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PART 20:
Angad was very pleased with Kripa's decision to work with him exclusively. Kripa was glad that Angad considered her capable for the job. As she finished cooking dinner, she remembered how upset Angad used to get with her initially and inadvertently pass derogatory comments about her and her work. Lately, he had been more understanding, compassionate and patient with her. Her heart would skip a beat, each time she thought of their blissful days in Ooty. Angad's love had transformed her completely. Things which bothered her about Angad, like his arrogant attitude, did not irritate her anymore……kya yahi pyaar hai? Jab ek insaan doosre insaan ke andar poori tarah samaa jaata hai….kya usi ko pyaar kehte hain?
That night, Angad noticed that Kripa was in a very jovial mood. Angad was settled in bed, trying to catch up on a current article about a surgical procedure. Kripa was decorating their bedroom with flowers from their garden.
"Kya baat hai? Bahut khush ho?" Angad asked.
Kripa came and sat next to him and caressed his face, "mujhey aaj bahut khushi hai ki tum ne mujhey iss laayak samjha ki main tumhari help kar sakoon…..Damini maasi tho mujh se kahin zyaada qualified aur experienced hain.."
"Kyonki main unhey daant nahin sakta! Iss liye!" he pinched her nose.
"Kya kaha? Tho iss liye mere saath kaam karna chahte ho?" Kripa hit him playfully.
"OK..OK….," Angad ducked her assaults and laughed, "lekin pyaar bhi tho phir tumhey hi karoonga…," he pulled her into his lap and kissed her face.
"Theek hai….har daant ki 2 kisses! OK?" she asked
"No! No! I am not that cheap…..ek daant ke 10 kisses….how about that?"
Kripa smiled mischievously, "phir tho roz roz daantna mujhey!"
Angad squeezed her tightly, "badmaash! Jiju theek keh rahe the…ab Mrs Khanna bhi badmaash ho jaayengi!"
Kripa became a little serious and looked into his eyes lovingly, "Angad….jo tum kahoge…main wo ban jaaoongi…..main tumhari umr bhar puja karoongi….main bas tumhari hoon aur tum mere….zindagi mein ab aur kuch maayne nahin rakhta….," she buried her face in his chest and hummed this beautiful song to express her dedication towards her beloved:
"Dil mein tujhey bitha ke" from "Fakira"
http://www.dishant.com/album/anmol-geet-hits-of-1977.html
for lyrics: http://www.lyricsmasti.com/song/2401/get_l...-Bithaa-ke.html
Dil mein tujhe bitha ke
Kar loongi main bandh aankhein
Pooja karoongi teri
Hoke rahoongi teri….
Angad threw the medical paper on the floor and pulled his wife under the covers. He turned the lights off and gently made love to his wife.
NEXT DAY:
Gayatri was pleased with Kripa's decision to join Angad as a full-time assistant, "ek patni ke liye is se bhaagyashaali cheez kya ho sakti hai ki uske pati ke wo kaam mein bhi sewa kare?"
Dr Misra, on the other hand was not sure. He did not say anything to Angad or Kripa, as he'd rather stay out of their personal matters, but he did mention it to Gayatri one day, "waise main jaanta hoon ki Kripa jo bhi kaam karegi, mann lagaa ke karegi, par mujhey lagta hai usey school ki naukri nahin chhodni chahiye thi….mere saath bhi tho clinic mein haath bantaa ti thi….par maine usey apna kaam karne se nahin roka.."
"Bhaiyya…..aap uske maama ho….aur Angad pati!…..Kuch tho farak hai na aapke rishte mein?…Mujhey tho lagta hai Kripa ne jo kiya theek kiya…accha hai aadmi hamesha apni nazron ke saamne hi rahe….warna kuch bharosa nahin hota aadmi logon ka!." Gayatri countered his argument.
"Gayatri! Yadi apne pyaar par bharosa ho tho kisi aadmi par itni nazar rakhne ki zaroorat nahin hoti…..jinhey bhatakna hai, wo aapki nazron ke saamne hi sab kuch kar lete hain…..mujhey lagta hai ki Angad aur Kripa ka pyaar saccha hai…..un dono mein kabhie aisa nahin hoga!" Suryabhan said as he got up to leave.
