Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 38

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Nidhi was not on duty that day. So, Ashutosh had not seen her all day. The study discipline imposed by no one other himself meant that they hardly spent any time together these days. Even when he visited her, he tried to keep the concentration on her studies and exam preparation.

He was now missing her badly. He wondered if he should give her a call and relax the discipline a bit for the day. Probably go out for a dinner. Just then his mobile rang. Who else could it be?

“Hi Nidhi. Main abhi tumhare baare mein hi soch raha tha.”

“Achchha! Thank God. Mujhe to laga tha ki aaj kal aapne PG medical entrance ki coaching chala rakhi ahi, jismein main ek student hoon aur exam aur result ke beyond aap mere baare mein sochte hi nahin.”

“Come on Nidhi.”

“Dekhiye. Aaj meri duty nahin thi. Maine din bhar padhai ki hai. Plan ke hisaab se revision poora kar liya hai. Aaj aap mujhe dinner par le jayenge. Bas.”

“Kahan jaana hai aapko?”

“Shaam-e-Awadh. Kitne din ho gaye kissi achchi jagah par gaye hue.”

Ashutosh was about to give in, but checked himself. He didn’t trust himself. If he gave in today, he might himself crave more and more for her company in the days to come. The entire discipline regime had anyway more been for himself than for her. He was afraid that if he let himself go, he would take up so much of her time that her studies will be affected.

“Ghar sabse achchhi jagah hoti hai Dr. Nidhi Verma. Aur ghar ka khana best hota hai. So, stay at home.”

“Dr. Ashutosh! Aap bahut bure hain.”

“Bahut der se realize hua tumhein. Bye Nidhi,” he said and disconnected the call. Then an idea struck him. He called up Chhote Sarkar, asked him not to cook the dinner and drove to Shaam-e-Awadh.

“Chhote Sarkar. Ghar par koi hai nahin kya? Baba kahan hain?” Ashutosh asked Chhote Sarkar when he opened the door for him.

“Woh to evening walk par gaye hain. Aur Dadi Bua mandir.”

“Nidhi kahan hai?”

“Nidhi Bibiji apne kamre mein hain. Lekin saawdhaan! Bahut kharaab mood mein hain. Hum abhi coffee dene gaye the, lekin unhone daant kar hamein wapas bhej diya. Ab hamein kya pata ki unhein coffee nahin peeni hai. Roz peeti hain is samay.”

Ashutosh smiled, “Ye coffee mujhe dijiye aur ye khana kitchen mein rakhiye. Aaj sab log yahi khayenge. Bas woh “hara bhara kabab” – uska ek packet khol kar Nidhi ke kamre mein le aaiye.”

“Nidhi,” Ashutosh entered her room with the cofffee.

“Aap?” Nidhi was at first excited to see him, but quickly remembered that she was also mad at him, “Aap kya kar rahe hain yahan? Mujhe aapse koi baat nahin karni hai.”

“Are to uske liye coffee kyon nahin peeni? Dekho Chhote Sarkar ne kitne pyaar se banayi hai.”

“Aap jaiye yahan se.”

Ashutosh just sat beside her on the bed and smiled. Nidhi sat stiff for a while, but Ashutosh sitting there, all smiles, was distracting her.

“Kyon muskura rahe hain aap?”

“Ye gusse mein jo tumhari naak fadakti hai ba, bahut cute lagti hai.”

“Aur gusse mein mere haath mein jo bhi cheez aati hai na, use utha kar main saamne waale par phenk bhi deti hoon.”

“Dekhoon to zara, tumhare gaal laal ho rahe hain ya nahin? Gussa sach ka hai ya natak kar rahi ho?”

“Dr. Ashutosh,” Nidhi gave up and said in a resigned voice, “Aap bahut bure hain.”

“Ummm…” Ashutosh saw Chhote Sarkar coming with the kabab as he had asked him to, “Itna bhi bura nahin hoon. Thank you Chhote Sarkar,” he took the plate from his hands and Chhote Sarkar left.

Nidhi looked at him surprised, “Ye…”

“Shaam-e-Awadh se tumhara favourite starter. Baaki ka khana bhi hai. But its too early for that.”

Nidhi had to smile, “Lekin aap phir bhi bahut bure hain.”

“Yahi sahi!” He picked up a piece and fed her.

“Hum bahar kyon nahin ja sakte the?”

“Aaj chale jaate to mera kal phir jaane ka man karta, aur parson phir. Nidhi. Tumahre saath mera life ko enjoy karne ka man karta hai. Lekin kuchh dinon ke liye usko hold par rakhna zaroori hai, tumhare career ke liye.”

Nidhi smiled, “Itne bure bhi nahin hain aap. Mera favourite starter to le hi aaye hain.” She fed a piece to him too.

“Kya hua Baba? Nidhi kahan hai?”

“Apne kamre mein hai aur pagal hui ja rahi hai. Kuchh karo Ashutosh. Warna she will have a nervous breakdown.”

Ashutosh had come running from the hospital, leaving earlier than usual, after Baba called him.

Ashutosh went to her room followed by Baba and saw Dadi Bua getting even more nervous than Nidhi was. That wasn’t helping Nidhi. Ashutosh shook his head in disbelief over Dadi Bua’s antics. He indicated to Baba to take her outside. Baba did that.

“Dr. Ashutosh. Ye poora idea hi bura tha. Mujhse nahin hoga ye sab. Main exam nahin de sakti. Mujhe kuchh bhi yaad nahin hai.”

Ashutosh sighed. Tomorrow was her PG entrance exam and she was getting extremely nervous.

“Shaant ho jao Nidhi. Sab theek hoga.”

“Kaise theek hoga? Aap samajh nahin rahe hain. Mujhe kuchh bhi yaad nahin hai. Dekhiye – mere haath tak kaamp rahe hain. Main likhoongi kaise?” She showed him her hands. She was right. Her hands were trembling.

He took her hands in his and pressed them.

“Dekho. Ab nahin kaamp rahe na? Main hoon na tumhare saath. Phir kyon pareshaan ho rahi ho?”

Nidhi started crying, “Mujhe exam nahin dena hai. Main achchha perform nahin kar paungi.”

“To kaun sa aasmaan gir padega agar achchha perform nahin kar paogi? Nahin kar payi, to nahin kar payi. Uske liye exam kyon nahin dena hai?”

“You will be disappointed in me,” Nidhi spoke in a small voice.

Ashutosh smiled, “Pagal Ladki. Iske liye apni ye halat bana rakhi hai? Nidhi. I can never be disappointed in you. Never. Do you get that?”

“Ji.”

“Kya time hua hai?” Ashutosh looked at the clock in the room, “Achcha time hai. Chalo. Kahin coffee peete hain.”

“Bahar? Aaj?” Nidhi was surprised.

“Kyon nahin? Aaj se mujhe aadat lag bhi gayi to koi problem nahin hai. Kal se to main tumhara poora time le sakta hoon.”

Nidhi smiled and relaxed.

“Chalo phir,” Ashutosh said again, “Coffe pee kar aate hain. Then you will have an early and light dinner and go to sleep. Kal subah examination centre jaane ke liye, I will pick you up.”

“Aap chalenge?”

“Ji haan. Maine bahut pahle se iske liye chhutti le rakhi hai.”

“Nidhi. Kal tumhari halat dekh kar mujhe mahsoos hua ki maine tumhein kuchh zyada hi pressurize kar diya tha. Ekdum Indian parents ke tarah,” Ashutosh said after he picked Nidhi up to take her to the examination centre.

Nidhi smiled nervously.

“So, let me try to undo the damage. Main tumhein bata doon ki tumhein exam hall mein bilkul bhi result ke baare mein sochne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Achcha hoga, kharaab hoga, kharaab hua to main kya sochoonga, Baba kya sochenge – kuchh bhi sochne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Okay?”

“Ji.”

“Tumne apni taraf se poori mehnat ki hai. Ab iske aage sab kuchh kismat par hai. Tumhein ghabrane ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. I am already proud of you.”

“Thank you!” Nidhi said and Ashutosh laughed.

“Pagal ladki. Chalo. Pahunch gaye hum. Aur centre ka gate bhi khul chuka hai. Sab kuchh hai na tumhare paas? Admit card, pen…”

“Ji haan. Sab kuchh hai. Main jaati hoon. Bye,” Nidhi’s tone assured Ashutosh that she was relaxed.

“All the best Nidhi!”

“Thank you Dr. Ashutosh.”

Nidhi was getting frustrated trying to see her result on the Internet. As always, the site was overloaded with requests and was extremely slow. The connection broke down several times. Dadi Bua was frustrating her even more with her constant chants to Lord Hanuman. Baba was pacing up and down in the room. Anji was fidgeting. For a moment even Ashutosh lost patience, “Ye to hamare time mein hi better tha. Paper mein result aate the ya letter pahunch jaata tha.”

“Dr. Ashutosh!” Nidhi’s voice pleaded to him to not irritate her further.

“All right. Sorry. Calm down Nidhi. Ab jo hona hai woh to ho gaya hai na. Abhi nahin to ghante bhar mein pata chal ja..ye…ga… Pata chal gaya!” The result had appeared on the screen. 4th Rank. Nidhi stared at the screen for a moment not believing what she saw. Then she suddenly jumped up screaming with joy!

Ashutosh was also feeling elated, “Congratulations Nidhi!” His eyes were almost moist when he said that.

“Congratulations to you, Dr. Ashutosh. Ye sab aapka hi kiya-dhara to hai,” she laughed slightly. She touched Dadi Bua and Baba’s feet and soon had her mouth stuffed with sweets!

“Nidhi. Tumhein AIIMS mein admission aaraam se mil jayega,” Ashutosh said on the breakfast table. None of them had had their breakfast in the tension of the results. Ashutosh had also reached her home early in the morning to be there when she sees the result.

“Haan… Lekin… Mujhe nahin jaana wahan.”

“Kyon beta?” Baba said, “Ashutosh ne to kaha hi hai ki woh tumhare saath jayega.”

“Baba. Main aapko chhod kar itni door nahin jaana chahti.”

“Are. 45 minutes ki flight hai Lucknow se Delhi aur train bhi overnight. Aur Ashutosh tumhare saath to ja hi raha hai. Do saalon ki baat hai. Aise emotional ho kar career se samjhauta nahin karte. MBBS mein to maine tumhein zabardasti daala tha. To Lucknow mein hi theek tha. Lekin ab jab apni marzi se career bana rahi ho, to you must go for the best.”

“Baba theek kah rahe hain Nidhi,” even Anji agreed, “Though I will really miss you.”

“To phir kyon agree kar rahi hai?”

“Kyonki main teri friend hoon aur tere liye hamesha achchha hi chahungi.”

“Aur Nidhi. Abhi to tumhari internship bhi khatam ho gayi hai to tum poora time aaraam se Baba ke saath bitao. Abhi admission mein time hai,” Ashutosh added.

Baba laughed, “Ab kahan time milega apne baap ke liye ise. Shaadi ki shopping ke plans already ban rahe honge.”

“Baba!” Nidhi blushed and so did Ashutosh.

 

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 37

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

They sipped wine for a while in silence.

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

“Problem nahin hai. Tum mere saath ho.”

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

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

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

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

“Jhooth. Main aapko kahan daant sakti hoon?”

“Kyon nahin daant sakti?”

“Aap mujhse bade hain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Waise you know something Dr. AShutosh…”

“Hmm?”

“Jab aap gussa karte hain na to…”

“To?”

“Bahut handsome lagte hain.”

Ashutosh smirked, “Aur otherwise?”

“Otherwise… otherwise… pata nahin.”

“Pata nahin?”

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

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

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

“Hushh… Nidhi. Kaka jaag jayenge.”

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

“Nahin sunayi de raha Nidhi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Matlab?”

