The Unsuitable Boy (Part 3)

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“Come in,” he said automatically, when he heard the knock, expecting it to be student. So looking up and finding her in the doorway startled him. “Karishma?” He stood up and went around his table as she walked in gingerly. “What happened? What brings you here?”

“Are you free for a while? I needed to talk to you.”

“Of course. Please sit,” he motioned to a chair, but she shook her head and looked at back door of his office. His office was in one of the oldest building of the university, and had its downsides with old plumbing and wirings, peeling plasters and water leaks. But one advantage was that it was spacious and had an attached balcony, almost as big as a terrace. It was a favorite spot with her. When she had to wait for him to wrap up his work before dropping her home, she preferred to be out there with a book than wait in his office. “I find the insides stifling,” she would say.

Presently he nodded and led her out on to the terrace. They stood in silence for a while gazing at the overcast monsoon sky.

At last she spoke, “I’m sorry about Saturday–”

“I’m sorry,” he interjected, “I had no idea Uncle hadn’t told you. But…” He hesitated and took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s little late, Karishma. Are you set against the idea of marrying Vikram?”

They were standing side by side, and weren’t looking at each-other. Their eyes were still fixed on the horizon in front of them.

“I’m not aware of anything objectionable against him. So, I guess not. I am not set against it. Anyway what does it matter?”

He turned towards her and in an uncharacteristic gesture held her. “I’m sorry, Karishma. I really am. If there is anything I can do–”

“I didn’t come here to hear you apologize, Prof. Sen. I came to say thank you.”

He stepped back, his brows furrowed, “What for?”

She fished around in her purse and took out two objects that made his eyes go wide.

“Thank you for the kindness you have always shown me. At times I might not even have known, but at others, I have.”

In one hand she was holding the old doll he had rescued from Aaradhya on their first meeting. In the other a blue plastic bracelet.

His stared fixedly at the bracelet, suddenly finding his throat parched. “You knew?” he croaked.

“This doll,” Karishma talked about the other object instead, “Was tattered ever since I got it because it was with my parents on their last fatal ride. They had gone to attend a wedding and I was at home because my exams were going on. To compensate for that, Papa had promised to bring me a gift. This was that gift. They never came back from that ride, this doll did. Just like this. Their last gift for me. Since you helped me get it back from Aru Jiji I always kept it hidden to safeguard it. And this-” She came to the bracelet then, “Is the only real gift I have received after the doll. Right now they are buying loads of gifts for me in preparation for the wedding. Apparently I am rescuing the family and the business with this wedding. Everyone is obliged. But I will never forget that you had remembered a friendless girl when nobody cared for her.”

Siddhartha did not try to stop his eyes from getting moist. “It was nothing, Karishma,” he replied in a heavy, throaty voice, “I never thought… I never found you wearing it. I assumed you didn’t get it or no longer wanted it.”

“It was too precious to risk wearing.”

It hadn’t costed him even twenty rupees. Even with his limited means in those days he hadn’t thought twice before buying that little piece of plastic.

“The Jains are really looking forward to this wedding, Karishma,” he said, “You will be the eldest daughter-in-law. You will have responsibilities and people will look up to you. You will not be friendless again.”

She looked at him as if she didn’t hear him at all and asked, “Did you ever think of me? Would you have married me if your obligation to the two families wasn’t in the way?”

“Karishma!”

“I need to hear. One way or the other,” her voice shook and she averted her eyes, but she still stood her ground.

“You must know this. My debts are not yours to pay. What I can or cannot do about you has nothing to do with my obligations.”

“Then?”

“God! Karishma, don’t you understand? Nothing works in my favor. I am the most unsuitable person you could think of. I am too old for you. I could be your father you know–”

“I don’t think my mother will appreciate the insinuation,” she replied, slightly bitterly.

“Joke about it if you want, but I don’t belong to your community and while what I have today feels luxurious to me, I am still too poor to ask for your hand from your family.”

“Poor,” she snorted, “How much did it cost?” she lifted the bracelet to him.

He stood before her, tongue-tied. His face, contorted with pain and guilt, struck her and she grew contrite.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m firing away at you as if you promised me something and then betrayed me. That wasn’t my intention. It just… I did really just come to say thank you. You have been a good friend to me. And I will never forget that.”

“I hope to be your friend even in future, Karishma. If you can put up with it.”

“Remember to visit me sometimes then. And I will never have much for you. But I will have money, I have been assured. Eldest daughter-in-law and all. If this ‘poverty’ of yours ever really becomes troublesome… Oh what am I saying… But will you kiss me once?”

If he was surprised by that, he didn’t show it. He cupped her face and bent forward. Then planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I am not going to. Because I really want you to start your new life on a hopeful note. I want you to be happy. And if you felt you were dishonest at the beginning of a new relationship, you will not be happy.”

They went back to his office silently.

“How did you come?” he asked.

“Car. The driver is waiting. I should leave now.”

“Wait. There was something I had to bring to you anyway. Perhaps you can take it right away. Vikram’s mother had asked me to pick these up for you from the jewelers. Her gift.” He handed her a velvet jewel box. She opened it to find two heavy gold kangans inside. She turned the open box towards him and said, “I’m afraid you will have to make the trip home. This is for everyone else to see. My gift–” she lifted the plastic bracelet to him once again, “I am taking with me.”

He stood motionless as she walked away. At the door, she turned, “Also, I have come out on the pretext of meeting a friend at the university. Nobody knows I am meeting you.”

And then she was gone.

Siddhartha closed the lid of the jewel box and slipped it back in his drawer. Then he slumped back on his chair. What had just happened? It was madness and he should have known better.

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To be continued

 

The Unsuitable Boy (Part 2)

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Siddhartha jerked back to reality when his mobile rang. It was his mother who was waiting for him to take her to the temple. He assured her that he would be back in time and then drove to his home.

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Karishma stared at a blue plastic bracelet through her tears. She must have been fifteen or sixteen years old at that time. Kanishk had been given the responsibility of taking the girls to the market for their knick-knack shopping and he had pulled Siddhartha along. “I need some company. I will be bored out of my mind while this giggling bunch shops for the most useless things in the world,” he had said.

The money was with the older girls. Karishma had spotted this bracelet when Aaradhya was getting the billing done.

“Jiji!” she had run up to her just as she was paying for the purchases, “Could I have this–”

But she was interrupted by Aruna, Aaradhya’s younger sister, barging in dragging Aaradhya out to see something exciting she had spotted in another shop. Karishma could have tried calling them back, but she had never stopped feeling like an outsider. So she did not. She had kept the bracelet back on the shelves.

The next day she had seen Siddhartha sneaking out of her room. She had gone in to find that bracelet on her study table. She hadn’t confronted him about it. He, obviously, hadn’t wanted her to know. Else he wouldn’t have entered her room.  Clutching the bracelet to her heart, she had cried for hours.

The bracelet was too small for her wrists now. Even back then she had never worn it. It had felt too precious to be worn and risk damaging. She had kept it like a souvenir.

She had only watched him from afar in those years before university. After refusing to take tuitions from him, she had never gathered the courage to strike a conversation with him. Despite him supporting her, she was worried that he might have taken offence. Besides, she was a shy creature and striking conversations or making friends was not her strong point.

The one good thing about not having spoken to him back then was that she had been spared the necessity of addressing him in any way. Else she might have had to call him ‘Bhaiya’ as her cousins did. Even at that young age she knew that her feelings towards him were not sisterly in any way. Not that she expected any fruition of her real feelings.

Talking to him at the university had made it easier. She could just address him as Prof. Sen or Sir and he didn’t ask her otherwise. She had been elated to discover in him an approachable man of gentle manners and great empathy. He didn’t show her pity, but great care. He didn’t talk down to her, but was happy to mentor her.

Her cousins had opted for Arts. As the only one among them who was studying Science with a major in Maths, her college schedule differed from theirs. So Siddhartha would often drop her home and they would talk about everything under the sun on these drives. Everything, but he never asked about her tattered doll, or the blue bracelet, or her refusal to take tuitions, or her parents. She was partly grateful, and partly disappointed. It kept things comfortable, but it also meant that he was avoiding any intimacy beyond a point.

He was the only person she could call a friend despite not having spoken to him throughout her adolescent years. Because she had felt connected to him on account of those little, subtle moments of kindness he had shown to her.

But she was also convinced that he didn’t see anything more in her than a friendless, orphaned girl who should be treated with kindness. So she didn’t harbor any hopes about him. At least not until she started hearing murmurs about her family planning her wedding and him visiting her uncle to talk about it.

How was it possible to for such huge dreams to be built and shattered in a matter of weeks?

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Siddhartha paced in his room. He had earlier dropped his mother to the temple for a day-long program and was now alone in his house. His mind was in a whirlwind. Karishma hadn’t yet been told who they were planning to get her married to? Nobody in her family thought it necessary? Even after the talks had almost been finalized? And she, perhaps, doesn’t want to marry Vikram and blames him for the debacle? How was he to know her family will act so callously?

But perhaps, he paused, he should have known. She hadn’t lacked for the material comforts while staying with her mother’s family. But she had been friendless, ignored and bullied. He knew it. When Mr. Jain put the task to him, of mediating this relationship, he should have asked her first.

