Hey guys, I don't know what I wrote this time, but do give a read... And thank you everyone for liking the previous two OSs. This one is the scene of Pooja and further is my imagination.
"I need a favor from you, Mr.Shergil" I requested him.
After a while, we were having Lord Shiva pooja at our place. "I want to thank you, everyone, for participating for this pooja,
as you all know I was saved today from a deadly incident."
My reason for this pooja was unknown to everyone, I was sure, there was someone from family only who had put this trap to kill me, but if Pisachini was dead, then who else was doing all this.
I could know by reading their minds once I touch them. Once the Pooja got over and I started putting tikka on their foreheads, I couldn't find anyone but Shikhar to know something about Divya. I moved to Divya for tikka, I applied and I was shocked.
I controlled my thoughts, I wouldn't let Pishachini know that I know about her.
Keeping my mind in control, which was very hard, my heart started crying for my sister...I had to escape my tears from all but I couldn't, a tear drop rolled out and my hands started shaking of their own, Rakshit held my hand with plate and asked " What happened?"
I gulped hard to speak "it's hurting",he thought I was talking about my arm. He held me close and took our exit from there. Shikhar and Divya saw me becoming weak and smirked, evil.
We entered in our room, he made me sit on the bed.
"Relax Mrs.Shergil, I am calling doctor, is it hurting too much?" he sounded too concerned.
"No...no need" I could barely speak out, then.
He knelt in front of me, he held my hand in his, worried "batao mujhe, is it hurting too much..?"
"Nahi....bas thoda dard uth raha tha" I replied to his worry.
"Kya karu main, mujhe batao" he questioned his frustrated worry to me.
"har bar tumse alag hota hun aur kuch na kuch ho jata hai tumhe" he looked at me with disturbed eyes.
I didn't speak to answer him, what do I tell him. He rose up and sat next to me.
We both sat next to each other with our troubles. It was after a while, he spoke
"Drishti..." and I leaned on his shoulder...
"I know, aap pareshan ho rahe hai.."
"Toh fir batao mujhe.."
"I will tell you but abhi nahi.." he sighs hearing this.
"Kuch der aise hi rehte hai...please" he let me keep my head on him.
We stayed like that for a little long but much of my surprise,
"I can't loose you Drishti.." he cried, his eyes filled. " I kept my chin on his shoulder and looked at him, tender.
"Kyun...", he didn't answer and got up.
He reached to his closet and turned back, his lips trembled, he looked up to me. He waited and turned around to my closet. He took out my night wear and came to me "utho, change karo".
"I won't be able to.." I eyed my arms. He got irritated and turned his back to me.
And he turned back to again to pick me up.
"Kya kar rahe hai aap" but there was a sudden realization, a sudden flashback an immediate one, I felt the same arms inside the haveli, who saved me.
"Aap.." he cut me off with his agitated "chup" he brought me inside the washroom, placed me on the ledge.
"Pehle kaise change Kiya tha..?" he was asking with his all ongoing work.
"Pehle kiya, shayad isiliye, kafi dard hua..isiliye ab nahi karna chahti.." I told him, finding his eyes to look at me once.
He brought my clothes in...and kept them near me.
"Let me help you, Chalo.." he gestured me to raise my arms. I held his arms and had a very gentle pull to bring him in me.
"You have been worrying alot.." his face came close to mine, he looked at me softly.
"I can't change, let me be Rakshit ." his name, calms him down.
He placed both his hand on either side of me, he leaned in.
"Kab tak tum bhagti rahogi, thakti nahi ho bhag bhag kar.." I lowered my eyes, I knew where he wanted to take this conversation.
"Bolo..?" tired of his catch all the time, I replied "Kya aap..?" I stopped myself.
My mind changed the direction of an on going thought a while back from Divya to him, being Anjaan.
He affects me alot.
"Main..?" he asked, bringing himself a little more in, making me heave.
"Kuch nahi.." I turned my face sideways.
He was breathing on my skin. I couldn't control it, my eyes got shut off their own.
"Fir se kuch nahi.." he said it on my face.
I turned my face in bit of anger and touched my nose to his, we were very close.."aap baar baar it kareeb kyun aajate hai".
"Kyun, jab tum kuch feel nahi karti mere liye to problem Kya hai?" While taunting me, he spoke.
"Aapko bhi pata hai farak padta hai, aapko bhi padta hai aur mujhe bhi." I replied straight on his face.
He kept his silence but he didn't move.
"Please, hatiye" removing his one arm but to my hard luck, I had no energy to slide away his arm.
We got surrounded by our awkward silence....a little long.
"Kya karna chahti ho..?"
"Filhal to yahan se jana chahti hun and I want to sleep.."
"Theek hai, par baat abhi khatam nahi hui hai..." he words got sliced by mine. "Aapki baat khatam kab hoti hai.."
He stepped back, he put me down "jao"..
Sometimes his anger is hard to digest, here I was suppose to get angry but he was and I couldn't handle it. I looked back to the room and left the washroom. I saw the pooja thali, I remember what I had to figure out a out him, till the moment I reached to grab it, there was only thought that was running in my head, is he really the one? I grabbed it up, took the tikka on my finger and waited for him to be out.
And he was out in his white t-shirt and pyjamas.
He saw me waiting for him, he came to me "tumne bhi nahi lagwaya, toh mein kaise lagaunga?" And while speaking this out, he put his finger on my forehead applying the tikka, I closed my eyes in continuous motion.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, gently "ab aap.."
I kept the thal aside, pushed his shoulder a little to sit on the bed and brought my face close to his, slide my nose to his and locked it to the side of his nose, he closed his eyes and I applied the tikka from my forehead to his. I came to know it was him.
He pulled my body into his and placed my body on his lap. I sat on him.
A tear roll out of its own from my eyes. He was my savior, he is the one and he will be all my life...he caressed my face and kissed me.
We kissed each other. I didn't know if he knew about me but now I know about him. He placed me on the bed and without putting his weight on me, he slide over my neck to my face and started showering kisses from my neck to my face, hearing my moan over his kisses. He started pressing it a little harder but my moan turned into my pain and he pushed himself back.
"I know it was you..."
He kept his finger on my lips to stop me saying.."chup" and we smiled and slept on our sides.
Keeping my thoughts intact, did he know about me, about us?