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

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

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

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

“Thank God!”

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

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

Nidhi nodded with a smile.

“Nidhi!”

“Ji?”

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

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

“Kar doonga.”

“Aur Nidhi?”

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

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

“Ohh!!”

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

Nidhi grinned.

“Aur Nidhi!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not fair Dr. Ashutosh!”

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

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

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

“Raat mein tum kahan thi?”

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

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

“Rohan. Tum mere guardian nahin ho.”

“Dost to hoon.”

“Aur dosti ki ek limit hoti hai.”

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

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

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

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

“Zaroor.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Main pak gayi hoon padh padh kar.”

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

“Baba! Please…”

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

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

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

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

Nidhi pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Itni jaldi?”

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

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

“Chalo theek hai. Aao khana khao.”

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

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

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

“Phir?”

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

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

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

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

Nidhi pouted, but opened her book to study.

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 36

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The unease Nidhi had felt during the picnic continued into the next week. Ashutosh avoided Nidhi’s company even in the evenings by telling her that he needed to meet Armaan. The couple of days they did spend together, Nidhi felt that he was avoiding any intimate talks with her, mostly balbbering on about inane stuff, asking about her family, discussing about hospital and… talking a lot about Rohan.

“Bahut funny hai Rohan, nahin?”

“Haan. Har cheez ka, har kissi ka mazaak banata rahta hai.”

“Tumne kabhi bataya nahin ki woh karta kya hai?”

“MBA kiya hai usne isi saal. HLL mein Marketing Trainee hai. Abhi finalize nahin hua hai woh kaun se office mein kaam karega. Isliye usne ghar nahin liya hai.”

“Chalo achchha hi hai. Tumhein bhi company mil jati hogi.”

“Ji?” Nidhi felt that his tone was not quite right, when he said that.

“Noodles khane ke liye,” Ashutosh laughed slightly.

It still didn’t feel like a joke to Nidhi, but she smiled.

“Achchha Nidhi. Mujhe All India Medical Convention ke keynote speech ke liye preparation karni hai. Din mein to time nahin mil paata. Tum aisa karo, ghar jao. Yahan bore ho jaogi.”

“Theek hai,” her mood was spoiled and she did not want to say anything to him in anger or frustration.

Rohan tried hard, but he could not cheer Nidhi up that night. Nor did she eat noodles with him.

It was 11.30 at night on the new year’s eve. Ashutosh was sitting in his office with lights off. His legs were perched up on the table, head was resting on the chair back and he had used his arms to cover his eyes, blocking even the little light that had made its way through the creeks.

He was startled when the lights of the room went on.

“Nidhi?” he stood up surprised.

“Aap surgery ke liye nahin gaye?”

“Woh. Actually postpone ho gayi kyonki…”

“To aapne mujhe bataya kyon nahin?”

“Nidhi. Mujhe laga ki tum logon ne already plan bana rakh hai. Kahin tum meri wajah se cancel na kar do.”

“Koi surgery planned nahin thi Dr. Ashutosh. Sonali ke patient ki surgery Christmas se pahle ho chuki hai.”

Ashutosh averted his eyes.

“Mujhe usi din laga tha ki aap… aap jhooth bol rahe hain. Lekin main… mujhe laga ki aap mujhse jhoothi nahin bol sakte. Aakhir baat kya hai? Aap kyon mujhe aise… avoid kar rahe hain?”

“Nahin Nidhi. Aisa nahin hai.”

“Phir jhooth? Aur aap pichhle hafte Dr. Armaan se shaam mein kabhi nahin mile hain?”

“Tumne Armaan se poochha?” Ashutosh asked guiltily.

“Main koi jaasoosi nahin kar rahi thi. Woh jab aapse milne kal hospital aaye the, tab baaton-baaton mein unhone kaha ki Christmas ke baad woh kal aapse pahli baar mil rahe the.”

Ashutosh was silent.

“Unhone ye bhi kaha ki aap bahut tense aur lost lag rahe the, which I agree to. Kya mujhe poochhne ka haq hai ki kya baat hai jo aapko itna pareshaan kar rahi hai?”

“Nidhi please. Aise mat baat karo. Of course, tumhein haq hai. Tumhein saare haq hain… Main to bas apne haq ke baare mein sure nahin hoon.”

“Kya matlab hai iska?”

“Nidhi. Main… Main tumhein khush nahin rakh sakta Nidhi. I am just too old for you. Tumhare pranks, tumhare games, tum mere saath kabhi enjoy nahin kar sakti. Jo lifestyle tumhein pasand hai, woh tum meri wajah se chhodne par majboor ho jati ho. Aur… Nidhi main tumhare liye sahi nahin hoon.

“Achanak aisa kyon…”

“Main ye sab cheezein bhool sa gaya tha. Tumhein le kar apne sapnon mein kho gaya tha. Lekin jab Rohan ke saath tumhari relationship dekhi to mujhe ahsaas hua ki woh natural hai. Hamari relationship nahin. Is relationship ne kahin tumhein baandh sa diya hai, aisa lagta hai. Iski wajah se tum apni zindagi khul kar nahin jee pa rahi ho. Main apne swarth ke liye tumhein, tumhare liye koi galat faisla nahin le sakta. And I think Rohan… Rohan is in love with you.”

“Aur isliye aapne hamara rishta todne ka faisla le liya?” Nidhi asked with restraint in her voice.

“Main tumhein aazaad karna chahta hoon Nidhi.”

“Aap mujhe aazaad karna chahte hain. Shayad Rohan mujhse pyaar karta hai. Lekin kya is wajah se aap dono mein se kissi ko bhi mujhse poochhe bina mere faisle lene ka haq mil jaata hai?”

“Nidhi?”

“Aap samajhte kya hain apne aap ko? Bahut bade doctor honge, bahut intelligent aur mature honge, lekin bhagwaan nahin hain aap. Main kya chahti hoon ya kya sochti hoon, ye decide karne se pahle mujhse confirm kar lein to behtar hoga. Samjhe aap?”

Ashutosh was stunned and just stared at her as she fired away at him.

“Waise meri aankhein khol di aapne. To aapke liye mera wajood mere pranks, mere games, meri partying aur mere friends se hai, right? Those are the things that make Nidhi Verma. Great. Aapne bhi usi Nidhi se pyaar kiya hai kya? Agar haan – to theek hi faisla liya aapne is rishte ko todne ka. Kyonki woh sab main nahin hoon Dr. Ashutosh. Samjhe aap? Main woh sab nahin hoon. Aapko agar mujhse door jaana hai to isliye jaiye ki aap aisa chahte hain. Don’t reduce me and my happiness to all that. Please. Don’t insult me like that.”

Nidhi’s strength gave way and she was about to break down. So, she ran out of the room.

Damn! What had he done? Ashutosh gathered himself together and tried to follow her. He could not see her in the corridor. But he knew where she would be.

He sat beside her on the dusty bench on the terrace. She was crying silently.

“Nidhi. Sorry is a small word. Too small a word. Isliye sorry kahne se pahle ek confession karna chahta hoon. Sunogi?”

“Boliye,” she was cross, but ready to listen.

“Nidhi. Tumhein le kar maine hamesha insecure feel kiya hai. Aur shayad zaroorat se zyada reponsible bhi. Mere man mein ye baat atki hui thi ki pata nahin tum apne liye sahi faisla kar payi ho ya nahin. Main tumse bada hoon. To maine tumhein sahi faisla lene diya hai ya nahin? Isliye pahle bhi apni feelings ka ehsaas hone ke baad bhi tumse door rahne ki koshish ki thi. Lekin tum kahan maanne waali thi. Pata nahin kis kone se udti hui titli ke tarah meri band zindagi mein aa gayi. I gave in Nidhi. The attraction was… is too strong to not give in. Lekin insecurities kahin gayi nahin thi. Aur pahla mauka milte hi they resurfaced. Insecurity, guilt, anger, hatred – ye aise emotions hote hain Nidhi ki insaan ki rationally sochne ki takat khatam kar dete hain. Aur main bhi… I am sorry. Pahle gusse aur nafrat mein, aur ab insecurities aur guilt mein, maine superficial cheezon ke liye tumhara dil dukhaya. Lekin nahin Nidhi. Tum mere liye bas koi pranks karne waali, games khelne waali ladki nahin ho. Tum mere liye meri zindagi ho. Tum woh ho jisne mujhe zindagi ke sabse important lessons sikhaye hain, hansne ki, khush rahne ki value sikhayi hai, nafrat ke pahle pyaar ko dekhna sikhaya hai.”

“Lekin aap mujh par bharosa nahin karte? Aapko laga ki main Rohan ke saath…”

“Nidhi. Agar main itni clearly sochta to ye bewkoofi nahin karta.”

“Question evade mat kijiye. Mujhe jawaab chahiye. Aaj Rohan hai. Kal koi aur hoga. Rohan ka to pata nahin, lekin ho sakta hai ki kal ko koi aur mujhse pyaar karne lage. To kya har baar aap aise hi hamare rishte par, meri fidelity par shaq karne lagenge.”

“Nahin Nidhi. Maine tum par shaq kabhi nahin kiya tha. Believe me. Mujhe bas itna laga ki agar Rohan jaisa koi ladka tumse pyaar karta hai to tumahre liye behtar kya hoga. Shayad woh.”

“Aur Rohan mujhse pyaar karta hai ye aapne kaise conclude kar liya?”

“Jis din tum dono ko pub se le kar aaya tha us din woh behoshi mein baar-baar bol raha tha. Aur waise bhi, it is obvious ki he is trying to get your attention.”

“Agar ye theek bhi hai to mera kya? Main Rohan ke saath hans-khel leti hoon, parties mein chali jaati hoon, isliye aapko laga ki main bhi usse…”

“Kabhi kabhi mujhe aisa bhi laga ki tum uske saath jitni comfortable ho, jitni baatein share kar sakti ho, mere saath nahin kar sakti.”

“Kyon?”

“Shayad meri bewkoofi thi.”

“Bataiye mujhe – aaj main koi evasion bardasht nahin karoogni.”

“Rohan tumhein kissi baat ko le kar chidha raha tha. Tum mujhe batate batate ruk gayin. Phir phone par bhi kuchh baat hui thi tumhari, tum gussa ho rahi thi, par poochhne par bhi tumne mujhe nahin bataya.”

Nidhi hit her forehead, “Rohan mujhe baar baar chidhata tha ki aapke saath rah kar main bore ho gayi hoon. Kuchh fun nahin karti hoon. Isi chakkar mein maine us din utna drink kar liya tha. Aur phone par bhi wahi bol raha tha to main use daant rahi thi. Maine aapko nahin bataya tha ki kahin aapke dimaag mein ideas na aane lagein. Aur pub waali baat par aap waise bhi gussa the. Mujhe dar lag raha tha. Lekin jis cheez se main bachne ki koshish kar rahi thi, wahi ho gaya.”

Ashutosh smiled in embarrassment as it became clear to him that he was reading too much into trivial things. He looked at his watch. It was exactly midnight.

“Happy New Year, Nidhi.”

“Khaak happy new year. Bahut achchhi shuruat ho rahi hai New Year ki meri. Aap chahte kya hain?”

“Sorry? Tumse maafi maangna chahta hoon. Ki bina wajah tumhara dil dukhaya.”

“Meri samajh mein nahin aata ki bachchi main hoon ya aap bachche hain? Agar aapke man mein koi baat aati hai to aap mujhse discuss nahin kar sakte? Bata nahin sakte mujhe? Bolna nahin aata aapko? Akele baith kar, man hi man, poori kahani banani zaroori hai?” Nidhi was still irritated.

Ashutosh gave a guilty and resigned look to Nidhi.

“Is that the sorry?” she asked with a pout.

“Yes. A big sorry and a promise to never ever do it again.”

