam karo.”

“Mujhe aapke sawalon ke jawaab dene hain Maan. Aap please…”

“Nahin Geet. Main pahle hi tumhein bahut pareshaan kar chuka hoon. Mujhe kuchh nahin poochhna hai tumse. Doctor ne tumhein stree-free rakhne ko kaha hai aur main tumhara khayal rakhne ki jagah tumhare saath…”

Tears again clouded her eyes as she raised her hand to cover his lips and shut him up, “Bas Maan! Khud ko blame karna band kijiye. Mujhe pata hai ki aap gussa hain. Aur agar aapko gussa aa raha hai to khud par mat nikaliye. Mujhpe gussa kijiye. Yahi sahi bhi hai. Saare problems ki wajah main hi to hoon.”

“Geet. Aisa kyon kah rahi ho? Aisi kya problem aa gayi hai, jisne tumhein…?”

“Meri zidd thi, meri galti thi jiski wajah se woh accident hua aur aapki jaan khatre mein pad gayi…”

“Phir se ye baat kyon Geet? Maine kaha tha na tumse ki tumne hi meri jaan bachayi bhi hai.”

“Maine aapki jaan nahin bachayi hai Maan. Main bacha hi nahin sakti thi.”

Maan looked at her questioningly and did not say anything.

“Aapki jaan… Aapki jaan apna khoon de kar… Dev ne bachayi hai.”

Did he hear that right? Dev? She had to take Dev’s help to save his life. He felt like his entire world had come crashing down. He was indebted to that low-life for saving his life. Why did Geet do that? Why Dev? Why not someone else?

—

To be continued

 

His Obsession (Part 3 – Last Part)

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Maan saw Dadi Ma pacing up and down in her room. He felt bad, but right now his first concern was that she had behaved irresponsibly towards Geet.

“Dadi Ma!”

“Maan bete. Aap? Aapne Dev se kya kaha hai?”

“Main batata hoon Dadi Ma. Aapko chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Lekin aapko nahin lagta ki Dev ki chinta mein aapne Geet ke saath zyadati ki hai? Aap jaanti hain ki woh pregnant hai, aur doctor ne use stress na lene ke liye kaha hai. Aapne Dev ki baat mujhse chhupane mein use kyon involve kiya? Agar is stress mein uski tabiyat kharaab ho jaati to?”

“Maan beta. Hamein kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha. Hum kya karte? Hum maante hain ki Dev ne jo Geet ke saath kiya woh maafi ke kaabil nahin hai. Lekin apne dil ka bhi hum kya karein. Aakhir hain to Dev bhi hamare pote hi na. Woh museebat mein the. Maut ki kagaar par khade the. Aise mein hum unse kaise munh mod lete?”

“Dadi Ma. Jo bhi baat thi aapko mujhe batani chahiye thi. Aap please mujhse waada kijiye ki aap Geet ko aise asmanjas mein nahin daalengi. Woh bahut pareshaan ho jaati hai. Please Dadi Ma.” He was polite, but it was clear that he would not have it any other way.

“Theek hai beta.”

“Dadi Ma. Maine Dev ko uske khoon ke keemat de di hai. Main use sadkon par besahara nahin chhod raha hoon. Agar woh poori zindagi apni ungli bhi na uthana chahe, to bhi use bhookhon nahin marna padega. Lekin isse zyada main uske liye kuchh nahin kar sakta. Aur woh hamare saath nahin rah sakta. Na sirf Geet ko, balki usse zyada mujhe uska hamare aas paas hona manzoor nahin hai.”

Dadi Ma knew her grand son well. There was no way she could get any more concession from him. So, she agreed.

When the three of them met the dinner table, Maan made extra efforts to make the environment cordial and tension-free by teasing Geet. Dadi understood his intention and played along.

—

When they reached their room after the dinner, Maan pretended as if he suddenly remembered something, “Geet. Doctor ne tumhare liye massage recommend kiya tha. To chalo abhi.”

