Rishtha - bhandan jo kabhi na toote - Page 3

"I will take care of that ma'am." she agred with a smile but internally felt like slapping Anita. That girl really had an attitude problem! In the mean time Mukti was already out the door. "Kaka, Taniya ka ghar."

Jevan flinched unwantedly - Taniya ka ghar was the code word for Mukti's extra activities and he hated the fact that she was doing all this. Quietly he drove as Mukti began reading the file that was handed to her not wasting much time, Jevan quietly pulled over before going to the road and slid in one of Mukti's favorite C.D's. The song, Suna suna from Krishna cottage filled the car, she cointued reading the work placing her notes here and there as they drove. The songs changed and the time went on as he drove, half an hour latter just as she closed the file. Just as she stepped out in front of a morden apparment with a lawn and a parking space available for a few people. The entier building did not seem much more that two floors with a light shade of blue being painted on! The room it self had few chairs fixed to the ground with a table. Going up the stairs Mukti rang the bell, an elderdy lady in a dark mustard sari opened the door, "Kya vo ghar par hai?"

"Haan bitiya voh ghar par he hai aap andar jayie." she replied going inside, Mukti closed the door. The hall was set in a very simple mannor, set in a circular room with white furniture and custions of both red and yellow colours set alternatively. Curtains in yellow with red patterns hung in the room, most of the other furniture like tables though were in glass, a few decorative pieces in a see through colouring system. Mukti's eyes though did not take any of this in, there was only a pure sadness in them as though looking for lost memories in that place. This was indeed a special place for the girl, walking into another smaller room she waited. The only source of light in the room appart from the sunlight was a small lamp that was on the alter near the photo. A young man photograph was there with a garlend on it, a lady dressed in a cream sari that was pinned up on her shoulder. Her hair compleatly open, with out turning around she said, "Aao Mukti."

"Kaise hai aap bhabi?" she asked turning around look up with cold eyes and strong fetures, she wore no make up or jwellery except for a gold chain that had a dorlar in it. "Main kaise teek ho sakthi hoon jab vo mere saath nahi hai."

"Janthi hoon bhabhi, aur aap ko insaf milega, bahoth jaldi milega." Mukti promised, "Jo insaan Mrs. Anthara Druv Wadwa ke sindurr bujadiya Mukti Khanna kabhi nahi chold sakthi hai."

"Janthi hoon isiliye kehethi hoon yeah saab chod kar door chalija tu." she replied, "Muje jaane ka koi irada nahi hai. Main aap ko pehele bhi batha diya aur aab bhi kehethi hoon."

"Lekin Mukti, agar tume kuch hotha hai tho?" Mukti only smirked, "Aap apni is nalan ko nahi janthe hai babhi Aab tho aap dekie."

"Tumse behes karne main koi mathlab nahi hai, chal bolo, chai yeah coffee?" Anthara asked, "Mere liye aap ke haathon ke zeher bhi amruth hai, isma chai yeah coffee ka sawal kahan hai?"

"Chai banathi hoon hum donon ke liye, aur haan tumhare liye ek package aaya hai. Deklena!" Mukti nodded, "Kahan par hai?"

"Tumhari kamre main us draw main." Mukti went up to the room on the first floor right hand side, the room was comparitivly smaller than the Khanna house's. There was a single bed with a bed side table, dark rose silk sheets were spread on the cot. A set of light pink curtains on the wall, on the bed side table was a brown package. Opening it with a swize knife Mukti ripped the whole thing open, seeing the contents within she nodded, "Hello Rane maal mil gaya ithna waqth kyun lagaya tune?"

"Maaf kijiye madam ji, kya kare aaj kal vo police walon..." Mukti cut him off, "Tuje ek aur kaam hai muje tume information milega." she added, "Aare madam ji aap kahe aur humne na kaise kar sakthe hai. Hojayega!"

At the Khanna industries conference room, Dhilip was overlooking a presentation being made by an employee, "Aur agar hum apne is project main aur thode bhi paise dalthe hai tho hame koi profit nahi milega. Hume us pure project ko badalna padega. We need to shift it to a different location, aise location main hume ise badal dena chahie jisme yeah project appriciate hotha hai."

