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PART 48
KRIPAAAAA……Zaib yelled in terror….he ran to the side of the yacht, so did the others. He looked desperately over the side, there was no sign of Kripa in the wild, churning waves splashing against the side of the boat!
USEY TAIRNA NAHIN AATA……he suddenly yelled…..USEY TAIRNA NAHIN AATA…..
He felt darkness descend in front of his eyes…….he was rushing back through a long, deep, dark tunnel…..to a bright, sunlit sea, palms swaying in the wind..…..a swimming pool, Kripa lying lifeless at the bottom of the pool…..Kripa didn't know how to swim…..her mother had drowned to death! Goa, Mishti, Prithvi……he remembered everything…..those days in the sun and sand, Kripa and him….confessing their love through songs, fishing trip, Kripa kissing him in front of all their college friends…..their parents, his mother disapproving of Kripa, his ring of promise that night when she wore white, her parents' deaths, Kripa's birth secret, that stormy night when they became one, body and soul….their wedding in the temple, and then….the Blast….that killed everything….killed Angad and Zaib was born!
USEY TAIRNA NAHIN AATA…..usey tairna nahin aata…..he muttered to himself, repeating in a chant, clutching his pounding head as he crumpled to his knees by the railing….he vaguely heard 3 loud splashes as some people jumped into the water after Kripa. But he was completely in the grip of a paralyzing flood of memories…..that washed away all his doubts of being Angad forever!
He was spiralling down memory lane…..horribly dizzy, lost, dazed, shocked, confused….so many questions hammering at the back of his mind….he was hardly aware of Kartik, Godfather and the ship's first-mate jump into the waves after Kripa.
The three men desperately dived underwater….searching amidst the waves for Kripa's long, trailing hair, her gown or any signs of her. Godfather and Kartik were both expert divers as part of their luxurious lifestyle on a Yacht.
The other sailor yelled to the Captain, who was navigating the Yacht from the Engine room above- deck : GIRL OVERBOARD! HALT ASTERN!
The Captain stalled the engines at once, the yacht came to a stop a few yards ahead, swaying wildly amidst the huge waves of China Sea. He gently steered the Yacht astern (to the right) in reverse….…..so it went back to the three rescuers thrashing around in the sea….looking for Kripa. The yacht bobbed up and down….the sailor threw a rope-ladder down the side for the rescue team. After about 10 minutes of diving and searching for the drowned girl, finally Godfather found her several fathoms down in the sea, sinking slowly, half-dead in the cold water. He dived down, grabbed her lifeless body in his arms and quickly paddled his way up the heavy saline waters.
His wet trousers were getting tangled in the sea water but he managed to extricate himself…as soon as he surfaced, he yelled to Kartik and the First mate for help: HELP US HERE! KARTIK! TAKE THE GIRL!
Kartik swam strongly towards them, encircled Kripa's inert body with his arms, while Godfather took deep breaths of oxygen in exhaustion! It had been a struggle to bring her up from the depths of the sea…..he wasn't a young man anymore….although he kept himself very fit. The sailor also joined them and the three of them carried Kripa to the rope ladder. Kartik, the tallest and strongest of the three, slung Kripa's small frame on his shoulder and carried her up the ladder.
By then, Angad had recovered from his dazed stupor….he was preparing to dive as well when he was relieved to see Kripa being carried up by Kartik.
He leaned down the side, giving a hand to Kartik as he brought her up…..he took Kripa's inert body from Kartik and laid her down on the deck. She seemed completely lifeless, pale, still as death. He desperately checked for her pulse and heartbeats. She had stopped breathing! He gasped in shock….frantic to bring her back…he started CPR on her!
He pumped her chest and stomach desperately, crying, sobbing : KRIPAAA…..MUJHEY CHHODKAR MAT JAAO…PLEASE….COME BACK TO ME, I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU! KRIPAAA………KARTIK HELP ME…..
