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Destined (Part 7)

Posted Mish6 CommentsPosted in English, Inspired, Rupali-Paritosh

She hadn’t slept last night. Not even a wink of sleep. She had a headache now. When she got a break, she decided not to go to the common room, which will be crowded with her colleagues. She wasn’t in a mood for small talk, or stories of patients’ antics, or cribs about canteen food and senior doctors. She went to the open terrace and sat on a bench there. She rubbed her eyes to soothe them.

“You didn’t sleep well?” Paritosh’ voice startled her.

“Sir!” she jumped out of the bench.

“Sorry. I scared you.”

“I was just startled.”

“Are you unwell?”

“No. Just a little tired. Like you noticed. Didn’t sleep well.”

“Why?”

She bit her lips and stayed silent.

“Do you ever talk to anyone?” he asked again.

She shook her head.

“I know that it’s easier said than done. But… you should talk. I did it for the first time yesterday… What I told you… It helps.”

She smiled, “Well… You didn’t tell much.”

He thought for a moment before replying, “I can tell more… When we have time.”

“I would look forward to it.”

“If you want a quieter place to take a break, you can go to my office. I am going to in OPD all afternoon.”

“Th… Thanks for that, Sir. But I will be fine. Just a couple of more hours of duty.”

“Okay, then. See you tomorrow.”

—

Rupali woke up with a start. She was sweating. It was a nightmare. She was caged and two huge hands were coming through the bars to crush her. Just before waking up, she had noticed another hand in the background. A normal, human hand… Reaching out to her… To help her… But she had woken up before it could reach her…

Will a helping hand ever reach her? Will she even allow a helping hand to reach her?

Rohan, the pampered son of the rich Moitras, had done most of his schooling outside India. He wasn’t at home when she had first come to this house. In fact, he hadn’t come for two years after that. Apparently he spent his holidays from school in traveling through Europe, US and South America. Damyanti and Sabyasachi joined him sometimes.

She was thirteen when he came home for the first time. He was eighteen and was going to start his medicine studies at the university in London after his vacation. She had heard so much about him from his mother that she was awed. He was someone who had gone around the world. Just seeing him had felt like an out of world experience to young Rupali. And he had noticed her too.

“So, you are Mr. Banerjee’s daughter?” he had startled her by coming to her room once.

“Uh… umm… yes…” she had been flustered, “Please sit down Rohan Da.”

“Oh God! That’s just… so awkward. Don’t call me Dada. I hate it.”

“What should I call you then?”

“Rohan is just fine. It is only in India that we go around making everyone a brother and sister.”

“Okay.” It had taken her some time to get used to calling him Rohan. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He had insisted that she took him around Kolkata. And Damyanti had encouraged it. “He is right. He would get bored sitting at home. And you also need to step out of the house Rupa.”

She had obeyed. Her summer vacations were going on and every evening, they would go out had roam around the various parts of the city. In the process she had gotten to know him better. While he had a gift of behaving charmingly with people, his temper frightened her sometimes. Once in a while he would yell at a shopkeeper, a rickshaw wallah or  a servant in the house with murderous rage.

The afternoon before he had left to join the university, he had come to her room and had closed the doors startling her.

“Rohan? What happened?” her instincts were alert. But that didn’t save her.

He had walked to her and held her. “You are beautiful,” he had whispered in her ear.

“Rohan. Let me go…”

“Hush…” he covered her mouth with his hands, bent a little and bit on her neck drawing a gasp from her. “You are so innocent. Do you know what this is? This is called love bite. It will remind you of me, when I am gone. But I won’t be gone for long. Before you know it, my semester will be over and I will be back. Wait for me.”

And he had left. She was shocked and stunned to silence. She had slumped on her bed. She was so shocked that even tears had taken time to come to her eyes. She hadn’t come out of her room for next two days. When Damyanti had asked her to come with them to the airport in the evening to see Rohan off, she had refused saying that she had severe headache.

“Oh! That’s a pity dear. You guys have become such good friends. But anyway. Health first. Take rest.”

Over next five months, she had tried to forget the incident. Hoping against hope that it had never happened. That it was all a bad dream. But Rohan had been back. He no longer seemed interested in his Europe tours with friends. He came back home after every semester. Sometimes, he flew in even in the middle of the semester, if there was a break of even a week.

On his next visit, she had tried to threaten him that she would tell his parents.

“Don’t be silly,” he had told her, “Do you want to be thrown out of the house? I am their son. They will never do that to me. This is our secret.”

She had gulped hard. What would she do? Barely fourteen, she was too young to be on her own. And of course. Who would choose her over their own son? Especially a son they seemed so proud and fond of.

“And don’t worry. You are mine. I am going to marry you.”

And so she went on enduring. His fondling, kisses, love bites… He never went all the way with her. As if he was ensuring that he didn’t leave any proofs behind. She cried on her bed when he would use her and then go to her bathroom to relieve himself. She endured. From one visit to another. Over time she became immune. She would let him do whatever he wanted. He had taken it as a sign of her acceptance, even her love.

Between his visits, she focused on her studies like a mad-woman. That’s where she had sought refuse. She had been a decent student even earlier, but with this redoubled concentration, her performance sky-rocketed. Damyanti had once remarked that she seemed to be inspired by Rohan. “Haven’t you noticed how her grades are improving since she has met Rohan. I am so glad,” she had told her husband, who had just nodded. Rupali had given a small smile. She felt resigned, rather than angry.

It was no surprise when she got a very good rank in medical entrance examination. She didn’t want her education to be another burden on her benefactors. She had to get a high rank, get admission in AIIMS, which would ensure minimal expenses as opposed to the private colleges or studies abroad.

Rohan had come home just before her results had come out. And he had dropped the bomb soon after the results. By declaring before his parents that he was in love with Rupali and would marry her when time came.

“I thought this was the right time to let you know about it, Ma, Baba. I had heard you talking about my marriage. So, I want to let you know that you do not need to search far and wide.”

They had assumed that Rupali was in it. Still only seventeen years old, Rupali had felt helpless. And resigned.

A subtle change had occurred in Rohan after that declaration before the family. He had become less demanding, less crude physically. Probably he had more control over his hormones now. But at the same time, he had become very obsessive and possessive. He tried to control what she did, where she went, whom she met… On his parents’ front, she felt even more helpless. Now their happiness seemed tied to her marriage with Rohan. There seemed no hope of getting away from this mess.

Yet, as she grew up, she felt more and more restless about her situation. Not feeling confident enough to rebel, she reacted by learning to do some little rebellion. Against Rohan. Hiding things from him, telling him things he liked to hear and doing her own stuff… To the extent she could.

And she was already tired. What was her life going to be like? They could decide to get them married any time. The only reason it had not been done yet was that Rohan had an older cousin who was yet to get married. How long will that protect her?

And even if she were to get away, what would she do? She felt too violated, too damaged by Rohan to think of a happy life with someone else. The helping hand would never reach her.

She came out of her thoughts and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Then she switched on the headlamp and checked the time. It was past five in the morning. With two sleepless nights in a row, she would hardly be in a position to do her duty. After couple of hours she called up the hospital and exchanged her day’s duty with the night duty. Probably nightmares won’t trouble her during the day and she would be able to catch on some sleep.

—

To be continued

Destined (Part 6)

Posted Mish4 CommentsPosted in English, Inspired, Rupali-Paritosh

“Should I drop you home? Or at the mall again?” Paritosh asked when they left the orphanage.

“The signal before the mall,” she replied.

“The signal?”

“Rohan doesn’t know I come here. He might be at the mall.”

“Why are you engaged to him? Because you feel indebted to his parents?” he suddenly asked.

Rupali wasn’t surprised at his question. Given everything he knew and had witnessed, he would obviously guess that. But she was hoping that he wouldn’t actually voice it out.

She sighed audibly, but did not reply. Paritosh looked at her once, but otherwise kept his eyes on the road. He stopped at the signal as she had asked him to.

“Good night, Dr. Khanna. And thanks for the ride.”

“Good night, Dr. Banerjee.”

—

Paritosh took out the keys from his drawer and fiddled with them as he thought to the day Daar ji had died. He hadn’t wanted to be admitted to the hospital even in extreme illness. So, Paritosh had arranged everything possible at home. But he was sinking day by day. As a doctor Paritosh could not have fought the nature. He was helpless. The real shock for him, however, had come when Daar ji had started crying.

“Daar ji!” he had held his hands unable to think of what to say. The man had been fierce in his life. Was the death scaring him so much?

“Find her Paritosh! Please find her.”

“Whom?”

“My daughter. I didn’t do anything for her. All my life.”

“Daar ji. Please calm down. Don’t work yourself up like this.”

“Open that cupboard, Paritosh. There is a small box on the bottom shelf.”

Paritosh had complied and opened the box on Daar ji’s instructions. There was an old photograph of a young girl, a bunch of keys and some papers.

“These are the papers and keys for the house I had bought for her. Please find her and give it to her.”

“Where is she, Daar ji?”

“I don’t know. Find her. You will find her, won’t you? Promise me. Please promise me.”