“Abhi? Maan raat ho chuki hai. Abhi kahan jayenge. Main kal din mein chali jaungi.”

“Nahin Geet. Maine spa waalon se baat kar ke ghar par hi intezaam karwa liya hai. Chalo to sahi. Aur abhi massage karwane se tumehin neend bhi achchhi aayegi.”

He dragged a confused Geet to the door of another room and asked her to get in. What was the hurry to get a massage? She entered the room, which was dimly lit and had had a subtle, soothing fragrance. The room was set up like a spa with a suitably relaxing atmosphere. She found the spa staff there, two girls in their uniforms. One of them handed her a robe and asked her to get undressed and come back in the robe. Geet went to the bathroom to change.

She came out and found no one in the room. She came to the massage table that was put up in the room and startd walking backwards in confusion, when she suddenly hit someone. She turned back startled to find Maan staring at her with such intensity that she could not miss it even in the dimly lit room. He had changed into his vests and pajamas.

“Aap? Woh spa waale log kahan hain?”

Maan replied in a husky voice, “Geet. Tumhein lagta hai ki mere rahte main kissi ko tumehin haath lagane doonga?”

“Maan. Woh ladkiyan hain.”

“Koi bhi ho. Tumhein chhone ka haq sirf mujhe hai. Samjhi tum?”

“To massage kaun karega?” She tried to tease him.

“Yahan mere alawa to koi hai nahin?”

“Maan – aap ye shararatein band kar dijiye,” she tried to bring sternness in her voice, but it drowned as Maan picked her up in his arms.

He made her sit on the massage table and untied the belt of her robe. The robe stayed in its place. He asked her to lie down on her stomach and she complied silently. He pulled off her robe from her shoulders exposing her shoulders and upper back for a while. He covered her with a long massage towel before taking off the robe completely. Geet shivered.

He started with massaging her arms, gently kneading the muscles and she relaxed. But after that the entire massage was an exercise of sweet torture for her. He turned his attention to her legs after the arms. His touches grew sensual, as he massaged the muscles around her ankles and toes.He slowly pushed the towel up as he massaged her calf muscles and then thighs. The towel was barely covering her hips and she gasped. A mix of relaxation and arousal was driving her crazy. The he covered her legs with the towel and uncovered her shoulders and back. While massaging her shoulders, his hands strayed to her nape, neck and upper chest, leaving her breathless. This wasn’t going to help her sleep better. He massaged her back after that and in between touched her spine lightly. It sent such sensations through her body that she could not keep still and her body jerked.

Maan smiled and asked naughily in his heavy voice, “Kya hua Geet?”

Her breathing was heavy and she did not reply. He then asked her to turn around. She did that trying to keep herself covered with the towel to the extent possible. He massaged the front of her legs, including thighs, once again causing her to hold her breath. Then he massaged her forehand lightly and it really relaxed her. All the tension she had been carrying for past few days seemed to leave her with his touch. He also expertly pressed her eyes and she felt good.

Then his hands roamed all over her face and she knew it was not a part of the massage. He stroked her hair, crushed her ears, rubbed her cheeks and touched her lips. His touches became rougher and demanding. The massage table was not big enough for what he wanted next. He picked her up, deposited her on the bed and climbed beside her. He repeated the massage, only this time he explored her body with his lips and not hands. Geet drowned in the feelings and reached out to hold and touch him. Her eyes were closed. As she reached his shoulders, she realized that he had undressed himself. She surprised Maan by pulling him closer to herself. Maan stared at her lips and attacked them furiously. The passion and desire that both of them had checked for months came pouring out and the night witnessed their passionate, yet sweet union.

After they had caught their breath lying next to each other, Maan turned to Geet and kissed her on the forehead, “I love you Geet.”