NEXT FEW MONTHS:
After the initial excitement of working together died down, Angad and Kripa settled into a more or less monotonous life.
Kripa's day started off early at 6 am. She mad sure breakfast and lunch arrangements were done before the men woke up. She had her routine of waking up Angad after a shower with a hot cup of tea. Angad looked forward to his wake up kisses and usually lazed around in bed with his tea and newspaper.
Angad had made some changes in the clinic- he preferred to schedule patients rather than encourage walk-ins. He kept better records of all patients, unlike Dr Misra's scribbles on few scraps of paper.
Kripa had helped Angad set up his scheduling roster and maintain legible records of patients.
Kripa would get his clinic ready before Angad started seeing patients. She would then assist him wherever he needed her. She would get so busy with work, that some days would forget to eat breakfast or lunch! Kripa made sure Angad never missed any meals. If he were really busy to come home for lunch, she would personally take the lunch to his clinic and feed it to him with her hands, in between patients. He always appreciated her caring for him, "tum kitni achhi ho…meri har cheez ka dhyaan rakhti ho….," but he would invariably forget that even kripa had not eaten all day. He just assumed that Kripa took good care of herself, just as she did for others. Little did he realize, that Kripa was the kind of girl, who would go hungry all day, but make sure her loved ones were well-fed and taken care of. Her needs were always secondary to other's needs and especially Angad's needs-be it physical or emotional.
If Angad had a pounding headache after a long day, she would have him rest his head on her lap and massage it till he was fast asleep. Angad never needed pain pills as long as Kripa was there to take care of him.
Kripa made it a point to visit Gayatri everyday and also took care of Dr Misra's needs.
Angad did hire some ancillary staff to help out on the clinic, but Kripa was responsible for managing that staff too!
Angad had little patience for inefficiency and sloppy work. He would often get irritated with the new staff and had already fired a few employees. Kripa was a good manager and was able to keep the staff happy and extract more work from them than her impatient husband.
Kripa had noticed that Angad was easily frustrated these days. He even got upset at patients and their families for non-compliance with treatment, missed appointments, and delaying seeking medical care. The patients in Ramgarh were mostly illiterate and respected Dr Khanna like God. Kripa tried to keep a human touch at the clinic and made sure she talked and explained everything to the families properly.
One day, when Angad was busy with some paper work in the clinic, a tired Kripa went up to him, "Angad….mujhey kuch baat karni hai…"
"Hmm….bolo?" he asked without looking up.
Kripa took his pen from his hand and lifted his chin, "meri taraf dekho Angad"
Angad leaned back on his chair and sighed, "haan bolo kya baat hai?"
"Angad…..tum yahan khush nahin ho kya?"
Angad was taken aback by her question, "kyon? Aisa kyon sochti ho?"
"Pataa nahin….kuch din se tum baat baat par naaraz ho jaate ho….yahan ke mareez bechare unpadh hain….unpar gussa kyon nikaalte ho?"
"Kripa! Wo baat hi aisi karte hain!…..What can a doctor do if the patient does not follow his advise? Apni mann-maani karte hain….then they go to ayurvedic and other voo-doo doctors for their treatment…..mujhey aisa lagta hai ki meri saari training yahan waste jaa rahi hai! I feel I am stagnating here Kripa! I cannot perform half the procedures I am trained to do….."
Kripa was a little taken aback by his answer, "Angad….par yeh bhi tho socho tumhare ilaaj se kitne logon ka bhalaa hua hai….kitne log tumhey roz duaayein dete hain…..logon ki dua seedha bhagwan ke paas jaati hain…"
Angad got up and left his desk, "par Kripa……duniya sirf logon ki dua se nahin chalti…..I am used to more action and challenge in my work….i feel I am not getting it here……I think I am capable of much more….but…but….," he sounded more frustrated and left for their bedroom.
Kripa felt a lump in her throat; she had no idea Angad had been hiding all these feelings from her all these months, "hamari shaadi ko 6 mahine ho gaye hain….par aaj pehli baar Angad ne mujhe yeh sab kaha hai…," she followed him upstairs.