Paritosh didn’t have time to think it through. Daar ji was so agitated, he had to promise him. That had calmed him down. He had talked a bit more.

His wife had died at childbirth. He had brought his daughter up himself, and loved her to death. He had wanted her to be a doctor and did not want to spare anything in her education. He had sent her to a boarding school in Darjeeling so that she got the best education. In her last year at school, the seventeen year-old girl had fallen in love with a young teacher there. Daar ji had gotten to know about it and had been extremely angry. As much as he believed in educating his daughter and in having a career for her, his daughter falling in love and especially with a possibility of an inter-caste marriage was a strict no for him. He had been furious and had announced that he will get her married as soon as she turned eighteen. And she had run away!

He had felt betrayed by her. To avoid the social embarrassment, he had shifted to Kolkata from the small town where he had lived all his life. The loneliness had started troubling him in couple of years though and that’s when he had started spending time in Paritosh’ orphanage. He helped kids with their studies. Paritosh was intelligent and they grew close. Finally he had adopted him.

“I felt betrayed by her, and I was angry. Childishly angry. So, I adopted a boy, not a girl. And I insisted so much on you becoming a doctor. As if to tell her, that I didn’t need her to fulfill my dreams. Paritosh. Don’t get me wrong. I have loved you, I have loved you like any father loves his child. But I can’t forget her. I have been unfair to her. I acted as childishly as she did. I failed her as a father. Find her for me Paritosh and give her that house. May be my failings would be slightly atoned. Everything else is for you.”

Daar ji had been tired by then. He had drifted off to sleep. Never to wake up. Paritosh could not even note the accurate time of death. Daar ji had forgotten to tell him the name of his daughter. How in the world was Paritosh supposed to find her?

Daar ji had done everything for him. He would be ungrateful if he didn’t acknowledge that. Despite being a fierce, strong man of business otherwise, he had been a loving and caring father to him. And yet since that day, Paritosh could not let go of the nagging feeling. That he was a substitute.

But he would have liked to fulfill Daar ji’s last wish. But where would he even start looking for her? He had tried asking some of Daar ji’s business associates and the few friends he had in Kolkata. But none of them seemed to have much idea of about Daar ji’s life before he shifted to Kolkata. From his property papers, Paritosh figured that he had sold off everything in his hometown and it was unlikely that anyone there would have any information. He had hired a private detective nonetheless and he hadn’t come back with much even after several trips to the town.

Paritosh had confused feelings about his life as an orphan and then as an adopted son. He had been luckier than most. And yet he felt dissatisfied. But he had never shared these feelings with anyone. Until that evening in the orphanage. It wasn’t intentional on either of their parts, but he had come to know about some of Rupali’s most personal issues and feelings. He felt that he owed it to her to share some of his own too. And it had been easy after knowing that she was also an orphan. But that act of sharing had also been cathartic to him. He felt good. He smiled, looked at the keys again before keeping them back in the drawer. Then he went to sleep.

—

He felt something tugging at his heart, when he saw Rupali getting out of Rohan’s car at the hospital next morning. He felt guilty. He had slept smiling last night, feeling good about having shared his feelings with someone, who would have understood. But he hadn’t spared a thought about the fate of this girl. The fate that he himself had spelled out so clearly for her last evening. That she was engaged to, and was probably going to be married to, a hopelessly possessive and obsessive man, was aware of her situation and yet could not pull out of it because she was indebted. She was indebted because she was an orphan. Like him. How did she sleep last night?

—

To be continued

Destined (Part 5)

Posted Mish6 CommentsPosted in English, Inspired, Rupali-Paritosh

“Doctor Uncle, you tell us. What should we call her? Didi or Auntie?” two kids came to Paritosh and Rupali when they went to the orphanage for the weekly checkup and asked Paritosh to resolved their dispute about Rupali.

“What?”

“Mihir says we should call her Auntie, I think we should call her Didi.”

Paritosh laughed out loud, while Rupali blushed, “I think you might have taken the more advantageous position in betting on Didi, but why don’t you ask her what she would like to be called.”

“How about you just call me by my name? Rupali? It is a nice enough name, don’t you think so?” Rupali intervened.

“But elders are not supposed to be called by their name,” the kids were not satisfied.

“Hmm…” Rupali became thoughtful, while Paritosh laughed again. “They are not going to let you off the hook so easily, Dr. Banerjee.”

Her eyes shone on hearing him, “How about you call me Dr. Rupali? That is respectful enough.”

“Will Suma Auntie agree?” the kids consulted amongst themselves talking about their caretaker.

“She will. Don’t worry.”

“Okay then. Dr. Rupali. We will call you that only.”

“Good,” Rupali smiled and patted their heads.

“Well… Didi wouldn’t have been too bad,” Paritosh was still amused, “Auntie would be totally out-of-place, of course.”

“I don’t care how old I am perceived to be,” Rupali smiled, “But I… Just don’t feel comfortable with relations… It is better to keep it impersonal.”

“Why do you come here, then? This can not be impersonal?” he asked suddenly.

“Why do you come here?” she asked in return.

“That’s not fair. Turning the question on me like that.”

“No. No. I didn’t intend to do that. I am sorry,” Rupali was flustered.

“It’s okay. No need to get worked up. But yes – coming here is extremely personal for me. My first memories of life are of this place. I was here.”

Rupali looked surprised, “You are an orphan?”

“Daar ji had adopted me, when I was twelve. But before that…”

“Oh!”

“What?”

“I come here, because I could have been here,” she said slowly.

“How come?”

“My parents died when I was eleven. In an accident.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Insurance payout never came. They declared that it was a suicide. There was nobody to argue or fight with them on my behalf. Without the insurance money, no relative was willing to take on the responsibility of a young child, especially a girl. They had almost packed me to this place, when my father’s employers stepped in and took me in.”

“That was great. You were lucky. They obviously brought you up well.”

“Yes. I guess.”

“You don’t agree?”

“I don’t disagree… But sometimes I do wonder… If deprivation is better while growing up or a burden of favor? Did you never feel that conflict?”

Paritosh smiled in understanding. “Not exactly that. But yeah – I understand. We all have our shares of conflicts in that situation.”

“What was your conflict?”

“Luckily for me, I didn’t grow up with that feeling. It was only during Daar ji’s last days that I realized that I was a substitute for someone.”

“Substitute?”

“His daughter… Whom apparently he had lost due to his own fault…”

“Hmm…”

“What did your father do, by the way?” Paritosh asked shifting the focus away from his story.

“He was the principle at one of Nihar Education Trust’s schools.”

“You were adopted by Dr. Moitra’s parents?” Paritosh asked immediately surprising Rupali.

“How do you know?”

“Well… his father is a member in the hospital’s board. I have known him for last four years As head of the department, I have to work closely with the board. NET belongs to them…”

“Oh! I should have known…” Rupali mumbled.

“I… I am sorry if it became awkward for you. I am not going to talk about any of this to them, of course,” Paritosh assured her, “We don’t meet much socially, anyway.”

“Of course. I trust you. I have to. For some reason you have been a witness to my awkwardness a bit too often,” Rupali tried to laugh it off.

—

To be continued

Destined (Part 4)

Posted Mish7 CommentsPosted in English, Inspired, Rupali-Paritosh

She came to the hospital in the evening the next day. She was on night duty.

“Good you joined me yesterday, Dr. Banerjee,” Paritosh told her when she went to his office to inquire about the child from the orphanage, “Otherwise his jaundice would have gone undiagnosed for another week. It wasn’t his group’s turn yesterday.”

“I am glad it helped, Sir. I will check up on him once.”

“Sure. And…” His mobile rang interrupting the conversation. He became tense as he heard the person on the other side of the phone. “Yes… Just now?? Oh… I will be there… I have Dr. Banerjee with me… right Rupali Banerjee… Please call Dr. Rao to see who else is on duty and who can be called from home… Sure…”

“Dr. Banerjee… To the emergency… Right away…”

“What happened, Sir?” she asked as she scurried to keep pace with him.

“There has been a an accident involving kids… A school bus was hit by a tractor…”

“School bus? At this hour?”

“They were coming back from some school trip.”

“Oh my God!” Rupali could not help exclaim as they reached emergency and saw the hospital staff carry one injured kid after another to the ward. They bodies were bloody. Most had passed out from pain and shock. Others were wailing in pain.

“Quick Dr. Banerjee. We don’t have time. Start from that bed. Ask nurses to attend to minor injuries. Focus on stopping blood loss for major ones.”

“Yes Sir,” she collected herself together and went on to do as he had advised.

The doctors on the emergency duty were already working. Doctors from other departments also came in soon to help, some who lived nearby came from their homes. Still there were too many patients and it took them about four hours to attend to everyone. Five of the kids were in critical condition and had been shifted to ICU.

Finally Rupali got a short break and walked to the common room. Paritosh was standing there watching TV tuned to a news channel. They were covering the school bus accident. The truck-driver had been drunk while driving. The situation had become even more scandalous, because the truck was found to be carrying large quantities of illegal firearms hidden beneath packets of clothes.

“Are you fine?” Paritosh asked when he noticed her.

