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PART 57
NAHIN…..YEH NAHIN HO SAKTA…..she gasped with shock….with heaving breaths…..YEH MEREY PITAA NAHIN HAIN…..NO….HE CAN'T BE MY DAD! EK KHOONI…..EK DON… MEREY DAD NAHIN HO SAKTEY!
She pushed Angad away with all her force, turned around and ran from the room….tears gushing from her eyes, tears of shock, of pain…of realizing who she was, where she came from…….that the man she hated was actually her father!
Kripa ran into her room and closed the door, leaning against the door, drawing deep breaths, devastated, shocked out of her wits. All this time, she had wished and hoped to find her birth-father someday….find him with the help of her mother's photograph….that single name inscribed there: Rishi. Never had she imagined that it would come to this! That her father would turn out to be a Mobster, a Don! Perhaps that's why her mother had left him. She hated him now…..he was a criminal….he had made Angad a criminal like him….and now Angad's life was in danger…he was the target of both the Law and the Mumbai gang…all because of ….Godfather. NOOO….she could not tolerate that…..her father was a Underworld Don. That Prateek's grandfather was a Gangster! NO….THERE HAD BEEN SOME TERRIBLE MISTAKE. THIS MAN COULDN'T BE HER FATHER!
She cried at the cruel game Destiny had played with her!
Angad banged hard on the door: KRIPAAA, DARWAZA KHOLO…..BAAT KARO MUJHSEY. PLEASE…..KRIPAAAAA….
She opened the door slowly, wiping her eyes and walked away. Angad entered looking worried, he went after her and turned her around. Clasping her cold hands in his, he looked earnestly at her: Kripa, meri baat suno…..I know this is a shock for you….lekin poora sach jaaney baghair tum kaisey faisla le sakti ho?
Her head jerked up: POORA SACH? TUM KABSEY JAANTEY HO? .
Angad looked guilty: Mujhey do din pehley pata chala…..main batana chahta tha….lekin….
Tumhey pata chala aur tumney MUJHEY nahin bataya? Merey jeevan ka itna bada sach? Kya hamarey rishtey mein sachchai ke liye koi jagah nahin? Why do you keep secrets from me? She accused him angrily
Godfather's voice intervened: Kripa Beti, ismein Angad ka koi dosh nahin…..mainey hi usey manaa kiya tha…..wo toh tumhey tabhi batana chahta tha lekin mainey usey kasam dilayi…..
Kripa glanced behind Angad, looking angrily at the man who was supposed to be her birth-father. She didn't want to talk to him….she turned her face away from him, feeling hurt, betrayed, confused and angry.
She turned around and walked out to the terrace through the French doors. Angad stalled Godfather from following her: Uncle, main usey samjha doonga. Mujhey thoda waqt deejiye.
Godfather nodded, a deep hurt and longing in his eyes, pained at the rejection from his daughter, yet he understood her feelings. How could she tolerate her father being a Mob Boss? He left the room.
Angad followed her to the terrace…..she was staring out at the brilliant midday sea with unseeing eyes….brooding on the absurdity of life. She was married to an assassin, daughter of a Don, her husband who wasn't really her husband was murdered by gangsters! What else could go wrong?
Kripa, please samajhney ki koshish karo…Uncle tumharey Dad hain…wo tumhey bahut chahtey hain"
.Angad touched her shoulder, she spun around furiously : Don't try to take his side! Just because hes your BOSS! Har baar unki tarafdaari mat karo!