"Where do you sudgest Mr. Bose?" The man in the dark green suit pushed up his silver rimed glasses, "Sir I sudgest China, we have candidates qualified and willing to do this job rather than have people in India. We would also have to shift three projects from China to this team as they are better in the job. That would give us a profit of..."

"Excellent Mr. Bose kafi impressive presentation tha vo lekin agar aap apne cabin main retier hothe hai tho hume decition lene ka maunka milega."

"Ofcouse sir agar kuch chahiye tho muje bulaiye." he replied and left, a maturity beyond his years and great hope in his heart. Prithvi Bose he works in the Khanna industries as a project analist and one among the best even though he is not more than 25. He is very close to the Khanna family after his time with a conference when he was no older than 18 years of age. A conference Dhilip happened to attend, impressed with the boy he took him in his wing and now he was reeping the benifits. After the boy joined from a scolarship student who was living on the funds given to him for his dead aarmy officer father he became a very happy rich man! He was among the few 'friends' Mukti had that was known to Dhilip and Naina Khanna. A person who hated wasting time he began working through some other project when some one knocked the door, "Yeah come in!"

"Good morning Mr. Khanna." he looked up, "Aare bhabi?"

Anthara stood there a white handbag in her hand. "Haan, actually vo Mukti ke baare main."

"Vo sudarne ke bhare main sochegi bhi nahi aap use chod dijiye." he snapped, "Vo jo koi bhi hai mere pathi ka haath bhi hai usme, she is not to blame."

"Kya chahathe hai aap ke vo aise kaam karthi rahe?" he asked shocked, "Nahi kabhi nahi main kabhi nahi chahathi ke Mukti bhi isma involve hojay. Main tho ek anad ke thara jiliya phir aise jeena nahi chahathi, apni pathi ko tho kholiya, aab main apni badi beti ko bhi nahi kho sakti hoon."

"Aap Mukti ke liye apne dil main ithna bada position diya hai I'm glad lekin please use ek baar vo apne senses main aajaye." he replied, Anthara smiled after a long time, "Mukti aur senses ekhe sentance main? Kabhi nahi hoga, aap kya lenge coffee..."

"Nahi muje kai aur jaana hai aathe hue main tumse mile aayi thi." she replied taking leave, Prithvi hesitated for a moment but called her back, "Bhabi ek minute, kya aap kal free hai main aap ke saath iske bare main baath karna chahatha hoon."

"Sure lunch ke liye aaja na!" Anthara left from the office, Prithvi sat down and wrote down in his agenda, "Lagtha hai phir se ek baar dil se sochn padega."

That evening, a sea side beach had a large party going on, a party by Rajesh Sharma a new enterprunar in the world of .com bussiness. Rajesh being the dynamic today's guy calls both the 'younger' members of the Bajaj pariwar and the Khanna pariwar. Mukti being a party animal at times agreed to go knowing she was safe as there were too many people in the party and it was a Page 3 coverage. Prem who was Rajeh's cosin was forced to come, Kuki would never let him enjoy full extent in these parties as she was slightly protective... the room was filled with so much - music, food, lights and people. The soft sand was under them making dancing more fun! Prem was standing by the juice bar trying his best to convince a girl in a cute short pink dress that she did indeed look good. "Kuki tu bahar tho aana, deko sari ladkiyaa ise bhi short kapde nahi pehene hue hai."


"Lekin Yudi tume patha hai na ke yeah kapde muje..." he cut her off, "Nahi aaj koi bahana nahi hai, I really want you to fit in with our generation. Come."

Slowly taking Prem's hand Kuki walked up to the light where manny boys did take a second look at her! Prem gripped her wrists affectionately as if saying, "Main hoon na." nodding she slowly started moving and socialising a little bit more when she caught the eye of the host, "Kuki? Kuki bajaj o my god you look so hot!"