“Define fine,” she replied with a sad smile, “As a doctor I can’t afford to get nauseated by blood, pain and injury. But as a person this news does nauseate me. As if those firearms wouldn’t have killed enough people, the truck driver also had to kill these kids.” She sat down on one of the chairs there.

Paritosh also sat down and said, “I have to apologize to you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you remember your first assignment? For an operation…”

“I do, of course. What about it?”

“I had probably offended you by asking if you were ready for that. Under some irrational influence, I had thought that you might not be… strong enough. I have seen you working since then. And especially today. Obviously I was completely wrong.”

She didn’t react for a while and Paritosh started worrying if he should have let bygones be bygones. Why did he feel this sudden need to apologize anyway? It wasn’t like he had been thinking about it? But when he saw her working that evening. With so many injured and bloody kids, what Rohan had said about her and what he had let affect himself for a while too, came back to him. He felt like he needed to make up for that. He needed to apologize. But after doing that he felt like an idiot. She had probably never noticed. Why did he have to tell her?

Then she gave what looked like a helpless smile, “Not your fault.”

“Excuse me?”

“You were under irrational influence.”

“I shouldn’t have been. But thanks for the generosity.”

“Aren’t you planning to leave? You have been here all day, right?” Rupali changed the topic. Although with his image of a workaholic in the hospital, she didn’t expect he would leave amidst that tragedy.

His reply was not unexpected, “Not under these circumstances. Non-ICU patients will need to be shifted to pediatric ward in the morning. I will be in my office though. If there are any updates, or any relapses, you can tell me. And inform others on duty as well.”

“Sure Sir.”

—

“Your duty is over. You have no business being here,” Rohan was insistent on sending Rupali home after her night duty.

“So many kids are in still in such bad shape Rohan. I can’t just leave and go. Many doctors are staying beyond duty hours.”

“I can’t see you falling sick.”

“Rohan please. I am fine.”

“I know better.”

“For God’s sake Rohan. Let me decide for myself. I am not a child. Dr. Khanna is here since yesterday morning. Dr….”

“Has he asked you to stay?” Rohan asked sharply.

“No. Nobody has asked me to…”

“Let me talk to him.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

But Rohan had turned away from her and she realized that he was going to Paritosh’ office.

“Wait Rohan,” she panicked and ran after him, “I am going home. Okay?”

Unfortunately for her Paritosh was coming their way and Rohan ran into him.

“Dr. Khanna. I had told you on the very first day that Rupali is not a very tough person.”

“Excuse me?” Paritosh could find no rhyme or reason to Rohan’s sudden verbal attack.

“Why is she being held back at the hospital after her duty is over?”

“That’s enough Rohan,” Rupali hissed and grabbed his hands. “I’m sorry Dr. Khanna. He has lost his mind,” she quickly apologized and then dragged Rohan away from there with a strength that surprised him.

“What are you doing Rupa?” Rohan was annoyed.

Rupali thought for a moment whether to give him a fitting reply. But she resorted to one of her tricks.

“You have already had a brush with Dr. Khanna once earlier. Because of me. I don’t want that to happen again. He is a senior doctor.”

“We don’t have to be afraid of Dr. Khanna. If he is a senior doctor reporting to the board, then Baba is a member of the board.”

“I know, I know Rohan. But think of professionalism. And if I need your help, I will tell you. You know that, right?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Then go. I will leave when I want to.”

“Sure?”

“Yes Rohan. Now go to your department. You are getting late.”

“Fine. But be at home in the evening.”

“I will be.”

She turned back to go to the ward to find Paritosh within hearing distance. Her face flushed. Did he see the little drama that had played out here? She stood rooted at her place awkwardly as he came towards her.

“Dr. Banerjee. You can go back home, if you want to. Others are on duty…”

“But I don’t want to… I am really, really sorry about Rohan. I hadn’t told him anything…”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize for other people. If you want to stay, then you will stay.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Keep up the good work.”

—

To be continued

Destined (Part 3)

Posted Mish9 CommentsPosted in English, Inspired, Rupali-Paritosh

“Wait… wait Seema… Don’t run outside. There are cars on the road…” Rupali ran after a little girl, but the girl ran into someone else who was coming in through the gate.

“Steady Seema,” the man held her and then picked her up lovingly.

Rupali was surprised to see that it was Paritosh. “Dr. Banerjee!” he was surprised too.

“Doctor Uncle is here,” Seema shouted in excitement.

Paritosh smiled at her and put her down, “Run to your friends and tell them this is the checkup day for Pokemon group. They should all gather in the hall.”

“Okay!” the girl replied and ran away towards her friends, all of whom stayed in the orphanage.

“He… Hello Sir,” Rupali was flustered.

“Nice to see you here,” if he was awkward to meet her outside the hospital, he managed to hide it pretty well.

“Same here,” Rupali said, but wondered if she felt that way. Although she had appreciated Paritosh saving her from Rohan’s untoward demands in the hospital, she didn’t think she could share her personal life with her boss. But she had come there that day on some purpose. So, she decided to go ahead with it. “The administrator told me that a senior doctor volunteers here and he would be here today. I had no clue that would be you. It was probably silly of me to not to ask the name…”

“That’s okay. Did you want to meet me?”

“I just… wanted to volunteer as well… To help you… I thought it was better if I coordinated instead of doing it separately.”

“Sure. That’s a great idea.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Do you want to start right away?”

“Yes. Of course. That’s why I came today.”

“Great. Let’s go then. We can do two groups today. Too many kids – so I have divided them into four groups. One group gets the check up every week.” Paritosh was used to managing the department. He effortlessly took her under his wings there too.

“Pokemon group?” she smiled in amusement.

Paritosh smiled too and they felt the tension and awkwardness dissolving, “Well – with kids, you have to be like kids. You will take up Ben-10 group.”

“Okay,” her smile had grown to become a chuckle. Just then her mobile rang. “Excuse me Dr. Khanna. I have to take this. I will join you in a minute?”

“Sure,” Paritosh looked at her curiously for a second before leaving. The softness of the smile had disappeared from her face.

He couldn’t avoid hearing parts of her conversation even as he tried to move away quickly. “I told you Rohan… I am at the hospital. It will take some time…”

—

“Have you been feeling tired lately?” Rupali asked a kid during the checkup.

The boy nodded in reply.

“Kamla Auntie says he has not been eating well.” added the girl waiting behind him in the line referring to one of the employers of the orphanage.

“Dr. Khanna,” she addressed Paritosh who was attending to another group, “I think we need to do urine test for him.”

“What happened?”

“I suspect jaundice.”

“Oh! Come here, Sumit,” Paritosh asked the boy to come to him and checked his eyes.

“We need to isolate him from other kids,” Rupali said after Paritosh nodded at her in confirmation.

“I don’t think they have any empty rooms left. Too many kids… Too little funding… Same old story…” Paritosh appeared to be drifting off to some other world.

“Sir?”

Her voice brought him out of his thoughts. “If it is jaundice,” he started talking in a matter-of-fact tone again, “this is at a very contagious stage. Something needs to be done. Let’s take him to the hospital.”

“But…”

“I will pay for the treatment.”

“Okay…” Rupali was much more impressed than she let on.

“How have you come?” Paritosh asked Rupali when they made to leave with Sumit after finishing checkups.

“I took a taxi.”

“I have my car. Let me drop you back.”

“It’s not needed, Sir.”

“Where do you stay?”

“You also have to take Sumit to the hospital.”

“Fine. If it isn’t on my way to the hospital, I won’t insist. But at least tell me where do you live.”

Rupali sighed helplessly, “It is on your way to the hospital.”

“Then what’s the problem? Come with me.”

“You remember the name of all the kids there?” she asked as they were driving back. She had noticed it during the check up. He addressed each and every kid there by name.

“I have been going there for years now. Now I have seen most of them coming there, growing up…”

“Hmm.”

“How about you? For how long have you been coming here?”

“Just for last month or so. I was in Delhi for last five years.”

“AIIMS, right? For your MBBS.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good.”

“Can you please drop me here?” she said suddenly in front of the mall.

“Here?”

“Yes. My house is at walking distance from here. And I just remembered I had some things to buy. So, I will get them from the mall.”

“Should I wait?”

“No. No Sir. Seriously. I stay right behind the mall. And Sumit…”

“Okay then. Take care.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

She waited until he had driven off and then walked listlessly towards her house without so much as glancing towards the mall she was supposed to go to. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She had volunteered to work with Paritosh in the orphanage. He was her boss. There was no way she could have gone back on that commitment. And she didn’t want to… But this was going to get tricky with Rohan.

“Why were you with Dr. Khanna?” It was as if her worries were immediately personified. She ran into Rohan. And he had apparently seen her getting out of the car.

“He was coming to this side. He gave me a lift,” she didn’t really have to lie, because she didn’t make a reference to where she was coming from. As far as Rohan was concerned, she was coming from the hospital. She had become quite adept at manipulating Rohan to keep his anger and wrath away. But it was easier earlier. At first he was in London for his studies. He had come back a couple of years ago, but then she was in Delhi for her studies. She only needed to handle his possessiveness and obsession occasionally. But now… She was getting tired because she had to do it day in, day out. They were staying under the same roof. And she also had to hide it from Rohan’s parents. They were really proud of their son and they loved him so much. She wasn’t sure how they would react if she ever complained about him to them. If they believed her, they would be devastated. Rupali could not do that to them. If they didn’t believe her… well… what would she gain except losing their trust…. She was between a rock and a hard place.