Angad looked hurt: Really Kripa! Tumhey pata nahin tum gussey mein kya keh rahi ho! Im not defending your Dad. I understand what hes going through because I AM A DAD TOO! Main bhi apney betey ke pyaar ke liye taras raha hoon! Uncle kya mehsoos kar rahey hain main achhi tarah samajhta hoon! Wo tumhara pyaar paaney ke liye taras rahey hain….ek baar tumharey zubaan se "Papa " sunney ko betaab hain"
Betaab MY FOOT! ….Kripa bristled like a prickly pear: Kahan the wo itney saal? Kabhie meri khabar kyun nahin lee? Kabhie dhoondney ki koshish kyun nahin kiya? Meri Mummy ko uss haalat mein akela kyun chhod diya? Jab Mama paani mein doob gayi thi uss waqt wo kahan the? Mama ke saath kyun nahin the…jab main paida huyi? Itney saalon mein kabhie mujhey dhoondney ki koshish nahin kee ….ab badey aaye pyaar jataney! Wo hargiz merey pitaa nahin….merey pitaa toh Papa hain….Suryabhan Sharma, jinhoney meri parvarish kee….iss aadmi ko main nahin jaanti aur naa hi jaan-na chahti hoon"
Angad smiled sadly : Yehi sawaal Prateek bhi mujhsey ek din karega. When he was born, I wasn't with you two! Janam se lekar aaj tak wo sirf Josh ko hi apna Papa maanta aaya hai…he knows only Josh as his Dad. Kal wo bhi mujhsey kahega main uskaa koi nahin lagta…kuchh bhi rishta nahin hai merey saath…..
Angad's voice broke and trailed off in dejection.
Kripa looked into his tearful eyes and relented : Angad, tumhari baat alag thi……tumhey kuchh yaad nahin tha…..you lost your memory…..tumney jaan bujhkar mujhey toh nahin chhoda tha. Sab Kismet ka khel tha….
KISMAT? Angad laughed out mockingly: Kismat nahin, Kripa……yeh sab uss Haiwaan ka kaam tha ……..jin logon ne merey ghar ko jalakar mujhey tumsey alag kiya tha….unhi logon ki Vajeh se Uncle ko Jurm ka raasta apnana pada. Because of them, he lost you and his wife! Tum unhey apna kissa sunaney ka mauka toh do……
Waah-waah, kya excuse hai…Kripa scoffed with a cynical laugh: .Damodar ki vajeh se unhey apney biwi-bachchey ko chhodna pada?
Nahin Kripa…..Damodar ke khooni nazron se bachaney ke liye Uncle ne tumhari Mummy ko Mussorie bheja….aur tumharey baarey mein Doctors ne unsey jhooth kaha….ke unka bachcha zinda nahin hai….he didn't know his child was alive, he didn't know you were alive, Kripa, nahin toh wo tumhey kahin se bhi dhoond nikaltey!
Kripa was silent for a while, gazing at the sea…..her mind in turmoil. Her conscience urged her to give Godfather a chance to explain why he was missing from her life for so many years….but her heart and mind rebelled against the thought of forgiving him.
Angad held her stiff shoulders from behind: Kripaa. Main jaanta hoon tumhey bahut bada sadma laga….but I know you are a fair person….you will give him a chance. Tumney mujhey maaf kar diya….apney Dad ko bhi ek mauka do….apna haal bayaan karney ka…Just listen to him ONCE!
Kripa turned around slowly: Theek hai…..Main sunney ko tayyar hoon…..lekin mujhsey kuchh expect mat karna.
That's my girl! Angad smiled and brushed her cheeks tenderly. Ab chalo merey saath" he took her hand and led her to the Study.
Prateek came running up to them : Mamaaa….Nani ki tasveer mil gayi….yeh dekho… ( he triumphantly handed over the framed photo to Kripa)
She bent and kissed his cheeks: Thanks, Beta, you are the BEST!….lekin tumhey kahan se mili?
Nanu ne diya…(he pointed towards Godfather who was standing near the Study door, smiling tenderly at the little boy)
Nanu? …..Kripa paled a little, realizing Prateek was calling him Grandpa.
Haan, wo toh merey Nanu hain…..Nani Masi ne bataya …..
Ohhh! Kripa realized Prateek didn't know the truth……he was just calling Godfather Nanu because of his age.
Okay, Beta…Angad lifted up Prateek in his arms......tum jaakar Nani Maasi ke saath khelo…..hum abhi aatey hain…
Angad carried him into the kitchen, asking Kalyani Aunty to look after him for some time, while they discussed the past.
