PART - 5
They reached the theatre. It was unusually crowded. There were several groups of people scattered all over. There were couples..college gangs..familes..all over the place. It was even difficult to walk around.
Rahul and Muskaan tried to walk inside which was really difficult. Muskaan kept on complaining while Rahul sighed. Then while walking..a guy pushed Muskaan. She lost her balance and immediatley caught
Rahul's arm. She recalled the morning scene again..where she felt his muscles..blind-folded and now..she was a bit embarassed when Rahul saw her. She got out of the trance and went to slap the person who pushed her..Rahul caught her wrist.
"Muskaan..no..please.." Rahul begged. It took a while for her to control her anger.
"Rahul tu mujhe chod..main abhi usse theek karke aati hun."
"Muskaan uski koi zaroorat nahin hai. Tum chalo mere saath..gum ho gaye to phir idhar udhar dhunda padega." He entwined his fingers with hers and pulled her towards the ticket counter. Muskaan as if went to wonderland..All seemed magical. She kept looking at their hands together while she moved. Again somebody pushed her (for good she supposed) and it sent her even more closer to Rahul. They were just standing inches apart..her lips were close to his ears..she closed her eyes..and just tried to the smell his cologne...she opened her eyes..and kept staring at him..she put her free hand on his arm. He didn't react.
Then her dream ended. She felt very vulnerble being close to him. She quickly moved out her fingers from his and adjusted herself. They reached the ticket counter and after a couple of minutes..it was their turn.
She realised that Rahul was getting the tickets , and he dint even ask her what movie did she want to see. She slapped him on the back.
"Oyye Rahul..ye kaunsi picture ki tickets le raha hai."
"Fast and furious..I heard its very good."
"English movie..Rahul..mujhe english movies nahin achi lagti."
"Kyun tujhe english nahin aati kya?" he smirked.
She absolutely hated his smarty comments. "Rahul..tu dekh" She pointed a finger to him.
He put her finger down and again caught her hand. "Main tujhe baad main dekhlunga..ab chal.."
"Rahul..chod mujhe.." He ignored her..and she couldnt do anything to get away from his tight grip. And now they were seated on a dual couch. The ones that were the costliest and also was the most empty ones. There were only some 10 people there.
"Rahul..tune ye waali tickets kyun le..buddhu!"
"Tujhe kya karna hai..mere paise main jo bhi karun..tu hamesha mujhe kanjus bulati hai na..ab to nahin bulayegi na?" He said with gleaming eyes.
"Koi paise waste karna tujhse seekhe." She said grumpily and sat with her hands folded across her chest.
"Mujhe lagta hai tu behri hai..ticket counter waale ne shayad kaha tha..ke niche waale rows full hai..yehi bacha to..to yehi sahi.."
"Oyye..phir hum koi aur picture ke liye chalte na."
He tried to distract her. "Dekh Muskaan film chalu ho gaye." He pointed towards the screen. As the movie started..the room went dark. Seeing the first five minutes made Muskaan even more grumpy. It was a full
action film with fights..and screeching sounds and she hated it. She kept smashing her popcorn in anger.
And then it was the entry of the heroine. The scene was based on a beach..and the heroine wore a sexy sundress which showed of her curves. Rahul was almost engrossed and drooling over her. She had never seen him so engrossed in anything else. The popcorn was stuck to his finger since 5 mins and his eyes to the screen.
She slapped his hand , and the popcorn fell.
"Kya kar rahi hai?"
"Tujhme na bilkul bhi sharam nahin hai..besharam kahin ka."
"Abey tujhe kya hua?"
"Mujhe kya hua? Mere saamne tu aise uss ladki ko kyun dekh raha hai?" she replied angrily.
"To kya hua Muskaan..tu hi to hai..dekh main aur ladkon ki tarah thodi jo hun..jo peet - peeche ladkiyon ko dekhte hai..main to tere saamne hi dekh raha hun. I know ke tujhe koi problem nahin hai. Right."
"Wrong..mujhe bahut problem hai...shayad hamare engagement ho chuki ho..bhale hi jhuti hi sahi..par phir bhi huye to hai na..? Sab ladke ek jaise hi hoten hai..mujhe tujhse koi baat nahin karni..main jaa rahi hun! bye! enjoy the film." and she walked away.
Rahul was shocked. Why was she behaving like that. Maybe she was jealous? But he wasnt sure. He sighed and went out to catch up with her.
"Muskaan tu aise kyun behave kar rahi hai?"
"Rahul..tu bhul gaya hai..par hamare parents se humne ek promise kiya hai..ke hum hamesha ek saath rahenge..jab tu mere saamne hi kisi aur ko dekhega..to hum kaise ek saath rahenge?"
"Muskaan..tu itna serious kyun ho rahi hai? Relax."
"Relax. Please. Main jaa rahi hun yahan se."
"Muskaan..itni choti si baat ko tu itna bada kyun kar rahi hai? Hum yahan jhagda karne nahin aaye hain." he said not letting her go..
"Rahul main tujhse ek hi shart pe baat karungi."
"Shart? Kaunsi shart?"
"Tu mujhe abhi promise karega..ke tu mere seva aaj ke baad kisi bhi ladki ko nahin dekhega."
"What? Muskaan you are over-reacting."
"Rahul..."
"Muskaan..dont tell me you are jealous!"
"i dont care ke ye jealousy hai ya gussa..vaada karna hai to bol..varna main.." she started to walk.