“Lekin aapki is bachkani problem ki wajah se hamara new year eve to barbaad ho gaya na? Hum kissi achchhi jagah party karne ja sakte the na?” his childlike Nidhi was back. He knew how to make her happy!

“To chalo. Hum party karte hain. To make it up, I will throw a party. Just for you.” Ashutosh recalled the vintage wine Armaan and Grace had brought for him. It was the time to put it to use.

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 35

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“Hello. Nidhi. Kya kar rahi ho?” Ashutosh called up late at night.

“Noodles kha rahi hoon,” Nidhi replied with her mouth full of noodles.

“Kha rahi ho? Itni raat ko? Dinner nahin kiya tha?”

“Kiya tha na? Lekin uska midnight noodles se kya matlab hai?”

“Midnight noodles?” Ashutosh laughed, “Tumhein bhi bhagwaan ne single piece mein hi banaya hai Dr. Nidhi Verma.”

“Nahin. Double piece to banaya hai. Rohan bhi kha raha hai mere saath.”

“Achchha!”

“Haan. Aur maine kuchh nahin kiya. Ye pahle se uski aadat thi. To ab hum dono roz raat ko saath mein noodles khate hain. Are… Rohan… Mere hisse ka mat khaana.”

“Roz? Nidhi – this midnight eating is not a good idea… For health.”

“Arre Uski chinta mat kijiye. Jab se gas jalana seekha hai, main roz bana kar kha rahi hoon. Pichhle aath saalon se. Abhi tak to kuchh nahin hua.”

“Okay Baba. Theek hai. Tum khao aur Rohan se apna hissa zaroor wapas le lena. Good night.”

“Good night Dr. Ashutosh.”

“Nidhi. Not fair. Tumne hamara secret Dr. Ashutosh ke saath share kar diya,” Rohan complained.

“Shut up Rohan. Noodles do mujhe. Aur Dr. Ashutosh ke saath main sab kuchh share karti hoon.”

“Bahut pyaar karti ho unse?”

“Bahut hi zyada Rohan. Tum imagine nahin kar sakte jab tak tum khud kissi se itna pyaar nahin karne lagte.”

Rohan smiled with some skepticism that Nidhi didn’t notice, “Par sach sach batao. Thoda odd nahin hota tum logon ke beech? I mean age difference is not just a number. Thinking different hoti hai, interests different hote hain. Nahin?”

“Differences hain bhi aur nahin bhi. Ab I am sure Rohan ki tumhari tarah woh mere saath baith kar aadhi raat mein noodles nahin khayenge. Lekin mujhe rokenge bhi nahin. Aur phir hamara past connection hai Rohan. To hamare bahut saare shauk milte hain. Tum ghazhalein sunte ho?”

“No way! Ek to samajh mein nahin aati hain. Aur doosre music bhi bahut boring hota hai.”

Nidhi smiled, “Main bhi sunti hoon aur Dr. Ashutosh bhi.”

“He is a lucky man!” Rohan rued. Nidhi didn’t pay attention as she was busy slurping her noodles and thinking about Ashutosh.

“Nidhi. Raat mein noodles ke chakkar mein main tumhein batana bhool gaya. Sandeep is taking Mallika back to Delhi with him. She is stable for now. Uska treatment aage wahin hoga.”

“That’s good news. I hope she recovers.”

“Yeah.”

Just then Nidhi’s phone rang.

“Hi Rohan…. Umm… Ek minute… Dr. Ashutosh. Rohan shaam mein pub jaane ko kah raha hai. Aap chalenge?”

“Nahin Nidhi. Tum jaanti ho main nahin jaata. Lekin tum jao.”

“Sure?”

“Yes.”

“Haan… Rohan. Dr. Ashutsoh to nahin aayenge. Par main chaloongi… Nahin. Main ghar jaungi. Change karna hoga. Shaam ko milte hain. Bye.”

“Ja rahi ho. But remember not to drink too much,” Ashutosh told her.

“Yes Boss!” Nidhi smiled and left to go to the ward.

Ashutosh waited till late for Nidhi to come back from the pub and call him. When she didn’t, he decided to call her himself. But his calls went unanswered repeatedly. He got worried. It was past midnight. Just then he got a call from Baba.

“Ashutosh. Nidhi tumhare saath hai kya?”

“Nahin Baba. Woh to Rohan ke saath…”

“Haan. Lekin dono abhi tak laute nahin hain. Aur phone bhi nahin utha rahe hain.”

“Oh! Aap chinta mat kijiye. Main ja kar dekhta hoon. Ho sakta hai unhein time ka dhyaan nahin raha ho. Aur music mein phone sunayi na de raha ho. Main aapko phone karta hoon.”

Ashutosh reached the pub and looked for Nidhi and Rohan. He found them sitting on a small table, pitch drunk. There were uncountable number of empty tequilla shot glasses on the table. When he reached closer, he found both of them totally out of their mind.

“Main jeet gaya Nidhi…” Rohan was blabbering.

“Main jeeti Rohan….”

“Kya kar rahe hain aap log?” Ashutosh asked sharply. Nidhi saw him and tried to get up, but she stumbled. Ashutosh made her sit again, “Dr. Ashutosh… Rohan… is wrong… I swear… he is…”

“Yes I know,” Ashutosh mumbled angrily. What was he to do with these two now? If he dropped them home, Baba would be scandalized. Finally he decided to take them to his home. He paid their bill and one by one led them out into his car. At home, with Kaka’s help, he put them to bed.

Nidhi woke up in the morning, feeling sick and groggy. She looked around confused and found Ashutosh in the room, sitting on a chair and reading the morning newspaper.

“Dr. Ashutosh?” she was surprised.

He looked at her angrily and said, “Neembu pani rakha hai side table par. Pee lo.”

It took her a few moments to comprehend where she was, “Oh God! Main yahan hoon… Baba ko…”

“Bata diya hai unhein maine. Drink it, freshen up and come to my room.”

“Ji,” she said sheepishly.

“Kya kar rahi thi tum kal raat?” Ashutosh fired at her as soon as she entered his room.

“Woh… Rohan mujhe chidha raha tha… To hamara competition chaloo ho gaya…”

“Shut up Nidhi. Ye kaisa excuse hai? Agar main wahan nahin pahunchta to kya hota? Tum dono mein se kaun drive karne ka plan bana raha tha? Tumhein pata hai ki Baba kitne worried the.”

“I am sorry,” Nidhi was already embarrassed, “Baba ko pata hai?”

“Nahin. Unhein maine sirf ye kaha hai ki tum log party ke baad idhar aa gaye ho aur raat mein yahin rukoge. Lekin sorry is not enough Dr. Nidhi Verma. Main tumhein mature samajhta tha. But last night was too much.”

Nidhi didn’t say anything and Ashutosh was unable to contain his anger, “I am telling you Nidhi. Agar dubara aisa hua to Baba kuchh kahein na kahein, I will ground you. Kahin nahin jaane doonga tumhein. Samjhi?”

“Ji,” her resigned and close-to-tears face softened Ashutosh. She wasn’t replying back to him. She was obviously sorry for what had happened.

“Look Nidhi. Tuhein shayad bura lag raha hoga ki main… tumse aise… baat kar raha hoon. But you know that I am right.”

“I know. I am really sorry. Please mujhe maaf kar dijiye.”

Ashutosh smiled, “Its okay. Achchha ye to batao Rohan tumhein aisi kis baat par chidha raha tha ki tum is competition par raazi ho gayin?”

“Woh… Nahin. Rahne dijiye. Bachkani baat thi. I won’t fall for it again.”

“Lekin tha kya?”

“Please. Rahne dijiye.”

“Theek hai. Tum nashta kar lo aur ghar jao. Drive kar logi?”

“Ji.”

“And report for your duty in time. Rohan jab jagega to main use bhej doonga. Taxi mein.”

“Nidhi. Kitna mazaa aaya na kal?” Rohan called Nidhi from work.

“Khaak mazaa aaya? Baba ko pata chal jaata to? Aur tumhein pata bhi hai ki Dr. Ashutosh mujh par kitna gussa hue the?”

“Mujh par to nahin hue?”

“Tum par kyon honge? But he was so furious. Bol rahe the ki dubara aisa kuchh hua to I will be grounded.”

“Grounded?” Rohan sounded incredulous, “Ek baat batao Nidhi. Ye Dr. Ashutosh tumhare boyfriend hain ya guardian?”

“Woh mere role model hain. Aage se aisa nahin hona chahiye.”

“Nidhi. Main ekdum sach kah raha tha kal raat. Tum unke saath rah kar ekdum bore ho gayi ho.”

“Main bore nahin hoon. Aur agar ho bhi gayi hoon to unke saath jaisi hoon theek hoon.”

“Are Nidhi. Suno. Tum to naaraaz ho gayin. Main to mazaak kar raha tha.”

“Rohan. Aage se mat karna.” Nidhi disconnected the call in a huff and turned around to find Ashutosh there.

“Aap? Aap kab aaye?”

“Abhi abhi. Kya baat hai? Tum kis par gussa kar rahi thi?”

“Kissi par nahin. Koi kaam tha?”

“Main free tha to socha tumhein dekh loon. Coffee peeni hai?”

“Chaliye. Aur… Aapse kuchh poochhna tha.”

“Kya?”

“Anji Christmas ke din picnic par jaane ka plan bana rahi thi. Sab log chalenge. Baba, Dadi Bua, Anji ki family. Aap chalenge na?”

“Umm… Haan. Tumhari chaperoning ke liye to chalna hi padega mujhe. Warna phir pata nahin kya kar baitho?”

“Dr. Ashutosh please. Main already bahut sharminda hoon.”

“Theek hai. Aur pareshaan nahin karoonga tumhein. Chalte hain picnic par.”

“Dr. Rangnath bhi aa rahe hain. Main Dr. Armaan aur Grace ko bhi invite kar leti hoon. Ab tak to woh log apne naye ghar mein settle ho gaye honge.”

“Haan. Sure. Armaan ko phone kar lena.”

Ashutosh joined Nidhi’s family for dinner that night. He observed Rohan closely and felt uneasy. Anji was also there. Rohan, Nidhi and Anji were discussing the picnic plans with excitement. Ashutosh felt left out.

They started playing Antakshari after lunch during the picnic. Rohan, Nidhi and Ashutosh were in one team. Armaan, Anji and Rangnath in the other. Others decided to play the audience and referee in case of disputes! The game was being led by Rohan, Nidhi, Anji and Rangnath primarily. Ashutosh and Armaan pitched when the younsters could not remember a song. Nidhi’s team finally won when Ashutosh managed to sing an old song for a letter for which the other team could not think of any. Rohan and Nidhi literally jumped in joy. Rohan hugged Nidhi. Nidhi then turned to Ashutosh and was about to hug him in excitement. But she saw Ashutosh’ discomfort about hugging in public, felt shy herself and stopped. Ashutosh gave a small smile.

“All right guys. Celebration time,” Grace announced and unpacked the cake she had baked for the occasion.

Nidhi jumped on it first, took a bite and exclaimed, “Yummy Cake Grace. I want to learn baking from you.”

“Sure darling.”

“Taste kijiye Dr. Ashutosh,” Nidhi made him bite the same piece. Suddenly Rohan came up to Nidhi and smeared some cake on her face.

“Rohan. I will kill you,” she shouted and ran behind him to take revenge. Anji and Rangnath joined them too and soon all their faces were smeared with cake! Baba and others were laughing hard at their antics and Ashutosh forced a smile on his face. He recalled the night when Nidhi had smeared some cake on him. He had been too stunned. He didn’t react correctly. He didn’t play the game right!

Ashutosh saw that Nidhi was running away from Rohan who was trying to smear more cake on her. In trying to get hold of her, Rohan put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her back. Nidhi stumbled. She was laughing unaware of Ashutosh’ eyes on her. Suddenly she saw him and stopped laughing. She made Rohan take his hands off her, “Bas Rohan. Bahut ho gaya.”