He asked Kartik to pump her stomach with his fists….while he forced her cold, blue lips open with his fingers, bent down to her mouth, and gave her the kiss of life! He kept on taking big gulps of air and blowing it into her lungs…..as Kartik rhythmically pressed her stomach. A little sea-water squirted out of her blue lips….but she didn't breathe yet…..she had been underwater for too long! Angad was frantic now!
Tears streamed down his cheeks, he looked at Kartik, shaking with terrible fear: Shes not responding! She cant leave me! I cant lose her now! DO SOMETHING!
Godfather had come up the rope ladder….he silently observed Angad's efforts to revive Kripa with a concerned face! His heart was racing strangely….like he had recovered something precious from the depths of the sea!
Kartik glanced worriedly at Angad…..: "Lets try turning her over….usey peit ke bal per leta do" . They turned her over, face downwards, Angad lifted her head while Kartik kept on pumping on her back…..creating pressure on her stomach and lungs.
Finally, with a loud, wheezing gasp, she threw up a large amount of sea-water on the deck. She coughed and wheezed, gasping loudly….finally she drew in large, gulping drafts of air into her lungs!
Angad shook with tears of happiness…..she had returned from near-death….for him…for their love! He looked up silently to the sky, sending up a prayer of Thanks to Heaven!
He drew her limp frame into his arms: Kripaaa…..aankhein kholo, Kripaaa….. But Kripa was still unconscious and very cold, her body almost freezing. She was suffering from hypothermia…..after being in the cold sea-water for so long!
The second sailor, Raj, knew First-Aid, he came forward: Zaib Bhai, let me take a look at her….maybe I can help.
Angad laid her down on the sun-drenched deck again, letting Raj check her pulse and vital signs .
Raj looked grave: Her heartbeat is very weak and slow…..shes too cold……she has hypothermia! You have to make her warm, take off these wet clothes at once…..wrap her in the thickest blankets! Then force her to take something hot! She wont survive if shes not warmed up soon…..it will be too late to take her to the nearest Hospital onshore. Mainland is too far from here!
Angad lifted her against him and hugged her fiercely: Main tumhey kucchh nahin honay doonga, Kripa…….abhi abhi toh tum mujhey wapas mili ho….Angad looked at her closed eyes, got up with her in his arms, and carried her to the cabin.
Raju, can you please bring some hot soup for her……Kartik, some brandy please….Angad swiftly gave orders to the two men, as the rest followed him.
He barely glanced at Godfather……Bajaj Uncle (now he remembered what he called him before the blast)….Bajaj certainly had some major explaining to do. But first, he had to revive Kripa, warm her up, make her blood circulate normally again.
Angad went into the cabin and shut the door, and put her down on the couch….he stripped off her dripping Hospital gown and undergarments. His hands shook slightly as he wiped her bare body with a fresh towel, then he transferred her to the bed, wrapped her in the thickest blankets.
He opened the door and snapped out more orders: I need more blankets ASAP….agar razaai ho toh aur bhi achha hoga.
Mittal had a comforter in his cabin…..he ran and brought it to Angad…..he closed the door again and heaped the thick cover on top…..Kripa was practically buried under 5-6 layers by then! He checked her face for some color or signs of blood circulation….but she was still pale and limp.
As Angad waited impatiently for soup and brandy, he carefully took out Kripa's arm from the pile of blankets and rubbed her pale, icy hand vigorously between his…..he blew hot air from his mouth on her hands and chafed them again. He rubbed her toes, her feet, insoles…..did everything he could to normalize blood circulation in her frozen body.
There was a knock on the door….Kartik had brought a small flask of brandy, Raju brought some hot soup soon after. Angad sat down by Kripa's head, gently raised her face in the crook of his arm, spooned a little soup into her mouth….but she couldn't swallow and the soup dripped down her chin. Frustrated and worried at her unresponsive symptoms, her inability to swallow, Angad forced her mouth open with his pinched fingers and carefully dropped a little brandy in it. He tilted her head back so the brandy trickled down into her throat…..suddenly she gasped and started coughing violently. A terrified Angad propped her up at once. She started shivering uncontrollably again, her lips were turning blue once more.