“You should have gone with the driver,” Rohan was still irritated and his agitated complaint brought her out of her thoughts.

“Kakima might have needed him.”

“Why don’t you just learn to drive?”

“I am… scared of driving,” she lied. She knew how to drive; she had learned it with the help of one of her friends. But hiding things from Rohan was one of the things that gave her satisfaction. Of being in control. She knew her reply would work on him. It always did! The idea of her being weak, scared, in need of help, being dependent on him always worked. He liked it.

“I know,” that smile again! “Let’s go, and have a cup of coffee somewhere. I had been getting bored, waiting for you.”

She would have preferred to go home, but she gave in. What all could she run away from? She cringed as he put his arms around her protectively, but did not move away.

—

To be continued

Destined (Part 2)

Posted Mish7 CommentsPosted in English, Inspired, Rupali-Paritosh

“Come in,” Paritosh heard a knock on his door about an hour later. He had to prepare a presentation on the department’s performance in last quarter for the impending board meeting. But he was not able to concentrate at all. He could not let go of the feeling that he might have made a mistake by intervening between Rupali and Rohan. It did look like Rohan was forcing himself, but would his intervention make things better or worse for Rupali? They had a life outside the hospital too!

Rupali walked into his cabin, “Dr. Khanna. I needed your signature on these discharge papers. I’m sorry to disturb you for this, but Dr. Gupta has stepped out for an hour, and the parents are getting edgy. Only you have the authority to sign these.”

“No problem. I will sign it. You have ensured that he is ready to be discharged, right?”

“Yes Sir. Dr. Gupta also gave his confirmation over phone.”

“Dr. Banerjee,” Paritosh stopped her when she made to leave after getting the papers signed.

“Yes Sir?”

“I acted on my best understanding earlier. But I am not sure if I should have… I just…”

“Thanks for bringing it up,” Rupali looked relieved rather than awkward, “I wanted to thank you. For speaking up and not looking the other way.”

“Really?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Okay then. Take care.”

Rupali nodded and made to leave, when she was stopped again.

“Dr. Banerjee.”

“Yes Sir?”

“I have to ask. Did Dr. Moitra lie about your relationship? If so…”

“No,” she sighed, “He didn’t. I guess… But what you had said still stands, right? I have my rights?”

“Of course,” he assured hastily, “If there is ever any problem in this hospital or from any of the employees here, you must come to me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

It was extremely odd. Why would she be engaged to a person when she needed and was fine with another person intervening between them? And what was hurry to get engaged? How old would she be? Was she under some pressure? What kind?

—

Rupali was relieved that Rohan was not waiting for her in the parking lot after her duty was over. Even when he finished earlier, he always insisted on taking her home with him and waited for her. It should have been romantic, but it wasn’t…

“Rupa. Darling, what’s up with Rohan? Have the two of you fought?” Rupali’s relief was short-lived as she ran into Damyanti Moitra, Rohan’s mother as soon as she entered home.

“Why Kakima? What happened?” Rupali’s behavior with Damyanti was nothing like the the dry, distant one she had with Rohan. And her conflicting emotions were clear in her body language. When Damyanti worried about something, Rupali worried about it too. But when it came to Rohan…

“He refused to eat after coming from the hospital and has locked himself in the room. Only you can handle him, when he is in that mood. Will you please see that he eats something, dear? Why don’t you take your plate also to his room?”

“Sure Kakima.” Damyanti always dismissed Rupali’s discomfort while speaking about Rohan as her shyness. Despite growing up in her liberal household, she found this girl to be incredibly shy. When she had come to live with them as an eleven year old, Damyanti used to worry a lot about whether or not she was comfortable. But over time, she was satisfied that she was.

And Rupali was indeed comfortable with Damyanti and her husband Sabyasachi Moitra. They had provided her not just with a roof over her head, but also with immense love and care. There was no repaying their kindness. She could do anything to keep them happy. And their happiness lied in their only son – Rohan!

—

“Kakima said you haven’t eaten anything,” Rupali brought a plate for Rohan in his room.

“Do you have a crush on Dr. Khanna?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why were you tongue-tied before him? Couldn’t you have spoken up, while he insulted us?”

Rupali took a deep breath. What was she thinking? That he would let it go? Of course not. And he wouldn’t leave her out of it either. Insulted us? Whatever that meant. As far as Rupali was concerned, she had been saved; not insulted. She didn’t want her workplace tainted with the memories of… But she did not want to anger Rohan further. Not at home, at least. Not when Kakima and Kaku would be around.

“It was not right Rohan. We work there…” she attempted a logical discussion.

“Don’t give me excuses,” he glared at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice.

“Why didn’t you speak up?”

“I… I got nervous,” that was an explanation he’d like. He liked to think of her as a damsel in distress, who needed rescuing.

He smiled. Rupali could not help noticing that it appeared affectionate. It still freaked her out…

“Of course. I should have known.” He got up from his bed and came to her. “But you really have to stop worrying when I am around, okay?”

She nodded.

“And right now, there is nothing to be nervous about,” he closed in on her.

“Rohan… Kakima is around…” she tried to protest.

“She is in her room, I know that,” he replied and kissed her. She endured the kiss fighting her urge to step back. She wondered if she’d ever feel the same way about a kiss as the heroines of novels did. It had always felt repulsive to her, something she had to endure. That was her destiny.

—

To be continued

Destined (Part 1)

Posted Mish5 CommentsPosted in English, Inspired, Rupali-Paritosh

“Dr. Moitra? What are you doing here this early in the morning?” Dr. Paritosh Khanna was surprised to see Rohan Moitra, a resident doctor in Orthopedics, in the Pediatrics department conference room. He was there to address the new batch of interns coming to Pediatrics department of Shohan Nath Majumdar Multi Specialty Hospital, Kolkata.

“Good Morning Dr. Khanna. Actually my fiancee is joining as an intern in your department. So, came by… For moral support…” Rohan grinned.

“I see!” Paritosh said trying to appear neutral. He wondered if Rohan’s act was sweet or patronizing.

“She is sitting there,” he pointed to the corner seat in the row where all the new interns were sitting and waiting for their orientation to begin, “Rupali. Banerjee, for now. She is the nervous kind… I am not even sure it was the right profession for her. But she always insisted. Please go easy on her.” As the head of Pediatrics, Paritosh would be the boss of all the interns.

“Well Dr. Moitra. This profession has its demands. I do not intend to put anything more than that on anybody. It is not in my hands to make it less for anybody,” Paritosh said dryly.

“Ah! Well… Of course.”

Paritosh smiled and then excused himself, “Anyway! I should get going. They are waiting for me. I think your duty shift would also be starting now.”

“Yeah. Sure,” Rohan got the hint that he was not welcome during the orientation just because his fiancée was there. He walked away, but shot a glance at Rupali before leaving. Paritosh noticed that Rupali had also turned to look at Rohan at around the same time. She was slightly far, but Paritosh felt sure that he saw her stiffen.

—

As someone so insistent of maintaining professional relationships with people at work, Paritosh was annoyed at himself. Just because Rohan had pointed Rupali out to him, he found himself noticing her repeatedly during his address to the interns. It made no sense.

Or probably it did. There was something captivating in those large eyes sitting on a lean, small, innocent face of wheatish complexion. Not quite the typical Bengali face. But there were hints – for sure.

What the hell! He shirked off his train of thoughts and looked at the clock. OPD time. Patients – hassled and sad when they came, happy and healthy after treatment, their faith in life and living restored… That’s what kept him alive and occupied. That’s what he was comfortable with. That’s what he needed to go back to. To deal with his distracted mind.

—

Paritosh was getting ready to go to a surgery. He was not a surgeon. But he had admitted the patient, and there were many complications expected in the surgery. So, the pediatric surgeon has requested his presence. Interns of pediatrics department were sitting outside to watch the surgery through the glass. It was a part of their training process. One of them will be inside assisting the surgeon. Paritosh wondered who that would be. It was a complicated surgery, and would be quite challenging for a fresher. Just then he saw her walking in.

Rupali was already wearing her robe and had come to wash her hands before the surgery started. “Good Morning, Sir,” she greeted him courteously.

“Good Morning, Dr. Banerjee,” he replied. If it had been any other intern, he wouldn’t have know his or her name. He hadn’t been individually acquainted with them yet. Rupali appeared surprised at first, but probably recalled immediately that she had seen Rohan with him the day before, during the orientation. She sighed audibly and looked, as far as Paritosh could see, sad.

“So, you are assisting in the surgery?”

“Yes Sir.”

“It is a complicated one. And when patients are so young, their condition often disturbs us a lot… This is your first day. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Some intern has to be here, right? Why not me?”

“Sure. I was… just being… cautious.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be. Shall we go inside?”

“Yes Sir.”