Rohan stopped on hearing her somber, serious voice. Nidhi washed her face and came to sit near Ashutosh. She tried some chit-chat with him, but he was clearly not there.

“Hey Nidhi. New year eve par kissi party mein chalna hai na?” Anji came to her and asked.

“Pata nahin Anji. Koi thodee quite se jagah ho to…”

“Nidhi. Don’t worry about that,” Ashutosh intervened as he realized that she was saying so because of him, “Main waise bhi nahin aa paunga. To tum log apne hisaab se jagah decide kar lo.”

“Kyon nahin aa payenge aap?” Nidhi was disappointed at the idea of not spending the new year eve with him.

“Woh Nidhi. Dr. Sonali ka ek patient hai. Uski surgery honi hai aur unhone mujhse request ki hai ki main wahan rahoon. She was a little nervous about it. Anji. Nidhi tum logon ke saath jayegi,” he turned to Anji and told her.

“Okay. Cool,” Anji said and left.

Nidhi was staring at Ashutosh, not quite believing what he had said, but not being able to accuse him of lying either.

“Excuse me Nidhi. Main thodi der Baba ke paas baithta hoon.”

“Ji.”

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 34

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“Doctor banne mein ye bahut problem hai Dr. Ashutosh ki itni saari padhai karni padti hai.”

“Woh to hai.”

“Ye gadbad hai na. Main aise to zindagi bhar padhai hi karti rah jaungi.”

“Nahin. Mujhe nahin lagta ki tum fail hoti rahogi. Ek-aadh papers mein problem ho bhi gayi to supplementary exams se kaam chal jayega.”

“Aapko mazaak soojh raha hai.”

“Maine kuchh galat kaha?”

“Main fail nahin houngi.”

“Phir kya problem hai?”

“Problem ye hai ki phir bhi itne saalon tak padhai karni padegi.”

“To kaun sa tumhari zindagi nikalti ja rahi hai. Ye to samay hi hai padhai karne ka.”

“Aur hamari zindagi ka kya?”

“Hamari zindagi? Hamari zindagi mein kya problem hai?” Ashutosh smiled.

“Aap… aapko… offo… Rahne dijiye. Aap kuchh nahin samjhenge,” Nidhi was irritated and she got up from her chair to go away.

“Baitho. Bhadak kyon rahi ho? Shaadi karne ki bahut jaldbaazi hai tumhein?” Ashutosh said as if talking about weather!

“Kya… nahin… main…”

“Baith jao Nidhi.”

“Aapko honi chahiye thi jaldbaazi. Lekin aapko to jaise koi matlab hi nahin hai.”

“Tumhein pata hai ki that’s not true Nidhi. Lekin main ye nahin chahta hoon ki tumhare liye koi galat faisla ho jaye.”

“I know,” Nidhi pouted, “Lekin itni uncertainties bhi to hain. Agar mera PG mein admission yahan nahin hua to?”

“Hona bhi nahin chahiye. You must do well in the exams and go to AIIMS for PG.”

“Delhi?”

“Haan.”

“Aur aapko usse koi problem nahin hai?”

“Dr. Nidhi Verma. Aisa hai ki thodi bahut reputation to apne professional career mein maine bana li hai. To kissi bhi shahar ke ek achchhe hospital mein mujhe job mil sakti hai. Aur yahan se sabbatical milne mein bhi koi problem nahin hai.”

“Ji? Matlab aap chalenge mere saath agar main…”

“Yes Ma’am. Bharosa nahin hai?”

“Sach mein nahin ho raha.”

“Okay then, Dr. Nidhi Verma! Apni internship aur PG entrance exam khatam hone ke baad, will you marry me? Taki aapko jahan bhi jaana pade, main aapke saath ja sakoon?”

Nidhi stared at him blankly for a few seconds, as if unable to comprehend what he said. Then, she replied with a blushing smile, “Yes.”

“Lekin sach sach batao. Tumhein jaldbaazi hai na shaadi karne ki?” Ashutosh teased her.

“Aapko khushiyan der se mili hain Dr. Ashutosh. Aur main nahin chahti ki meri speed se chalne ki koshish mein aap unhein jee na sakein. I want to catch up with you, to be beside you.”

“Bahut cleverly tumne sab kuchh mere sar par daal diya Nidhi. Lekin thank you!”

“Thanks kyon?”

“Mere dilemma se mujhe nikaalne ke liye aur decision lene mein madad karne ke liye.”

“Baba se baat karni hogi.”

“Haan. Aur mujhe pata hai ki mujhe hi karni hogi. Aap to hamesha ki tarah wahan se bhaag jayengi.”

“Dr. Ashutosh!”

“Nahin. Nahin – ab yahan se mat bhaagna! Please.” Ashutosh laughed.

“Men, I say Nidhi. They are useless.”

“Kya hua Anji?”

“They seriously have a single track mind. Mauka milte hi they would drag you to the bed.”

“Dr. Rangnath ne aisa kya kar diya? Kya hua hai?” Nidhi asked naughtily.

“Ab… maine kab kaha ki kuchh hua hai?” Anji suddenly became defensive.

“Nahin? Kuchh bhi nahin hua? How sad!”

“Nidhi. Tu mujhe provoke mat kar. Ya phir main bhi poochhoon ki Dr. Ashutosh ke saath kya haal chaal hain? Ab to Baba ka bhi ashirwaad hai tumhare sar par?”

“Dr. Ashutosh?” Nidhi laughed slightly, “He is on the other extreme Anji. Always a gentleman.”

“Really?”

“Haan. Aur mujhe to bachchon ki tarah treat karte hain. Jaise ki main naabaalig hoon or something like that. Haath pakadne ke liye bhi poochhenge ki main comfortable hoon ya nahin.”

“Kya?”

“Fine. That was an exaggeration. But you get the point.”

“Waise Nidhi. Ye problem aani to natural hai tumhare beech.”

“Kya matlab?”

“Ab umra ka faasla to hai na?”

“To kya hua? Main koi bachchi thode hi na hoon.”

“Behave to tu unke saamne bachchon ki tarah hi karti hai. To woh bhi tujhe waise hi treat karte hain.”

“Main unke saamne waise behave karti hoon, jaisi main hoon.”

“Well – in that case, learn to behave a little mature. May be even look a little mature. Ye college girl waali dresses unke saath kaam nahin karengi.”

“To main roz saree pahnoon?”

“Roz nahin. Kabhi kabhi pahan. You know seduction bhi relationship mein important hota hai.”

“No wonder tu abhi thodi der pahle itna badbadaa rahi thi. Pahle tu Dr. Rangnath ko seduce karegi aur phir jab woh aage aayenge to gussa karegi. That’s unfair Ms. Anjalika Solanki.”

“Tujhe to main abhi batati hoon. Main teri help karne ki koshish kar rahi thi aur tu ulta mujhe hi…”

“Ouch!” Nidhi screamed as Anji threw a pillow on her.

Though Nidhi had made a joke out of Anji’s suggestion at that time, the idea was stuck in her mind. She did feel at times that they had become great friends and companions. He clearly cared a lot about her and was also very protective. But did he ever desire her? The way she did! Or did her childish behaviour get in the way of that.

There were a couple of times when she had seen a glimpse of that desire in him. The first was when she had surprised him at his home with a dinner and cake made by her. He had told her how much he wanted to bring her to his home. Their hug that day turned passionate. But darn! He had said sorry about that. It was sweet, but… And then the day Mallika had her breakdown. He had kissed her. But that too after asking for her permission, Nidhi recalled and shook her head smiling. And then he had been really broken that day. He needed support. After that… Nothing.

So, should she think about the art of seduction after all? To let him know that she was the woman of his life and was mature enough to play that part?

“Nidhi. Ye sab kya ho raha hai?” Ashutosh entered his room to find stack of candles and flowers. Nidhi was perched on a aluminium ladder trying to place something on the wall, or the roof, he couldn’t tell.

Nidhi was so startled that she stumbled the ladder, but was prevented from falling because Ashutosh held the ladder in time.

“Aap… Aap itni jaldi kaise aa gaye. Aap to surgery attend karne waale the na?”

“Haan. Lekin bachche ka blood pressure control mein nahin aa raha tha to surgery postpone karni padi. Lekin ye sab… Kya haal bana rakha hai tumne apna?” Nidhi was sweating even with the AC on. She had clearly been working hard. She had decorations and flowers stuck to her hair and was looking very hassled.

“Aapko abhi nahin aana tha. Aise nahin dekhna tha mujhe… Main aapke liye…”

“surprise plan kar rahi thi? Lekin ye candles, phool – tum karne kya ja rahi thi Nidhi? Kya Anji se koi interior decoration ki training le kar aayi ho?” Ashutosh laughed.

Nidhi was irritated, “Aap nahin samjhenge…” She ran out of the room.

“Are… Nidhi…” Ashutosh called her, but she did not stop.

Ashutosh took off his coat and made to go after her, when he noticed a packet lying on the bed. He opened it to find a saree in it. Of the color he had said looks good on her. He hit his forehead. Why was he being so thickheaded? She was trying to…

He found her sitting in the garden looking sad and frustrated. He sat beside her.

“Nidhi. Gussa mat ho please. Main chaunk gaya tha.” She didn’t reply. So, he spoke again, “Achchha suno. Main wapas jaata hoon. Aur ek ghante mein lautta hoon. Tum jo bhi kar rahi thi, poora kar lo. Main phir aaunga. Okay?”

“Koi fayda nahin hai. Aap use bhi mera bachpana samajh kar hansenge hi.”

“Main nahin hansoonga. Bachpana to hai lekin. Kyonki jo tum chahti ho uske liye ye sab karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Aapko kya pata ki main kya chahti hoon?”

“Agar tumhari mujhse ye shikayat hai ki main tumhein bachcha samajhta hoon, to tum bhi kam nahin ho. Bilkul bewkoof samajhti ho mujhe?”

“Ye kaisi baat hai?” Nidhi got worried if he thought she was insulting him.

“Andar chalo. Phir batata hoon.”

Nidhi looked at him with apprehension and curiosity when they went back to his room.

Ashutosh went to his cupboard and took out a packet, “Change kar lo. Lekin ye pahno.”

“Ye kya hai?”

Ashutosh handed her the packet. She opened it to find a Saree in it. A white chiffon Saree. She looked at him surprised.

“Last week meri nazar padi ek store ke showcase mein. And the only thing I thought of ki ye tum par kitni achchhi lagegi. Aur jab se khareedi hai, tab se pata nahin kitni baar tumhein ismein imagine kiya hai. Pahan ke to dikhao ki meri imagination kitni sahi thi?”

Nidhi smiled and blushed. He did know what she wanted. And he was telling her that he also wanted the same.

“Main aata hoon thodi der mein.” He went out to let her change. Nidhi sat on the bed for a minute to try and control her increasing heart beats. Then she went to the bathroom to freshen up. She decided to take a quick shower instead, dressed up and waited for him to come back.

She was sitting in front of the dresser, combing her wet hair when Ashutosh entered. She gulped hard as she saw him locking the door from inside. She kept the comb back on the dresser and sat still at her place.

Ashutosh came to her and made her stand up.

“Nidhi,” his voice was husky, “Mujhe seduce karne ke liye tum khud hi kaafi ho. In sab cheezon ki zaroorat nahin hai,” he indicated towards the stack of candles and flowers.

Nidhi went red on hearing him say that word – ‘seduce’!

“Aur ye jo tumhara bachpana hai na Nidhi, ye tumhein aur bhi attractive banata hai.”

He seemed to be answering all her unasked questions.