And now it was too late. Not only because the wedding was almost finalized. But also because there was more than a wedding involved here. Guptas were going through some financial difficulties and needed a partner to tide over until things turned around. Jains had agreed to step in and this wedding would seal that deal. If she backed out of it now, it will put the family in trouble in more ways than one.

Even as he prepared himself to talk to her and make her understand all this, a corner of his heart burned with guilt. He was doing wrong by her. The guilt was made worse by how she had phrased her question. “With someone else?” she had asked. Could she have seen through his despairing longing and desire for her? And if she had, didn’t she realize the impossibility of it?

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To be continued

 

The Unsuitable Boy (Part 1)

Posted Mish3 CommentsPosted in English, Karishma-Siddharth, Original

“Prof. Sen!”

Siddhartha had just stepped out of Guptas’ residence and was surprised that Karishma should choose to stop him there on the pavement.

“Karishma? What happened?” Her usually smiling face was contorted with distress. She appeared to be holding back her tears with difficulty.

“You have been arranging for my wedding? With someone else?”

Someone else? “You mean Vikram?”

“You have been arranging this?”

He brows furrowed. Had she realized only now? It had been three weeks since he had been mediating between the Jains and Guptas. Vikram’s father, Aditya Nath Jain, had been in the US with his wife and hence had been unable to carry out the conversations himself. Vikram himself was on Europe tour with his friends. Both were expected back in Kolkata shortly, though.

“You didn’t know?” he asked.

“You thought I did?” He saw a flash of anger in her eyes, but she immediately looked away. “Right. Sorry,” she mumbled and turned on her heels.

He stood frozen to his place his worried eyes following her until she disappeared inside the gate.

Could her ‘someone else’ really mean what he was now thinking? Was she expecting him to…

Siddhartha kept looking back until he reached his car which he had parked on the side street. Even after climbing in the car he didn’t start driving for a long time. He recalled the first time he had come to Guptas’ house with Kanishk and Samrat, his friends at the university. He was doing his masters then. It had taken him some time to get a hang of relationships in the huge, joint family. But on the very first day he had seen the then thirteen year-old Karishma. following and begging Aaradhya, one of the older girls in the family, for her doll. The older girl didn’t seem interested in the doll itself, but only in teasing Karishma.

“Aru Jiji, please. Please give me the doll back.”

“It’s such a tattered doll. Why are you so obsessed with it?”

After watching them for a while, and seeing Karishma close to tears, Siddhartha had been unable to hold back. His friends had gone in to change their clothes and he had been sitting by himself in the hall. “What is a tattered doll to you?” he had told the older girl, “Why don’t you give it back to her if she wants it?”

Aaradhya was surprised to a see a stranger and a guest intervening. More from shock than understanding she had shrugged, tossed the doll at Karishma and left. Karishma had clutched the doll tight and had eyed him curiously, but had left without saying anything.

“Oh, this is a madhouse,” Kanishk had told him later, when he had told him about the incident, feeling that he needed to confess his intervention, “You don’t want to fix quarrels in this house, whether of the children or of the adults. But I think it was good you helped Karishma. Poor child is having a tough time adjusting here.”

“Who is she?”

She was the only child of one of Kanishk’s aunts – his father’s sister. Her parents had died in a car accident a few months back. In the ensuing family politics her lot was thrown with her mother’s family rather than her father’s.

“They didn’t live with my uncle’s family. There was some quarrel going on. Karishma is not used to staying with so many people. She is shy and gets bullied.”

Siddhartha had sighed! He knew something about getting bullied, even if he was not shy. His father had died when his mother was pregnant with him. She didn’t get any support from either her own or her husband’s family. The Jain family, also a huge, joint business family like Guptas, had given her shelter and work. His upbringing and education had been sponsored by them. A maid’s son studying with them and going to their school did not sit well with some of the older kids. They had outgrown it by the time he had first witnessed Karishma’s predicament, but his childhood had been rough on him.

As a college student he had started giving tuitions to school-children to start earning some money and ease his mother’s burden. He had managed to get a scholarship and his tuition fee was waived. But there were still other expenses and he wanted to lessen his dependence on the Jains’ charity as far as possible.

That was why he was visiting Guptas that day. Kanishk had asked him to meet his father as many kids in the household could use a good Maths tutor. It might as well be him who they knew to be a brilliant student of Mathematics.

It was ten years ago. Since then he had taught several children in the house, many who lived there, and many others who were either relatives or neighbors to the Guptas. They all usually gathered in that house so that he didn’t have to visit all of them separately. Over the years he had become such a permanent fixture in that house that he was almost a part of the family.

Karishma had refused to take tuitions though. “I can study on my own,” she had declared.

“But you will be going to class eighth now, Karishma. Things can become difficult,” Kanishk’s father, Mr. Gupta, had tried to reason with her.

“Papa used to say that tuitions are not needed.”

“Let her be, Uncle,” Siddhartha had taken her side, “I myself never took tuitions. If she thinks she doesn’t need it, I don’t think you should force her.”

“’Papa used to say’ is anyway the end of any argument with her,” Mr. Gupta had sighed and left it at that.

She did become his student eventually though. But it was at the university. He had taken up a job there as an assistant professor by the time she had joined the university. And she had chosen to study Maths which was his department. It was in the last three years of university that she had started opening up to him. Siddhartha had immediately realized that she was more intelligent and level-headed than the average child growing in that household. Perhaps an early loss or hardship made you wise and hard-working. He still continued to give tuitions to those kids who wanted it in that house, although he did not need to do so for money now. And tutoring college students was a better bet for getting some extra income outside of his salary. But he was grateful for all the money that came to him from them when he needed it the most.

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To be continued

 

Reporters (Fan Fiction): Part 37 (Last Part)

Posted Mish3 CommentsPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Kabir-Ananya

The announcement of the promotions made everyone happy. Ananya was promoted to be a senior reporter. She had the option of being an editor, but she preferred to be on the ground, especially for the investigative stories. With his editor-in-chief’s reposnibilities, Manav was happy to let Richa own his popular “Aath ki baat” bulletin. Ronnie was made the chief producer. And many other people also received promotions and raises, including Sunny. The announcement of Malvika’s exit elicited a reaction of surprise; everyone was used to her being there;  and as the owner’s daughter nobody ever expected her to leave, but she noticed that it didn’t displease anyone. Even Kabir’s predecessor, whose utter failure at his job had been for all to see, had evoked more emotional reaction from people. Trisha, who was only a weather news reader, had also had more people regretting her exit than Malvika seemed to be having.

“Yahi problem hai na meri, Kabir?” she asked him later, “Ki main kissi ko positively affect nahin karti.”

“Koi deliberately kissi ko affect karne ki soch kar roz subah ghar se nahin nikalta, Mavika. Lekin jab hum kuchh constructive karte hain, and it doesn’t have to be something big, something professional, kuchh aisa simple sa bhi jisse log ek baar khul kar hans dein, to apne aap log positively affect ho jaate hain.”

“Aur main yahan kuchh constructive kar nahin payi.”

“Kyonki shayad yahan ke kaam mein kabhi tumhara dil nahin laga.”

“Bade baap  ki bigdi hui aulaad hoon na,” she laughed, “Anyway. Thanks for the insight, Kabir.”

“Malvika. Tum smart ho, young ho. Poori zindagi hai tumhare saamne aur tumhein kabhi resources ki kami nahin hone waali hai. Tumhein kuchh constructive karne se kaun rok sakta hai?”

She nodded, then planted a chaste kiss on Kabir’s cheek and left.

Ananya came soon afterwards.

“Malvika ko kya hua?”

He told her about his two recent interactions with Malvika and added, “Kya pata, uski life ki bhi kya story hai? Kis cheez se dissatisfied hai woh? Bahar se to hamein yahi dikhta hai ki use kissi cheez ki kami nahin hai. Lekin ho sakta hai ki poori zindagi udane ke layak paise hone ke bawzood koi bahut badi kami ho uski life mein.”

“Hmm…” Ananya looked thoughtful, then added cheerfully, “Khair. Main abhi Malvika ke baare mein philosophize nahin karna chahti. I will be selfish and say that I am happy she is going away. Ab woh mujhe pareshaan nahin karegi.”

“That is enough for me too, Ananya.”

“Finally! Things are falling in place.”

“Finally yes.”

They sat smiling, gazing at each other for a few moments.

Then Kabir broke the silnce, “Achcha suno. Ma ko bol do ki dinner na banayen. Aaj hum sab bahar jayenge aur enjoy karenge. Apne doston ko bhi bol do.”

“Okay Boss!”

“Kya hua, Ananya?” he asked when she kept sitting there without speaking anything, only fiddling with a paperweight on his table.

“Maine abhi promotion meeting ke pahle Bhabhi ko phone kiya tha.”

“Kyon?”

“Aise hi. Socha, ek baar haal-chaal poochh loon. Woh log itni raat mein gaye the.”

A slight frown appeared on his face. “Kuchh kaha unhone?”

She sighed, “To mujhe galat nahin laga. Aap bhi jaante hain. Woh mujhe pasand nahin karti?”

“Tumhein uski chinta karne ki zaroorat nahin hai, Ananya. Itni formalities ki bhi zaroorat nahin hai–”

“Formalities ki baat nahin hai, Kabir, lekin agar kuchh problem hai to mujhe pata to honi chahiye. Aapki family kya meri family nahin hai?”