Angad was seated at his desk, buried in his surgical textbook.
Kripa went and stroked his head, "kya ek cup chai banaa doon?"
Angad was feeling bad for what he had just said downstairs; he shut his book and hugged Kripa by her waist, "Kripa….I am sorry….I should not have said all those things…..I think I am just a little stressed out…..meri training ke ab sirf 3 mahine bache hain….and I have to prepare for my Surgery Boards also…..exam mein sirf 2 mahine reh gaye hain….I really need to get prepared……please bura mat maan na meri baaton ka," his apology sounded so genuine, that Kripa had tears in her eyes, "Angad…..mujhey nahin bataaoge tho kise bataaoge? Chalo main tumhare liye chai laati hoon…tum raat ko der tak padhai kar lo….main disturb nahin karoongi…I will sleep downstairs in the guest bedroom…OK?" she kissed his forehead and went to prepare tea.
Angad studied late into the night, but soon started missing Kripa. He was so used to having Kripa around him all the time and that too at this time of the day. He shut his book, stretched his muscles and went down to the guest room. Kripa was fast asleep after another tiring day. She had skipped dinner again, as Angad's words echoed in her head…..I am stagnating…. I think I am capable of much more…… duniya sirf logon ki dua se nahin chalti……
Angad noticed that Kripa was a little restless in her sleep. He sat down and kissed her lips; then he carried his sleepy wife in his arms to their bedroom.
He placed her on the bed and snuggled in with her under the covers. He buried his face in her hair and kissed her neck. Kripa moaned a little, but was still fast asleep.
Angad caressed her bare skin under her night shirt and whispered, "Kripa….utho…..mujh se baat karo please….."
Kripa opened her eyes slightly, "Angad? Main oopar kaise aayi?"
"Main laaya hoon….please so mat….I need you jaan!"
"Angad…..I am tired….," she said sleepily, but Angad knew what buttons to press and within minutes, had Kripa surrender herself completely to his passion once again……
…to be continued…
Angad was very pleased with Kripa's decision to work with him exclusively. Kripa was glad that Angad considered her capable for the job. As she finished cooking dinner, she remembered how upset Angad used to get with her initially and inadvertently pass derogatory comments about her and her work. Lately, he had been more understanding, compassionate and patient with her. Her heart would skip a beat, each time she thought of their blissful days in Ooty. Angad's love had transformed her completely. Things which bothered her about Angad, like his arrogant attitude, did not irritate her anymore……kya yahi pyaar hai? Jab ek insaan doosre insaan ke andar poori tarah samaa jaata hai….kya usi ko pyaar kehte hain?
That night, Angad noticed that Kripa was in a very jovial mood. Angad was settled in bed, trying to catch up on a current article about a surgical procedure. Kripa was decorating their bedroom with flowers from their garden.
"Kya baat hai? Bahut khush ho?" Angad asked.
Kripa came and sat next to him and caressed his face, "mujhey aaj bahut khushi hai ki tum ne mujhey iss laayak samjha ki main tumhari help kar sakoon…..Damini maasi tho mujh se kahin zyaada qualified aur experienced hain.."
"Kyonki main unhey daant nahin sakta! Iss liye!" he pinched her nose.
"Kya kaha? Tho iss liye mere saath kaam karna chahte ho?" Kripa hit him playfully.
"OK..OK….," Angad ducked her assaults and laughed, "lekin pyaar bhi tho phir tumhey hi karoonga…," he pulled her into his lap and kissed her face.
"Theek hai….har daant ki 2 kisses! OK?" she asked
"No! No! I am not that cheap…..ek daant ke 10 kisses….how about that?"
Kripa smiled mischievously, "phir tho roz roz daantna mujhey!"
Angad squeezed her tightly, "badmaash! Jiju theek keh rahe the…ab Mrs Khanna bhi badmaash ho jaayengi!"
