Chalia, I know ke all that I do will be nakhamiyab. But what to do.
Anyways here's a little SanRaj moment after a long time. And forgive me if it is not upto scratch.
6th December - Sweet as Honey
DM paced the room in agitation. What was he to do? He knew very well that Santu had opened her fast earlier on, but it seems that she had not yet broken her vow of silence.
How long would be sufficient he wondered? He hmphed to himself. Knowing his wife, it would be a few days if not a week before she felt that she had atoned enough. He hit his forhead lightly. He had never imagined that his words would be taken so literally by her. He wished he hadn't told her that it was better she didn't say anything sometimes. It seemed that not only was Santu atoning for her so called sins, but he was also having to pay penance because of it.
He tried to cajole her into talking. He had tried to order her into talking. He had even tried shouting at her in front of the family over some faltu reason expecting her to try and defend herself. Instead she had merely smiled and raised her eyebrows at him in a knowing manner!
Santu. His chokri. The girl who used to be afraid of his shadow was teasing him?? Was playing games with him?? Him! Dharampur ki Malik!!? How far he had fallen for this Santudi, he smiled faintly.
Well, none of it had worked. He pondered for a moment. Hmmm. Drastic situations called for drastic measures. He waited patiently in his room, sitting in his chair. Presently, he heard the chan chan of payals and leaping to his feet he jumped onto the bed and lay absolutely still.
Santu entered the room and was surprised to see DM laying on the bed. Why was Malik sleeping at this time? It was only 5.O.clock and he usually had tea around this hour. Santu went to the table and placed the tray on it. She turned and going closer to the bed she gently moved her feet. But the chan chan of her payals didn't rouse him.
She screwed her face wondering what to do. She jiggled her arms. But the kan kan of her chudiyan didn't wake him either. Now Santu was becoming more concerned. She gently nudged him in the arms. But still DM didn't move. Santu nudged him several more times, her panic rising with every minute. What was wrong with malik? Why wasn't he waking up.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of fear overtook Santu. She leaned in closer and called him.
"Malik"? But he didn't move. She called again. Still no response. Santu then yelled repeatedly calling him.
"Malik? Malik utiye? Malik aap ko kya hua? Aap jawab kyun nahi dethe? Malik?"
Santu was now in a state of complete fear. She called him one last time and then was about to call out to someone, when she felt herself being pulled back onto the bed.
She closed her eyes, scared out of her wits. When she opened them it was to see the face of her husband staring back at her.
"Malik, aap aap...." but she couldn't finish her sentence. She flung her arms around his neck as he hovered above her and sobbed into his chest.
'Ay Santudi. Shant ho ja. It's OK. I'm OK. Stop crying now and look at me".
Santu did as he asked. DM held her in one arm around her back, and with the other he tenderly wiped her tears and smoothed her hair away from her face.
"Did I scare you?" Santu nodded. "A lot?" Santu nodded again. DM smiled and sheepishly pinched his ears. "Sorry haan. I didn't mean to scare you so much".
Finally finding her voice, Santu asked timidly. "Toh phir why did you?"
"I wanted to hear your voice". Santu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She looked at her husbands forlorn face and felt very sorry for him indeed. "You've taken this vow of silence because of what I said na? Well, you gave me a big enough punishment for having said what I did"
"Malik I didn't do it to punish you" She tried to explain. DM nodded
"Mujhe kabar che tu ne aisa kyun kya. But it was a punishment for me all the same. I missed hearing your voice" He sighed in frustration at his own emotions. " The long and short of it is duffor, that you make me feel things that I thought I was done feeling"
DM looked at her. Santu placed a palm against his cheeks and stroked it. "Then I guess I should say sorry to you too. I didn't mean to punish you"
DM pouted "such a big punishment too". Santu smiled, leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his forehead. DM shook his head. "No, not feeling better". She placed another on his cheek. DM shook his head again "still not feeling better". She placed another on his other cheek. DM shook his head again. Santu looked into his eyes and DM returned the look with more intensity than either could handle. Santu shyly leaned in, all the while looking into those big, warm brown eyes. Her lips grazed DM's bottom lip and she thought she felt him quiver. She saw him close his eyes and a part of her told her that she herself couldn't do this with her eyes open. And yet there was a part of her that was curious to see what effect this had on her husband. Santu's lips moved a little closer to his and they found the full, fleshy centre of DM's lips. She only saw the softness that diffused over her husbands face, before her eyes shied away and closed themselves.
Edited by Rakhie_08 - 15 years ago
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