—

“Rohan. Please let me go,” Paritosh recognized Rupali’s voice, as he passed by the fire exit. The door to staircase was shut as usual, but the sound passed through.

“Stop it already, Rupa. You can’t keep running away from me.”

Paritosh hesitated. Should he stop? Should he not? Was it the usual dance of lovers? Fire exit was a favourite place for the young couples in the hospital to have their own time during breaks. Or was it sexual harassment right under his nose? Something about Rohan’s tone made it not feel like a lover’s insistence at all. Rupali’s reply came as Paritosh was still deliberating on what to do.

“This isn’t the time or place to discuss…”

“Who is interested in discussing…”

“Rohan!” Rupali shouted.

Rohan must have closed in on her. Because the sound that came next was definitely Rupali pushing him away and he getting hit by the railing of the staircase.

Paritosh pushed the door open. “What’s going on here?”

Rohan and Rupali were both startled and horrified at first. Then Rupali’s expression turned to that of relief, while Rohan’s turned belligerent.

“This is personal Dr. Khanna.”

“I’m afraid it sounded more like an offense.”

“She is my fiancée,” Rohan retorted.

“Even if she were your legally wedded wife Dr. Moitra, she had the right to say no. Especially at a public place like this. And this is her workplace, no less. This is not acceptable…”

“Dr. Khanna. You are reading too much into the situation…”

“What I have seen here is called sexual harassment, Dr. Moitra. So, as Dr. Banerjee’s boss and as the chief administrator of this department, I have to intervene and ask you to leave immediately. And this must not happen again, else I will be forced to report it.”

Rohan gritted his teeth, but could not say anything.

“Please leave,” Paritosh was adamant.

Rohan shot an angry glance at Rupali and then left.

Paritosh felt awkward when left alone with Rupali, but he maintained his formal disposition, “Please go back to your ward Dr. Banerjee. Lunch time is over.” He turned back immediately and came back to the corridor. He sighed in relief on seeing the corridor empty. If someone saw him coming out of the fire exit, with Rupali following right behind him, it would have been awkward. Really awkward.

His cabin and the wards were in opposite direction. They went in their separate ways without saying another word.

—

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 43

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Ashni (KTLK), Fan Fiction, Hinglish

It was the last class for the first day of her PG programme. Nidhi was feeling tired. Settling in a new city hadn’t been easy for her. She had had no experience of running a household before. Although Kaka had shifted with them, but he also felt unsettled in the new city and didn’t know his way around.

Ashutosh had been there of course, but then it was just the two of them. Not Baba, Chhote Sarkar or Dadi Bua – who almost always seemed to know how to do things at home. God knows why the institute had decided to start the semester on a Friday. If they had started on the Monday, she could have relaxed over the weekend.

Anyway, right now she was just looking forward for the class to get over, so that she could go back home. She was yawning when the instructor walked in and she got the shock of her life. she rubbed her eyes to make sure she was right. Dr. Mallika?? How could it be? What was the name of the instructor for this course, she consulted her notebook. Dr. M. Shergil. Mallika Shergil? Oh God! Everyone always referred to her by her first name in KGH. Nidhi hadn’t thought of her surname till now. And even if she had, how on earth could she have expected her to be here? She was in Mumbai, wasn’t she?

Nidhi had entered the class a little late and thanks to the excitement of the first day amongst the students, she hadn’t gotten a seat in the first few rows. She was thankful for that now. Nidhi could hardly concentrate on the class. The only good thing was that Dr. Mallika didn’t seem to have noticed her.

Nidhi sighed in relief after the class was over and rushed home. True to his reputation, Ashutosh had started his work full-fledged from the very first day and he didn’t come back until 8 in the evening.

He found Nidhi pacing up and down in the hall.

“Nidhi. I thought ki tum aaraam karna chahti thi. Ye evening exercise kyon kar rahi ho?”

“Achchha hua aap aa gaye. Aaj…” she was about to tell him, when she realized that he must be tired. “Aap haat-munh dho lijiye, phir baat karte hain.”

“Koi problem hai kya?”

“Main Kaka se chai laane ko kahti hoon. Aap fresh ho jaiye,” she ignored his question.

Ashutosh sensed her unease, but decided to do what she asked him to.

“Kaisa raha classes ka pahla din,” Ashutosh asked her as they sat down to have tea.

“Theek tha.”

“Kuchh hua hai kya?”

“Dr. Mallika yahan hain.”

“Tumne dekha?”

Nidhi nodded, “You don’t look surprised.”

Ashutosh also nodded in reply, “Maine aaj kissi ko dekha tha hospital mein jo door se Mallika jaisi lag rahi thi. Lekin tab maine socha ki mera waham tha. Lekin ab tumne bhi confirm kar diya. Lekin woh yahan kaise?”

“Hamari Neonatology ki class le rahi hain.”

“You… you mean she is posted here,” Ashutosh was surprised.

“I guess so. Tabhi to class le rahi hain.”

“Usne tumse kuchh kaha?”

“Unhone shayad mujhe notice nahin kiya class mein. Thankfully main thoda peechhe baithi thi.”

Ashutosh looked thoughtful and also a little disturbed. That unsettled Nidhi.

“Ab kya hoga?” she asked fearfully.

“Kuchh nahin hoga Nidhi. Hona kya hai? She must be all right. Tabhi usne yahan join kiya hai. This is all just a coincidence.”

Nidhi nodded. But she still looked unsure and scared.

“Hey. Nidhi,” Ashutosh pressed her hand, “Don’t worry. Agar koi problem hui bhi to, main hoon na? Bharosa hai na mujh par?”

“Of course,” Nidhi smiled and looked visibly relaxed.

—

“May I come in Dr. Mallika?” Ashutosh said warmly standing at Mallika’s office’s open door.

“Ashutosh? Dr. Nidhi?” Mallika looked genuinely surprised, “Aap log yahan?”

“Precisely yahi sawaal to main tumse poochhne aaya tha Mallika. Mujhe to pata chala tha ki tum Mumbai mein ho.”

Mallika smiled sadly, “Yeah. I took a break. Aditya and his family were supportive for a change. Phir zindagi to aage badhani hi thi. Aur ye offer aaya to I thought – why not?”

“Of course, Mallika.”

“Khair. Congratulations to you two. I am guessing that you are married.”

“Yes Mallika,” Ashutosh smiled somberly, “Thanks.”

“And… I know ki main maafi ke layak nahin hoon. Lekin shayad hamari itne saalon ki dosti ki khatir tum mujhe maaf kar doge Ashutosh, jo maine kiya uske liye. Lekin Dr. Nidhi…”

“Mere man mein gile shikve nahin hain Dr. Mallika. Trust me.”

“Thank you Dr. Nidhi. Waise aap log yahan kaise?”

“Nidhi ne PG mein admission liya hai. Aur mujhe bhi yahan offer mil gaya to…”

“PG mein. Is saal? You mean…”

“… main aapki class mein hoon. Aapne shayad notice nahin kiya kal.”

“Oh! I am so sorry. I guess itne saare naye chehre aur maine aapko expect nahin kiya tha…”

“Ismein sorry kahne ki kya baat hai,” Nidhi smiled, “Aap log baatein kijiye. Meri classes ka time ho raha hai. Bye.” Nidhi left them alone.

“Bye Dr. Nidhi. And all the best.”

“Thanks.”

Mallika turned to Ashutosh after Nidhi left, “Baitho na Ashutosh.”

“Yep.”

“Aur batao Ashutosh. Kaise ho tum? Khush lag rahe ho?”

“Haan Mallika. Khush hoon. Aur meri khushi aur bhi badh gayi tumhein yahan dekh kar. Safe and healthy.”

“I am also so happy Ashutosh. Lekin ek dar hai. Kahin mere yahan hone se Nidhi ko to problem nahin hogi. Kahin tumhare rishte par…”

“No. No Mallika. Nidhi bahut mature ladki hai. Uski umra par mat jao. Don’t worry about that.”

Mallika smiled.

“And Mallika…”

“Yes Ashutosh?”

“I really am very happy to see you. Sirf tumhare liye nahin. Khud apne liye bhi. Main aaj bhi tumhari dosti ko bahut importance deta hoon aur aage bhi deta rahoonga.”

“Thank you Ashutosh. You know that it means a lot to me.”

“Chalo phir. Baad mein milte hain. Abhi ward mein jaane ka time ho gaya hai.”

“Yeah.”

—

“Ashutosh. Aapse ek baat poochhon? Dr. Mallika ke baare mein,” Nidhi asked Ashutosh that night when they went to the bed.

“Poochho.”

“Aap mujhe galat mat samajhiyega. Bas curiosity ke liye poochh rahi hoon.”

“Spill it out Nidhi. Tumhein mujhe itne explanations dene ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Yeah. Aap aur Dr. Mallika itne purane friends hain. Aur obviously aap unki dosti ki kadra bhi karte hain. To kabhi aapne unhein apne life partner ki tarah kyon nahin dekha? Kya aapko nahin lagta ki achchhe dost achchhe life partners bhi ban sakte hain?”