Kripa walked towards Godfather…..they looked at each other silently for a long time. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time…..because now she was perceiving him as her birth-father. The father that she had tried so hard to find….the father who had probably deserted her mother when she was pregnant!
His eyes were moist with suppressed affection. He longed to embrace her….call her name, address her as "daughter" but he could see the hostility and anger in her eyes! He hoped that after hearing his account of the past, she would understand and forgive him!
Godfather indicated the door silently with his hand…..Kripa walked in and stared for a long time at her mother's portrait on the wall. Mama was so pretty, so full of life…..but her life was cut off short so rudely, so horribly! She wished her mother were alive today….that she could see her daughter, her grandson. Kripa wiped her eyes silently and sat down on an armchair, expecting Godfather to start his explanations. Angad entered the room and shut the door, he pulled up a chair next to Kripa….but Godfather remained standing, looking up at his wife's painting as he commenced with his story….the whole turbulent saga of how he became Rishabh Bajaj from Rishi Aggarwal….
25 years ago
Rishi Aggarwal, a tall, handsome young man, freshly graduated from the Institute of Hotel Management, stepped into the elevator of Hotel Majestic in West Borivli, with a spring in his step. He was grinning from ear to ear..….he had just got his first job. It was a 4-star Hotel but good enough for a start! The owner of the Hotel, Hyder Ali, had interviewed him….alongwith the Manager and Head of Housekeeping. Rishi had applied for the job of Assistant-Manager….and he GOT IT! Mr. Ali had been very impressed by Rishi's academic qualifications, his zeal and enthusiasm and smart, witty replies.
You are HIRED! He announced, beaming at the young man approvingly. You can join right from tomorrow! Welcome to the Majestic team, Mr. Aggarwal!
Thank You, Sir! Thank You! Rishi grinned, shaking his hand….
Mr. Ali was a middle aged man in his early 60s, tall, thin, gaunt, slightly frail-looking. He had bought the Hotel 15 years ago and made it prosper under his ownership. But lately he hadnt been keeping well due to various ailments. He needed extra people to run the Hotel smoothly so he hired an Assistant Manager. He had also called his nephew from Dubai to help him run the Hotel.
My nephew will be joining us tomorrow…wo Dubai se aaya hai…yahan Hotel Management ka kaam seekhney aur meri madad karney ke liye. Mera bhanja hai…..Mr. Ali informed all in the Conference room.
Mr. Aggarwal, aap khud kaam sambhalney ke saath saath merey bhanjey ka bhi madad karna. He is still learning the ropes. Be his Guide and Tutor!
Of course Sir! It will be my pleasure! Rishi was all smiles….he couldn't wait to rush back home and give the great news to his retired father.
He took the bus back to his little house in Shivaji Nagar. Mr. Somesh Aggarwal, his father, was a retired College Professor . His wife had passed away 5 years ago, Rishi was his only child and the center of all his hopes and aspirations. And he hadnt been disappointed, Rishi had graduated with flying colors. And now he had his first job…..Rishi walked into his house with a box of sweets and touched his father's feet, giving him the good news! Somesh was overjoyed: Jeetey raho Beta! Jug Jug jiyo…..mujhey tumsey yahi ummeed thi! He blessed his son happily.
Bhagwan ki kripa se tumhey ab naukri bhi mil gayi! Ab tumhari shadi karva doon toh mera kaam samapt hoga"
Pitaajee…..abhi se shadi ki baat mat keejiye……abhi abhi toh naukri lagi hai…mujhey aur bhi tarakki karna hai….aur ooncha uthna hai…phir shadi ke baarey mein sochoonga"
Jaisi tumhari marzi, Beta! Lekin sach poochho toh mera mann karta hai bahu ke haath ka khana naseeb mein ho….yeh Shanta Bai ke pakaan kha khakar toh peit mein rog ho gaya hai" Both father and son laughed….
Shanta Bai was their cook and housekeeper. She was a terrible cook and a loud-mouthed woman. They only tolerated her because Rishi's mother had hired her and left the two men in her care. Shanta Bai thought she owned the house and ran it like a dictator!