“Kya kaha unhone?”

“Kuchh kaha nahin, really, lekin aisa laga ki woh mujhse baat karna nahin chahti. Kal to ghar par mujhe kuchh aisa nahin laga… Ya shayad maine ye socha ki pahli mulaquaat ki awkwardness hai.”

Kabir looked relieved. “To phir theek hai na, Ananya. Kuchh baat aisi hai nahin. Thoda mood erratic hota hai, Bhabhi ka, kabhi-kabhi. Tumhein unki chinta karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Aap mujhse shaadi karne waale hain na? Main aapki wife banne waali hoon.”

“Ismein kya shaq hai?”

“To aap mujhe bachchon ki tarah treat nahin karte rah sakte. Har cheez se mujhe protect nahin karte rah sakte. Kam-se-kam apni family ke issues ya aapki kareebi kissi bhi cheez se to bilkul nahin. Share to karna padega aapko mere saath.”

“Kitni ziddi ho tum!”

“Main zidd kar rahi hoon? Aap itne evasive kyon ho rahe hain? Batate kyon nahin mujhe? Ab agar nahin pasand karti woh mujhe, to nahin karti. Lekin iske baare mein baat na karna kahan ki samajhdaari hai?”

“Ananya! Bhabhi to tumhein theek se jaanti bhi nahin hain. Unki pasand-napasand ka tumse koi lena-dena nahin hai.”

“Phir?”

“Woh ek bahut hi seedhi-saadi aurat hain. Unki duniya unke bete, unke pati, unke pariwaar tak seemit hai. Unke apno par koi aanch nahin aaye, isse zyada unhein kissi cheez se koi matlab nahin hai. And it is understandable. Hum sab chahte hain ki hamare apne safe rahein, khush rahein. Lekin iski wajah se shayad baaki ki duniya ko lekar woh koi responsibility feel nahin karti. Unhein mera kaam, meri zidd – sach ko saamne laane ki – kabhi samajh mein nahin aati thi. Aur jab Sudhir ji – I mean Papa – ke case mein unke bete ki jaan par khatra aa gaya to phir unhein is cheez se matlab nahin tha ki kiski galti hai, kiski nahin. Woh bas in sabse door rahna chahti thi. Itne saalon baad bhi unki woh feelings nahin gayi hain aur unki anxiety tumhare oopar bhi transfer ho jaati hai.”

“Hmm…”

“Lekin Ananya, na to ismein tumhari koi galti hai, na hi tum iske liye kuchh kar sakti ho. Kissi ki bhi galti nahin hai, koi kuchh nahin kar sakta hai. Aur isse koi farq nahin padta. Main to ghar jaata nahin.” He stopped for a moment and added with a smile, “Aur Ananya. Woh tumhari saas nahin hain. Tumhein unhein khush karne ke liye tension lene ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

She also smiled at that. “Sab kuchh clear hai na aapke dimaag mein? Kaise handle kar lete hain itni complications? Ek din mein Shreya, Malvika, Bhabhi, aur mujhe bhi?”

“Sab mera hi create kiya hua mess hai. Clear aur kaun karega?”

“Woh ghar aapke parents ka hai na? Jahan bhaiya-bhabhi rahte hain?”

“Haan. Kyon?”

“Aapko wahan jaane ka man nahin karta?”

“Diwaron se mujhe koi pyaar nahin hai, Ananya. Logon se main ab bhi pyaar karta hoon. Lekin us ghar ko meri koi zaroorat nahin hai.”

She knew how much it mattered to him. So she reiterated for him, “Lekin mujhe – aur meri family ko bhi – aapki bahut zaroorat hai.”

“Aur mujhe tumhari. Aur isliye tumhein apni zindagi mein rakhne ke liye, tumhein khush rakhne ke liye, main kissi ko bhi handle kar loonga.”

“Mujhe dar lagta hai kabhi-kabhi.”

“Kaisa dar?”

“Ki main utna pyaar deserve nahin karti jitna aap mujhse karte hain. Aur ek din aapko ye pata chal jayega–”

“Apni taareefein sunna chahti ho?”

“Kabir!”

“To phir tum kitna pyaar deserve karti ho, ye decision tum mujh par chhod do. Aur tum bas ye socho ki main kitna pyaar deserve karta hoon.”

“Achchha! Aap apni taarefein sunna chahte hain?”

“Nah! Mujhe pata hai ki main deserve karoon ya na karoon, jitna pyaar koi bhi kissi se kar sakta hai, usse zyada tum mujhse karti ho.”

She sat back, “Aapse baaton mein kab jeetungi?”

“Kabhi nahin. Ab chalo, jao apni desk par. Aaj hi office mein logon ko hamare baare mein officially pata chala hai. Kahin unhein ye na lagne lage ki hum kaam dhang se nahin kar rahe.”

“Kya ek din bhi Malvika ka departure celebrate nahin kar sakte?” Ananya feigned disappointment.

“Nahin, Ms. Kashyap. Go now.”

“Kitne khadoos hain aap,” she let out an exaggerated sigh, “Abhi se ye haal hai. Pata nahin shaadi ke baad kya karenge. Shakal bhi dekhnege meri ki nahin?”

He leaned back and grinned, “Shaadi ke baad, Ms. Kashyap, aapki shikayatein kuchh different hongi.”

“Kya different hongi?”

“Neend na poori hone ki.”

She blushed furiously as he had expected, then left without any retort. He couldn’t savor his victory though. The sudden change in her coutenance had reminded him how passionately she responded to him in bed.  And now he was taut with desire. But a long working day stretched before him. And the evening was booked with with her family and friends.

Could he possibly whisk her away for a while in between?

– The End –

Reporters (Fan Fiction): Part 36

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Kabir-Ananya

When he came back, Mrs. Kashyap and Armaan quickly made their excuses and left him alone with Ananya. He led her to the balcony and held her in silence for a long time.

“Abhi tak ghabrai hui ho, Ananya.”

He wasn’t asking. She bowed her head and stared at the floor.

“Talk to me,” he urged.

She took his injured hand in hers and said, “Aapka haath to theek ho jayega. Lekin agar aaj aap nahin aate to…”

“To woh tumhara chehra kharaab kar deti. Use bharosa hai ki agar woh successful ho jati to hamein alag karne ka uska aim achieve ho jaata. Woh sure hai ki phir main tumse shaadi nahin karta.”

Ananya kept silent and stood with her eyes glued to the floor. He lifted her chin and made her look into his eyes.

“Kya tumhein bhi aisa hi lagta hai?” he asked.

Her eyes brimmed over. “Main kabhi khud ko aap par thop nahin sakti.”

“Ye maine nahin poochha, Ananya. Tum bahut khoobsoorat ho. Tum ye jaanti ho. Maine kaha hai tumse, auron ne bhi kaha hi hoga. Lekin khoobsoorat logon ki kami nahin hai duniya mein. Maine pyaar tumse kiya hai, Annie, tumhare chehre se nahin. Kya ye baat tum hamesha yaad rakhogi?”

She nodded. He bent and kissed her full on the lips.

“I love you, Ananya.”

She only hugged him tight in response.

“Chalo ab,” he said after a while, “Main bahut thak gaya hoon. Kal office bhi jaana hai. So jaate hain. Mere change karne ke liye kuchh kapde nikaal do.”

“Ma ke kamre mein honge–”

“Mujhe lagta nahin hai ki woh soyi hain. Lekin phir bhi dheeme se jana,” he said, smiling, and she nodded in understanding.

—

When Ananya came to the breakfast table, Armaan was already there and was speaking to their mother. “Ma. Waise mujhe khushi to bahut hai Didi ki shaadi ki. Lekin main use miss bhi bahut karunga.”

“Woh to hona hi hai,” Mrs. Kashyap replied.

“Kaun miss karega mujhe?” Ananya said as she sat down. Kabir also came there just then. “Main kya tum logon se alag rahne waali hoon?”

Mrs. Kashyap smiled, “To kya shaadi ke baad tu Kabir ko chhod kar yahan rahegi?”

“Nahin. Tum aur Armaan hamare saath rahoge. Kyon Kabir?”

“Of course. Aap log akele kaise rah sakte hain?” Kabir agreed.

Mrs. Kashyap looked from Ananya to Kabir and back, then said, “Aise thode hi na hota hai, Ananya. Hum log yahan theek hai.”

“Agar main tumhara beta hoti to bhi tum mere saath nahin rahti?”

“Ananya. Chhod abhi. Ye bahut major decision hoga. Baad mein baat karte hain. Baitho Kabir. Naashta thandha na ho jaye.”

“Lekin–” she stopped when she noticed Kabir. He silently motioned her to keep quiet.

Armaan left for school after quickly finishing his breakfast. Mrs. Kashyap resumed the conversation then.