Kuki blushed red, she always had feelings for Rajesh but he did not even consider her as a friend as she was quiet plane. This was the first time he was giving her so much attention and she was enjoying every moment of it, seeing he won't be missed Prem quietly stepped out of there. He was on the way to get a drink when a voice told him, "I won't leave my sister with Rajesh if I were you."

Prem turned around to find a girl dressed in a yellow and red stripped, mid thigh length, sleaveless dress with a v-cut looking very beautyful. Her hair was left open with light curls, a gold bracelet in her hand and yellow sandals. She was holding a glass in her hand with some drink in her hand, Prem smiled, "I know, lekin my sister is quiet fond of him isiliye."

"Lekin he is quiet the casanova type of guys you know." he replied, "Are how rude of me main tho apne aap ko introduce bhi nahi kiya."

"Uske koi zarurath nahi hai, aap Mr. Prem Yudi Sharma hai." the girl made Prem raise his eye brow, "Aap muje janthe kaise?"

Raising her glass and gulping the rest of the drink down she smiled, "Aap ko ek yeah do parties main deki hoon, we have more common friends than Rajesh."

"Really, I don't know how I missed a girl like you, naam kya hai aap ka?" she smiled streching her hand, "Mukti Khanna."

Prem's smile widented as he took her hand, "The Mukti Khanna, mathalon quiz ke champion?"

"The very same!" she laughed, "Vo Mukti Khana jo sare Tejas Higher Secondry ke ladkon ko basket ball main haradethi hai?"

"Ji haan." she replied, nither of them made a move to remove the joned hands, "Am I speeking to the Mukti Khanna science wizz?"

"Haan baba haan." she replied, "Vo Mukti Khanna jisne apne mere upar tandi pani phain diya jab use main moti kehemar pukara."

"Kafi achi memory hai aap ko Mr. Sharma, peheli muje pehechante nahi lekin jaise naam suna tho pure ke pure biography ko tho aap ne bol diya."

"Aare yaar seriously tum kithne badal gayi ho, chalo you've got to have a drink with me." he took her to the bar and both of them ordered some drinks. Mukti her grape juice and Prem his beer. "So suddenly you have turned quiet beautyful kya vo paanch saal hai? Since the last time we met?"

"Haan hoga, us waqth main tho kafi mooti thi." he teased, "Aur aab?"

"Aab tum ek aise ladki ho jo na sirf normal lagthi hai balki hot bhi lagthi hai." he replied, "Thank you and yes you look very good tonight."

"Mukti tum tho bilkul badal gayi, confident ho, apne kyal rakne lagi ho aur haan thoda sha sharab bhi pine lagi ho." he added, "Tumne note kiya ke main sharab pine lagi hoon?"

"Haan baba maine note kiya, light hai isi liye chup tha." he replied placing a hand on her's, a pair of green eyes noted the moment. An eyebrow got raised...

Krishi

Great Update , i like Mukti Thank you for pm.

"Haan baba maine note kiya, light hai isi liye chup tha." he replied placing a hand on her's, a pair of green eyes noted the moment. An eyebrow got raised... a hot guy dressed in light blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. His eyes glowed red at the sight in front of him, the biker bands on his wrist grew tighter as he clenched his frist and moved towards the bar him self. His sports shoes clad feet dangerously raising the sand underneeth, as he got closer he over heard bits and pieces of the information, "Tuje yaad hai us sports day main tum kithne sari trophes liya."

"Sirf trophes nahi maine kuch aise dosth bhi jeeth liya." Mukti replied, "Seriously Prem, tum un logon main ek ho jisne muje saach main apriciate kiya. Aise zyada loog nahi hai."

"Don't worry Mukti tum ithni special ho ke ek din pure duniya tume appriciate karenge." she smiled and blushed, "Hope so, lekin seriously thanks for those words they mattered so much to me."

"You should have updated me with your photographs, seriously yaar tum kithne badal gayi ho." he replied just as the guy reached there, "HI MUKTI."

"Hi Aarman biya." she jumped down from her seat and hugged him, "Aap ko aabhi waqth mila muje hi kehene ke liye?"