Kripa became a little serious and looked into his eyes lovingly, "Angad….jo tum kahoge…main wo ban jaaoongi…..main tumhari umr bhar puja karoongi….main bas tumhari hoon aur tum mere….zindagi mein ab aur kuch maayne nahin rakhta….," she buried her face in his chest and hummed this beautiful song to express her dedication towards her beloved:
"Dil mein tujhey bitha ke" from "Fakira"
http://www.dishant.com/album/anmol-geet-hits-of-1977.html
for lyrics: http://www.lyricsmasti.com/song/2401/get_l...-Bithaa-ke.html
Dil mein tujhe bitha ke
Kar loongi main bandh aankhein
Pooja karoongi teri
Hoke rahoongi teri….
Angad threw the medical paper on the floor and pulled his wife under the covers. He turned the lights off and gently made love to his wife.
NEXT DAY:
Gayatri was pleased with Kripa's decision to join Angad as a full-time assistant, "ek patni ke liye is se bhaagyashaali cheez kya ho sakti hai ki uske pati ke wo kaam mein bhi sewa kare?"
Dr Misra, on the other hand was not sure. He did not say anything to Angad or Kripa, as he'd rather stay out of their personal matters, but he did mention it to Gayatri one day, "waise main jaanta hoon ki Kripa jo bhi kaam karegi, mann lagaa ke karegi, par mujhey lagta hai usey school ki naukri nahin chhodni chahiye thi….mere saath bhi tho clinic mein haath bantaa ti thi….par maine usey apna kaam karne se nahin roka.."
"Bhaiyya…..aap uske maama ho….aur Angad pati!…..Kuch tho farak hai na aapke rishte mein?…Mujhey tho lagta hai Kripa ne jo kiya theek kiya…accha hai aadmi hamesha apni nazron ke saamne hi rahe….warna kuch bharosa nahin hota aadmi logon ka!." Gayatri countered his argument.
"Gayatri! Yadi apne pyaar par bharosa ho tho kisi aadmi par itni nazar rakhne ki zaroorat nahin hoti…..jinhey bhatakna hai, wo aapki nazron ke saamne hi sab kuch kar lete hain…..mujhey lagta hai ki Angad aur Kripa ka pyaar saccha hai…..un dono mein kabhie aisa nahin hoga!" Suryabhan said as he got up to leave.
NEXT FEW MONTHS:
After the initial excitement of working together died down, Angad and Kripa settled into a more or less monotonous life.
Kripa's day started off early at 6 am. She mad sure breakfast and lunch arrangements were done before the men woke up. She had her routine of waking up Angad after a shower with a hot cup of tea. Angad looked forward to his wake up kisses and usually lazed around in bed with his tea and newspaper.
Angad had made some changes in the clinic- he preferred to schedule patients rather than encourage walk-ins. He kept better records of all patients, unlike Dr Misra's scribbles on few scraps of paper.
Kripa had helped Angad set up his scheduling roster and maintain legible records of patients.
Kripa would get his clinic ready before Angad started seeing patients. She would then assist him wherever he needed her. She would get so busy with work, that some days would forget to eat breakfast or lunch! Kripa made sure Angad never missed any meals. If he were really busy to come home for lunch, she would personally take the lunch to his clinic and feed it to him with her hands, in between patients. He always appreciated her caring for him, "tum kitni achhi ho…meri har cheez ka dhyaan rakhti ho….," but he would invariably forget that even kripa had not eaten all day. He just assumed that Kripa took good care of herself, just as she did for others. Little did he realize, that Kripa was the kind of girl, who would go hungry all day, but make sure her loved ones were well-fed and taken care of. Her needs were always secondary to other's needs and especially Angad's needs-be it physical or emotional.
If Angad had a pounding headache after a long day, she would have him rest his head on her lap and massage it till he was fast asleep. Angad never needed pain pills as long as Kripa was there to take care of him.
Kripa made it a point to visit Gayatri everyday and also took care of Dr Misra's needs.
Angad did hire some ancillary staff to help out on the clinic, but Kripa was responsible for managing that staff too!
Angad had little patience for inefficiency and sloppy work. He would often get irritated with the new staff and had already fired a few employees. Kripa was a good manager and was able to keep the staff happy and extract more work from them than her impatient husband.