“Ananya, meri baat sun. Main bete-beti mein farq nahin karti. Aur Kabir ko bhi maine dil se accept kiya hai. Mujhe tum logon ke saath rahne mein koi dikaat nahin hai. Lekin abhi to main itni boodhi ya kamzor nahin ho gayi hoon. Ye ghar chala sakti hoon. Armaan ka khayaal bhi rakh sakti hoon. Abhi main chahti hoon ki tum log apni nayi zindagi ki shuruat shaanti se karo, apne tareeke se jio. Mera yakeen kar, Ananya, jab Armaan ki shaadi hogi to main use bhi kahungi ki woh apni zindagi jiye. Rishte nibhane ka ye matlab nahin hai ki hum hamesha ek-doosre ke sar par chadhe rahein. Thodi duriyon se rishte zyada meethe hi hote hain. Haan – jab samay aayega ki main kamzor ya beemar pad jaungi, jab ye zaroorat hogi ki tum log mere paas raho, tab main ek baar bhi mana nahi karoongi. I promise.”

Ananya looked at Kabir.

“Tumhein sahi lage ya na lage, Ananya,” Kabir said after a while, “Lekin hamein Ma ki wishes ko respect karna chahiye. Hamein bhi unhein apne tareeke se unki life jeene deni chahiye.”

Ananya nodded, then asked, “Lekin ab ye to nahin kahogi na, Ma, ki meri salary nahin logi ya ghar ke kharche mujhe nahin chalane dogi?”

From the way her mother averted her eyes for a moment, Kabir knew that she had planned for exactly that. But she looked back smiling, “Nahin kahungi. Ab khush?”

—

“Mujhe yahan utaar to dijiye,” Ananya said when Kabir didn’t stop in front of the mall where she usually got down while coming to the office with him.

“Nahin, Ananya. Ab bahut ho gaya caution. Ek mahine mein hamari shaadi hone waali hai. Don’t you think it is time ki office mein bhi sab official ho jaye?”

“Haan. Ho to jaana chahiye. Bas Malvika mujhe naukri se na nikaal de.”

“I hope ki mujhe uske liye headmaster na play karna pade. Woh thodee maturity se kaam le aur mujhe uske Papa se baat na karni pade.”

“Good luck!”

Kabir ran into Ronnie and Richa on his way to Malvika’s office. They looked unnerved.

“Kya hua?” Kabir asked them.

“Malvika humse aapke aur Ananya ke baare mein poochh rahi thi.”

“Huh? Kyon aise? Achanak?”

“Agar aapko Malvika aur Shreya jaise logon se deal karna hai,” Richa said, “To tabloids padhan shuru kar dijiye. Usmein Shreya ki arrest ki news hai – poore details ke saath.”

“Hmm… Kya kaha tum logon ne use?”

“Maine bola ki aapki personal life ke baare mein unhein aapse poochhna chahiye,” Ronnie said, “She wasn’t happy.”

“Theek hai. Thanks, Ronnie. And sorry – hamari wajah se tumhein is pachde mein padna pada. I will handle it now.”

—

“Malvika?”

“Hi Kabir. Haath kaisa hai tumhara?”

“Theek hai, Malvika. Saari khabar rakhti ho tum.”

“Bade logon ke bade affairs. Khabar to rakhni padegi na.”

“Well…”

“And congratulations, Kabir. Tum apni personal life ko kuchh zyada hi secret rakhte ho.”

“Secret nahin, discreet rakhta hoon, Malvika.”

“Bas ek baat bata do. Aisa kya hai usmein?”

“Kuchh bhi nahin jo tumhein impress kare, Malvika. Hota to dikh jaata tumhein. Lekin hum sab different cheezein dhoondh rahe hote hain life mein. Jo mujhe chahiye woh Ananya mein hai. Aur jo tumhein chahiye, woh bhi kissi din tumhein ek sahi insaan mein mil jayega. Trust me, woh mujhme nahin hai.”

“Discreet, eh?” she laughed, then added, “Khair. Main kuchh soch rahi thi kai dinon se. Finally decision le liya hai. Main Singapore ja rahi hoon. KKN mein meri zaroorat nahin hai. Yahan ek capable team hai.”

“KKN mein har capable insaan ki zaroorat hai, Malvika. Lekin agar tumhein yahan satisfaction nahin mil raha hai, to tumhein zaroor kuchh aur try karna chahiye.”

“Yahi sahi. Tumhein kya lagta hai, kise handover karna chahiye mujhe operations?”

“I think tumhein pata hai,” he smiled.

“Ronnie.”

“Maine promotions waali meeting mein bhi kaha tha ki he is ready for more reponsibilities. Capable hai, dependable hai, smart hai, aur hard-working bhi.”

“Theek hai. To hum ek meeting mein promotions announce karte hain, aur wahin par mera jaana bhi.”

“Khalid se baat kar li hai?”

“Abhi hi kar leti hoon.”

—

To be continued

Reporters (Fan Fiction): Part 35

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Rajvir Sharma shot a triumphant glance at his wife. She had not been elated that Kabir had deicded to marry Sudhir Kashyap’s daughter. “Us insaan ki wajah se hamare sar par bas museebatein hi aayi hain,” she had said.

When Rajvir had first heard about it, he had also felt anxious. Could his brother find no other woman? But after only a brief meeting with her, he had known that she was the woman for her. She possessed the same spark that he had so often noticed in his baby brother.

But Sandhya had been cribbing non-stop since Ananya had called to tell them about the accident. “Ab agar ye manhoosiyat nahin hai,” she had grumbled, “To aur kya hai?”

In Ananya’s distress at the potential danger Kabir faced and her insistence of being at his side, Rajvir found the most befitting reply to Sandhya’s objections.

“Nahin. Tumhein real khatra hai,” Kabir told Ananya, “Aur tumhein Dada aur Bhabhi ko ghar le jaana hai. Okay? Main thodi hi der mein wapas aa jaunga. Ma – hum sab log dinner ghar par karenge jaisa ki plan tha.”

Mrs. Kashyap nodded, although she shared her daughter’s concern.

“Ronnie. Sab log kaise aaye hain?”

“Cab se, Sir.”

“Tum car chala lete ho?”

“Car to nahin chalata main, Sir. Lekin kyon? Richa chalati hai.”

“Meri car mall mein khadi hai. Aur wahan bahar jo soft drinks ka stand hai, unko do water-bottles ke paise bhi dene hain. Tum aur Richa baaki logon ko cab mein bitha do. Aur meri car le kar ghar chale jao. Us bande ko paise bhi de dena.”

“Ji, theek hai.”

“Ananya. Spy cam?”

“Ji?”

“Tumhare purse hoga. Hamesha rahta hai,” he said, smiling.

Ananya was not amused. But she rummaged through the purse and handed him the camera.

“Jao Ananya. Sabko le kar jao. Dada aur Bhbhi thake hue bhi honge. Ghar par aaraam rahega. Aur Khurana. I think tumhein apni kissi female colleague ko bulana padega.”

Ananya was visibly reluctant, but she acquisced. After writing down Shreya’s address for Kabir, she left with the rest of them.

—

“Kabir! Tum yahan kaise?” Shreya feigned surprise on seeing Kabir at her door. But Kabir didn’t miss her quick glance at his bandaged hands.

“Mujhe laga ki tumhein meri chinta ho rahi hogi. To tumhein inform kar doon ki mujhe kuchh nahin hua.”

She sighed. “Andar aaoge?”

“Nahin. Yahin clear kar lete hain. Ananya par acid phenk kar kya achieve karna chahti thi tum?”

“Agar tum mere nahin hoge, Kabir, to main tumhein kissi aur ka bhi nahi hone doongi.”

“Uske liye to tumhein mujhe maarna padega, Shreya. Ananya par acid phenk kar tumhein kya milta?”

She smirked, “Kise bewkoof bana rahe ho, Kabir? Kya mujhe nahin pata hai ki why men like you go after younger women.”

He didn’t flinch and asked calmly, “To tumne Ananya par acid phenka taki uska chehra kharaab ho jaye aur main use chhod doon, right?”

“Haan. Aur agar woh tumse door nahin gayi to uska isse bhi bura haal hoga.”

“Wonderful. Khurana. Over to you,” Kabir announced and retreated, finally letting his anger and disgust show on his face.

On seeing Shreya’s blanched face at Khurana and a woman inspector emerging from their hiding place and her ineffective struggle to avoid arrest, Kabir felt a vicious pleasure whose intensity scared him. He needed to return to better people. He needed to feel tender, honest feelings. He needed to return to Ananya. He ignored Khurana’s offer of a ride back in the police jeep, ran to the main road and hailed a taxi.

—

“Ananya. Beta thoda paani aur la de,” Kabir heard Mrs. Kashyap’s voice on entering.

“Haan?” Ananya sounded startled. She had not been listening to the conversation going on in the room.

“Paani, Ananya. Jug mein paani khatam ho gaya hai.”

“Main la deta hoon,” Armaan said, but Ananya stopped him.

“Nahin. Main jaati hoon.”

But she forgot all about it as soon as she got up and spotted Kabir at the door. She ran to him. “Kitni der laga di aapne? Aap theek to hain? Dard to nahin ho raha phir se? Aapko pain-killers lete rahna hai–”

“Ananya!”

He regarded her. She was still in the saree and the makeup, although she looked nothing like the radiant princess he had seen stepping out of the mall. She was dishevelled and appeared shrunken.

“Main theek hoon. Really. Dekho. Aur ab chinta ki koi zaroorat nahin. Shreya custody mein hai.”

“Kaise?” Rajvir asked.