“Hmmm,” Ashutosh sighed, “Tumne to kaha tha ki sawaal Mallika ke baare mein hai. Tumne to mere baare mein poochh diya Nidhi.” He laughed slightly.

“Maine aise hi poochha. Agar aap nahin batana chahte hain to koi zabardasti nahin hai,” she smiled not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.

“Nahin Nidhi. Aisa kuchh nahin hai. Baat to ye hai ki maine kabhi is baare mein socha hi nahin. But ab tumne poochha hai to let me think… Mallika meri dost thi kyonki hum log ek doosre ka dard samajhte the. Lekin meri aur Mallika ki dosti do registanon ki dosti thi. Ek registan doosre se paani to nahin maang sakta. Hum ek doosre ki tanhaiyan share karte the, lekin un tanhaiyan door nahin kar paye kabhi. Kabhi ek doosre ko andheron se roshni ki taraf nahin le ja paye. Life partners ki dosti registaan aur badal ki dosti honi chahiye. Sookhe registan ko badal paani de sakta hai. Aur jab badal ke liye paani ka bojh zyada ho jaye to registan use apne mein sokh sakta hai. Life partners ke beech dosti to zaroori hai Nidhi, lekin ye bhi zaroori hai ki woh ek doosre ko complement karein, ek doosre ki strength banein. Mere liye to ye tumhi kar payi Nidhi. Tumhare liye main kar paya ya nahin, ye to…”

“Of course. Kar paye aap. Meri zindagi kitni aimless thi. Abhi to hanste, khelte, shaitaaniyan karte beet jaati. Lekin kuchh saalon baad to mahsoos hota na ki kuchh useful nahin kiya life mein. Aapne mujhe is profession ke liye serious bana kar, sirf mera career hi nahin bachaya. Balki meri life ko meaningful bhi banaya. Now I am sure ki life mein kabhi peechhe mud kar dekhne par mujhe koi afsos nahin hoga. Mujhe bharosa hoga ki maine apni life ka sahi istemaal kiya hai.”

Ashutosh smiled, “Ek baat aur bhi hai Nidhi.”

“Kya?”

“I think life-partners mein ek doosre ke liye respect hona bahut zaroori hai. I mean, aisa nahin hai ki main Mallika ki disrespect karta tha. I mean I always thought she was a very good doctor. But as a person, I never really looked up to her.”

Nidhi sat up on hearing that, “Aapka matlab hai ki you…” Nidhi stopped. Ashutosh knew what had surprised her.

“Yes. Dr. Nidhi. I look up to you,” Ashutosh had also sat up, “Jaanna chati ho kyon?”

Nidhi nodded.

“Kyonki you are a good person Nidhi. Tumhein shayad idea bhi nahin hai ki how rare that is.”

“Aur aapko andaazaa nahin hai ki aapne kitni badi baat kah di hai. Mujhe nahin pata whether or not I am a good person. Lekin agar aapko lagta hai to I will definitely try to be.”

“Just be yourself. Tumhein phir try karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”

Nidhi felt overwhelmed. She leaned towards him for a hug and he happily obliged.

“Aur mujhe aapko ye batane ki zaroorat to nahin hai ki how much I look up to you? I always have.”

Ashutosh patted her back in the hug to convey his assurance that he knew!

—

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 42

Posted MishLeave a commentPosted in Ashni (KTLK), Fan Fiction, Hinglish

“Ab aap to wapas hospital jayenge aur main ghar par bore ho jaungi. Internship khatam hone ke baad hospital mein kaam nahin kar sakte kya?”

“Well… Kar to sakte hain Nidhi. Lekin mera suggestion ye hai ki tum abhi kuchh din aaraam kar lo. Phir PG ki padhai aur ward-duties shuru ho jayengi. Bahut hectic hota hai. Uske baad tumhein koi aaraam nahin milne waala.”

“Ye bhi theek hai. Waise aapne AIIMS mein director se baat kar li hai?”

“Haan Nidhi. Maine baat kar li hai. Main tumhare year ki koi class nahin loonga. No conflict of interest, okay?”

“Thank you,” Nidhi smiled. They had discussed this earlier. Nidhi had been worried about the possibility that Ashutosh may be assigned on of her classes there and that might be awkward. Especially if her class-mates got to know about their relationship.

“Achcha ye batao ki honeymoon par kahan jaana hai?” Ashutsoh’ sabbatical was starting one month before Nidhi’s classes began at AIIMS. They had decided to use first half of that month for the honeymoon and the second half for settling down in Delhi. And they still had two months in hand before their honeymoon began. So, they were planning for it only now.

“Umm… Mussourie.”

“Mussourie?” Ashutosh laughed slightly, “Woh to bagal mein hai Nidhi. Kabhi bhi ja sakte hain. I was thinking ki kahin India ke bahar jaate hain. Europe ya at least Mauritius.”

“Okay. Aap travel agent se baat kar lijiye.” Nidhi said, but Ashutosh sensed that she was not really happy.

“Kya hua? Koi problem hai?”

“Nahin to.”

“Lekin tumhein ye idea pasand nahin hai. Mussourie kyon jaana hai, batao mujhe?”

“Aap hasenge to nahin?”

“Hansne waali baat hogi to hansoonga hi.”

“Phir main nahin bataungi.”

“Are. To hansne mein kya burai hai? Nidhi. Isiliye to tum mujhe itni achchhi lagti ho. Kyonki tumhare saath main hansta hoon. Khush rahta hoon. Ab batao mujhe.”

“Theek hai. Main batati hoon. Lekin main apni aankhein band kar rahi hoon. Agar aapko hansna hoga to yahan se chale jaiyega.”

“Nidhi,” Ashutosh laughed out loud, “Okay. Okay. Aankhein band kar ke batao. Lekin ab jaldi batao. Main sach mein bahut curious ho gaya hoon.”

Nidhi actually closed her eyes before speaking, “Pahla reason to ye hai ki Mummy aur Baba bhi apne honeymoon par wahin gaye the. To uska mujhe fascination hai. Aur doosra…”

“Doosra?”

“Doosra ye ki agar kahin bahar jayenge to ghoomne phirne ki bahut zyada jagahein hongi. To poora time ghoomne mein hi nikla jayenge.”

“To?”

“Main… main thoda samay shanti se… aapke saath bitana chahti hoon,” Nidhi blushed hard.

Ashutosh smiled lovingly. He bent forward and planted kissed on her closed eyes. She opened them, looking anxious. But his smile drove her anxiety away.

“Mussourie it is then. Main travel agent se baat kar leta haoon.”

“Nahin,” she said hastily.

“Kyon?”

“Maine sab… pata kar rakha hai… Main bookings karwa loon?”

Ashutosh was floored. It took him a few moments to reply, “Of course. To tum mujhe kuchh bataogi ya sab surprise hone waala hai?”

“Surprise, of course,” Nidhi’s happiness was oozing out.

—

Ashutosh smiled appreciatively when they got down at the luxurious, secluded holiday cottage.

“It’s beautiful Nidhi,” he complemeted.

“Thank you. Lekin andar to chaliye.”

“Yeah. Chalo.”

The place was spacious with a huge garden, a private swimming pool and lots of greenery apart from the spacious rooms. The staff offered them the welcome drinks and carried their luggage inside. Then they were left alone.

“Nidhi. Taiyaar ho jao. Hamein dinner ke liye jaana hai.”

“Kahan?”

“Jab tak hum yahan hain, dinner mera surprise hai.”

“Wow!” Nidhi was excited.

Ashutosh had planned dinner at different places in the city, offering different cuisines and their own unique experiences. The only common thing was that it was always private, the two love birds left to themselves.

“Aapne itni saari jagahon ke baare mein pata kaise lagaya?” Nidhi asked feeling surprised after coming back from an exquisite Chinese dinner.

“Well. I have to keep up with you. Thodi bahut Internet search mujhe bhi aa gayi hai Nidhi,” he laughed at his joke and Nidhi joined him.

“Lekin ye saari jagahein restaurant nahin thi,” Nidhi’s curiosity was not satiated.

Ashutosh sighed, “Apna trade secret batana padega?”

“Of course.”

“Maine kuchh chefs se baat ki, hired them for an evening and rented a suitable place.”

“And staff to serve?”

“Yes!”

“Aapne ye sab kab kar liya? Aap to poore time hospital bhi ja rahe the.”

“Nidhi,” Ashutosh tunred to face her and held her hands, “Ye jo experience hai na. Hum-tum, ek saath, without a care in the world, without any interruptions, ye ek timeless experience hai. Jab tumne kaha tha ki honeymoon par tum mere saath waqt bitana chahti ho, zyada ghoomne phirne ki jagah, tab mujhe mahsoos hua ki hamare paas ye ek bahut achchha mauka hai. Mauka aise experiences banane ka ki aage zindagi mein agar hamare saamne koi bhi pareshaani aaye, kabhi hamara vishwaas tootne lage to we can look back at this time and know that things can be beautiful for us. We only have to work towards it. Tumne poori koshish ki is samay ko khoobsoorat banane ki. To maine bhi bas thodee si koshish apni taraf se kar li.”

“Wow! Maine to itna nahin socha tha,” Nidhi said innocently.