"Nahi aabhi aabhi aaya tha, kya pi rahi ho?" he asked, she quickly drained her glass and said, "Grape juice, biya yeah hai Prem, maine bathaya na aap ko kai baar."

"Aah yes, Prem, hi I am Aarman Malik, Mukti ka bhai." Prem shook Aarman's hand only for it to be crushed, "Umm hi Aarman kafi suna tumhare baare main Mukti se, collage ka third year right?"

"Haan." he replied, "Main second year kar raha hoon, bachlor of bussiness."

"Nice, tho kuch aur karthe ho tum?" Prem nodded, "Haan main apne ek chota sa bussiness bhi chalatha hoon. Aap ne zarur suna hoga, speed.com, that is mine."

"Really impressive, maana padega itna bada workaholic maine kabhi deka nahi apni zindagi main." he replied, "Let's just say maine kaam karna Korians se seeka aur party karna French se. Oh excuse me, call..."

Aarman watched as he stepped away and attended the call, "Yes John, aah not at all tell me. Oh k... hmm in that case would you please check with Mr. Rakesh about the legal issues. He is not availabe? In that case there is no other choice except to wait from our position will be compramised if we do anything else."

Just as he cut the line a girl came and asked him for a dance, Mukti was also talking to another friend but Aarman observed Yudi carefully. He seemed quiet a nice guy and very successful as well! A bit of Mukti's conversation caught his ears, "Ragav Naapa, vo Napa dedective and security services ke incharge hai right?"

"Yes aap janthe hai une?" the girl asked, "Nahi bas kafi suna hai unke baare main. Their officers are the best trained hai na?"

"Ji haan intha ke kabhi kabhi police bhi unke madath lethi hai jab koi bada kaam karna pade." she boasted but Aarman's eyes had a flicker of quistion, how did Mukti manage to learn so much about the security industry? She never showed interest about them at home. He decided to ask her about it latter. Not wanting to leave Mukti he stood there continuing to listen to her speek, "Main tho medical main jaana chahthi hoon, I am just hopping ke mere marks ache hothe hai."

"Wow, lekin mere option vaise nahi hai I need to take over my dad's bussiness, I will have to soon start going for applying in international collages. Phir kuch dinon baad main, out of India." Mukti laughed, "India ke baare main ithna nafrath strange..."

"Nahi aise kuch anhi, bas muje India main mom aur dad ke siva koi bhi nahi hai nai." she replied, "Your lucky at least tumare paas mum aur dad tho hai na."

The girl's smile faded but Mukti changed the topic, "Hay that dress is a Chandini original hai na?"

"Haan lekin tume kaise patha tha?" the girl smiled, "Meri saheli uske baare main diwani hai hamesha fashion ke baare main mere kaan ko barthi rehethi hai."

"Really?" the girl too smiled, "Haan ek baar uske haath main fastion magazine aagayi tho samjo kayamath aagai hai. Hamesha, girls tume patha hai maine apni dad se kaha... then puucho maath."

Angad was talking to a person about a particular project he was interested in taking up, "Angad that is a very good point jo tumne banaya kafi impresive hai. I will make sure I speek to my managing director about it, if that works then zarur hamare companies ko bahoth faida hoga."

Just as the party was going on three silver painted hellecoptors were closeing into the place... three people in it had guns! There were nearly four bikers clossing into the road with each one having a person at the back. All four of the people in the bike pulled out their revolvers and unlocked them ready. A sports car was speeding into the same spot!

Krishi

wowowo awesome Kya hai hai yeh last part ka such i wanna to know .

Thank you for pm.

Just as the party was going on three silver painted hellecoptors were closeing into the place... three people in it had guns! There were nearly four bikers clossing into the road with each one having a person at the back. All four of the people in the bike pulled out their revolvers and unlocked them ready. A sports car was speeding into the same spot!

Mukti stepped out off the bar to go out, just as she was a little away from the group a hellecoptor swong down, one began shooting at her. Suddenly and quickly she moved out with great speed away from the stray of bullets that came towards her. There were two more bikes that came down on the girl... each bullet missed her by inches of her body and life. She reduced to a shadow of the girl she was in the party, full of life and fun with a touch of machurity. Now she was nothing more than a pack of instincts and the urge to live. Her movements were both casual and filled with a grace of a trained fighter. Her jumps were so controled yet unpredicatble, none of the attackers could even get close enough to hit the girl despite their machineary and their benifits.