Kabir held Ananya’s hand walked where all of them were sitting.

“Use pata nahin tha ki mere saath police thi, chhipi hui. Aur usne confess kar diya ki usne hi acid phenka tha.”

“Ananya par?” Mrs. Kashyap asked.

“Plan wahi tha uska.”

“Lekin kitne din custody mein rahegi woh?” Ronnie asked.

“Abhi mujhe nahin pata. Lekin ab hamare paas proof hai aur hum use Ananya se door rakh sakte hain. Ab please hum sab dinner karein? Mujhe bahut bhookh lagi hai.”

“Haan. Zaroor. Tum baitho,” Mrs. Kashyap stood up, “Paani – are – Armaan tu hi paani le aa Kabir ke liye. Main bas paranthe senk deti hoon garam-garam. Phir hum dinner karte hain.”

“Main aapki help kar deti hoon,” Sandhya offered, but Mrs. Kashyap didn’t let her.

“Bilkul nahin. Pahli baar aap ghar aayi hain. Aur kaam hi kitna hai? Baaki ka khaana to taiyaar hi hai. Aap please baithiye.”

“Jiju, paani,” Armaan handed him a glass of cold water.

“Thank you, Armaan. Ananya, tablet bhi de do, please. Dard wakai wapas shuru ho raha hai.”

“Ji.”

—

“Aap sab log itne morose se kyon baithe hain,” Kabir said as they started eating, “Ananya, tum? Itna kharcha kar ke aayi ho parlour mein. Lekin aisi shakal par kaun sa makeup aur kaun si saaree achchhi lagegi, haan? Tumhein aise dekh kar to kissi ko bhi lagega ki woh tumhari shaadi ki nahin, kurbaani dene ki baat karne baithe hain. Isliye aap log is baare mein koi baat nahin kar rahe, right Dada? Ma?”

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere relaxed. To his relief even Sandhya joined the conversation in the right spirit. “Hum log poore time itne tense baithe rahe ki maine tumhein complement bhi nahin kiya, Ananya. Bahut achchi lag rahi ho tum.”

“Thank you, Bhabhi,” Ananya smiled and blushed, but Kabir felt that it wasn’t the unhesistant, genuine smile that reached her eyes and that made his heart flutter.

“To kab shaadi karna chahte ho tum log?” Rajvir asked.

Kabri only smiled in reply and Armaan answered for him, “Jaldi se jaldi. Hain na, Jiju?”

“Taiyaariyon mein thoda to time lagega,” Mrs. Kashyap said.

“Aur kya. Dhoom-dhaam se shaadi honi chahiye Ananya ki,” Richa added.

“Aapko aur Ananya ko jitni taiyaar chahiye,” Kabir said, looking first at Mrs. Kashyap, then at Ananya, “Utna hi kaafi hai. Mujhe koi taiyaariyan nahin chahiye, Ma. Main to court mein ya mandir mein bhi shaadi karne ko taiyaar hoon.”

“Muhurt to agle mahine kai hain,” Sandhya said, “Maine pata karwaya tha.”

“Theek hai. Ek mahine ka time rakh kar koi bhi date fix kar lete hain. Main kissi pandit se yahan baat kar loongi,” Mrs. Kashyap decided.

After they had finished dinner, Sandhya gifted a pair of gold earrings to Ananya.

“Iski kya zaroorat thi, Bhabhi?”

“Shagun ke hain, Ananya. Zaroorat nahin, shauk hota hai,” Rajvir said, “Hum apna shauk poora kar rahe hain.”

Mrs. Kashyap also had gifts for Kabir’s brother and sister-in-law. And after the usual drama of refusal, all the gifts were gracefully accepted by everyone.

Richa offered to drive Kabir and his family to his house, “Aap car chala nahin payenge shayad, Sir. Agar zaroorat ho to main drive kar sakti hoon.”

“Nahin Richa. Dard control mein hai. Aur koi dikkat nahin hai. Main drive kar loonga. Thanks for the offer, though.”

After Ronnie and Richa left, Kabir asked, “Dada, Bhabhi, ghar chalein?”

“Nahin Kabir. Mujhe subah office jaana hai. Tu hamein bas bus stop tak chhod de. Hum wapas jayenge.”

“Itni raat mein?”

“Buses bahut der tak chalti hain, Kabir. Mushkil se dedh ghante ka safar hai. Tu chinta mat kar.”

“Ab aapki zid hai to chahliye.” He saw Ananya looking at him with pleading, expectant eyes. “Ma,” he addressed Mrs. Kashyap, “Main abhi wapas yahin aaunga. Aap log sone to nahin ja rahe?”

“Nahin, Kabir.”

He saw Ananya relax, nodded at her almost imperceptibly and then went out.

—

To be continued

Reporters (Fan Fiction): Part 34

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Kabir-Ananya

Ananya stopped in her tracks while stepping out of the mall. Her eyes widened in surprise. Kabir stood there, smiling.

“Kabir!” the voice barely escaped her throat. She had missed him for a week; still the intensity of her emotions on unexpectedly seeing him in front of her surprised her. She ran to him, unmindful of the careful pleats of her saree that her stylist had spent hours on, and hugged him with all her might. He reciprocated with the same passion and buried his face in her tresses as his hands wound tight around her.

She felt slightly embarrassed when she stepped back at last. They were in public and their embrace had been more intimate that she would have allowed in her right mind.

“Aap… aap to seedhe ghar aane waale the na?”

“Tumhein sabse pahle main khud dekhna chahta tha. Taiyaar hone ke baad.”

She chuckled, embarrassed, “Mera makeup to kharaab hi ho gaya hoga.”

“Mujhe bharosa nahi tha ki tum aur khoobsoorat lag sakti ho, lekin… Ek kaam karte hain. Shaadi ki baat nahin, shaadi hi kar lete hain.”

She blushed and looked away.

He let his hands gently caress her cheek, then said, “Do minute ruko. Main car nikaal kar laata hoon.”

She nodded.

He had taken a few steps and he sensed danger more than actually seeing the tall, hooded figure with a glass bottle in his hand.

“Ananya!” he screamed and made a dash for her.

He managed to push her in time to safety, but a splash of the liquid aimed at her face landed on the back of his hand instead.

He let out a cry of agony.

“Kabir! Kya hua? Kya hai ye?”

“Acid. Acid attack,” he hissed through his gritted teeth. The pain was unbearable.

For a few moments, Ananya lost her head and could not recall what she knew about the first aid for acid attack. But then she gathered herself together, looked around and spotted a stall selling soft drinks. He also had packaged water, neatly arranged on one side of the stall. She made a run for it and came back with two bottles ignoring the startled cry of the shopkeeper. She poured the water on his burning hands. It seemed to provide him some relief.

His scream had atracted the mall security.

“Ye acid hai,” Ananya pointed to the small pool of liquid on the floor to the befuddled security guard, “Dhyaan rakhiyega ki kissi se touch na ho jaye. And for God’s sake,” she suddenly took to shouting, “Ek cab bulaiye. Hamein hospital jaane ki zaroorat hai.”

Occasionally sprinkling water on his hands during the cab ride to the nearest hospital. She also made a call to Inspector Khurana telling him about the incident. He promised to meet them at the hospital immediately.

—

“Kabir? Ananya?” Mrs. Kashyap rushed into the emergency room, followed by Ronnie, Richa and Armaan. Inspector Khurana was already there.

“Ma!” Ananya had managed to stay calm till now, but on seeing her mother, all the fear she had kept suppressed came bubbling up. She fell into her mother’s embrace and sobbed like a child.

“Ananya!” Kabir called her, himself slightly dizzy from the pain as well as the strong pain-killer injections the doctor had administered him, “Tum Ma ko bekaar mein dara rahi ho. Chhota sa burn hai, Ma. Theek ho jayega thode dinon mein. Aur Ananya ko kuchh nahin hua hai.”

Ananya broked the embrace, but tears refused to obey her will and continued falling down her face, “Ma. Woh acid mer oopar phenka gaya tha. Kabir mujhe bachate hue…”

“Bas Ananya,” Kabir interjected again, “Tum baith jao, please. Tum shock mein ho.”

Looking listless, she obeyed and sat down on a chair nearby. Richa went to her and pressed her shoulders.

“Tum theek ho, Kabir?” Mrs. Kashyap finally got a chance to ask after the patient.

“Superficial burn hai. Jaldi hi theek ho jayega. Ananya abhi aise bachchon ki tarah ro rahi ahi. But usne bahut bravely sab handle kiya. Immediately paani daala mere burns par. Isliye zyada skin damage bhi nahin hua. The doctor was impressed.”

“Haan. Aur jo thoda bahut jo skin damage hai bhi woh ek simple skin grafting surgery se normal ho jayega,” Khurana added, “Doctor confident tha.”

“Bhagwaan ka lakh-lakh shukr hai, Kabir.”

“Are! Dada, Bhabhi? Aap log  kab se khade hain darwaaze par?” Kabir stood up on seeing the.

“Bas do minute se, Kabir. Tu theek hai?”

“Main bilkul theek hoon. Ananya ne bekaar mein aap sab logon ko phone kar ke pareshaan kar diya.”

“Ananya,” Kabir’s sister-in-law turned to her and asked sharply, “Tum abhi kah rahi thi ki attack tum par targeted tha.”