Ashutosh laughed again and hugged her affectionately.

—

On their first night of honeymoon, Nidhi finally wore the pink silk night dress Anji had gifted her. It was a three-piece night dress with a noodle-strap top, knee-length skirt and a full-length gown over it. Since she had not been able to wear it on their wedding night, she had decided to keep it for the honeymoon.

Ashutosh had gone to the reception to discuss some housekeeping issues. He was surprised to see Nidhi in the night dress when he came back, but he did not let it on. He did not say anything to her and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Nidhi was anxious for his reaction and felt disappointed when he didn’t say anything.

Ashutosh saw her standing near the window, looking outisde. Her disappointment was written all over her face. He could figure that out even from the profile view he had of her. He smirked. He always found her seduction attempts rather cute.

He walked up to her and surprised her by hugging her from behind. Before she knew it, he had pulled open the belt of her gown and slipped it off her shoulders. Nidhi trembled visibly.

“Ye gown, kamre ke ander pahanne ke liye nahin hai Nidhi,” he said in a way that made her gulp hard. He had very much noticed the dress. But he knew how to manipulate his reactions to catch her off guard.

He planted kisses on her exposed shoulder and neck before turning her around to face him and asking, “Kab khareedi ye dress?”

“Khareedi nahin thi… Anji ne gift ki thi… Shaadi mein…”

“To itne dinon se chhipa kar rakhi thi?”

“Nahin… Woh…” What was she going to explain?

“Aur aisi dresses khareedni padengi.”

“Kyon?” she asked without thinking.

Ashutosh smiled meaningfully and it told her the answer. She lowered her eyes as she felt too shy to meet his.

“Janna chahti ho?”

“Nahin,” she bit her lips.

“Lekin tumne poochha tha to batana to padega hi,” he bent and kissed her on her lips, “Bahut different lagti ho. Bahut zyada khoobsoorat. Very… womanly. And…” he paused for a while, kissed her all over her face before concluding, “very sexy!”

Nidhi hid her face in his chest, as he led her to the bed.

—

“Come on Nidhi. The swimming pool is nice and well maintained. Swimming karte hain,” Ashutosh told Nidhi.

“Aap kijiye. Mujhe swimming nahin aati hai.”

“To chalo. Main sikhata hoon. Swimming is a very good exercise. Aur bahut achchhi skill hai. Sabko aani chahiye.”

“Lekin mere paas costume bhi nahin hai.”

“Mere khayaal se there is a reason ki hamare paas ye private pool hai.”

“Ji?”

“Ji. Come on.” Ashutosh pulled Nidhi towards himself and started undressing her.

“Ye aap kya kar rahe hain? Koi aa jayega.” Nidhi was nervous.

“Tum bhi jaanti ho ki koi nahin aayega.”

“Lekin…”

“Shh… Nidhi. Main hoon na? Ghabrao mat.”

Ashutosh undressed himself too and led a very anxious Nidhi to the pool. She was scared initially as he made her stand at the edge of the pool. Then he started teaching her how to kick with her legs. Soon, she was completely enjoying her lesson, learning things rather quickly. She became so excited that after a while Ashutosh had to admonish her, “Bas Nidhi. Ek din ke liye kaafi hai. Thak jaogi.”

“Main nahin thaki abhi. Kitna mazaa aa raha hai,” she resisted.

“Abhi pata nahin chal raha hai tumhein. Baad mein poore shareer mein dard hoga. Swimming bahut tiring hoti hai.”

“Nahin hoga,” she was persistent.

—

Nidhi regretted later not listening to Ashutosh.

“Main yahan se hil bhi nahin sakti Ashutosh,” she cribbed lying on the bed.

“Baat to maanti nahin ho. Abh bhugto.”

“Mujhe swimming sikhane ka idea aapka tha.”

“Lekin pahle hi din professionals ki tarah ghanto swimming karne ka idea mera nahin tha.”

“Whatever!”

“Achchha. Suno.”

“Aur lecture nahin, please.”

“Lecture nahin de raha Nidhi. Tumne parson ke liye hamara massage book karwa rakha hai na?”

“Haan.”

“Main unse poochhta hoon, agar hum use aaj ke liye prepone kar sakte hain.”

“Thank you,” Nidhi said with a childish pout.

But Ashutosh came back after a few minutes and announced that their massage slots were all booked for the day, and there was no way they could accommodate her.

“So, Dr. Nidhi. You will have to do with an amateur’s massage today.”

“Matlab?”

“Matlab here is the magical oil these guys use in their spa for massage. And here,” he pointed towards himself, “is your pediatrician turned physiotherapist cum masseur.”

Nidhi was embarrassed, “Aap? Nahin, nahin. Iski zaroorat nahin hai. Main thodee der aaraam karoongi to theek ho jaungi.”

“Sorry Nidhi. But I can’t wait,” Ashutosh said meaningfully, “I need my wife to be up and about, healthy and ready for me.”

“Aap bahut shararati ho gaye hain.”

“Koi problem hai?” Ashutosh asked, as he undressed her for the massage.

“Nahin,” she said with a blushing smile.

Ashutosh massaged expertly and Nidhi drifted off to sleep under its effect. When she woke up late in the evening, she was feeling well enough to go for their daily surprise dinner ritual.

—

It was raining when they came back from their dinner on the last night of their honeymoon. Nidhi was wearing a white chiffon saree Ashutosh had bought for her when they had gone for shopping to buy gifts for everyone back home.

Nidhi was about to go to change, when she noticed Ashutosh looking out of the window.

“Kya dekh rahe hain?”

“Bas achaanak Baba ki yaad aa gayi. Bachpan mein mujhe baarish mein bheegne ka bahut shauk tha. Aur mujhe sardi bahut jaldi lag jaati thi. To Baba bahut gussa karte the. Lekin mujhe unhein chidhane mein bhi bada mazaa aata tha. In fact bade hone ke baad bhi, jab tak Baba the to main kai baar bas unhein chidhane ke liye barrish mein bheegne lagta tha. Badaa mazaa aata tha.”

“To chaliye abhi bheegte hain.”

“Abhi? Are nahin Nidhi.”

“Mazaa aayega. Chaliye na? Aur ab aapko sardi ki chinta karne ki bhi zaroorat nahin hai. You have a doctor for a wife!”

“Nidhi. Suno to…”

But she wasn’t to be stopped now that she had the idea planted in her mischievous head. She dragged him out on to the terrace. He saw her closing her eyes and extending her hands to play with the drops. He smiled and did the same himself. He enjoyed it, just like he used to, when Baba was alive. When he opened his eyes, he saw Nidhi looking at him with a loving smile. Both of them were drenched. Nidhi’s saree clung to her body revealing more than hiding. The wet hair on her foreheard seemed to scream out to Ashutosh to touch them and move them away from her lovely face. He moved towards her almost in a trance, slipped her hands around her waist and pulled her close for a kiss. The water, her lips, the night – everything was intoxicating. He didn’t care for her weak protest as she reminded him that they were out on the terrace.

The next day as they left Mussourie, both of them were sneezing continuously and they kept laughing recalling their last night’s adventure.

—

To be continued

Dhoop Kinare (Adaptation) – Part 41

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It was four in the morning, when Ashutosh and Nidhi were woken up by Ashutosh’ mobile ringing.

“Kaun hai is samay?” Nidhi was alarmed.

Ashutosh looked at the number, “Hospital se?”

“Hello… Yes… What happened… Oh… Dr. Sinha ne… Unreachable hain… Okay… Main abhi aata hoon… Tab tak agar pain zyada hai to injection de dijiye pain killer ka…”

“Kya hua?”

“Nidhi. Mujhe abhi hospital jaana padega. Ek patient ka case Dr. Sinha ko hand over kar ke aaya tha, lekin usmein kuchh complications ho gayi hain aur woh unreachable hain.”

“Main bhi chalti hoon aapke saath.”

“Tum? Theek hai. Chalo. Jaldi.”

—

Ashutosh was extremely anxious as he drove the car. Once they barely managed to avoid a minor accident.

“Car rokiya, main chalati hoon,” Nidhi offered. Ashutosh did not resist and gave her the driver’s seat.

They rushed to the ward on reaching the hospital and Ashutosh looked at the patient’s chart.

“Sister. Jin medicines par maine ise rakha tha woh band kyon kar di gayi?”

“Ji Dr. Sinha ne kaha tha ki uski zaroorat nahin hai.”

“Aisi misdiagnosis…” Ashutosh picked up an injection from the table to administer it to the patient. Nidhi hastily stopped him.

“Rukiye. Dr. Ashutosh.”

“Kya hai Nidhi?” he was irritated.

“Aap galat injection de rahe hain. Naam to dekhiye…”

Ashutosh was stunned and felt embarrassed. Nidhi scribbled the name of the correct injection on a paper and got Ashutosh to sign it.

“Sister. Aap please ye store se le kar aaiye,” she handed over the paper to the nurse. She turned to Ashutosh after the nurse had left, “Main injection de doongi. Aap apne office mein jaiye. Aur kuchh karna hai?”