Kripa had noticed that Angad was easily frustrated these days. He even got upset at patients and their families for non-compliance with treatment, missed appointments, and delaying seeking medical care. The patients in Ramgarh were mostly illiterate and respected Dr Khanna like God. Kripa tried to keep a human touch at the clinic and made sure she talked and explained everything to the families properly.
One day, when Angad was busy with some paper work in the clinic, a tired Kripa went up to him, "Angad….mujhey kuch baat karni hai…"
"Hmm….bolo?" he asked without looking up.
Kripa took his pen from his hand and lifted his chin, "meri taraf dekho Angad"
Angad leaned back on his chair and sighed, "haan bolo kya baat hai?"
"Angad…..tum yahan khush nahin ho kya?"
Angad was taken aback by her question, "kyon? Aisa kyon sochti ho?"
"Pataa nahin….kuch din se tum baat baat par naaraz ho jaate ho….yahan ke mareez bechare unpadh hain….unpar gussa kyon nikaalte ho?"
"Kripa! Wo baat hi aisi karte hain!…..What can a doctor do if the patient does not follow his advise? Apni mann-maani karte hain….then they go to ayurvedic and other voo-doo doctors for their treatment…..mujhey aisa lagta hai ki meri saari training yahan waste jaa rahi hai! I feel I am stagnating here Kripa! I cannot perform half the procedures I am trained to do….."
Kripa was a little taken aback by his answer, "Angad….par yeh bhi tho socho tumhare ilaaj se kitne logon ka bhalaa hua hai….kitne log tumhey roz duaayein dete hain…..logon ki dua seedha bhagwan ke paas jaati hain…"
Angad got up and left his desk, "par Kripa……duniya sirf logon ki dua se nahin chalti…..I am used to more action and challenge in my work….i feel I am not getting it here……I think I am capable of much more….but…but….," he sounded more frustrated and left for their bedroom.
Kripa felt a lump in her throat; she had no idea Angad had been hiding all these feelings from her all these months, "hamari shaadi ko 6 mahine ho gaye hain….par aaj pehli baar Angad ne mujhe yeh sab kaha hai…," she followed him upstairs.
Angad was seated at his desk, buried in his surgical textbook.
Kripa went and stroked his head, "kya ek cup chai banaa doon?"
Angad was feeling bad for what he had just said downstairs; he shut his book and hugged Kripa by her waist, "Kripa….I am sorry….I should not have said all those things…..I think I am just a little stressed out…..meri training ke ab sirf 3 mahine bache hain….and I have to prepare for my Surgery Boards also…..exam mein sirf 2 mahine reh gaye hain….I really need to get prepared……please bura mat maan na meri baaton ka," his apology sounded so genuine, that Kripa had tears in her eyes, "Angad…..mujhey nahin bataaoge tho kise bataaoge? Chalo main tumhare liye chai laati hoon…tum raat ko der tak padhai kar lo….main disturb nahin karoongi…I will sleep downstairs in the guest bedroom…OK?" she kissed his forehead and went to prepare tea.
Angad studied late into the night, but soon started missing Kripa. He was so used to having Kripa around him all the time and that too at this time of the day. He shut his book, stretched his muscles and went down to the guest room. Kripa was fast asleep after another tiring day. She had skipped dinner again, as Angad's words echoed in her head…..I am stagnating…. I think I am capable of much more…… duniya sirf logon ki dua se nahin chalti……
Angad noticed that Kripa was a little restless in her sleep. He sat down and kissed her lips; then he carried his sleepy wife in his arms to their bedroom.
He placed her on the bed and snuggled in with her under the covers. He buried his face in her hair and kissed her neck. Kripa moaned a little, but was still fast asleep.
Angad caressed her bare skin under her night shirt and whispered, "Kripa….utho…..mujh se baat karo please….."
Kripa opened her eyes slightly, "Angad? Main oopar kaise aayi?"
"Main laaya hoon….please so mat….I need you jaan!"
"Angad…..I am tired….," she said sleepily, but Angad knew what buttons to press and within minutes, had Kripa surrender herself completely to his passion once again……
…to be continued…
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