"Trouble in paridise I see, teek hai tum yahan par ek holiday ke liya aaja lekin kisi aur jage kyun tum meri ghar par teher sakti ho." he replied, "Aur Padma ko bhi acha lagega agar uski bachpan ki saheli uske saath teherthi hai."
"If you insisit." she sighed, "Lekin saach main I need a brake, ji aayi, got to go main tume baad main phone karthi hoon teek hai?"
"Sure by, have a nice day." he cut thel ine nad turned back to Mukti, "Sorry about that, your free to go now."
"Thanks again, by sir." she replied practically running away from that place, calling up Aarman she, "Hello biya main apni kaam katham kar diya, aur thiyar hoon ghaar aane ke liya."
"That sounds wonderful babes ek coffee hojaye uske baad?" he asked, "More than one is what I need right now."
"Ofcouse love come to the door way, I'm comming to pick you up." he replied, "I'm near there..."
"Hay love!" she kissed Aarman on the cheek, "Hay sweets chale, ghar?"
"Yes I'm sick of that farm house all ready, I don't care what Angad but there is something else I really want..." he looked at her, "Just some time by my self and a nice hot coffee."
"Coffee? You all right sis?" he aksed, "Not so bro just want to go away..."
"Know the perfect place, I'll make sure your there tommorow morning." Aarman replied, "You can relax compleatly."
"Great, home now?" Mukti stretched out a bit before swithching on the music, "Nice album..."
"Sleep you need it." he replied, she only continued to watch outside the window thinking about something. He did not ask her what she was thinking about. He knew was was eating her from within, the songs were nice though he had to agree, what scared him was that Mukti was never this silent... never with him. She always told him what ever was on her mind, at least she did till before... He missed the girl greatly...
Khanna's Farm House
Angad was packing away Mukti's things so that she could leave the minute she came. In the process he came across something strange, a brown package with Mukti's name unopened, "Lagtha hai Mukti ne ise deka nahi. Jaise aati hai dedunga." He thought and finnished packing, considering there was not much there. Going to the kitchen he considered about making coffee in the coffee maker or instant when his phone rang, "Haan Aarman bolo."
"We're on the way..." he inturupted him, "How does she like her coffee?"
"Coffee maker strong aur haan one cube shugar aur haan skimmed milk maath dalna." Angad began filling the large coffee maker, "Teek hai, tho bolo..."
"Yeah we are on the way, coffee ke liye rook sakthe hai lekin jaldi jaana paega." Aarman warned him, "Not a problem, hi Pritvhi."
"Hi Angad." Prithvi called back opening the fridge and grabed some watter, "Aarman I'll talk to you latter, Mukti is on the way but they are not stopping."
"She needs rest and that's the last thing she'll get in this place." Prithvi added rolling his eyes as another scream came from outside, "By the way the inspector called."
"What did he say?" Angad looked up, "It was some kind of a stray bullet of a hunter in that place."
"Thank god muje tho laga koi Mukti ke jaan ke peeche padgaye hai." he replied, "Any ways latter dude muje kaam hai, I came only for Mukti."
"All right take care." Angad waved feeling very odd at the moment but simply pushed the feelings away and got back to making some eatables. He wanted to impress her for some reason, like she was one of those girls who mattered in his life. One of the girls who's company woud mean status in his life... yet she was none of it he knew that it too. The car pulled up, he heard it Aarman's car being pulled up. He looked up as Mukti and Aarman walked it, "Hi coffee banadiya maine hamare liya. Enjoy a cup before you start."
"Sure waise muje tho coffe tho muje bahoth pasand hai." she smiled sitting down as Angad poured a cup for each of them, taking a sip she smiled, "Great coffee, kaafi achi hai yeah."
"I'm glad you like it, tume aur kuch doon?" he asked offering her some eatables, "Kya loge tum inmain?"
"Hmm... yeah kaafi hai. Waise muje zyada bhook nahi lagi." she replied, "So Angad kya maain aap se much puch sakthi hoon?"
"Ofcourse main tho tumhara dosth hona chahatha hoon." he replied, "Aap ne ithna acha coffee banana seeka kaise?"
"Mum she is a very good cook. Not manny people know so but she is." she added, "Realy? Maine tho unke haath se bana hua khaana kabhi nahi kaaya, lekin haaan meri mama ne tho bahoth achi kaana banathi thi. I miss her."
"Really... or just her cooking?" he teased, Mukti's eyes wattered a bit, "Everything about her, her smell, her perfume, her voice, her hair... the way she used to hugg me, every time she would kiss me. Everything!"
"Mukti?" he replied shocked, "You don't know how it is like, you can never see htem again, never feel their heart beet agaisnt you ever, never feel the warmth of their love again. Tume patha hai jab main choti thi vo hamesha kehethe the, we are there for you."
"No one like that now he?" he asked, "Yeah no one like that for me at all."
"Sorry Mukti." he replied reaching out and touching her hand slowly gripping her hand in hers. She simply nodded but did not take her hand off. Aarman wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the head. The most complicated relationships start at the worst times.
Krishi