Angad opened the door and yelled frantically for Raj…..who came running: Raju, shes sinking again! What should I DO? WHAT SHOULD I DO? He panicked wildly.
Raju pushed past him and filled the jug with hot water from the sink….he took some hand towels, soaked them in hot water and gave them to Angad: Apply hot compress to her chest area, near her heart and lungs…..he instructed.
Angad removed the cover and pressed the warm compress on her chest, between her breasts, below them.
Raj flushed slightly and said: Zaib, apply warm compress to her abdomen and groin areas too. Im leaving the room! Let me know if shes better!
Zaib nodded, intent in his remedial ministrations….he removed the blankets partially and put warm compress on her stomach, thighs, groin. He continued pressing the hot towels on her torso for twenty minutes…..finally her color returned….her breathing became regular, her pulse rate normal. Her lips regained their normal hue.
Angad heaved a sigh of utter relief, covered her snugly again and opened the door. The whole group was waiting near the exit to the deck, worried and anxious about Kripa's condition.
They came running, Raj asked anxiously: How is she? Is she better?
Angad clasped Raj in a bear hug, grinning: Thanks Yaar! Tumney Kripa ki jaan bacha lee…..main saari umr ke liye tumhara karzdaar ban gaya!
Nahin Zaib Bhai….jaan bachaney ka credit toh Big Boss ko aur Kartik Bhai ko jaata hai…dono ne milkar Kripa ko samundar se baahar nikala….nahin toh….
Angad turned to Kartik and clasped him too: Kartik Bhai, what can I say? Aapney Kripa aur Prateek dono ko baar baar bachaya hai….how can I thank you enough? Aap merey badey bhai hain…. you are my real Brother!
Kartik thumped his back affectionately: Chalo, ab zyada emotional mat ho jaana….hamarey line mein yeh fit nahin karta….he laughed…..lekin Zaib, tumhey pata hai? Kripa ko bachaya hai Boss ne….wo toh bilkul paani ke neechey chali gayi thi….hum log usey dhoond rahey the….lekin Godfather apni jaan per khelkar kaafi neechey se usey uthakar laaye. Hats off to you, Boss!
Angad looked strangely at Godfather, recrimination in his eyes: Haan, of course, Big Boss ko bachana bhi aata hai, maarna bhi! Isnt that right, Bajaj Uncle?
Right that moment, Godfather realized that Angad had regained his memory….he remembered everything! He was happy, yet apprehensive! How would he explain his motive for turning Angad into a killer? How would he justify his lies about Zaib's real identity?
Angad turned abruptly and went back to the cabin, asking Raj to bring some more hot soup. This time he managed to feed some soup to Kripa, who was half-conscious and swallowing normally again. Her eyes remained closed as she stayed propped up in his arm and he gently fed her the soup, spoon by spoon. After feeding her, he wrapped her securely again and stood by the porthole, watching the blue sky and the horizon as the yacht sailed gracefully, heading south-west. He was lost in thoughts as turbulent as the sea below!
Kripa….mujhey ab sab kuchh yaad aa gaya hai. Main hi Angad hoon…..paanch saal tak Bajaj Uncle mujhsey jhooth boltey gaye….…main Zaib bankar raha….ek kaatil ban gaya…...main tumsey alag raha. Tumney merey maut ka gham bardasht kiya… hamarey bachchey ko janam diya….. Prateek…..Prateek mera beta hai….mera apna khoon! (Angad closed his moist eyes with a shudder of delight). I cant wait to meet you, my Son! Kripa, ab main tumhari zindagi khushiyon se bhar doonga! Ek bhi aansoo nahin aaney doonga tumhari aankhon mein…..yeh mera vaada hai….aaj se main Zaib nahin, Angad hoon. I don't care about Godfather anymore! Aaj se main sab khoon-kharaba, ek kaatil ki zindagi …sab kuchh chhod raha hoon. Ab hum jiyengey aur jeeney dengey…..jee bharkey jiyengey…we have to make up for those lost years, Sweetheart!