"Tu mujhe black-mail kar rahi hai?"
"Jo samajhna hai ..samajhle..waise main wait kar rahi hun."
"Okay...........fine. Happy."
"Hmph! Ab aaya na line pe!"
He immitated her.
"Rahul ab hum mere pasand ki film dekhenge."
"Mujhe film nahin dekhni. Hum..kahin aur chalte hai."
"Nahin leken mujhe film dekhne hai." She herself went to the ticket counter and bought the tickets for Rab ne bana di jodi.
"Muskaan tune to yeh film already dekhle hai na?"
"To kya hua? Main phirse nahin dekh sakte?"
"Kya zaroorat hai?"
"Zaroorat hai..tumhare liye..maine tumhari pasand ki film dekhi ab tumhari bari..ab chalo bhi.."
She pulled him inside. She grinned in thoughts. She has already started controlling Rahul from now. It was so much fun! Imagine what it would be after marriage. She sighed.
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Suddenly the phone beside her rang. Muskaan closed her diary and picked it up. It was a sister Lovley.
"Dr. Muskaan woh Dr. Rahul ab tak surgery main busy hai..unhone kaha ke woh late ho jayenge."
"Thank you sister Lovely."
It was almost 11 in the night. She had never been so bored. All these 2 weeks had passed with her spending time with Rahul..and now suddenly she felt so bored. She jotted down her personal feelings in her diary. It all happened when she saw an engagement scene in some show..and time just rewinded..recalling some beautiful memories that were still fresh in her mind. She didn't know wether it was love or jealously or whatever..everything just happened and also got broke. But she didnt want to think of any sad memories which would again sadden her. She was even to tired to write. She decided to stroll around the house and get something to eat. She made herself a plain cheese sandwhich and sat on the sofa with a couple of books. After eating she felt like she should sleep..but was too lazy to get up. All the more she wanted to talk to Rahul. She decided to wait for him. Minutes turned in to hours and it was almost 1.00 AM when she slept off.
Rahul entered the house an hour later , bushed after the operation. he was sure that Muskaan must almost be asleep..and she actually was. he saw her sleeping on the couch peacefully , with her hand tucked under her head. A few strands of her curly hair were flying due to the breeze coming from the window. He bended down so he could see her face clearly. He carefully tucked her hair behind her ears without disturbing her. He slowly carried her to her room and made her lie on the bed. He adjusted the AC the way she liked, switched off the lights, covered her with her bed-sheet and left from there.
Rahul went to the kitchen and filled himself a glass of cold water and went straight to his room. He lied down bushed. His neck hurting. He comfortably relaxed. Closing his eyes , he again saw Muskaan. It had almost become a habit to think about her before sleeping.
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They were sitting in the theatre. Rahul was feeling sleepy. He hated melo-drama..and thats were Muskaan had brought him. He yawned so many times that he started counting them. It was his 7th. Muskaan was so
engrossed in the film. Her eyes didnt shift a second. She was seriously watching the film. There was one sad scene and Muskaan started crying.
"Main unhe nahin chod sakte..insaan ko to phir bhi chod sakte hai..par rab ko kaise chode. Mujhe unme rab dikhta hai."
Tears rolled down from her cheeks continuosly. Rahul got so very uncomfortable. He took out his kerchif and passed it on to her. She quickly took it and wiped her tears.
One thing that made Rahul belieive that Muskaan was a 'true' woman was her crying on emotional scene. Look how much opposite they were. He was laughing and she was crying. She hadnt stopped yet. She was sinffling.
"Muskaan scene khatam ho gaya..ab to chup kar ja." he chuckled.
"Oyye..tu chup kar."
"God!"
She ignored him. "Kya pyaar hai..hai na Rahul? Kitna pure..."
"Ye sab sirf picturon main hota hai..aisa asli main kuch nahin hota."
"Kisne kaha tujhse?"
"Mujhe pata hai."
This argument continued until they reached home.
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This had been their first date. Rahul smiled thinking about it. This was the first time he really saw her crying. Still smiling he dozed off to sleep.
Muskaan got up. She saw the time..it was almost 5 in the morning. She had to get up in an hour. She realised that she was on the bed. But she remembered sleeping in the hall. Maybe Rahul had...She quickly got up to check wether he was back. She rushed to his room. Yes. He was. He was peacefully sleeping on the bed. His shoes were on. He didnt even change his clothes. A glass of untouched water was kept on the table. For a few minutes she just stood there leaning to the door watching him sleep. Then she went to him and removed his shoes and put the bed-sheet over him. She lied down on the other side and again looked at him.
Life suddenly had been so different these 2 weeks. She had fallen in love with him but she hated him. Confused. That was her emotion. These two weeks streched like two years. She had promised that she will live with him forever. But could she really? How could she forget what he had done to her. How she left him , but fate again brought them together. He had been helpful and suportive but she didnt know
for what purpose. Before she could express her feelings of love..their engagement broke. But who can change the destiny. She remebered how her friends tried to convince her..that Rahul really loved her. But Rahul never said this. How could she believe false stories. Forgetting everything.....now they were married..living like strangers in two different rooms...being friends or rather trying to be friends.
Note:- I changed the whole story of my FF as I felt it was becoming too monotonus and similar to all the other FF's..so im doing present and past together..please bear all the bloopers...as I hadnt planned this while starting..thanks..looking forward for the comments! :)
Edited by -Mansi- - 16 years ago
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