WATNA VEY MAANEET part 5-6/pg 15 - Page 3

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PART 1 SURILI AKHIYON WALE

It was a wintery night'..she was in her room'her brother had spoken about some prisoners who were on hunger strike for 20 days'.she couldn't have a morsel after that'it had been 7 months she was in India and one thing she understood is whatever was happening here was unfair'.she was quietly learning Hindi and would also at time wear traditional clothes and dream of falling for an Indian man'that night she had just come in to her room when she bumped into him'.he was bleeding'who are you'.she realized he was Indian'..he was the same man she had seen in the market the same man who had been haunting her dreams the same man who fought duals with her brother and carried her away on horseback'.

Mein'ahhh'mein'he fainted and she almost screamed but her maid stopped her'.memsahib Swadeshi'..her senses were on alert'if this man is a Swadeshi her brother would kill him'seems like they are looking for him..They who they ? Your brother's men'.noSavri what do we do now?...it is not a bullet wound so I will do the dressing and you cover your face'wwhhyy?...because if he is caught later he will blurt out that he was in some woman's room and he should not be able to identify you'.why are you wasting time Savri dress him he will die'ap jaisi ajeeb larki maine nehi dekhi he is your brother's enemy'.Lucy sighed'.ouch'memsahib what?...see its hurting him it's a stab wound ouchhh no'..is he the man from the market memsahib?...she blushed'.and said he doesn't let me sleep he invades my thoughts'.she touched his forehead and almost screamed he has fever he has fffeverrr'shh don't scream he will be okay I will get some jaributi'buti what?...ap ko abhi aur bohut Hindi sikhni hai jaributi mane dawai'oh medicine then go na Savri he 'I know I know you are crazy memsahib'..she smiled shyly and sat admiring the Indian enemy'..she didnt realize when she had fallen asleep caressing his hair'

He woke up with a sharp pain in his arm'he was still finding it hard to move'.ahh'.and then he saw her'.in a pink cotton dress'.her face covered'.her creamy skin'.her soft fingers still on his hair'subhanallah ye angrez hai but she looks so pure'he looked at his bandage'is angrez ne meri jaan bachayi okay if time comes I will pay her back'.he wanted to feel her creamy skin'.isne apna chehra kyon chhupa ke rakha hai ye log purdah kab se maan ne lage?...he looked around to ensure there was no one else in the room'there so she is the one such a fool she has such a portrait of herself and she is veiling her beautiful face ankhen to jaise surili hai itni surili ki wo apne akhon se hi koi gaana suna rahi ho'.Geet'. ya jo vi tumhara naam ho tumne meri jaan bachai ek tareke se humari kranti bachai I will have to pay you someday'.gave a last look at the beauty and made his way down from the parapet'.