There was a knock at the door, the cook had brought him a tray of food: Zaib Sir! Badey Sir ne aapkey liye dinner bhej diya hai"
Angad realized with a start that it was almost evening. He took the tray from the guy, closed the door and checked Kripa again. She was sleeping normally, her cheeks still pale but warmer. Her body temperature had risen up considerably.
He smiled with satisfaction and quickly had his dinner. Then he showered in the attached bathroom and changed into night clothes.
Godfather sent Kartik and Raj to enquire after Kripa…..he was feeling awkward and guilty about facing Angad !
Raj checked Kripa's pulse and vital signs and nodded with satisfaction: Shes out of danger for now….but keep her under close observation through the night!
Yes, of course…..zaroor…main yahin per so jaaoonga….Angad indicated the couch. Raj left after making sure Kripa was alright.
Kartik gazed at Kripa: Im glad uski jaan bach gayi…..uska bachcha uskey liye bahut bechain ho raha hai"
Angad turned sharply at him: Kya kaha? Prateek Dubai pahunch gaya? Has he reached safely?
Nahin, abhi tak toh nahin pahuncha…..hes still in flight…..but Mittal talked to his wife….Prateek ko hosh aa gaya hai…wo apney Mama-Papa ke liye bahut ro raha hai. Nurse aur Mittal Bhabhi dono kaafi pareshan hain….usey sambhalney mein….Poor kid!
Angad's face fell….his son was crying for his mother! He felt awful: I don't understand….aakhir Godfather ne Prateek ko alag kyun bheja? Why send him ahead of us?
Kartik looked sharply at him: Because he didn't want to take any risks with the kid….Boss ko shaq tha ke Bangkok mein hamarey dushman shayad tainaat rahengey….they will be waiting for us…ek bachchey ko khatrey ke beech le jaana unhoney munasib nahin samjha. Lekin Zaib, aaj tum Boss ke baarey mein itney sawaal kyun kar rahey ho? Kya ho gaya hai tumhey?
Angad looked away in hurt anger: Kyunki unhoney meri zindagi barbaad kar dee….he ruined my life, separated me from my family!
Matlab? Kartik looked shocked.
In a low, enraged voice, Zaib told Kartik all about his real identity, his past, his relationship with Kripa and Prateek….everything! He trusted Kartik like a brother so he didn't hesitate to reveal his past to him.
Kartik was amazed, shocked, flabbergasted: You mean Kripa is really your wife? And Prateek is ur kid? MY GOD! Lekin Boss ne itney saal tumsey jhooth kyun kaha? And who is Zaib? Why did he make you Zaib?
Yehi sab sawaal main unsey karna chahta hoon, Dost….buss Kripa poori tarah se theek ho jaye…Im going to leave this organization!
Kartik looked thoughtfully at Angad….he was still trying to reconcile to the fact that Zaib was actually Angad Khanna and not Zaib Akhtar! He knew it wasn't so easy to quit, to leave the Business of Crime. Once you were in it, your only exit was through Death! But he also knew GF was cooking up some plan to release him and Zaib from the business.
Kartik suddenly grinned and clasped Angad's hand warmly in his: Congratulations, Yaar! You got back you family! Mujhey yakeen hai ek din tum zaroor iss jurm (crime) ki duniya se bahut door hogay. Have faith in Big Boss! He wont destroy ur dreams!
Angad gave a wan smile, not convinced. Kartik laughed and slapped his back to lighten up the air: Goodnight, Bro! Take care of your little wife there! ……he winked and slanted his head at the sleeping Kripa.
Angad blushed, grinning widely: Of course I will, Good Night, Kartik! ….his heart leaped up at the word "wife" ….his wife Kripa was with him at last….after five years of separation. His pulse raced, his blood heated up.