“Aur jab tum zidd karti ho, gussa karti ho to pata hai mera kya karne ka ji chahta hai? Mera ji chahta hai ki tumhein apni baahon mein kas loon aur tab tak tumse pyaar karta rahun jab tak tum mujhse haar na maan lo.”

Nidhi felt her heart pounding. Just his voice was enough to send her to seventh heaven. She bit her lips hard to bring herself back to the real world and to keep herself from swooning.

Ashutosh saw her shivering and held her to provide support.

“Main khud ko rok leta hoon Nidhi kyonki mujhe dar lagta hai ki kahin jaldbaazi mein tumhein chot na pahuncha doon. Lekin…”

“Main koi bachchi nahin hoon,” Nidhi felt she had to say it lest he went back to his ways of treating her like a child again.

“Yes,” Ashutosh smiled, “Tum bachchi nahin ho. And I feel sorry for myself ki itne dinon tak maine iska fayda nahin uthaya.” He was being naugty.

That was so atypical of him! Even in her current state of mind, it surprised Nidhi so much that she looked up at him wide-eyed.

Ashutosh noticed her reaction and laughed slightly, “Make no mistakes Nidhi. Jis din main apne man ki karne par aa jaunga, tumhein bahut sataaunga. Lekin iski shuruat us special din hongi jab tum mujhe mere naam se bulaogi.”

Nidhi blushed. He had read through her desires. She felt extremely shy as well as embarrassed at that realization. She found it difficult to stand so close to him or to meet his eyes. She ran away from him. But the door was locked. With nowhere to go, she just stood near the bed facing away from him.

Ashutosh understood and smiled. He decided to tease her a little more. He approached her, removed her wet hair from one of the shoulders, bent down and planted a kiss on her neck. Nidhi breathed so hard that it made noise.

“Kya hua Nidhi?” Ashutosh asked innocently while caressing her shoulder and neck with his hand. Nidhi turned around to face him and replied, “Kuchh nahin. Mujhe chalna chahiye.”

“Nidhi,” Ashutosh stopped her, “Dinner par chalte hain kahin.”

She nodded.

“Aur tumhari is Saree par kaisi jewelry achchhi lagegi?”

“Pearl,” she replied without thinking and then felt embarrassed, “Uski koi zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Pearl it is then,” Ashutosh did not listen to her, “Chalo.”

“Real pearls ki zaroorat nahin hai Dr. Asthuosh,” Nidhi protested when Asuhtosh stopped the car in front of a famous jeweler, “Kissi mall mein ja kar khareed lete hain. Aritficial…”

“Nidhi. Pahli baar tumhare liye jewelry khareed raha hoon. Kuchh to aisa hona chahiye jise tum sambhaal kar rakh sako.”

Nidhi smiled and gave in. She selected a set with ear-rings, necklace and bangles.

“Ek minute Nidhi,” Ashutosh stopped Nidhi from getting into the car after they came out of the shop.

“Kya hua?”

“Tumne koi jewelry pahan bhi to nahin rakhi hai. Ise abhi kyon nahin pahan leti?”

“Okay.”

“Pata hai Nidhi. Aur cheezon ka to nahin pata, lekin tumhare kaanon mein ear-rings dekhne ki aisi aadat ho gayi hai, ki na rahein to kuchh missing lagta hai. Hamesha pahanti ho na tum? Apni dress se match karte hue?”

He notices! Dr. Ashutosh notices what she wears! Even a small accessory like an ear-ring. He had noticed that that was one accessory she always wore. She liked ear-rings. She had one matching with every dress she owned. She remembered the time when he had returned her ear-rings left on the patient’s bed to her.

Nidhi opened the box and took out the ear-rings. She was about to put them on when Ashutosh took the box from her. He started putting the jewelry on her himself. First he put the ear-rings one by one, followed by the necklace and the bangles.

Even as his touches sent shivers own her body, Nidhi could not help but feel emotinoally overwhelmed. He was playing the role of a lover to the T today. She hadn’t expected that from him. She had never been unhappy that he did not behave like a young boy in love with her. She loved him for how he was and how he cared for her. But today, when he did behave like that, she felt extremely elated and happy.

“Thank you,” she said genuinely.

“Nidhi,” Asuhtosh held her hands, “Hum dono ke beech jo ye umra ka faasla hai, use main jaanta hoon. Lekin samajhne mein shayad bhool kar baithta hoon. Mujhe kai baar nahin pata chalta ki tumhein kya achchha lagega, kya nahin. Lekin I want you to know ki main koshish kar raha hoon, aur karta rahunga ki tumhein woh sab kuchh mile jiski tum haqdaar ho aur jisse tumhein khushi milti ho. Aur agar main tumhein woh sab nahin de paya to tum meri class le sakti ho,” he laughed slightly towards the end.

Nidhi also smiled, “And I want you to know ki aap jaise hain, waise hi mujhe bahut achchhe lagte hain. Mujhe khush rakhne ke liye aapko itni mehnat karne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Main bahut khush hoon aapke saath.”

“Chalo phir. Baaton se pet nahin bharta. Dinner karte hain,” Ashutosh said and made his way towards the driver’s seat.

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 33

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“Aap thodi der so kyon nahin jaate?” Nidhi said, when they reached his room.

“Nahin Nidhi. Main tumhare saath rahna chahta hoon. Pichhle kuchh dinon se maine…”

“Main yahin hoon,” Nidhi smiled with assurance. When Ashtosh started taking off his coat, Nidhi helped him with it. The ease and familiarity with which she did it made him feel comfortable. He lied down and Nidhi sat beside him. She ran her hands over his eyes in a motherly gesture, making him close them.

He slept for about an hour. When he got up, he saw Nidhi sitting beside him on the other side of the bed. Her back was resting on the headboard, her head supported by a pillow. She was listening to something on her i-pod. Her eyes were closed. Ashutosh sat up slowly so as not to disturb her. She was enjoying the song very much.

The song must have finished, because Nidhi stirred and took the i-pod in her hand to change something, when she noticed Ashutosh. The look in his eyes was different from what she had seen till then. It wasn’t the usual fond or affectionate look he gave to her; not even the exasperated or the protective look that her antics or her problems evoked. Still she recognized the look instantly. It was a look of desire. A desire that she herself felt very strongly, but could not express until he initiated it. Today he was looking at the woman he was incredibly attracted to, not just a companion he was comfortable with.

“Aap… uth gaye. Main chai laati hoon aapke liye.”

Ashutosh nodded. Somewhere in her heart, Nidhi felt disappointed. She was hoping that he would stop her and take her in his arms right then. Her heart ached for his proximity. But he was too much of a gentleman! Always! She let out a sigh as she went out of the room.

Ashutosh was standing near the window staring outside, when Nidhi came back with the tea.

“Kya soch rahe hain?” she kept the tea on the table.

He turned back and stared at her. The same look! She felt nervous.

“Kya hua?” she asked not meeting his eyes.

“Soch raha tha ki jo maine uthne ke baad dekha tha woh sach tha ya sapna?”

“Ji?”

“Maine tumhein kabhi bataya Nidhi ki tum kitni khoobsoorat ho?”

“Khoobsoorti aur care to dekhne waale ki aankhon mein hoti hai na?”

“Un aankhon ko sahi training bhi to milni chahiye. Agar kabhi khoobsoorti dekhi hi na ho to aankhein kya pahchaanengi unhein.”

Ashutosh had come very close. Nidhi felt so shy that she closed her eyes. She clenched her fist in an effort to avoid showing what effect he was having on her. But he did not stop. He held her and kissed on her closed eyes. Her fists opened and she lifted her hands to hold him. She needed support.

Her hands instinctively caressed his shoulders and upper arms. The touch drove him mad. He cupped her face and kissed it senselessly all over. Her forehead, her cheeks, chin, tip of the nose, her eyes. Again and again! He was about to kiss her lips when he stopped. Was he going too far too soon?

“Tum mujhe rokogi nahin Nidhi?” he asked in a husky voice still holding her close to himself.

Nidhi opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment, wondering if he was somehow judging her. But she saw nothing like that in his eyes. So, she replied honestly, “Main aapko kabhi nahin rok sakti. Kabhi kissi cheez ke liye mana nahin kar sakti.”

“Lekin tum kya chahti ho?”

“Ye bhi… batana padega…”

“Haan. Main janna chahta hoon.”

“Shayad aapne meri speed aur comfort ko underestimate kar liya hai.”

Ashutosh smiled and bent down to brush her lips with his. She shivered and it drove him crazy. He attacked her lips furiously and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Nidhi responded with equal fervour. They were out of breath by the time they finally broke the kiss.

“Chalo. Chai peete hain. Phir bank jaana hai,” Ashutosh suddenly said and went towards the table.

“Bank?” Nidhi was confused and still out of breath.

“Haan. Kuchh kaam hai.”

Ashutosh did not tell Nidhi what he brought back in a box from the bank, even when she asked about it. He drove to her home.

As they were about to get down from the car and enter her home, Ashutosh’ mobile rang. It was Sandeep Bagchi again.

“Sandeep… I am sorry. Main abhi aapse nahin mil sakta… Lekin Mallika hospital mein hai… Psychiatric ward mein… Aap doctor ka naam note kar lijiye… Ji haan… Nahin… Woh theek hai…”

Ashutosh looked sad and tired after disconnecting the call.

“Aap phir pareshaan ho gaye? Agar aap jaana chahte hain to…”

“Nahin Nidhi. Meri zindagi mein ab priorities clear hain. Chalo. Baba se baat karni hai.”

“Baba. Aap kuchh beemaar se dikh rahe hain?”

“Bilkul nahin. Ekdum tandurust hoon.”

“Maine aapke maathe ki jhurriyan gini thi. Do-chaar zyada dikh rahi hain. Koi pareshaani hai?”

“Sawaal hi nahin paida hota hai. Jhurriyan koi nahin hain mere maathe par.”

“Lekin pareshaani to hai. Aur mujhe pata hai ki kya pareshaani hai.”

Baba didn’t say anything, just looked at him questioningly.

“Baba. Main bas ye kahna chahta hoon ki Nidhi ki parvarish aapne bahut achchhe se ki hai, aur uski taraf aapne apne saare farz bahut achchhe se nibahye hain. Ab aapko uski chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Kam se kam,” he paused to take a breath, “uski shaadi aur uske intzaam ki to bilkul nahin.”

“Ye baat achanak…”

“Baba. Pahli baat to shaadi ki koi jaldbaazi nahin hai. Abhi uske saamne bahut se kaam hain. Internship hai. PG ki taiyaari hai, phir uski padhai. In sabke beech mein shaadi ki tension nahin honi chahiye. Aur doosre, jab bhi shaadi karni hai, tab aapko kuchh karne ki zaroorat nahin hai. Uske liye hum log hain. Aap bas use ek cheez de dein, jisse use saari khushiyan, saare aashirwaad mil jayenge.”

Ashutosh got up and gave the box he had brought from the bank to Baba, “Uski Mummy ke gahne.”

Baba didn’t say anything for a few moments. Then he started to speak, “Ashutosh…”

“Nahin. Kuchh mat kahiye,” Ashutosh stopped him.

Baba smiled, his eyes moistening, “Main to kuchh nahin kahunga. Mujhe to andaaza tha. Lekin is pagli ko to dekho. Kuchh bhi nahin pata tha ise. Dekho kaise aankhein phaad phaad kar dekh rahi hai aur ro bhi rahi hai.”

Ashutosh looked at Nidhi. Baba’s description was accurate. Nidhi was overwhelmed and crying.

“Ek aur locker par kyon kharcha kiya jaye. Inhein wahi rakh do Ashutosh jahan ab tak rakhe the. Iske hain, ise hi de dena. Mujhe to kuchh nahin kahna. Shayad ise kahna hoga,” Baba said and went inside leaving Ashutosh and Nidhi alone in the hall.