Ananya got up, wiping her eyes and replied, “Ji.”

“Kaun tha attacker phir?”

“Mujhe nahin pata.”

“Lekin aise attack to aksar ex-boyfriends hi karte hain.”

Anaya was startled at the accusation implied in that.

“Bhabhi, please. Ananya waise hi bahut pareshaan hai.”

“Ananya,” Inspector Khurana spoke now, “I understand ki tum pareshaan ho. Lekin jo baat Mrs. Sharma ne kahi hai, woh poori tarah galat nahi hai. Acid attackers ka most common profile yahi hota hai – jilted lover. Kya tumhein koi idea hai ki woh kaun ho sakta hai?”

Ananya looked from Khurana to Kabir and back, her face puzzled as if she was unable to comprehend what was going on.

“Baith jao, Ananya. Richa, please,” Understanding what was expected of her, Richa took Ananya’s hand and forced her back in a chair.

“Jilted lover to involved hai, Khurana,” Kabir said, “Lekin Ananya ka nahin.”

“Phir?”

“Ananya! Tum jaanti ho ki Shreya kahan rahti hai, right?” Kabir asked.

She nodded absently, then looked up with a start, suddenly realizing what he was implying. “Shreya? Lekin woh to koi… koi ladka tha na?”

“Jo bhi tha ya thi, usne jeans aur hooded sweatshirt pahan rakhi thi. Hoodie aur full-sleeves ke liye ye mausam thoda zyada warm nahin hai? Aur uski height… Mujhe uska address do.”

“Agar woh Shreya thi to I am sure hum mall ke CCTV footage se evidence nikaal lenge,” Khurana said

“Woh to karna hi hoga tumhein. Lekin main tumhein supporting evidence bhi dilwa deta hoon, Khurana. Ananya, address do please.”

“Aapne hi kaha tha na, Kabir, ki woh kitni khatarnaak hai. Agar woh acid attack kar sakti hai to—Please mat jaiye.”

“Ananya. Tumhein pata hai ki woh mere saath kuchh nahin karegi. Aur Khurana bhi hai mere saath. Address, please?”

“Main bhi chalungi aapke saath.”

—

To be continued

Reporters (Fan Fiction): Part 33

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Kabir-Ananya

“Ma?” Kabir picked up the phone immediately when he saw the caller id.

“Kabir, kaise ho?”

“Ji. Main theek hoon. Aap– Koi problem hai kya?”

“Shreya…”

“Ma. Mera ek past hai. Ye sach hai aur ise main badal nahin sakta. Lekin mera bharosa kijiye ki maine Ananya se kuchh nahin chhipaya hai–”

“Main tumhein lekar pareshaan nahin hoon, Kabir. Woh video dekha maine.  Lekin Shreya – usne mujhe kitni aasaani se deceive kar diya tha. Woh bahut khatarnaak aurat hai, Kabir. Mujhe uski wajah se Ananya ke liye dar lag raha hai.”

He sighed and stayed silent for a moment. Then said, “Mujhe khud bhi yahi chinta hai. Aur mujhe aapki help chahiye. Kya aap kuchh dinon ke liye ye koshish kar sakti hain ki Ananya akeli zyada bahar na aaye-jaye. Har waqt main kahunga to bhadak jayegi. Aap kahengi to…”

“To bhi bhadkegi. Lekin koshish karoongi, Kabir.”

“Jab tak main hoon uske aas-paas tab tak koi chinta nahin hai, Ma. Lekin mujhe shayad–” He was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Maine ek meeting rakhi hui hai abhi. Main aapko baad mein phone karoon?”

“Theek hai, Kabir.”

—

“Guys! Hamari last story almost ready hai,” Kabir addressed his group of investigative reporters in the meeting, “Abhi next one week ke liye kissi ko hamari investigative stories ke liye field mein jaane ki zaroorat nahin hai. Kuchh leads hain, jo maine aap logon se individually discuss kiye hue hain. I want you all to do as much secondary research as possible. Kal se main ek hafte ke liye out of town hoon. I will be doing my bulletin from different cities for a week. Wapas aa kar, depending on the results of your research, we wiill pick up the next story to follow. Meanwhile, naye programmes ki wajah se hum thode understaffed hain. Naye recruits ko up to speed aane mein time lagega. So, if Manav wants any of you in the field for any stories, please cooperate with him.”

He answered questions some of the reporters had and then dismissed the meeting. Ananya stayed behind and charged at him.

“Ab mujhe meetings mein pata chalega ki aap bahar jaane waale hain?”

“Are, Ananya!” he held up his hands in front of him in a defensive gesture, “Bataya to tha tumhein ki ye plan discuss kar raha tha main Khalid aur Malvika ke saath.”

“Lekin aap kal hi ja rahe hain…” she suddenly lost her aggression and seemed close to tears.

“Hey!” he said softly, “I am sorry. Bas abhi-abhi dates finalize hui local teams ke saath coordinate kar ke.”

“Aapko do minute meeting se pahle time nikaal kar mujhe bata dena chahiye tha,” she said in a small voice.

“Tum meeting mein—“

“Rona aa raha tha mujhe. Kitni mushkil se maine control kiya. I know, Kabir, ki shayad ye over-reaction hai–”

“But I love it. Sorry, really, dekho kaan pakad kar bol raha hoon–”

She was startled and looked around, concerned. The glass walls of the cabin provided only so much privacy despite the frosted strips.

“Kya kar rahe hain aap?”

He brought his hands down and said, “Mera bhi tumhein chhod kar jaane ka zara bhi man nahin hai. Main tumhein bahut miss karoonga. I wish ki tum mere saath chal sakti. Shaadi ke baad tumhein chhod kar jaane ki zaroorat nahin padegi.”

“Aapne Ma se baat ki hai shaadi ke baare mein?”

“Main wapas aa kar Dada aur Bhabhi ko Ma se milwaunga. Unse baat kar li hai.”

Finally, she smiled.

“Ananya?”

“Ji?”

“Ghar chalogi?”

She knew that voice by now. Even in his simplest of the questions it coveyed his desires and demands unambiguously.

“Abhi?” she croked through her dried throat.

“Itna to hamare employers hamein owe karte hain. Main mall waale mod par rahunga. Tum dus minute baad nikalna.”

She nodded and left the cabin.

—

He propped himself up on his elbows and pushed a strand of hair away from her sweaty forehead. She was still caught in the post-coital haze and was breathing heavily.

“Ananya!” his sibilant voice poured in her ears like a the sonorous sound of water from a faraway river.

“Hmm..” she responded languidly, her eyes only half-open.

“Ek promise karogi?”

“Kya?”

“Meri absence mein please akele idhar-udhar mat jaana.”

Her eyes shot open.

“Aapko pata hai ki in moments mein main kitni kamzor ho jaati hoon aapke saamne. Isliye abhi bol rahe hain na?”

“Ananya! Main–”

“Kya tension hai? Shreya ko le kar pareshaan hain aap? Woh kya kar legi mera?”

“Kuchh nahin kar paayegi woh tumhara. Lekin meri aur Ma ki man ki shanti ke liye?”

“Ma se baat ki aapne is baare mein?” she frowned, the haze had completely disappeared now.

“Unhone mujhse baat ki. Please? Please is baare mein bahas mat karo?”

She pouted, but acquisced “Theek hai. Koshish karoongi.”

He bent down and bit her lower lips drawing a slight moan from her.

“I can’t have enough of you, Ananya,” he groaned as he positioned himself on top of her again, “Main pagal na ho jaun.”

—

“Hello, Mr. Sharma!” Ananya chirped on phone.

“Hello, Ms. Kashyap. Kahan hain aap?”

“Main parlour mein hoon.”

“Akele?”

“Offo. Nahin. Ronnie ne drop kiya tha.”

“Wapas kaise jaogi?”

“Cab kar loongi. Aapko kya lagta hai ki parlour mein paise kharch kar ke main scooter par dhool aur dhoop ke maze lene ke liye ghoomne jaungi?”

“Ronnie tumhara wait kar sakta tha na?”

“Mujhe abhi yahan ghanton lagne waale hain.”

“Ghanton? Irada kya hai tumhara?”

“Ki jab Bhaiya-Bhabhi ghar aayen to main thodee theek-thaak dikhoon.”

“Haan. Magar woh hamari shaadi ki baat karne aa rahe hain, shaadi karwane nahin.”

“Aapko kharche ki chinta ho rahi hai?”

Kabir let out a mock sigh. “Ab thodi chinta to karne padegi na, Ananya. Shaadi karne ja raha hoon tumse.”

Ananya replied in the same vein, “Wahi to. Mujhe bhi tab tak hi jitni pampering karwani hai apni karwa leni hai. Shaadi ki baad kaun papmper karne waala hai?”

Kabir smiled, “Tumhein main saari zindagi pamper karoonga, Ananya.”

She also smiled, “I know.”

“Achcha batao. Kaun se parlour mein ho? Kahan hai ye?”

“Kyon?” she teased, “Aap mujhe follow karwayenge? Kyonki main akeli hoon yahan?”

“Ananya!” Kabir was mildly irritated, “Bas aise hi poochh raha hoon. Maine tumhein kabhi follow nahin karwaya. Bas Armaan aur Ronnie ki help li thi.”