He had administered the hot compress with a clinical mindset, but the sight of her nude body after 5 long years had stirred his senses incredibly. He was quite aroused, but he put a damper on his rising desire. He went near Kripa, checked her temperature for the hundredth time, then bent and softly kissed her forehead:
Goodnight, Wifey! Subah tak tum zaroor theek ho jaogi!
Then he sighed and settled down in the bed-sized couch on one side. He listened to the soft sounds of her steady breathing….as he dozed off from tiredness. He had barely slept a wink since he left the Hotel and was living in hiding, as a hunted man, on Stanley Island.
Around midnight, he was startled awake….sharp sounds came from the bed….gasping, moaning sounds. He jumped up and ran to Kripa….she was tossing her head, moaning loudly, thrashing wildly under the covers, trying to throw them off! She felt suffocated under the layers of covers…..in her delirious state, she dreamt that was drowning again in the covers….they were slowly strangling her! She cried out: ANGAD!
Angad bent over her with frantic worry: Kripa, kya hua? Kripaaa…..whats happening?
Angad…..Prateek…..she opened her eyes slightly, started shivering again! Prateek kahan hai?
He felt her temperature….it was sinking again….she was shaking violently, in the grip of some terrible shock, probably nightmares about the recent horrendous events in her life.
Angad swore roughly: Damn It, Kripa! I wont let you suffer again!
He quickly shed off his own clothes, climbed into bed with her and pulled her into his arms. Her body was cold again….he pressed her flush against his naked body, heating her up with his body warmth ! He pressed her head on his thick shoulder, while he stroked and caressed her arms and waist gently, softly soothing her with his husky whispers: Kripa, I love you! Main tumharey saath hoon, tumharey paas, main tumhara Angad hoon. tumhey darney ki koi zaroorat nahin. Im here with you, Sweetheart! I will take care of you forever! I will never leave you again…..
Gradually, her shivering ceased, she stopped shaking in the grip of her nightmare….. his warm touch, comforting embrace, soothing words seeped into her consciousness. She snuggled into his chest, settling down with a tremulous sigh. Her small hands crept around his shoulders, holding onto him, not to let go anytime soon.
Angad inhaled the musky fragrance of her bare skin….it was sweeter than any perfume. He was getting aroused again…..her soft, bare curves were pressed against his chest, her soft, creamy skin, the hills and valleys of her body tantalizing him, enticing him. He had found her at last after five long years. He raised her chin, staring at her beautiful face, pale, wan, but still the most gorgeous sight to him!
He whispered into her cheeks: Kripa….you are my LIFE….My WIFE! I LOVE YOU, BABY! He kissed her lips gently at first, then with a deepening passion. She moaned, half-awake and kissed him back eagerly. Her hands crept up, encircling his strong neck. Angad kissed her like a thirsty man in the desert, drinking from her lips, plunging inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness!
His hands wandered down her body restlessly, hungrily, tracing every soft curve, every dip and valley. He lifted his mouth and whispered again: Kripa, tum mera pehla aur aakhri pyaar ho….tum mil gaye ho…..mujhey aur kuchh nahin chahiye….Love me, Sweetheart! Make love to me!
She heard his voice in her dreamy state…and pulled down his lips again. They kissed passionately for a long time, their lips meeting, tugging, nibbling…then his mouth moved down to her ripe swells. He admired their fullness, appreciating the difference from when he had made love to her five years ago….he kissed the dark, burgeoning tips, then made love to them with his mouth. She moaned, shuddering and arching with pleasure at the tender suckling, tugging motions of his tongue and teeth. Her fingers dug into his hard shoulders with excitement! His fingers found her, arousing her, pleasuring her till she was ready to take him!
His hands parted her legs….his strong thighs between her slender ones….then he was sliding into her. He gasped and groaned loudly with utter bliss….she enveloped him so sweetly, her body welcomed him back…it was like coming home! She gasped with delight, crying out his name, welcoming him home! They were one at last! They moved urgently, wildly against each other….......she arched under him, crying out in ecstasy! She was warm, hot, melting with the heat of their passionate reunion! She wasn't cold anymore!
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