“Hey Nidhi. Kya hua?” Ashutosh said in a soft voice. He went forward and wiped her tears, “Ro kyon rahi ho?”

Nidhi started smiling and crying together. “Aapne… ye sab… kyon kiya itna kuchh?”

“Look who is talking. Pagli. Tum mere Baba ka ghar mujhe bhi bechne ko taiyaar nahin thi. Main tumhari Mummy ke gahne kissi aur ko kaise bech deta. Ab rona band karo. Come on.”

She leaned forward and hugged him tight. He hugged her back.

They were disturbed by someone coughing. They hastily separate to see Rohan coming in.

“Excuse me? Dr. Ashutosh. Dhokha to kal aapne mujhe diya tha. Dinner se bhaag kar. Aur make-up Nidhi ke saath ho raha hai? Not fair.”

Ashutosh smiled in embarrassment, but Nidhi replied, “Aisi koi problem nahin hai Rohan. Dr. Ashutosh tumhein bhi hug kar sakte hain.”

“Nahin… nahin ji. Main aise hi theek hoon. Aap hug offer karti to aur baat thi. Ab jab aap khush hain to inhein to maine aise hi maaf kar diya.”

“Lekin as a compensation, next time meri taraf se dinner,” Ashutosh said.

“Kab?”

“Kal hi chalte hain.”

“Aaj kyon nahin?”

Ashutosh and Nidhi exchanged a glance. They had not talked about it, but Ashutosh wanted to take Nidhi out and she understod that.

“Rohan!” Nidhi chided him.

“Okay ji. Bilkul okay. Main aaj kabab mein haddi bilkul nahin banoonga. Aap log achchhe se make-up kar lijiye. Mere liye Chhote Sarkar ka hi khana theek hai.”

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 32

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“Ashutosh!” Armaan was waiting for him, when Ashutosh came back.

“Armaan. Tum abhi tak jage hue ho?”

“Nidhi se baat ho gayi?”

“Haan. Thanks Armaan. Samay par mere hosh thikaane laane ke liye,” Ashutosh smiled.

“Ashutosh. Main Grace se baat kar raha tha. I think tumhein usse apni situation discuss karni chahiye.”

“Situation?”

“Mallika ke saath jo halat ho rahi hai tumhari, woh bahut healthy to nahin hai?”

“Main kya karoon Armaan? Nidhi ko main dukh nahin pahuncha sakta. Lekin Mallika ki ye halat dekh kar use bhi to apne haal par nahin chhod sakta. Woh meri itni purani dost hai Armaan.”

“Grace has some ideas Ashutosh. Ek baar usse baat karo.”

“Abhi? Woh jagi hui hai.”

Armaan laughed slightly, “Pahli baar aise duniya ke doosri or aaye hai na. Buri tarah jetlagged hai. Abhi ekdum awake and fresh feel kar rahi hai.”

“Mallika went to a pub and then took the sleeping pills?” Grace interrupted Ashutosh to confirm while he was narrating the story.

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t that sound odd? Why would she go to a public place and to commit suicide.”

“She said she was feeling anxious alone at home and hence had gone to a pub. And then…”

“carrying all those pills?”

“I don’t know what do you mean?”

“I can’t say for sure, but she might be trying to get your attention Ashutosh.”

“But I wasn’t there. She knows I don’t go to pubs. Why would she…”

“Right. But, she did reach you. What would have happened if Nidhi wasn’t there?”

“I don’t know. Someone would have…”

“tried to find out who she is, who are her friends and family and they would have informed them.”

“Yes.”

“So, was she carrying any identification with her?”

“No… I mean I don’t know. She was carrying a purse, but… Wait! Nidhi would know. She had checked her purse. Let me call her.”

“Nidhi. So gayi thi kya?”

“Neend aayi nahin thi abhi? Kya baat hai? Aap theek to hain?”

“Haan. Main bilkul theek hoon Nidhi. Lekin mujhe tumhari help chahiye.”

“Kaisi help?”

“Nidhi. Tum bhadakna mat. Main bas cheezon ko samajhne ki koshish kar raha hoon.”

“Itna bhadakti hoon kya main?”

“Nahin Nidhi.”

Nidhi chuckled, “Aapko pareshaan karna bahut aasaan hai. Khair, I guess Dr. Mallika ke baare mein hai. Bataiye.”

“Haan. Nidhi. Us din jab tumne Mallika ka purse khola tha aur usmein sleeping pills dekhi thi, to purse mein kuchh aur bhi mila tha?”

“Kya matlab?”

“Koi identification? Koi address? Koi contact?”

“Ohh!!”

“Kya baat hai Nidhi?”

“Aap abhi kyon poochh rahe hain?”

“Main tumhein phir batata hoon Nidhi. Abhi bas batao. Kuchh tha kya?”

“Ji. Usmein ek paper tha jispar emergency contact kah ke aapke naam aur number tha.”

“Tumne kabhi ye baat batayi kyon nahin?”

“Us samay main unki halat dekh kar ghabrai hui thi aur phir kabhi baat hui nahin us baare mein. Mere dhyaan se utar gaya.”

“Theek hai. Main tumse baad mein baat karta hoon.”

Ashutosh looked thoughtful after disconnecting the call.

“What happened Ashutosh?” Grace asked.

“Yeah,” he wa startled as if he had forgotten that he had been talking to Grace before that, “Grace. She was carrying a paper in her purse where she had given my name and number as emergency contact.”

“I guess it makes sense to you now, doesn’t it? Nidhi being there was a mere coincidence. Mallika would have reached you in any case.”

“And she had taken the pills in the exact quantity to make her pass out, but not cause death. She is a doctor. She knows the exact effect. Oh God! She needs psychiatric help,” Ashutosh said more to himself than to Grace.

“I think she does.”

“Aap yahan?” Nidhi was surprised to find Ashutosh waiting in his car when she came out of her house to leave for the hospital the next day.

“Baitho.”

Nidhi took the passenger’s seat and looked at Ashutosh questioningly. He smiled and picked something up from his lap. Nidhi was surprised to see that it was a red rose. It made her blush.

“Aap ye mere liye laye hain?” she couldn’t help asking.

“Haan Nidhi. Maine socha ki sorry kahne ka isse behtar tareeka nahin ho sakta.” He handed the rose to her, “I am sorry. Jo kal raat hua aur jo itne dinon se hota aa raha tha, un sabke liye.”

“Mere paas rose nahin hai. Lekin I am also sorry. Mujhe aapse aisi badtamizi nahin karni chahiye thi.”

“Nahin Nidhi. Tumne achchha hi kiya. Meri aankhein bhi khol di. Jo ho raha tha woh kissi ke liye sahi nahin tha. Na to hamare liye. Na hi Mallika ke liye.”

“Ji. Lekin aap karenge kya? Dr. Mallika is not ready to come to terms with the reality. She blames everyone except herself.”

“Usne tumse bhi kuchh kaha?”

“Haan. Lekin aap woh mujhse mat poochhiye. Main nahin bol paungi.”

“Tumne mujhe bataya kyon nahin?”

“Jaisi ghatiya baatein unhone kahi thi, aap unse woh expect nahin karte hain. Aapko bekaar mein dukh hota. Aur…” she suddenly stopped.

“Kya hua Nidhi?”

“Main aap dono ke beech mein to nahin aayi hoon Dr. Ashutosh?” Nidhi asked. Even though she knew that it was not the case, self doubt did trouble her once in a while.

“No. No Nidhi. Oh God! What gave you the idea?”

“Dr. Mallika ko hamesha se yahi lagta hai.”

“Nidhi. I need you to know this…”

“Nahin,” she interrupted, “I am sorry I asked. Aapko kuchh explain karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Ek baar bol lene do Nidhi. Uske baad na to tumhein dubara is baare mein sochne ki zaroorat hai, na hi mujhe kuchh kahne ki. Mallika se meri dosti bahut purani hai. Aur main uski kadra karta tha. Usse zyada mere man mein kabhi kuchh nahin tha. Aur maine Mallika ko bhi kabhi andhere mein nahin rakha. Usne apni zindagi ke saath jo kiya woh uski choice thi. Usmein mera ya tumhara koi role nahin hai. Samajh rahi ho na tum?”

“Ji.”

“To ab mujhe tumhari pyaari si smile wapas mil sakti hai?”

Nidhi didn’t have to try to smile when he said that. It automatically came to her.

On the way to the hospital, Ashutosh’ mobile rang. Nidhi saw it, but the number was not stored in the phone.

“Main pick kar loon?”

“Haan. Kar lo.”

“Hello.”

“Hello. Dr. Ashutosh se baat ho sakti hai?”

“Woh drive kar rahe hain, isliye phone nahin uthaya. Aap kaun?”

“Main Sandeep Bagchi bol raha hoon. Aap please unse meri baat karwaiye. Urgently.”

“Sandeep Bagchi? Dr. Mallike ke…”

“Haan. Dekhiye mera Dr. Ashutosh se baat karna bahut zaroori hai.”

Ashutosh had stopped the car by then on hearing Sandeep Bagchi’s name.

“Kya baat hai Nidhi?”

“Aapse baat karna chahte hain?”

“Hello,” Ashutosh took the phone and spoke in a curt tone.

“Dr. Ashutosh. Kya Mallika Lucknow mein hai?”

“Ye main aapko kyon bataun?”

“What do you mean kyon bataun… she is my wife. I have been worried to death…”

“Wife? Mr. Bagchi, Hindu and Civil marriage acts ke hisaab se ek spouse ke rahte doosri shaadi invalid hoti hai. She is not your wife.”

“No!” Sandeep sounded incredulous, “She has told you the same story.”

“Story?”

“Dr. Ashutosh. Main pahle se shaadi shuda nahin hoon. Pata nahin ye shaq ka keeda uske dimaag mein kahan se ghus gaya hai. I tried to get her psychiatric help. Lekin woh ghar chhod kar pata nahin kahan chali gayi… Look Dr. Ashutosh. I really need to meet her. Please. Woh Lucknow mein hai.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Dr. Ashutosh. Okay. Main next available flight se Lucknow aa raha hoon. It is clear ki Mallika wahin hai. Why did I not think of it earlier? Aap usse bas ye poochhiye ki usne meri so called first wife ko dekha hai? Aur kahan rahti hai woh?”

Ashutosh was completely confused when he disconnected the call.

“Kya hua Dr. Ashutosh.”

Ashutosh explained to her what Sandeep had told him.

“Ye kahani itni ulajhti kyon ja rahi hai? Kaun sach bol raha hai kaun jhooth – ye kaise pata lagayega koi?”

“Pata nahin Nidhi. Ye to sach hai ki Mallika kabhi uski first wife se mili nahin hai. Uske hisaab se woh US mein rahti hain. Khair. Main pahle tumhein hospital pahuncha doon. Tumhari duty ka time ho raha hai. Phir dekhta hoon.”

“Waise aap apne boss hone ka poora fayda uthate hain, nahin Dr. Ashutosh? Aapki koi duty timings to hoti nahin hain?”

“Behave yourself Dr. Verma. Insubordination ke liye aapko suspend kiya ja sakta hai,” Ashutosh continued her joke and they broke in to a laughter.

“Ashutosh! Kahan the tum?” Mallika stormed into Asuhtosh’ office without paying any attnention to Rangnath sitting in the outer office or Anji who was visiting him.

“Mallika?”

“Subah tum aaye kyon nahin mujhse milne?” Mallika was furious.

“Aisi to koi baat nahin hui thi Mallika. Main busy tha.”

“Mujhe pata hai tum kahan busy the. Nidhi ke saath busy the na tum? Tumhari samajh mein nahin aata Ashuotsh ki woh ladki tumhein phansa rahi hai. Tum uske liye mujhe chhod kar kaise aa sakte ho? Kaise aisa kar sakte ho tum?”