“Haan… Woh.. half an hour mein…”

“BP normal nahin hua to ek aur injection dena hoga.”

“Yes,” Ashutosh said blankly. He was not at all like himself.

“Theek hai. Aap jaiye. Main half an hour mein aapko report karti hoon.”

Ashutosh did not say anything and walked to his office. Nidhi looked thoughtful behind him. Why was Ashutosh being so nervous and so unlike himself?

—

“Stable hai. Doosre injection ki zaroorat nahin padi,” Nidhi walked into his office and informed him.

“Good,” Ashutosh said, the usual punch in his voice still missing.

“Kya baat hai? Aap itne… itne…” Nidhi searched for the right word for a second, “anxious kyon hain? Aise nervous?”

“Bas… patient ki halat dekh kar ghabra gaya tha.”

“You want me to believe that?” Nidhi smiled, “Maine aapko itni badi badi crisis handle karte dekha hai without blinking an eye. Ye to… Ye to main bhi handle kar sakti thi.”

Ashutosh sighed.

“Kya baat hai?”

“Nidhi. Tum ghar jao. Sab log uth jayenge to ghabrayenge. Main ek-do ghante mein aata hoon patient ko observe karne ke baad.”

“Lekin…”

“I am fine Nidhi. Jao tum.”

Nidhi wasn’t sure about leaving him, but he was right about everyone at home getting worried.

“Theek hai. I’ll wait for you.”

Ashutosh smiled. But it was sad smile, Nidhi thought.

—

Baba had just gotten up when Nidhi reached home. He was surprised to see her coming from outside.

“Nidhi. Beta subah subah kahan gayi thi? Ashutosh kahan hai?”

“Baba. Hospital mein kuchh emergency ho gayi thi. Isliye hamein jaana pada. Dr. Ashutosh abhi wahin hain. Nashte ke time tak aa jayenge.”

“Ye kya baat hui?” Nidhi hadn’t noticed Dadi Bua hearing their conversation, “Shaadi ke time par bhi chain nahin de sakte ye aspataal waale? Aur doctors nahin hain kya? Rasmein tak poori nahin karne di aur murdaghar mein chale gaye? Shagun-apshagun ka koi khayaal hai ki nahin?”

“Dadi Bua,” Nidhi got irritated, “Hamari shaadi ke liye kissi ki jaan chali jati to ye bahut bada shagun hota kya? Thank God ki patient safe hai. Baba. Main thaki hui hoon. Thodee der aur aaraam karoongi.”

“Of course. Tum jao kamre mein,” Baba sent her off and braced himself for his Bua’s tantrums.

—

Ashutosh came back in time as he had promised. After that Dadi Bua had a slew of rituals lined up for them and they did not get any time to talk alone. Ashutosh was looking happy enough to everyone and no one doubted that something was disturbing him. But Nidhi noticed that he had to try hard to look that way. He was still bothered.

“Patient theek hai na?” Nidhi managed to ask him in the afternoon.

“Haan. Woh theek hai.” Ashutosh assured her. He felt her penetrating eyes on him, but ignored its questions.

—

Nidhi had to endure some teasing from Anji about the wedding night, before she could retire for the night. She came in and saw Ashutosh lying on the bed, his eyes were closed. She walked around without making any sound. After changing, she climbed on the bed beside him. She lightly caressed his forehead. Ashutosh opened his eyes. He wasn’t asleep.

“Thak gaye hain na aap?” she asked softly.

Ashutosh smiled and sat up, “Ab thakaan chali gayi.”

Nidhi smiled, “Romantic baatein bhi aap theek-thaak hi kar lete hain Dr. Ashutosh!”

Ashutosh raised his eyebrows and Nidhi realized her folly, “I mean… Ashutosh.” She blushed hard as she said that. Ashutosh put his arms around her as they sat on the bed with their back resting against the headboard.

“Nidhi. Is bhaag-daud mein tumhein batane ka mauka nahin mila. Maine shaadi se ek din pahle Mallika se baat karne ki koshish ki thi.”

“Kaisi hain woh?”

“Usse to baat nahin hui. Uske number nahin hai mere paas. Maine Sandeep ko phone kiya tha.”

“Kya kaha unhone?”

“Mallika stable thi, after few months of treatment. Lekin ab woh Delhi mein nahin hai. She and Sandeep have separated. Woh Mumbai chali gayi hai.”

“I am sorry to hear that. Lekin ye to hona hi tha. I guess Dr. Mallika ne us rishte ko kabhi apnaya hi nahin tha. So, it was not fair on Mr. Bagchi.”

“Yeah. You are right,” Ashutosh sighed.

“Maine bhi Rohan se baat ki thi.”

“Aur?”

“Baba ne use invite kiya tha to usne bola tha ki woh Lucknow mein nahin rahega shaadi ke samay. But I knew ki woh bahana bana raha tha. Maine phone kiya use. Usne aane se mana kar diya.”

“Aur kuchh kaha?”

“Kuchh naya nahin. Use ab bhi yakeen nahin hai ki maine sahi faisla liya hai. Usne kaha ki woh isi wajah se nahin aana chahta.”

Ashutosh gave half a smile.

“Kya baat hai?” Nidhi asked feeling concerned, “Aap phir se in baaton se…”

“Nahin Nidhi. Kissi aur ki baaton se nahin. Main… Main khud bahut dar gaya tha aaj.”

“Achchha hua apane khud hi baat shuru ki. Bataiye – kya hua tha subah? Itne pareshaan kyon the aap?”

“Nidhi. Shayad ye baat tumse karni nahin chahiye. Lekin tumhare alaawa kissi aur se main kar bhi nahin paunga.”

“Agar aap meri permission maang rahe hain to aap mujhse koi bhi baat kar sakte hain. Main aapki baaton ka kabhi bura nahin maanoongi. Zyada se zyada gussa ho sakti hoon thodi der ke liye. Lekin usmein to aap mujhe mana lenge.”

“Yeah. I know,” Ashutosh smiled.

“To bataiye.”

“Nidhi. Kitne saalon se maine apne aap ko apne kaam mein poori tarah duba liya tha. Meri koi personal life nahin thi, koi personal commitment nahin thi.”

Nidhi seemed to make out where this was going and she grew thoughtful. Ashutosh continued, “Hamari shaadi ke liye, itne saalon mein pahli baar main apne kaam se, personal cheezon ke liye, itne din door raha hoon. To jab subah mujhe pata chala ki meri absence mein ek patient critical ho gaya hai to main bahut dar gaya. Mujhe laga ki kahin ye kismat ka ishaara to nahin hai ki main dono cheezein sambhaal nahin paunga. Tumhare saath meri nayi zindagi aur apne kaam ke liye meri committment. Mujhe laga ki maine ek aisi zimmedaari utha li hai jise maine pahle kabhi jaana nahin, samjha nahin. Baba ne mujhe paala-posa, lekin unhone bhi to apne parivaar ki zimmedaariyon se munh mod liya tha. To kya main ye sab sahi kar paunga?”

Nidhi felt scared to the core. Her eyes moistened. He was scared of their day old marriage? She held his hands and said in a trembling voice, “Nahin. Aapko meri wajah se pareshaan hone ki zaroorat nahin hai. Main waada karti hoon ki aapke aur aapke kaam ke beech mein kabhi nahin aaungi.”

Ashutosh smiled fondly, “Mujhe pata hai Nidhi. Mujhe tumhari wajah se pareshaan hone ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Ye dar mujhe subah pareshaan kar raha tha. Kuchh had tak din mein bhi. Lekin abhi jab main thodi der is kamre mein akela baitha tha, aur tumhare na hote hue bhi tumhein apne chaaro or mahsoon kar raha tha, tab mujhe sab cheezein saaf saaf dikhayi dene lagi Nidhi. Jab subah-subah phone aaya to tumne mujhe roka nahin, balki mere saath chal padi. Jab mere haath kaampe, tab tumne mera haath thaam liya. Jab mera dimaag kaam nahin kar raha tha, tab tumne mujhe us patient ko galat injection dene se bacha liya. So, now I know Nidhi ki tumhare aane se meri life koi conflict nahin aayi hai. Balki ek bahut majboot sahara aaya hai.”

The tears that had moistened her eyes in fear, now started running out of them because she was overwhelmed. She leaned on him and soaked his t-shirt in her tears.

“Bas… Bas Nidhi. Ro kyon rahi ho? Bura lag gaya meri baat ka?” he caressed her hair.

“Nahin. Lekin aap pagal hain Dr. Ashutosh… I mean Ashutosh” she said through her tears without breaking her half hug.

Ashutosh laughed slightly, “Haan. Tumhare saath rah kar ho gaya hoon. Waise maine tumhein apna naam Dr. Ashutosh se chhota kar ke Ashutosh karne ko kaha tha. Tumne use aur bhi bada kar diya hai – Dr. Ashutosh. I mean Ashutosh.”

They laughed slightly. He shifted on the bed to lie down, still keeping his arms around her and pulled up the bed-cover over them. Exhausted, emotionally and physically, they drifted off to sleep in the same position. If the last night was about passion and desire, this was a night of comfort, love and companionship. It completed their relationship.

—

To be continued