The other car car reached right in time as Mukti was growing a bit tiered... the door opened and she quickly jumped inside the bullet proof sports car closing the door. A man's handed offered her a sealed bottle of minaral watter, she leaned back with a sigh and attitude of coldness, "Cheers mate! Kaun the vo loog?"

"Koi bevakuf jise mere dosth ke baare main kuch nahi jantha tha." the guy replied, Mukti pulled out her sandles and streched her feet, "Really?"

Taking a long draw of her drink in her hand before going to the next point, "Robby Karan Singh tum mere sawal ke jawab nahi diya."

"Jawab tho yehi hai ke vo log Umesh Raman ke baare main." he replied, "Kab sudrega vo? Aab chot bhi lag gayi hai tho patha nahi kya karun?"

"Kithni buri chot hai?" Robby enquered not even looking away from the road, "Mukti vo log kithe katharnak hai, phir bhi tum..."

"Zindagi ko pyar tho nahi hai mujse, muje zindagi ka mathlab nahi patha hai. Kare bhi tho kya kare?" he laguehd, "Tum aur tumhari shayar aur shayari."


Robby's house was comparitively smaller than the Bajaj house but quiet big in terms of size as it can be described. A girl dressed in a white long skirt and a pink top, a white duppata set over it. Her dark eyes are set with fear and anger as Robby drove up with his car. "MUKTI! MUKTI!

"Kasturi main teek hoon don't worry." Kasturi hugged Mukti so tightly as if holding on for her dear life, "Mukti tume apne jaan ke saath kyun kelthi ho? Aise lag raha tha ke..."

"Kasturi main tume kithne baar samjaun hai ke muje kuch nahi hoga." she replied pulling away and making the girl sit down, "Baito, tume tho patha hai na ke main yeah saab kyun kar rahi hoon phir bhi tum aise kyun puuch rahi ho?"

"Kya karun, tumhi meri eklothe dosth ho isiliye." she replied still having tears in her eyes, "Don't worry agar muje kuch hojatha hao tho it will aways be for a good cause. Iasa koi waqth nahi hoga ke main gayi aur koi waje ke bagair mar gayi thi."

"Teek hai, lekin please apne kyal rakna... jab bhi tume aise kuch hotha hai tho.." Mukti rolled her eyes, "Tume daar lagtha hai janthi hoon meri ma aab kya hum andar ka sakthe hai muje kafi thaki hui hoon."

"Aare sorry chalo, Shalaka ne tumhari kuch kapde already bikjwadiya." Mukti nodded, "She is quiet an aissistant, kuch garam hai pine ke liye I really feel the need to get some thing strong."

"Coffee banathi hoon, tumhari physical dard thoda sa tho kam karega." she replied going and sitting down on the couch with Robby placing his arms around her, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, bas ek pal ke liye papa aur mama ke baare main soch rahi thi." she answered, "Kafi yaad athi hogi na tume unke baare main?"

"Sirf yaad nahi use bhi zyada unke na hone ke ehesas hai." Mukti replied wipping the tears in eyes, "Kabhi kabhi aise lagtha hai ke meri zindagi unke saath alag rahagi. Bahoth miss karthi hoon un logon ko."

"Aare yeah ka?" Robby wipped the tears from her eyes, "Tumhari ankon main aasun? Nahi hosakti ke..."

Krishi

Hay why no responses?

Krishi

"Sirf yaad nahi use bhi zyada unke na hone ke ehesas hai." Mukti replied wipping the tears in eyes, "Kabhi kabhi aise lagtha hai ke meri zindagi unke saath alag rahagi. Bahoth miss karthi hoon un logon ko."

"Aare yeah ka?" Robby wipped the tears from her eyes, "Tumhari ankon main aasun? Nahi hosakti ke..."