Geet smiled, but felt too shy to say anything. She lifted her head a bit and kissed him on his chest where his heart was. Shy and bold at the same time, she enamoured Maan. He tightened his arms around her as they drifted off to sleep feeling safe and content with each other’s closeness.

– The End –

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His Obsession (Part 2)

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“Dev!”

“Bro Aap?”

“Dev! Tumne khoon de kar meri jaan bachayi hai. Tumhara jo bhi ehsaan hai, woh mere oopar hai. Usko lekar Geet ya Dadi Ma ko emotionally blackmail karne ki tumhein koi zaroorat nahin hai,” Maan immediately came to the point.

“Bro. Aapko kaise pata chala? Aur maine koi ehsaan nahin kiya hai. Main…”

“Kya chahiye tumhein Dev?”

“Bro…”

“Kitne paison ki zaroorat hai tumehin? Geet se kya maang rahe the? Tumhein jo chahiye mujhse lo. Geet ko dubara pareshaan mat karna.”

Dev told him about his debts.

“Theek hai. Apne creditors ke naam mujhe de do. Main sab karze clear kar doonga. Aur haan – mere paas tumhare liye ek aur deal hai.”

“Deal?”

“Haan! Mumbai mein maine ek naya ghar liya hai. Tum wahan ja kar rahoge. Agar kuchh kaam karna chaho to kar sakte ho. Na karna chaho to mat karo. Tumhare account mein tumhare kharchon ke liye main har mahine paise transfer kar doonga. Tum apni life jee sakte ho. Bas laut kar yahan Geet ke saamne mat aana.”

“Par Bro. Main apne parivaar ke saath rahna chahta hoon. Aur Dadi Ma…”

“Dadi Ma ko ye jaan kar bahut khushi hogi ki tum apna career khud banana chahte ho. Tumne apne fayde ke liye meri jaan bachayi aur main tumhein uske badle ghar aur paise de raha hoon. Manzoor ho to theek hai, warna… Mere jeete jee to main tumhein yahan nahin rahne doonga.”

Dev just nodded.

“Tumhare tickets tumahre paas pahunch jayenge,” Maan said and left the room, not to look back.

When Maan left, Dev was seething with anger and vowed to take his revenge from Maan. He hated his power over him. How could his brother treat him like shit. He had hoped to create a rift between Maan and Geet by meeting her repeatedly and sowing doubts in Maan’s mind. But the plan had obviously failed. He needed to do something more direct now!

—

Once Maan came out of Dev’s room, he consciously decided to not think about him. His thoughts returned to Geet. He could not help feeling overwhelmed with what she had done for him. Taking help from the man she detests the most! How would she have felt while asking him to help. And bearing him around her all the time after that. Unable to ward him off because she was under his debt. Could he do something to make up for that? Could he do something special for his Mishti, who managed to make him fall in love with her again and again? He, of course, had her test results with him.

—

He loved his sherni, who would talk incessantly, who would not be put down by any body or any situation. But what drove him really crazy every time was how she became helpless in his arms. He only had to go near her and all her resistance gave way. The chatterbox of a girl turned into a silent wax doll, looking so vulnerable, yet comfortable – as if she belonged there, belonged to him. She had become just that a few minutes back when in his frustration he had held her really close and had tried to physically coax her into giving in! When he had seen her like that, it had taken him all his willpower to not lose himself in her and get back to the business at hand. Now that everything was out of the way, he was going to have her to himself for the rest of the evening.

Feeling an urgent need to take her back in his arms, he took long strides towards their bedroom. But he stopped at the door when he saw Dadi and Annie in the room talking to Geet. From what he could hear, there was nothing important going on; just the usual women’s chit-chat. He got irritated. He was in no mood for small talk with anyone, not even Dadi Ma or Annie. But before he could go away Dadi noticed him and asked him to join them. He could not refuse. He absent-mindedly answered a few questions they asked him about his day. He felt relieved when Dadi Ma finally said, “Chaliye Annie. Maan abhi laute hain office se; unhein aaraam karne dete hain.”