Don't worry, Papa, main shadi zaroor karoonga….lekin itni jaldi nahin! Rishi laughed and went up to his room.
The next day he left for work by the early bus, looking well-groomed and sophisticated in a grey suit and tie, all ready to report for duty. The Manager, Mr.Awasthi, showed him around, acquainting him with the rest of the Staff, giving him a tour of the ten-storied Hotel. It was built in a fabulous location with great views of the Arabian Sea from the top-floor windows. The Hotel was rapidly becoming popular amongst foreign and domestic tourists because of its proximity to the Resorts near the Creek. It was reasonably-priced, yet desirably located.
Rishi was soon engrossed in his work, supervising, managing Hotel Staff, reservations, catering, looking after Guests' needs. He ran around all day, upstairs, downstairs, zipping up and down in the lift. In the afternoon, he was taking some papers up to Mr. Ali's Office to sign when he bumped into a tall figure stepping out of the Office. He looked up, apologizing swiftly. A tall, fair, very good-looking young man was standing in front of him, smiling in a friendly fashion. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes and a charming smile.
Hello there! I am Zaib! Zaib Akhtar! And you must be Rishi Aggarwal, our New AM …welcome aboard! Mamu ne mujhey sab bataa diya hai….aap merey Guide hain, Guru hain…rafeek hain!
Zaib held out his hand…..Rishi shook it in his strong grip, smiling broadly ….the two men liked each other on sight….a rapport was formed right away!
Mr. Ali summoned them into his Office and introduced them formally….Zaib grinned: Youre too late, Mamu….hamari jaan pehchaan toh ho chuki….kyun Rishi? Can I call you Rishi ?
Of course! Rishi grinned…..although Zaib was several years younger than him, he didn't mind being called by first name.
Ali was very pleased that the two men had struck up a rapport right away: Zaib beta….tum Rishi se sab kuchh seekh lo. Aagey jaakar tumhey yeh Hotel sambhalna hai, Hotel Management course ke saath saath practical kaam karna bhi seekh jaogey.
Jee, Mamu….isiliye toh yahan aaya hoon…..Kaam seekhney aur phir….suna hai Hindustan ki ladkiyan bahut khubsoorat hoti hain……Zaib chuckled wickedly.
Ali Uncle shook his head and laughed: Dekho Zaib, yahan kuchh ulta seedha mat karna….yaad rakhna, yahan ke sab employees merey bachchon jaisey hain.
Mamu aap pareshan mat hona….main toh mazaak kar raha tha….jo kuchh bhi karna hai Hotel ke baahar hi karoonga"
Ali shook his head again and sighed: Tu kabhie nahin sudhrega….zyada gadbad kee toh terey Ammi ko phone per bataa doonga"
Please Mamu, aisa mat karna…gazab ho jayega…Ammi uss Naaz ke saath mera nikaah kar dengi…phir main kahin ka nahin rahoonga….Zaib shook in fake fear! Abhi toh merey khelney koodney ke din hain!
Rishi was enjoying the funny argument between uncle and nephew, grinning, laughing.
Zaib was the son of Hyder Ali's sister…..he was 21 years old, studying Hotel Management in Dubai. He had come to India for a few months' training under his Uncle to learn the ropes of managing a Hotel, with hands-on experience.
His father owned vast ancestral properties in and around Dubai. Zaib had dreams of building Hotels and Restaurants on these properties, hence he was pursuing Hotel Management Studies. He dreamt of owning and operating a chain of Hotels all around the world, including India. His Hyder Mamu had never married as he devoted his life to his Hotel…he didn't have any kids so he was going to bequeath the Majestic to his beloved nephew.
Rishi and Zaib worked together everyday, sometimes serious, sometimes jovial, laughing, sharing jokes about pretty ladies, in short being two young men in their early twenties with their whole lives and future ahead of them!
Zaib flirted quite a lot with the front-desk Receptionist Rupa whenever he got a chance…….Rishi teased him about it! Zaib teased Rishi about Mrs. Chopra in Housekeeping…….she had a major crush on Rishi and always tried to get close to him.