"Kyun?" she asked, "Ithne logon ke aasun jo nikalthi ho aur muskurahat dethi ho..."

"Mukti garam garma coffee, ise pilo phir kuub need aayegi." she replied giving Mukti the drink, Mukti gupled the whole thing in a few gulps, "Thanks yaar aab tho yeah dard kaam hoga."

"Tum baas aaram karo subah gayi tho kafi hai." he replied as Mukti went to change he pulled Kasturi into his arms and hugged her, "Kithni dard hothi reheti hai use phir bhi..."

"Relax use kuch nahi hoga... balki vo saab ko teek karegi. She is not that old." she added making Robby smile, Mukti came out some time latter dressed in plane red pyjamas with yellow stripes. "You guys really cute together..."

"Chalo it is high time you sleep..." he replied making her liedown on the couch with her head on Kasturi's lap and feet on his. As he began massaging her feet he felt her slowly relax, Kasturi did the same with her head. Mukti was asleep in no time, Kasturi and Robby slowly let her down and placed a pillow under her head and a blanket on her. Kasturi went inside but Robby spent some more time near Mukti holding her hand before leaving.

Bajaj house the situation is silightly different, Prem just sat there watching Kuki chat on the phone with Rajesh. He was smiling at the fact that the little change brought to the girl had changed so much, he loved Kuki for more than one reason, he just wanted to see her happy! Mr. Bajaj came and sat down next to Prem and touched his head, "Kya huga beta?"

"Kuch nahi hai dad bas Kuki ko dek raha tha." he replied, "Beta yeah tho bolo, tum apne kushiya kaab paoge? Hamesha dusron ke kushi ke liye jeetha aathe ho, school main padayi acha kiya thaki tumhari ma kush hojathi aur sports main mere liya. Culturals main Vishaka ke liya kaam kiya aur aab BBA la liya thaki Tushar ko tumpar garv ho."

"Dad aab speed dot.com ke baare main tho buul gaye hai. Vo main apne liye hi kar raha hoon." he replied, "Lekin jahan thak maine deka tum kaam tho Sharma ka vo naam roshan karne ke liye karthe aaye ho, main Prem ke kushi ke baare main baath kar raha hoon. Vo kushi jo Prem apne liye dundtha hai, pure pariwar ke liye nahi."

"I am sure ke aise kushi aayega dad aur main use zarur paunga kya karun aise kuch mere nazaron main aab thak nahi aaya." he replied, Mr. Bajaj laughed out loud and handed Prem a cup of hot coco, "Chalo jaldi pilo phir soja... kal tume thoda jaldi utna padega."

"Kyun?" he asked, "Kyunki beta kal ghar pe puja hai."

"Uuh not again, come on daddy cool kya aap mother india ko nahi samja sakthe ke yeah puja and stuff muje bilkul pasand nahi hai?" he begged, "Aare mera pyara beta tumhari ma ko puje ke baath main bhi nahi daal saktha. Chalo ise pikar sojana."

"Sure dad... umm yeah kisne banaya?" he asked before sipping, "Maine kyun?"

"Thank god agar Birju kaka na banaya tho yeah hot coco nahi hoga." he muttered, sipping the drink in his hand, "Hmm hamesha ke thara perfect, dad aap ke haath main koi jaadu hai."

"Sirf dad ke haath main nahi Prem unke baath main bhi jaadu hai." Prem turned around as Vishaka sat down and took a cup of coco her self, "Patha hai aaj papa ne phir se press ke samne kya presentation diya quarterly profits ke baare main?"

"Haan maine bhi deka tha, kafi ache tha aap ke presentation!" he replied, "Thanks kids, aare Prem yeah Tushar kahan hai?"

"Dad vo sogaya hai, kafi thaka hua hai na..." he replied, "Aur muje bhi jaana hoga, warna mother india mere uper ek pure jug pani dal degi."

The next day morning in Robby's house Mukti got up extreemly early and went to the baathroom just as she came out dressed in a casual black jeans and a yellow t-shirt. A hot cup horlics apeared in front of her, "Aare Kasturi tum bhi ithni jaldi kaisi uti?"