Maan and Geet saw them off till the door of their room. As soon as they went out of sight, Maan turned back, locked the door and got hold of Geet surprising her.

“Mujhe pareshaan karne mein tumhein mazaa aata hai na Geet? Pahle itne dinon se poori baat na bata kar tum mujhe pareshaan kar rahi thi. Aur ab jab sab theek ho gaya to tumhare paas mujhse baat karne ki bhi fursat nahin hai. Kya zaroorat thi Dadi Ma aur Annie ko bulane ki abhi?”

“Par maine unko nahin…”

He shut her up by covering her lips with his hand, “Chup. Bilkul Chup. Bahut bolti ho Geet.”

She did shut up. Her eyes showed some fear. But this fear of hers did not worry him. It only heightened his desire for her.

“Reports to padh li hongi tumne?”

He hadn’t removed his hand from her lips. So, she replied by nodding.

“To tumhein ye bhi pata chal gaya hoga ki ab tumhare paas mujhse bachne ka koi bahana nahin hai.”

She did not reply, just closed her eyes. Maan took the chance to plant kisses on her eyes.

Just then someone knocked on the door. Maan glared at Geet, left her and went into the washroom to freshen up.

Geet opened the door to see Dadi Ma there. She looked disturbed.

“Geet beta. Maan kamre mein hain kya?”

“Dadi Ma – woh washroom mein hain. Fresh ho rahe hain. Kya baat hai?”

She held Geet’s hand and brought her out of the room, “Geet! Hamein chinta ho rahi hai. Maan ko aapne bata diya hai kya? Kya unhone Dev se koi baat ki hai?”

Geet found herself stuck, “Woh Dadi Ma…”

Just then they heard some sound from the room. Maan must have returned. Geet looked helplessly at Dadi Ma. She understood, “Hum baad mein baat karte hain.”

As Geet stepped back into her room, she realized that Maan was standing very close to the door. He must have heard the conversation. She was horrified and did not know what to say.

Maan was looking intently at her with his hands folded in front of his chest. She found it difficult to look into his eyes and tried to move past him towards the bed. He stopped her by stretching his hand in front of her.

“Dadi Ma ne tumse kaha tha mujhe Dev ke baare mein na batane ke liye?”

Geet found herself stuck between the man she loved to death and the woman he respected the most; between Maan and Dadi Ma; between her ultimate love, and the woman who had accepted her like a daughter; between her instincts as a wife and a lover and her duty as a daughter-in-law.

She dropped on her knees and started crying inconsolably. Maan was immediately worried. He also kneeled down and cupped her face.

“Geet. Nahin Geet – aise nahin karte. Rona band karo please. I am sorry Geet. Maine tumhein pareshaaan kar diya. Please ro mat. Mujhse baat karo Geet. Apni pareshaani batao.”

Geet leaned on to him still crying. He stroked her hair to calm her down. After she had regained her control a bit, he made her stand up and led her to the bed. He sat her on the bed and poured her a glass of water. After drinking the water she looked better.

“Pareshaan ho gayi ho Geet?” He asked very softly.

“Meri kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha tha Maan. Aap jaante hain ki main Dev se nafrat karti hoon. Main uska saaya bhi hamari zindagi par nahin padne dena chahti. Lekin Dev ke liye nafrat mere liye aapki zindagi se badi nahin hai Maan. Isliye jab kahin aur se khoon ka intezaam nahin ho paya aur Dadi Ma ne mujhe bataya ki Dev appko khoon de sakta hai to main usse madad maangne chali gayi. Main jaanti thi ki aapko ye achchha nahin lagega, phir bhi main aapse kabhi bhi ye chhupana nahin chahti thi. Lekin Dadi Ma Dev ko le kar pareshaan thi. Dev ki chinta mujhe nahin hai Maan, lekin Dadi Ma ki baat ko bhi mana nahin kar sakti thi. Main kya karti, kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha tha. Main kisse poochhti Maan? Main to aapse ya Dadi Ma se hi salah leti hoon. Aur yahan aap dono ke hi beech mein chunna pad raha tha.”