Their camarederie grew each day…..Rishi enjoyed work even more with his newfound friend/student. Zaib flourished and learned under Rishi's tutelage!
Mr. Ali was a great employer…..kind, compassionate, forthright, honest! He never allowed any illegal activities in his Hotel, had a strict moral code and implemented his principles in his establishment.
Three months later, it was time for Zaib to go home. He was quite sad leaving his new friend, his Mamu and the Hotel. But he was glad too that he would see his parents again: I hope Ammi iss baar mera nikaah na karvaa de……bahut dinon se koshish kar rahi hai"
Parents ka kaam hi hota hai, Yaar, shadi shadi karkey bachchon ke peechhey padey rehtey hain…..Rishi laughed….Merey Pitajee bhi insist kar rahey hain unkey kisi dost ki beti se shadi kar loon.
Toh harj kya hai Yaar? Chal, sooli per chadh jaa…..Zaib slapped his back.
They were out for a late night stroll after work.
Pagal hai, Yaar? Tu bhi na……abhi main shadi nahin karoonga….not so soon….Rishi protested.
Okay….lekin agar shadi kee toh mujhey zaroor bulana…..nahin toh main tujhey dekh loonga" Zaib threatened with his finger.
Suddenly, they heard a woman screaming: CHHOD DO MUJHEY….BACHAO….KOI HAI? PLEASE BACHAO…..
Both men ran around the corner…..3 hoodlums were trying to molest a woman returning late from work. They had pulled off her sari and were trying to push her down on the pavement. Rishi and Zaib both ran there without a single thought for their own safety. One of the goons had a knife, the other had a metal rod. But Zaib and Rishi jumped on them and beat them up. Both were strong young men….full of life and vigor…Rishi managed to knock the iron rod from the goonda's hand….Zaib was trained in Karate, he knocked down the knife from the other's hand with a chop of his wrist. The 3 hoodlums ran away when they saw their battle skills….Rishi picked up the sari and handed it to the sobbing woman: Aap kahan rehti hain? she cried and pointed in the direction of her house.
Chaliye, hum aapko ghar pahuncha detey hain"
The woman was extremely grateful: Bhaiyya, Thank you so much, aapney mujhey bacha liya…nahin toh aajkal koi bhi kisiki madad nahin karta….Thank you! Bahut bahut shukriya!
Yeh toh hamara farz tha, Behen…..Zaib quietly told her…..they chaperoned the woman home…..leaving her at the door.
They never asked her name…..she didn't ask theirs. It was just strangers helping a stranger….a human connection!
The 3 gangsters returned to their Boss and reported the two young men who had dared to oppose them in their territory.
The Boss fumed : Un saalon ki yeh majaal? Chalo Bhai, hum bhi dekhtey hain kaisa hain yeh do pehelwaan?
He sent two men to find out the identity of the two men who had dared to rescue a woman and beat up his men….in his locality!
Next day, Zaib hugged Rishi goodbye and left, promising to return after six months during his winter break.
Two days later, Ali summoned Rishi to his Office: Mussorie mein ek Hotelier's Conference honay wali hai. I want you to attend that and bring me all the information and updates. Be ready to leave tomorrow….the Conference is 2 days later….it will go on for 4 days….tum wahin per rehna….in Residency Hotel….tumhari booking sab karvaa diya hai. Your flight leaves at 7 pm tomorrow.
Rishi was thrilled....it was a great chance for further training: Alright, Sir! Thank you, Sir, for giving me the opportunity to attend the Conference.
Ali smiled slightly: Ismein Thanks kis baat ki…..tum aur Zaib hi toh ho jo aagey chalkar iss Hotel ko sambhalengey….meri sehat bhi theek nahin, Awasthi bhi agley saal retire karega. I want you to be ready to take over as Manager then……..
Rishi grinned, delighted that his dreams of promotion were going to be fulfilled so soon.
Of course, Sir! I appreciate your faith in me!
Rishi Aggarwal boarded the flight for Mussorie the next evening with a cheerful heart. Things were going exactly according to his plans of success at a young age!
[Rishi's story to be continued]
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