"Tume jaghe hua sunkar main bhi utgayi thi... yeah lo tumhari coffee flavoured horlics Ms. health concious." Mukti laughed, "Thanks yaar, Robby aab bhi so raha hai?"

"Haan tum tho janthe ho na vo kabhi subha uut nahi saktha hai!" they laughed, "Hmm perfect, tum logon ache thara janthe ho ke muje kya chahiye too bad I can't spend so much time with you guys at the moment. Naina ne muje ek kaam dediya ghar ja kar thiyar hona padega."

"Teek hai main use bol dethi hoon." Mukti handed the mug back to her and hugged her good by and rushed down to get a cab. "Biya aap Khanna mansion chaliye... aap use janthe hai na?"

"Haan maimsaab." he replied but Mukti did not accnowladge it picking up a call, "Hello?"

"Good morning Ms. Mukti Khanna kaise hai aap?" she sighed, "Hello Mrs. Umesh Raman, kaise hai aap?"

"Aap ko mere aawaz ko pehechne kaise?" Mukti simply sighed, "Jo bhi hamare baare main ache sochthe hai hum une janthe hai. Pyar ke zuban hai ek aise mitas jo zindagi se judi hui hothi hai. Dil ka dil se rishtha banatha hai jo use pehechan kaise kiya nahi jatha? Kya kaam hai?"

"Aap tho bilkul apne pitha ji par gaye hue hai." she laughed, "Aare hum sirf yeah jaana chahathe hai ke aap hamare pathi ka plan ko chopat kaise kya?"

"Come to your point." the woman on the other hand laughed, "My point Ms. Khanna is that aap aab bhi pure thara surakshith nahi hai. Aaj raath aap ke party main, aap ke ghar par aap par ek aur hamla hoga. Aap please bachke rahiye."

"Thanks, aur haan kal jo warning diya aap ne uske liye thanks." she replied, "Your welcome, aap ko bachane ke mere kaam hai. Main apni pathi se aalag tho hoon lekin use bekabar nahi hoon."

"Aap ke is ehesan..." she was cut of, "Nahi main apni ehesan chuka rahi hoon, sorry beta lekin ise aaga main tume kuch nahi batha sakti. Aur haan best of luck with your project."

"Thank you, muje jaana chahiye waise kafi kaam hai." she replied, "Janthi hoon tumhari liye ghar par ek surprise hai."

"Sure." she replied... At the Khanna mansion Angad (who had just got up) was bussy getting dressed in his running clothes and a t-shirt knocking on Mukti's door. Just then a male servent who worked in the morning shift came there, "Aare Angad sir, good morning."

"Err good morning, kya aap ne Mukti ko kai dheka?" the servent looked at his strangely, "Lekin sir Mukti ma'am tho pure raath ghar nahi aayi."

"Pure raath? Kahan thi vo?" he asked, "Apne koi saheli ke ghar teher gayi thi."

"Dadi?" Angad hugged her lightly still filled with confusion, "Lekin aghar raath ithni hogayi thi tho usne phone kyu nahi kya?"

"Usne Shalaka ko inform kar diya jaise vo hamesha karthi aathi hai." he looked confused, "Vo inform karne ka rules sif tume, Karthick aur Anita ko karni hai."

"Ohh, muje yeah baath nahi pahta tha." he replied, "Any way agar baath aise hai tho main use kaal..."

"Kya kaam tha Angad?" they turned around to find Mukti just walking up to them, "Vo kisi duffer ne tumhare liye koi fax mere machine main bijwadiya."

"Thanks." she took it but Angad did not stop there, "Kaise dosth hai tumhare? Hamesha aise bakwas kyun karthe rehethe hai? Koi secret is revieled...Wiase yeah Sharath kaun hai?"

Mukti froze she did not excpet Angad to go through the fax.

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"Thanks." she took it but Angad did not stop there, "Kaise dosth hai tumhare? Hamesha aise bakwas kyun karthe rehethe hai? Koi secret is revieled...Wiase yeah Sharath kaun hai?"