“Aur jab tumne mujhe bataya to maine tumhari madad karne ki jagah tumse sawaal poochhne shuru kar diye. Sorry Geet.”

“Nahin. Aap please sorry mat kahiye. Ismein aapki kya galti hai. Mujhe to maaloom hai ki aapke liye sach har cheez se oopar hai.”

Maan pulled her in a protective hug. Wasn’t this eighteen year old being put through too many responsibilities? As a wife, as a daughter-in-law, as a would-be mother. She had no one to go back to for advice. Except himself. And it looked like he had not been able to make himself approachable enough.

“Geet! Meri ek baat maanogi?” He asked breaking the hug.

She just nodded. Why wouldn’t she?

“Geet. Ye sach hai ki main Dadi Ma ki bahut izzat karta hoon, unki bahut fikr hoti hai mujhe. Lekin Geet – tum meri jeevansaathi ho. Main tumse alag nahin hoon Geet. Dadi Ma bhi hamare beech nahin aa sakti. Chahe koi kuchh bhi chahe, tumhein mujhse kuchh nahin chhipana hai Geet. Maanta hoon ki main perfect nahin hoon, main gussa ho jaata hoon, jo tumhein achchha nahin lagta. Lekin tum to mujhe bardasht kar sakti ho na Geet. Phir ghabrane ki kya zaroorat hai? Tumhein jo bhi samajh mein na aaye mujhse poochho. Jo bhi pareshaani hai mujhe batao. Maine tumse pahle bhi kaha hai ki jab tak hum saath rahenge koi problem badi nahin hai. Hum har mushkil ka saamna kar sakte hain. Hain na?”

A smile finally appeared on her tear strained face as she nodded in positive. They hugged again.

Geet said when the broke the hug, “Maan! Dadi Ma pareshaan hain. Aapne Dev se kya kaha?”

“Geet. Ab tum pareshaan mat ho us baare mein. Dev ko apne khoon dene ki keemat mil gayi hai. Aur main abhi Dadi Ma se baat kar ke aata hoon. Bas main tumehin aur pareshaan nahin dekh sakta. Waada karo – is baare mein nahin sochogi.”

Geet smiled and nodded. Maan left the room.

—

To be continued

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His Obsession (Part 1)

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Note on the OS

This incident is supposed to happen when Dev had come back to Khurana Mansion and Dadi and Geet had let him stay in the outhouse despite Maan not liking it. Maan didn’t yet know that Dev had donated blood to save his life after his accident in Shimla.

—

Maan had come home elated. He was excited to meet Geet. She had stayed back at home because the doctor had advised her to rest until they had seen the test results and were satisfied about her condition.

And then he saw her talking to Dev – once again. Dev’s face gave nothing away, but Geet’s was transparent as usual. She was distressed. Maan got infuriated. He had to find out. But he did not want to confront Geet in front of Dev. That wouldn’t do.

Geet enetered her room lost in thoughts, when a pair of strong hands pulled her. Maan used his legs to shut the doors and pinned her against them using one of his hands, while he locked the doors with the other.

His intense expressions and angry voice scared Geet for a moment, “Kya chhupa rahi ho mujhse Geet?”

“Kya? Main aapse kuchh kyon chhupaungi?”

“Dev kya kah raha tha tumse? Abhi aur pahle bhi kai baar.”

“Maan!” Geet felt like her heart would tear apart, “Aap mujh par shaq…”

“Pagal mat bano Geet,” Maan’s voice was still hard, “Tumhein achchi tarah se pata hai ki main tumhare baare mein aisa soch bhi nahin sakta. Lekin mujhe Dev par koi bharosa nahin hai. Mujhe nahin pata ki achanak tumhari nafrat uske liye kyon kam ho gai hai, lekin agar woh tumhare aas paas hai to kuchh achchha nahin kar raha hoga. Woh tumhein pareshaan kar raha hai aur tum mujhe bata nahin rahi ho.”