“I know, Kabir. Mazaak kar rahi thi. Office ke paas waale mall mein hoon. Wahan top floor par parlour hai. Thoda mehanga hai. But kabhi-kabhi to indulge kar sakte hain na?”

“Tum jab chaho indulge kar sakti ho. Chalo, mere airport ke liye nikalne ka time ho raha hai. Milte hain shaam mein?”

“Aap airport se seedhe ghar pahunchenge?”

“Haan. Dada aur Bhabhi bhi seedhe wahin pahunchenge.”

“Bye Kabir.”

“Bye sweetheart.”

—

To be continued

Reporters (Fan Fiction): Part 32

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Kabir-Ananya

“Tum? Yahan kya karne aayi ho?”

“Andar to aane do, Kabir.”

“I don’t think so. Jao yahan se.”

“Please. Mujhe tumse kuchh baat karni hai. Ek baar, please?”

He wasn’t persuaded by Shreya’s pleading, but he feared that she will create a scene if he didn’t let her in. Reluctantly, he stepped aside.

“You have done so well in your career, Kabir. I feel so proud of you.”

He didn’t respond, instead just stood before her with folded hands and regarded her coolly.

“I know your predilection for your young subordinates, Kabir. But I still love you.”

“Tum mujhse kya expect kar rahi ho, Shreya?”

“Let’s get back together, Kabir. Hum saath rahenge to kya kuchh nahin kar sakte hain. I have so many plans. A new channel. Our own. Mere contacts aur paise, aur tumhara journalistic talent. We are a formidable combination, Kabir.”

“Isliye tum wapas Delhi aayi?”

“Sirf tumhare liye.”

“Aur Ananya ko hamare raaste se hatane ki koshish kar rahi ho?”

“Woh hamare raaste se hat chuki hai.”

“Ananya meri fiancee hai.”

“Uski Ma tumhari shaadi kabhi nahin hone degi.”

“Kyonki tumne unke kaan bhar diye hain.”

“Bas tumhari sachchai batayi hai.”

“Hamara beta?”

“Ek chhota sa jhooth to banta hai love and war mein, Kabir.”

“Aur tumhein aisa kyon lagta hai ki main in sabse bahut khush hoon?”

“Come on, Kabir. Woh bachchi hai tumhare saamne. You are no more over me than I am over you. Tum Ananya ko us farmhouse mein nahin lekar gaye the jiske baare mein maine tumhein bataya tha?”

“Tum hamein follow karwa rahi thi?”

“Love and war, Kabir!”

“Agar Ananya tumhein us din pub se nahin le jaati to? Kaise dosti karti tum usse?”

“Tumhein pata hai Kabir ki mujhe jo chahiye hota hai woh main haasil kar leti hoon. Ananya se milne ka woh pahla plan nahin tha. Aur unsuccessful hota to aakhiri bhi nahin hota.”

“I am impressed, Shreya. So you still love me?”

“Itna sab maine kiske liye kiya?”

“Ye sab to tumne apni marzi se kiya, Shreya. Kya tum mera ek test dene ko taiyaar ho?”

“Koi bhi test le lo, Kabir.”

“Baitho. Main aata hoon.”

She sat down on the sofa, while Kabir went inside the bedroom.

On coming back he tossed something at her which made her jump up. It was a pistol. Before she could recover, she found him pointing another one at her.

“I play a fair game, Shreya. Pistol tumhare paas bhi hai. Safety latch off hai. Loaded hai. I want to kill you. Lekin tum mujh par pahle goli chala do to bach sakti ho.”

Shreya tried to talk some sense to him, but not before pointing her pistol at him. “Ye kya pagalpan hai, Kabir?”

“Love and war, Shreya. Dono hi pagal hote hain. Ek kaam karte hain. Hum coordinate kar ke fire karte hain. Dono log saath hi mar jaate hain. Saari great love stories ka yahi end hota hai. You know, Romeo and Juliet, Shiri-Farhad…”

“Kabir. Main tumhare saath jeena chahti hoon, marna nahin chahti.”

“Saath mein to ab mar hi sakte hain, Shreya. Jeena hai to chala do goli mujh par. Main teen tak ginta hoon aur tumhein pahla mauka deta hoon. Ek… Do…”

“Nahiiin!” Kabir didn’t know the source of the scream for a moment. Shreya had pressed the trigger and — Ananya was standing in front of him, shielding him from the bullet she expected to come his way.

“Ananya!” he turned her around and drew her sobbing form in his arms. “It’s okay. You are safe. We are safe. Pistols loaded nahin hai. Calm down. I’m sorry.”

He threw his pistol aside. Ananya recovered, but still continued to lean on him for support. Shreya was bewildered and stared wide-eyed at the scene unfolding before her.

Kabir helped Ananya to the sofa, then faced Shreya.

“I can’t die with you, Kabir,” Shreya said, scared but stubborn.

“And Ananya can die for me,” he hissed as he closed in on her, “So leave now. And leave both of us alone. Warna ab mujhe bhi games play karne aate hain, Shreya. It won’t end well for you.”

He came back to sit beside Ananya after seeing Shreya out of his house and bolting the door behind her. Ananya wasn’t crying, but was still shaken. He gathered her in his arms and she clung to him.

“Mujhe aapse jhagda nahin karna chahiye tha,” she said, her voice trembling, “Lekin main aapko chhod kar nahin gayi thi. Bas… I am sorry. Maine aap par bina soche-samjhe gussa kiya.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Ananya. Clam down.”

“Kya aap mujhse… Do you still love me?” She looked up, fearful.

“Pagal ladki. Ek baar gusse mein jhagda ho gaya to kya main tumse pyaar karna band kar doonga?”

She held him even tighter and mumbled, “Sorry.”

“Taali ek haath se nahin bajti. I am also sorry. Mujhe patiently deal karna chahiye the isse. Lekin zindagi, hopefully, lambi hai, Ananya. Abhi to aise kitne jhagde honge,” he made her look up at him and smiled, “Kabhi main tumhein manaunga, kabhi tum mujhe manana – nahin? – achchha main hi manaunga.”

She couldn’t help chuckling.

“Har chhote-mote jhagde se rishte khatam hone lagein to duniya bahut unbearable ho jayegi. Waise itni raat ko tum aayi kaise?” he suddenly remembered.

She just smiled, looking embarrassed.

“Scooter se? God! Ananya. Tum– Kya apni jaan dene ka soch kar nikli thi? Raaste mein bach gayi to yahan kood gayi pistol ke saamne.”

“Mujhe kya pata tha ki woh khali hai?”

“Yahi to baat hai na, Ananya,” his voice grew tender and reflective, “Tumhein nahin pata tha ki woh khali hai. Tum meri jaan bachane ke liye…” Rest of the words got stuck in his throat.

When Ananya looked at him, she had to avert her eyes. His amorous, yet fond gaze gave her goosebumps.

“Bedroom mein chalogi, Ananya?”

She knew what he wanted, but she couldn’t find her voice. She could only respond by nodding.

—

When he pulled up the car in front of her later at the night, they were both reluctant to let go. They remained seated in the car for a long time.

“Let’s get married,” Kabir said finally.

“Ma phir se tension mein hain aapko lekar. Shreya ne pata nahin unhein…”

“Taking a leaf from your book,” he grinned, “Maine ye lagaya hua tha aaj usse baat karte hue.” He held his hands out.

“Spy cam?”

“Spy cam. Ma ko dikha dena. I think it should be sufficient.”

She shook her head smiling, “I don’t believe it. Aapko pata tha ki woh aane waali hai.”

“Nahin. Lekin I am ready enough a reporter. Tha ek mere paas. Bas use sahi direction mein point karne ki zaroorat thi. Woh pistol waala part nahin hai recorded. So Ma won’t freak out.”

“Waise ye kya stunt soojha aapko bhi, Kabir? Aise pistols nikaalne ka?”

“She brings out the worst in me, Ananya.”

“Phir bhi–”

“Main use batana chahta tha ki uska obsession aur uski loneliness mere liye uska pyaar nahin hai. Tumne aur zyada achchhe se samjha diya.”

Ananya shook her head, unconvinced.

“I know, I know,” he conceded, “Dubara nahin hoga.”

“Aapke paas do pistols hain kyon?”

“Kabhi investigation karte-karte mil gaye the. Khali the, Ananya. Ab maaf kar do, please?”

“Theek hai,” she pouted.

“Aur Ananya!”

“Ji.”

“Tum bhi dekh lena woh clip.”

“Mujhe dekhne ki zaroorat nahin hai, Kabir. Mujhe aapki baat par kabhi shaq karna hi nahin chahiye tha–”

“No. Ananya. I want you to see it. Agar nahin dekhogi to mujh par to bharosa karogi, lekin ye bharosa nahin hoga tumhein ki Shreya kis hadd tak ja sakti hai. Aur mujhe dar hai ki woh chup nahin baithegi. So I want you to be prepared for it.”

She reached over the gearbox and gave him an awkward hug. “Aap bahut achchhe hain. Agar maine phir aapse kabhi jhagda kiya na to whack me on the head. Taki meri akal thikaane aa jaye.”

“Actually,” Kabir tapped his chin as if thinking seriously, “I think main jhagda hone doonga. Kyonki make-up waala part better hai.”