Mukti froze she did not excpet Angad to go through the fax. "A friend aap use nahi janthe hai."

"What ever, bas apne is dost se kehedo ke vo muje subha teen baje nahi utaye." Mukti flinched, she forgot that Angad was a light sleeper, "Sorry main use bol dethi hoon."

Quickly going inside her room she read throug the fax and nearly screemed with anger, "ITHNI CHOTI SI BHAATH VO STUDPID NE AISE BIJWADIYA?"

Dialing a number she called the person, "Good morning Mukti."

"ABAY TU AUR TERI GOOD MORNING MILEGA THO GAAL KE NEECHE SE EK DUNGI." she yelled, "Aare meri ma kya hua, subah subhan itni gali?"

"Aur kya tune fax bijwaya subah teen baje Angad ke number main aur vo padliya." she replied, "Vo samja tho nahi hai na?"

"Luckily no, actually use laga ke koi stupid dosth ka fax tha, aur muje yeah bolo ke vo kaab aayenge Europe se?" she demanded, "14th raath thiyar rehena."

"Don't worry unke swagath main koi kami nahi hogi" she smirked, "Aur haan ek aur baath hai Sharath biaya aap ke baare main Aarman biya aab bhi nahi janthe hai. You know what I mean right?"

"Yeah don't worry uske nazar se main duur rahunga." Mukti nodded, "Aab yeah bathayie ke Singapore kaisi hai?"

"O.K... lekin bahoth boring." he added, "Janthi hoon tho wapas kaab?"

"Teen din main." he replied, "Teek hai main nahane ja rahi hoon."

"Ok," they cut the line and Mukti chose a dress to were for the day... fifteen minutes latter she was dressed in a brown denim skirt that reached near her knees with a yellow t-shirt and a set of brown heal shoes. She spread on a dark brown eye-shoadow on the corners with light one on the rest with light brown lip-goss. Her light rose perfume made her seem even better, choosing to wear a light brown nail polish she quickly spread them on on her fingers and and feet. Picking up the blow dryer made it dry twice as fast! Fifteen minutes latter she was out with a set of gold earings with brown stones and a simple gold chain with a simlar pendent and a matching bracelet. Her gold pated watch reflecting the light as she ran her hand through her hair talking on her mobile again, "Aur haan teen din main vo saab pahonchna chahiye warna aur problem hojay - uuf sorry Mr. Khanna."

"Dyan se jaao." he snapped at her but took a double take at the way she was dressed, "Koi kaam hai aap ko subha subhan madam?"

"Ji haan, aur muje deer hojayega so if you could excuse me muje jaana hai." she replied simply going away from the place. She never had much to say when it came to Dhilip except a cordial reply - actually she nver had much to say to any one in the Khanna family! "What ever bas aaj do baja office pahonchlena."

"Yaad hai!" she yelled going over her shoulder and went into the kitchen. Inside the kitchen she first poured a bowl of watter into the coffee maker and placed some coffee power in the machine. swithing it on before moivng onto the fridge and an egg and a few slises of bread. Setting the toast on the toster cracked open the eggs and began frying them with little oil, salt and peper. Half way through the bread popped, taking them placed a few more slizes on the plate before buttering them. The egg began cooking a little more, she chopped few orenges and began making the juice quickly as the coffee began pouring down, some milk in it as well into the coffee mug. Sliding the fried eggs on the tray she made some fresh juice with the oranges she had cut but made sure the close the egg and toast. Few minute's latter she placed them on a tray and took them to a special remote place where no one ever came! Reading the morning paper she had picked up on the way, her eyes focused and with complete attention. Forty-five minutes latter she was in the car and Jeevan driving it as instructed to the Malik House! Today, for nearly half a day, she was going to have it all, love affection and fun... with her Arman biya. After she finishes a job before that.

Jevan pulled over near a small ashram where some children were playing, the name it self was different and not after some one. 'Suraksha' that had several children playing there with some parents standing there watching the children enjoying a few cups of drinks or juices as the children played. This was a small restaurent had been built for relaxing... and other under ground purpouses.

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