“Tamasha mat karo Mallika. Please shaant ho jao.”

Rangnath heard some noises, which sounded like Mallika was throwing things around in Ashutosh’ office. He rushed and opened the office door. Ashutosh looked relieved to see some help.

“Dr. Rangnath. Please help me. She seems to have a psychotic fit,” Dr. Ashutosh whispered trying to not let Mallika hear it.

“Yes Sir,” Rangnath understood the situation and made calls from his office.

Immediately two nurses came there and tried to control Mallika who was getting more and more violent. A doctor from the psychiatric ward also walked in. They tried to calm her down. But to no avail. Finally the doctor injected a sedative and the nurses carried her out of Ashutosh’ office.

Meanwhile, Anji had gone to look for Nidhi to inform her of what had happened. Ashutosh sank in his chair after Mallika was taken out. Rangnath was standing there and did not know what to say, when Anji and Nidhi walked in. Nidhi saw Ashutosh who had buried his face in his hands. He was clearly very disturbed at what had happened. Nidhi silently indicated to Anji and Rangnath to leave them alone and they complied.

Nidhi walked to Ashutosh and kept a hand on his shoulder. Ashutosh looked up and on seeing her got up from his chair to face her. He took her hands in his.

“Mujhe pahle hi samajhna chahiye tha Nidhi. Agar main tumhari baat pahle samajh jaata to ye naubat nahin aati. I am sorry.”

“Aap khud ko kyon blame kar rahe hain? Jo sab mujhe pata tha, ya jo kuchh unhone mujhse kaha tha woh aapko pata nahin tha. Main aapko bata deti to aapko bhi andaaza lag jaata.”

“Lekin tum mujhe isliye nahin batana chahti thi ki mujhe bura lagta.”

Nidhi nodded, “Aise hi aap logon par bharosa nahin karte. Main nahin chahti thi ki aapka ek aur bharosa toote. But I didn’t see it coming to this.”

Ashutosh felt overwhelmed at her love. He brought her hands up, bowed a little and kissed her hands one by one. Nidhi froze to her spot and gulped hard. But Ashutosh did not stop there and pulled her in a hug. Nidhi reciprocated. He needed support.

But she pulled away after a few seconds, “Hum… office mein hain,” she said gingerly.

Ashutosh smiled in embarrassment, “Yes. Dr. Nidhi. Hum office mein hain.”

“Lekin hamara office mein rahna zaroori nahin hai,” he suddenly spoke again after a pause.

“Ji?”

“Ghar chalte hain Nidhi. Mujhe thoda sukoon chahiye, jo abhi yahan nahin mil sakta.”

Nidhi’s heart melted when he said that. For the first time since she had known him, he looked tired. At that moment she felt like making him lie down with his head in her lap and caress his hair until he fell asleep.

But there were realities of life, “Meri duty…”

“Koi emergency nahin hai to main Dr. Rangnath se baat karta hoon. Woh kissi ko depute kar denge.”

“Main… main baat karti hoon.” She could never forget her concern about his reputation.

“Okay,” Ashutosh nodded, “Main car mein tumhara wait kar raha hoon.”

To be continued

Coming Around (Part 16)

Posted 13 CommentsPosted in English, Original, Subrato-Paridhi

It had been a week since… Paridhi blushed as she thought about it… since they had accepted each other in their lives. She was on cloud nine. If she could have it her way, she wouldn’t leave Subrato’s side even for a second. But he had to settle in his job, do a lot of paperwork in the office as well as outside and generally get his act of relocation together. He was in control of everything and was by no means inattentive to her. But she was like a proverbial kid in the candy store. She was excited, had gone almost berserk. When Subrato was not around, she would go on shopping trips like she had never done before. She had amassed a pile of dresses and accessories in all shades of purple. The funny thing, however, was that she had never worn them. She felt incredibly nervous when the opportunity to wear any of them came for their dinner outings. She would try them, but would ultimately drop the idea and rush out wearing one of her usual dresses. Her work was clearly affected too. She hadn’t been able to read a single paper from the list Steve had given her in the entire week. Thankfully he didn’t say anything to her. Given that she always worked hard, he assumed that she would come around. Everyone deserved to be cut some slack once in a while.

“Paridhi,” Subrato had to meet some old acquaintances over breakfast on Saturday and had just returned from there. He knocked at her room door several times, but did not hear a reply. “I am coming in,” he announced as he got worried.

“No. No. No. No. No,” a worried Paridhi ran out of the attached bathroom and jumped on her bed.

“I… I am sorry,” he assumed that she was embarrassed because she was undressed and made to leave, but realized immediately that it was not the case. He turned back to be greeted by a weird site. Paridhi was sitting atop a pile of purple fabric on her bed, apparently trying to hide them. He looked attentively and realized that they were a bunch of dresses.

“What… are you doing?” he raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. What are you doing here?” she tried to hide her embarrassment by acting defiant.

“I was… No. First you tell me. What is all this?” he pointed towards her dresses.

“What would it be? My dresses. You have a problem?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. I have never seen you wearing any of these.”

“You have been here for less than two weeks.”

“Hmm… And even the tags have not been taken out from most of them. I heard some rumors that for last one week, no socialite in New York is able to buy anything in purple. I think I know the culprit.”

She gulped, but still managed to maintain a brave front, “Stop making fun of me.”

He sat down on the bed and she got startled. She lost her balance and fell back on the bed. Subrato followed her deliberately and pinned her under him. “Stop lying to me,” his voice was hoarse.

“Okay. I bought them. So what?”

Subrato could see how nervous as well as excited she was even as she continued to act saucy. “But you didn’t use them. So, I might as well use them now. You know wrap them around us because the room is getting cold and…”

“Subrato,” her nervousness and inexperience got better of her finally.

“Wow!” he looked in her eyes and smiled mischievously, “You got the perfect pronunciation. In the first attempt.” He felt elated on hearing his name from her, but continued his little game, “So, I might just forgive you for wasting these dresses for last one week.”

He got up pulling her back with him. Paridhi felt confused. Why did he withdraw? Wouldn’t he want to… Especially after he had told her so many times that he has been in love with her for long. Did she act inappropriately? Does she need to do something differently? May be she needs to use one of the tricks the dating and relationship magazines mention. May be his emotional connection with her hasn’t resulted in sexual attraction yet.

Her attention went back to him on hearing his voice, “How about you wear this for dinner tonight?” He had picked up a shiny satin dress, “And this homely one for lunch because I am planning to cook you a great Bengali lunch today.”

That brought her out of her confused thoughts for a while. “But aren’t you tired?”

“Not at all. You like fish, I hope?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Great. I got some from the grocery store on my way back.” He kissed her on forehead and got up, “Get ready. I will be in the kitchen.”

He walked out leaving her smiling and still a little dazed and confused. She sighed and tried to put herself at ease, “He is just taking it slow. For my sake. And thank God for that! May be tonight…” she looked at the dress he had picked for her to wear at night and grinned.

“Oh God! I overate… Badly! First lunch… Now dinner…” Paridhi deposited herself on the couch looking like she won’t move an inch from there now.

“Sleep it off then,” Subrato also sat down beside her and suggested helpfully.

“No!”

“What happened?” her intensity surprised Subrato.

“Nothing… Nothing at all…” Paridhi mumbled. She didn’t want to sleep. She was hoping… But she couldn’t tell him that, could she? Without realizing she turned crimson at her thoughts.

“Paridhi? Are you all right?”

“I am fine… What has come upon you? I just don’t want to sleep right now.”

“Okay. So, what do you want to do?” he smiled.

“I… I don’t know… Or talk, I guess…”

“Great! I don’t have to make an effort, then. You are the master in that art.”

She hit him playfully on the shoulder, “If you make fun of me talking, I will never ever talk to you.”

“Really? Let’s try that. If you can stay silent in my presence for just ten minutes, I will believe you.”

“You know what… I will kill you,” Subrato’s teasing had gotten to her and she started hitting him continuously. Subrato laughed out loud and forcefully pulled her in a hug. She resisted initially, but gave up pretty soon.

He broke the hug after a while, but held her close and spoke, “There is something… very important… that I want to talk to you about.”

“What?” her eyes shone in excitement… and expectation. He cared so much for her. He would talk before taking any steps…

“I think you should get back in touch with your mother.”

Paridhi was so surprised that she jerked back. There was mixture of bewilderment and contemplation on her face, “Why are you saying this?”

Subrato thought for a moment and smiled while answering, “Your question is your answer.”

“Excuse me?”

“You did not question my suggestion that you should get back in touch with her. You only questioned me suggesting it. So, you have thought about it too. Am I right?”

She nodded still looking thoughtful.

“And I had felt that… Somewhere you are restless… worried… That’s the only reason I suggested…”

“I worry about her. But I am scared for myself too. I don’t want to… I can’t go back to those days. That stress, hopelessness and… feeling of worthlessness…”

“Paridhi. You must realize something at this stage,” he paused to see her reaction. She was looking at him expectantly. So, he continued, “The reason you were being treated like that by your family was not that you were weak or helpless. At least there was nothing in the external world that made you weak. Your weakness was within you, your obsessive need to comply with them, that sense of responsibility you had that it didn’t matter whether others did their duty towards you or not, you could not dodge what you saw as your duty… I do not mean it in a negative sense. Our love and care does make us vulnerable and weak. The reason I am talking about this is that so long as you have moved past that, that thing inside you which was letting others treat you like… like you weren’t a human, you have nothing to fear. Back then, the dynamics of your relationship with your mother was defined by her, or her set ideas of what her society considered right. If you call her now, you will have the upper hand, you will define the dynamics, you will define who is powerful and who is not. There is no reason to be scared for yourself, Paridhi. Absolutely none.”

Tears clouded her eyes and she half smiled through them. “I…” she started speaking, but stopped with a nervous laughter as if she couldn’t find words. Then she made another attempt, “You can’t be real… Am I dreaming or something? What are you made up of?”

He raised one eyebrow comically, “Seriously? That’s one hell of a thankless job I am doing. Now I don’t even exist for you?”

This made her chuckle and she leaned onto him for another hug. “Do you want me to call her now?” she asked while still in the hug.

“Whenever you want Paridhi. I am not doling out a punishment to you, am I?”

“I will do it tomorrow morning. She stays awake till late… watching her soaps.”

“All right.”

They stayed like that for a while and Paridhi did not realize that she had fallen asleep in his arms. He woke her up gently, dragged her in her sleepy state to her room and tucked her in the bed.

To be continued

Coming Around (Part 15)

Posted 6 CommentsPosted in English, Original, Subrato-Paridhi

It was Saturday afternoon. Although normally Paridhi spent most of her weekends also at work, she wasn’t doing so this time. She was sitting in the hall, with Subrato and filling him in with the details of her research work. Suddenly she changed the topic.

“Did I tell you, I reconnected with my brother?”

“You did?” Subrato straightened up with and asked with interest, “How come? Where did you find him?”

She smiled, “You are the culprit again. You forced me to open a Facebook account.”

“Which you hardly use. But yeah – why shouldn’t I have forced? The reason you didn’t have one was to protect yourself from the prying eyes of your family and potential in-laws. The reason no longer existed. Anyway. So, your brother…”

“Yeah. We just found each other there. He is in Mumbai. In a job. He has a kid also now. He is doing very well for himself.”

“That’s great to know. And Paridhi?”

“Hmm?”

“Did your mother never get in touch with you?”

She shook her head sadly.

“Did you try?”

“No. I… She had disowned me. It wasn’t me…”

“It’s okay. I just…” her extreme care had turned into extreme anger and apathy. She couldn’t be blamed though.

“You know something,” she clearly wanted to talk.

“Go on.”

“I feel really, really bad for her.”