“Aisa kuchh nahin hai Maan aur mujhe chhodiye. Mujhe dard ho raha hai.”

Maan hadn’t realized that his hold on her was getting tighter. He continued to hold her, but lightened the pressure, “Geet! Mujhse jhooth tum bol nahin sakti. Aur agar sach nahin bataogi to tumhari hifaazat ke liye mujhe jo samajh mein aayega, main karoonga. Samajh rahi ho tum?”

“Maan, aapko kuchh karne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Mujhe kuchh nahin hoga.”

“Haan Geet! Kuchh nahin hoga tumhein. Kyonki agar tum mujhe nahin bataogi, to main tumhein apni aankhon ke saamne se hilne hi nahin doonga. Band kar ke rakh loonga is kamre mein. Koi zidd nahin chalegi tumhari. Haath-pair baandh kar rakh doonga tumhare, agar zaroorat padi to. Samjhi tum?”

He wasn’t joking. He would actually do that. It was in his eyes – the madness, the obsession. She should have been angry at his obsession. Or nervous. But neither of those happened. She only felt scared and worried, not for herself, but for him. He cared to the point of madness. Not just that, he needed her to be with him. And he needed her completely. He could not bear her keeping any secrets from him. He could not bear any distance from her. And she feared. She feared that if she ever failed him, what will he do? He will not remain himself. She remembered how he had behaved when she had walked out on him and had joined Indian Paints. She shivered.

“Maan. Aap please shaant ho jaiye. Main aapko aise gusse mein nahin dekh sakti,” she caressed his hair and cheeks with her hand in the hope of calming him down. She thought she had succeeded when he caught her hand and started kissing it. She felt his grip tightening on her again and he was roughly caressing her back and nape, bringing her closer to himself if that was even possible. But she soon realized that it was different. The kisses and touches were not so much of desire and love as they were of authority. Their roughness seemed to urge her to give in. That she had no option other than to submit to him. Otherwise he would make good of his promise of doing whatever he thinks is right to protect her. But even in this situation, Geet could not help getting affected by his touches. When he could not break her mentally, he had used his physcial control over her. Just a few touches and she was weak in her knees. Suddenly his touches stopped and he cupped her face.

“Jab aisa hai Geet, jab nahin dekh sakti tum mujhe gusse mein, to tum mujhe batati kyon nahin ki baat kya hai? Aisa kya ho gaya hai Geet ki tum Dev se nafrat nahin karti. Uske is ghar mein rahne se bhi tumhein koi aitraaz nahin hai. Tum usse baatein karti ho, milti ho. Batao Geet. Ye sab tumhein achchha to nahin lag sakta hai, phir kyon kar rahi ho?”

Geet was no longer meeting his eyes. She started looking down. She did not know what to do. How to tell him something that will hurt him to no end.

Maan finally lost his patience, “Geet. Agar tum nahin bataogi to main abhi Dev se ja kar baat karoonga.”

“Nahin,” Geet panicked. Talking to Dev will do no good to his mood. Seeing him angry hurt her. She wanted to keep him happy, not angry and tense like this.

“Agar koi baat nahin hai, to tum mujhe Dev se baat karne ke liye kyon mana kar rahi ho? Ab main koi bahana nahin sunoonga. Tum mujhe batao, abhi ke abhi, ki baat kya hai.”

“Maan. Mujhe maaf kar dijiyega. Dev…”

“Kya kiya Dev ne?” For the first time in the entire conversation his face softened, not with relief, but with worry and concern for her.