“Kabir!”

He gave her a quick peck on the lips and smiled. “Good night, sweetheart.”

“Good night, Kabir.”

—

To be continued

Reporters (Fan Fiction): Part 31

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Fan Fiction, Hinglish, Kabir-Ananya

“Hey Richa!” Ananya called her friend, “Yahan hain hum.”

“Wow, Ananya! New dress, eh? Achcha to ye hain teri dost…” Richa’s voice drowned as she took in Shreya’s face, “Ananya ye…”

“Shreya. Shreya, ye hai Richa. Meri bachpan ki dost aur ab colleague bhi.”

“Hi Richa,” Shreya offered her hands, “Nice to meet you.” Richa took her hand and shook it weakly. Her face had gone pale.

“Ananya. Ek minute, tujhse baat karni hai.”

“Kya hua?”

“Please mere saath aa. Akele mein baat karni hai tujhse,” Richa dragged her.

“Are Richa. Wait. Dekh Kabir idhar aa rahe hain. Mujhe bas ek minute de…”

She shook herself free and went back.

“Kabir!”

Kabir shot her a lovelorn look and came closer. “Not bad, Ms. Kashyap,” he whispered in her ears, “I could eat you up right now.”

She gently pushed him away reminding, “Hum office party mein hain.”

When no rejoinder came she looked up to find him looking stiff and pale. She followed his eyes and found Shreya just behind them.

“Are haan. Kabir ye–”

“Tum! Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?” Kabir ignored Ananya and growled at Shreya.

Confused, Ananya looked from one to the other.

“Kabir!” Shreya barely managed to whisper.

“Aap dono ek-doosre ko jaante hain?”

“Haan,” Kabir looked at Ananya angrily, “And I am not happy ki main ise jaanta hoon. Tum is party mein kya kar rahi ho, Shreya.”

“Kabir, please! Ye meri guest hain.”

“Tumhari?” Kabir was shocked.

Ananya hadn’t realized that Richa had followed her until she heard her whispering in her ear from behind, “Yahi bata rahi thi main tujhe. Shreya Kabir Sir ki ex-wife hai. Isse kahan mili tu?”

All color drained out of Ananya’s face on hearing that.

“Kabir! Kya kar rahe ho tum? Go and make your speech,” Malvika barged in.

“Malvika. Thodi der–”

“Bahur der ho chuki hai, Kabir. Plesae. Main kab se tumhein dhoondh rahi hoon.”

Glaring more at Ananya than Shreya, Kabir left.

Malvika noticed Shreya then.

“Shreya Sharma?” Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Shreya Bhagat,” Ananya said absently.

“I reverted to my maiden name,” Shreya muttered to Ananya, “I’m sorry, Ananya. I had no idea Kabir was your boss.”

Ananya was too bewildered to respond. But Malvika was not going to let go of an opportunity to take her to the task.

“Tum layi ho ise yahan? Ananya? Tumne logon ko outrage karne ka theka le rakha hai kya? What does it mean to invite your boss’ ex-wife to the office party?”

Ananya didn’t feel like explaining anything to Malvika. She tried to focus on Kabir addressing the gathering, congratulating the team of the channel achieving number one position, exhorting them to let their hair down for the party, but to get back to work the next day. But his words were blurred in the party noise. She was too far from him.

“Ananya,” she came to herself on hearing Shreya’s voice, “Main nikalti hoon. I am really sorry.”

“If this doesn’t opens Kabir’s eyes,” Malvika said threateningly, “I don’t know what will.” Then she walked away.

“Ananya!” Richa pressed her shoulders.

“Richa. Yaar maine kuchh jaan-boojh kar thode hi na kiya. Aur itni badi bhi kya baat ho gayi. Woh log divorced hain. Apne-apne raaste par ja rahe hain. Aamne-saamne aa jaana koi gunaah thode hi na hai.”

“Tu Kabir Sir se baat kar le ek baar. Achanak se dekha hoga unhone to–”

Kabir had finished speaking and Ananya saw him stepping out. She rushed after him.

“Kabir!”

“Kya professional life ke khatre tumhare liye kaafi nahin hain, Ananya. Jo ab tum dost bhi aise logon ko banane lagi ho? Bina unke baare mein kuchh jaane?”

“Aap please mujh par chillana band karenge? Mujhe nahin maaloon tha–”

“Aur woh tumhare ghar ja chuki hai? Kissi ko bhi ghar le jaogi tum? Kabhi kuchh poochha usse ki kaun hai woh?”

“Mujhe maaloon tha ki woh divorcee hain, lekin ab kya main har kissi se ye poochhti phiroon ki aap Kabir Sharma ki ex-wife hain kya?”

“Na to tumhein apne doston ke baare mein kuchh pata hota hai, na hi mere baare mein.”

“Kabir, please! Aapne kya mujhe photo dikhayi thi? Main tabloids follow nahin kar rahi thi aapke divorce ke samay. Jitna aapne bataya hai apne baare mein utna mujhe pata hai.”

“Good. To ab please door raho us naagin se.”

Ananya herself knew that her friendship with Shreya could not continue. But the way Kabir demanded it made her flare up.

“Main khud decide karoongi ki kisse door rahna hai mujhe aur kisse nahin. Aur aapne kya mujhe sab sach sach bataya tha? Bola tha na maine aapse ki aapki responsibilities ke raaste mein nahin aaungi. To aapne kyon nahin bataya mujhe ki Shreya aur aapka ek beta hai.”

“What? Ye kya bakwaas hai? Hamara koi bachchha nahin hai.”

“Mujhe nahin pata ki aap mujhse jhooth bol rahe hain ya khud se. Shreya divorce ke samay preganant thi.”

“Ye usne bola tumse?”

“To?”

“To ye ki main uski rag-rag se waakif hoon. Woh tumhare saath mess up kar rahi hai.”

“Use pata bhi nahin hai ki hamara rishta kya hai. Abhi bhi woh yahi samajhti thi ki aap mere boss hain, bas. Woh mere saath mess up kyon karegi?”

“Use kya pata hai, kya nahin, ye tum kaise jaanti ho?”

“Is paranoia ka koi jawaab nahin hai.”

“Main ek baar us aurat se deal kar chuka hoon, Ananya. Agar tum bhi usi ki zubaan bolna shuru kar dogi to main tumse deal nahin kar paunga.”

“Theek hai, phir. Koi zaroorat nahin hai aapko mujhse deal karne ki.”

She left in a huff.

—

“Ananya? Beta tu theek hai? Maine kitni baar phone kiya tujhe?” Mrs. Kashyap looked worried when she opened the door for her daughter.

“Phone silent tha, Ma. Kya hua? Tum aise kyon poochh rahi ho?”

“Ananya!”

Shreya was waiting for her in the hall.

“Aap?”

“I’m so, so sorry, Ananya,” she came to her and gave her a hug, “Mujhe koi idea nahin tha ki Kabir was your boss. Aur abhi-abhi Auntie se pata chala ki you and Kabir… Main bas yahan sorry kahne aayi thi. And if there is anything I can do to clear the air–”

“It’s okay. Thank you, Shreya. Aapki galti nahin thi.”

“Will you be fine, Ananya?”

“Yes.”

“Main chalti hoon.”

Mrs. Kashyap bolted the door after Shreya and turned to her daughter. “Jo Shreya kah rahi hai woh sach hai kya, Ananya? Woh Kabir ki ex-wife hai?”

“Usne aapse is baare mein baat ki?”

“Woh bahut pareshaan thi. Maine use baat karne par majboor kiya, Ananya. Aur mere liye bhi to ye sab janna zaroori hai.”

“Haan to theek hai na, Ma. Kya farq padta hai ki Shreya unki ex-wife hai ya koi aur…”

“But she is a wonderful woman. Usne jo mujhe bataya uske divorce ka reason, mujhe laga ki woh sach kah rahi thi.”

“Ma–”

“Aur uska beta?”

“Ma. Main bahut thaki hui hoon. Kal baat karein, please?”

“Ananya. Bas ek baat. Main is baat se inkaar nahin kar rahi ki Kabir ne hamare liye bahut kuchh kiya hai. Lekin ek jeevan saathi mein professional competence se zyada important hota hai uska personal moral. Ye dhyaan rakhna, Ananya.”

She nodded non-commitally and locked herself in her room.

Kabir was right about Shreya, she realized. She had come straight to her home and had blabbered everything before her mother. What was she hoping for if not to drive a rift between them? Ananya still had difficulty believing that it could all be a part of a plan, but as she realized that she was utterly wrong in accusing Kabir, a cold fear gripped her. Till now she was occupied with her anger towards him, but now she wondered what Kabir’s reaction would be. It was bad enough that he had come face to face with Shreya so unexpectedly. To top that she herself had accused him of lying instead of supporting and believing him.

“I’m sorry, Kabir,” she broken down and sobbed.  How disappointed he must be in her. After all he had done for her. All their happy moments played like a movie before her eyes. Kabir’s first day in the office, Kabir challenging her, Kabir complementing her, Kabir offering to drop her home, Kabir blurting that he loved her, Kabir proposing her on his knees, Kabir taking her for dinners and to the farmhouse, Kabir insisting on buying her a new dress and now…

—

To be continued