“Paridhi…”

“No. Don’t get me wrong. I am not regretting any of my decisions. She is miserable. But making myself miserable could hardly have solved her problems. She has been a victim of circumstances. Unfortunately, she did not have the strength to take things in her own hands. She tried to make amends for what was wrong with her life in strange ways… Making me miserable…”

“You mean your father’s death…”

“Not really. But how everything was before and after it. Her married life was never peaceful. And apparently the culprit was dowry. Dadi always complained that in her only son’s wedding, she did not get much of dowry and kept taunting Mummy for it all the time. This went on even after several years of marriage. My brother remembers it. My father was apparently stuck between his mother and wife, couldn’t open his mouth before his mother and could not do anything to placate his wife… Result was everyday fight in the house. The day he died… In an accident, while he was driving… There had been a huge fight at home. And till date Dadi blames Mummy for the accident. Apparently if she hadn’t fought with her husband before he left home, the accident would not have happened. And Mummy can’t really hold her ground. She has always been cowed down by Dadi. That even I have seen. She saw us – her children – as the only chance of her getting some ground under her feet. And she tried so hard to mold us in a way that will make her look good to Dadi and the society they both cared so much about, that… She lost both of us. I had seen the misery and gloom after my brother left. I had thought that by making some sacrifices, I could probably give her some respite. But that wasn’t about to happen. Giving whatever they wanted as dowry was her way of assuring that I lived my life with dignity, not the way she had to. She was sure that she was settling me the right way. I won’t be taunted about dowry all my life. What she refused to see was that dowry wasn’t the way to a dignified life, independence was. Obviously, she still doesn’t see it this way…”

Subrato walked towards her and sat beside her. He took her hands in his and pressed them lightly. “I understand Paridhi,” he said in an extremely soft voice, “You were not an idiot that you were trying to put up with all of that for so long. You were trying to set things right.”

“Where do you get this infinite patience from? You have always listened to me, so patiently?”

“Purely selfish reasons Paridhi. Purely selfish. I have been stung by people who don’t care. So, I care a lot about people who do. And now let me get some coffee for you.”

“I will get it.”

“Sit down. You don’t need to play an Indian housewife with me.”

“I am just playing a host.”

“How about we play roommates instead? Equals?”

She smiled, shrugged and gave up. She could try with all her might, but she couldn’t get around this man.

“What is this?” Subrato noticed something lying on the table with his name on it, when he brought the coffee.

“This… is… I haven’t saved enough to repay everything to you. But the application fees. A cheque for that. I wasn’t sure if your old bank account is active. Or you will be opening a new one. So, I haven’t put the date…”

“Paridhi. This…”

There he goes, she thought to herself. He won’t accept it. Part of her wanted him not to accept it. That would mean…

“What happened?” she asked outwardly.

“Umm… Nothing. I will put the date.”

He accepted it! She hoped her disappointment didn’t show.

“I have a question though,” he spoke again.

“Yeah?”

“Will repaying me ensure that you do not feel indebted to me?”

“Why are you… No. I can’t ever stop feeling indebted to you.”

“Why?” he was exasperated.

“Why? Number one – it isn’t just the money. Number two – even for money, it was the time that mattered… Somebody giving me 4800 bucks today won’t matter. So, my returning it to you today doesn’t make the importance of having it then disappear.”

“Paridhi…”

“And number three,” she did not let him interrupt, “This feeling connects me to you. I can’t let it go. It’s… It’s my emotional life line. Why can’t you let me have it? Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because…” he got up, held her hands and made her stand up too, “I have a connection with you too. And I want to know if you feel it. But not under indebtedness. That would spoil everything.”

“What connection?” her voice quivered in anticipation.

“You tell me. If you forget for a while that you feel indebted to me, do you still feel something else?”

“Do you?”

“I already told you, I do. I need to know from you.”

“Like hell, I do. What took you… so long to ask? Was it so difficult to see that?” her eyes filled with tears even as she smiled.

“There is no way to deal with you except patience. You know that, don’t you?” he also smiled and pulled her in a hug. The long-awaited one!

“You drove me to impatience,” she said.

He broke the hug and smiled mischievously, “Really? You are impatient now?”

She suddenly stepped back and said nervously, “I didn’t mean that.”

“You didn’t mean what?”

“Nothing,” she was trying to look anywhere but him to deal with her shyness and embarrassment, “The coffee is getting cold. Let’s… let’s finish it.”

Subrato was amused by her sudden nervousness. But he decided not to tease her. “Sure. Let’s finish the coffee,” he said sat down on a chair across her with his coffee mug.

He noticed that she was holding her mug with both her hands. “You all right?” he asked looking concerned.

“Yes… Yes…” she noticed him staring at her hands, “Just a little cold. Hot coffee feels good….” Her voice trailed as she saw his eyebrows raised. He didn’t believe her. And he was right not to. “I am extremely nervous,” she said plainly and honestly.

He sighed and smiled, then went over and sat beside her. He kept his own coffee mug on the table and put his hands around hers on her mug.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked gently.

“Of course not.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know. How am I supposed to know? It doesn’t happen every day…”

“Silly girl,” he couldn’t suppress a grin, “Here take a sip.”

“Why are you holding my… mug?” she did not say hands.

“Because your hands are trembling and you are going to spill your coffee.”

She took the sip, “Aren’t you going to drink your own?”

“No,” he took her mug from her and deposited that on the table too, “I think there is better coffee waiting for me elsewhere.” He did not give her a chance to interpret what he said and attacked her lips thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. After initial surprise and awkwardness, Paridhi responded with gusto.

After they broke the kiss, Paridhi hugged him tight and started crying silently. He realized it when he felt the wetness on his shirt.

“Paridhi. What happened…” he tried to break the hug to talk to her, but she clutched him hard.

“No,” she whispered urgently, “Let me be. Don’t push me away.”

She needed to feel the support and care. Her proximity was wrecking havoc on his hormones. But this wasn’t the time. Her emotional voids needed to be filled first.

“You know something,” he said after a while without trying to break the hug.

She pulled back just a bit to look at him and asked, “What?”

“Purple does suit you very well.”

She blushed and grinned and hid her face in his chest.

The check was forgotten and it would be discovered much later, when Paridhi would be packing her stuff to shift to a new house with Subrato.

To be continued

Coming Around (Part 14)

Posted 7 CommentsPosted in English, Original, Subrato-Paridhi

“Welcome back to New York!” he was startled by her voice.

“What are you doing here?” he asked without thinking.

“Last time I checked this was an airport and people are allowed to come here if they want,” Paridhi grinned.

Subrato had landed at John F. Kennedy International Airport a while back, had passed through the customs and was waiting for his luggage near the luggage belt, when Paridhi had surprised him. His two-year contract with IIAM had been over and he had come back to New York, to his old job. Paridhi had been doing her Ph. D. in New York University for last one year.

Subrato smiled, “So, I am getting a dose of my own medicine, eh? You didn’t tell me you would be coming. In fact, you had said something about being away for a conference.”

He noticed that she was wearing a purple dress. It suited her very well. As usual. He wondered if he should compliment her on that. He also wondered if he could hug her. He badly wanted to. They had been talking to each other regularly. But he wasn’t sure where their relationship stood. She needed time, space… She needed to sort out her own life. He thought that trying to push her into a relationship or commitment would be too much for her to handle. Especially given how indebted she felt to him. Despite his admonitions, she could not stop herself every now and then from talking about how much he had helped her and how she would never be able to repay all of it.

“A little surprise doesn’t hurt, does it?” she replied excitedly. Could she hug him, she wondered. She badly wanted to. But he was her mentor, guide… even a guardian. What if she was too… beneath him? She had thought and accused him of wanting her once, but she couldn’t be sure if he did; in particular if he still did after her accusations. And if she presumed anything wrong, it would be awkward afterwards. Probably disastrous too. So, she refrained.

Subrato was elated to see her there. So elated that his heart was racing. He had to try hard to keep his reactions in control. From their phone calls and e-mails, he had come to believe that she was rather casual about his return to New York. As if it was hardly a big deal for her. It had been disappointing, though he hadn’t let it on. But obviously that was not the case. She had been planning a surprise. May be he could hug her, after all.

But he didn’t!

“No it doesn’t. In fact it makes you… happy. Paridhi. I was unsure about the decision. But right now, I feel really happy that I am back.”

“So am I,” she was not restrained in her response, “Has your luggage come yet? Shall we go.”

“Hudson Hotel, 58th street,” Subrato gave the address of the hotel to the cab driver outside the airport, then confirmed with Paridhi, “You will come with me, right? You are free?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

They sat silently for a while as the cab drove on. Paridhi broke the silence, “How long are you going to stay in the hotel?”

“They will pay for three weeks. I need to find an apartment by then.”

“Hmm… And what if you didn’t find an apartment by then?”

“Three weeks is long enough. I have already seen some options online…”

“But if you can’t?”

“Paridhi? What do you want to say?”

“I… I… Nothing… Nothing at all.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I will find an apartment. Don’t worry.”

“Of course. You will…”

And awkward silence came between them once again.

“You could stay in my apartment,” suddenly she spoke again.

“Excuse me?”

“My roommate has moved out a while back. I haven’t taken anyone else in. I have a spare room. You can… Of course, only if… you want…”

He stared at her for a while before answering, “Why don’t you give the driver your apartment’s address?”

The room she led him to was squeaky clean, the bed was made and every piece of furniture was in place.

“Wow! You haven’t been doing Hotel Management here, have you?” he teased her.

“Huh?”

“I thought you weren’t know to keep your room clean. Back in those days, at least.”

She smiled, “I have snatched you away from a luxurious hotel. I hope it is comfortable.”

“It’s the best!”

“Why don’t you freshen up? I will get something to eat and drink. You want to take rest after that?”

“It’s better to stay awake until evening. Will help get over the jet lag faster.”

“Okay. Towels are there in the bathroom. I will make some coffee while you freshen up.”

But when Paridhi came back to the room with coffee, he had fallen asleep. She smiled, covered him with a blanket and stepped out noiselessly to avoid waking him up.


“So much for overcoming jet lag quickly,” he came to the hall after waking up.

Paridhi was reading something, “It’s okay. You have to join only on Monday. You will be fine by then. Did you sleep well?”

“Very well.”

“But now you will remain awake the entire night.”

“Truth be told, I am quite accustomed to doing that now.”

“Really? Why?”

“Somebody stole my sleep.”

Paridhi guffawed, albeit nervously, “I feel like I am watching a bollywood movie live with those corny dialogs. Shall I get you some coffee?” Then she regretted changing the subject. What if he did intend to say what she wanted to hear? But it was too late now.

“That’d be great.”

“So, I haven’t asked you yet,” he asked after she had brought coffee, “How have you been?”

“Fine!”

“Don’t you miss India?”

“I miss people.”

“But overall… Are you happy, Paridhi?”

“You mean to ask whether I have done the right thing in taking your advice,” she smiled, “The answer is yes. I couldn’t have taken a better decision. Steve, my guide, is very happy. But you, of course, know that.”

“Why would I know that?”

“Come on. You thought you would be able to keep it a secret from me. Steve told me how strong a recommendation you had given to him for me. And not just the formal one. He obviously knows you very well and respects you a lot.”

“We have worked together in past. And the respect is mutual. But yeah – you caught me. I have, indeed, kept a tab on your work,” he grinned.

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t do you a favour or anything Paridhi. You have done well. It proves that you got only what you deserved.”

“Why are you so hyper about proving that you never helped me with anything. You have helped me at every step. What is the harm in accepting it?”

“I wish I could explain. But anyway, aren’t you hungry?”

” I haven’t cooked at home. I still eat at Indian time. But restaurants here will be open for dinner already. If you don’t want to go out, I can order something in.”

“No. In fact, let me take you to a great Indian place in New York. I think you can’t get such nice Indian food even in India.”

“Really? Let’s go.”

To be continued