“Nahin Dev ne kuchh galat nahin kiya. Maan, jab aapka accident hua to aapko khoon ki zaroorat thi aur kahin bhi aapke blood group ka khoon nahin mil raha tha. Mere paas koi raasta nahin tha Maan. Maine…”

“Dev ne khoon diya?” Maan’s face went blank for a while.

Geet nodded, crying now, “Mujhe maaf kar dijiye Maan. Mujhe pata hai ki aap kissi ki madad nahin lena chahte aur Dev se to aap bahut nafrat karte hain. Lekin us waqt main aapki zindagi ke alawa kissi cheez ke baare mein nahin soch sakti thi… Isliye Dev se madad maangi. Aap please gussa mat hona.”

“Geet! Tumhein meri jaan bachane ke liye Dev se madad maangni padi?” His face was now showing pain and immense regret.

But Geet did not realize what exactly he was trying to say. She went on with her apology, “Main jaanti thi Maan ki aapko ye bilkul achchha nahin lagega. Isliye main aapko nahin batana chahti thi. Aap please mujhe maaf…”

Maan did not let her complete another apology and put his hands on her lips.

“Tum mujhse kyon maafi maang rahi ho Geet?” Maan had finally found his voice back, “Maafi to mujhe tumse maangni chahiye. Dev ne tumhare saath kya kuchh nahin kiya. Tumhein to uski shakal tak dekhne mein aitraaz hona chahiye tha. Aur sirf meri jaan bachane ke liye tum apni saari nafrat bhool kar usse madad maangne chali gayi Geet? Uske saamne jhuk gayi? Sirf mere liye?”

“Sirf?” Geet flinched, “Maan! Dev ne to mere saath sirf dhokha kiya tha. Aapki jaan bachane ke liye to main kissi khooni ki bhi madad le leti. Main apni nafrat ke liye aapki zindagi se kaise khel sakti thi Maan. Aur woh bhi tab jab meri bewkoofi ki wajah se aap us halat mein pahunche the.”

“Bas Geet. Khud ko blame karna band karo. Tumne meri jaan bachane ke liye bahut badi kurbani di hai Geet. Thank you!”

“Maan! Maine koi kurbaani nahin dee hai. Duniya ki saari nafrat se badh kar mere liye aapka pyaar hai, aap hain. Aapki zindagi ke liye to main hazaron Dev ke saamne jhuk sakti hoon. Jhukna kyon Maan, agar aap chahte to maine Dev ko maaf bhi kar diya hota.”

Maan could not say anything more. She was as completely his as one could be. He could ask for nothing more. He pulled her in a tight hug, silently promising to himself that he would never let this happen to her again. And he also had to ensure that this doesn’t worry her any longer.

“To isliye jab Dadi Ma Dev ko wapas ghar laana chahti thi, to tumne mana nahin kiya. Balki unka saath diya.”

“Haan Maan. Chahe main usse kitni bhi nafrat karti hoon, lekin aapki jaan bachane ka ahsaan to uska hai hi. Aur Dadi Ma ki khushi bhi ismein hi thi…”

“Par ab woh aur kya chahta hai tumse? Aaj kya kah raha tha jo tum itni pareshaan thi?”

“Use paison ki zaroorat hai. Woh Dadi Ma se maangne mein hichak raha hai.”

Maan could not have expected anything else from Dev. But his first priority was to keep Geet out of it. So, he controlled his anger, “Hmm. Ab tumhein usse baat karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai Geet. Main dekh loonga. Theek hai?” Saying this he broke the hug and looked at her for confirmation.

She nodded.

“Main abhi aata hoon.”

“Maan!”

“Kya hua Geet?” He asked very softly.

“Maan. Bas ye mat bhuliyega ki usne aapki jaan bachayi hai. Chahe aapke liye iski koi ahmiyat na ho, lekin mujhe to isse meri poori duniya wapas mili hai.”

Maan smiled, “Tum chinta mat karo Geet. Mujhpar bharosa rakho.”

She also smiled slightly and nodded.

He went out.

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To be continued

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