Short Story ~Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi [Plz see Pg 1] - Page 41

Waiting... Such longgg gaps 😕

One month since the update ya. 😕

now update plz
will be waiting

Originally posted by: Commelina

I am back. :)

this one is one hell awesome story. i m loving it. please try to update soon.

Chapter 15 : Tujhe Yaad kiya...Tera Naam Liya



Geet kept close to him as they came out of the station. Maan , she noticed was looking for something or more precisely someone. As they walked she was surprised when he passed the taxi line. Why was he not taking any taxi or auto. She saw as he waved to someone. And then he started walking faster leaving her behind. No. Not again. And she ran after him. He halted in front of a grey car. The owner of the car smiled at him and shook hands. She wasnt able to see his face as Maan was blocking her view and so she moved sidewards to see that person.
What was he doing here ?
She hadn't expected to meet him again. And to meet him like this. Here out of all places.
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The taxi stopped in front of the yellow house in Sector 3 , Salt lake , Kolkata. Aditya Kashyap rang the door bell and adjusted his glasses . He was both excited and nervous. Excited to meet his wife after a whole month. And nervous because it meant he would have to face his father - in -law. A father in law who despised him and did not even care to coat the hatred with sweet words. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the opening of the door.
'Jamai Babu ? But you were supposed to come tomorrow...E ki surprise !' the woman asked in her melodious voice opening the door wider. She was wearing a sea green bengal cotton sari over a white blouse whose sleeves ended at her elbows. Her black dyed hair had been tied up in a bun . The wide open kohl lined eyes and parted lips spoke of her surprise.
'Surprise !' whispered Adi while bending down to touch her feet. ' Pishi Maa...How are you? I took an early morning flight. Wanted to surprise you all. Didnt you like it?',he asked while straightening up.
'Oh I loved it. Come inside. Piku would be delighted to see you . As it is half of the time she keeps dreaming about you.',Jayita(Pishi Maa) said while closing the door. Her red bangles and white shankhas clunked aginst each other drawing attention to her hands.
Adi smiled.So his little wife missed him and yet would never accept.

He followed her into a well furished large living room where he saw his father in law sitting in a plush chair reading some book.
'Bijoy Dada..see who is here..Jamai Babu has come.' , Jayita spoke drawing her brother's attention towards them.
Bijoy Mukhopadhya looked up from his book , removed his spectacles and kept it on the nearby table . Then very slowly kept the book on the same table and then simply stared at the visitor who was both unexpected and unwanted. Adi met his father in law's gaze which was devoid of pleasure at seeing him. He simply touched his feet and then asked,' How are you Baba ?'
'Alive , I suppose .', came the reply.
Jayita,surprised at the acerbic tone of his brother asked. 'Dada e ki bolchisch tumi?' (What r u speaking brother ?)
Adi had been used to this tone now.
'Ofcourse you are alive.Nowadays people dont die so young. After all you are not more than 75 ,right Baba',he answered back. He met his father in law's eyes and as expected he was being glared at. Bijoy opened his mouth to speak something to remind his son in law his place but his sister cut him by saying,'Adi you should go upstairs , Piku is in her room. Go and surprise her. Till then i will get ready your breakfast.'
and then she turned towards her brother .' Dada Eikhane boshe ki korchisch? Ja dokane thake sandesh nie aye'
(Brother what are you doing sitting here . Go and get sandesh (bengal sweets ) from the market)
'Why should I go ? Send one of the servants.'
'The servants are busy. I need them in the kitchen. Go now ', she commanded.
Adi was in awe of the lady . Her respect in his eyes rose a thousand times. After all not everyone and anyone could order Bijoy Mukhopadhyay, the retired High court judge.
As he rose to leave for upstairs he remembered something and then opened his bag's chain to take out two boxes wrapped in a beautiful gift paper. He gave the bigger box to Pishi Maa and then reluctantly forwarded a smaller box to Bijoy who made no movement to accept the gift. Adi gave out a defeated sigh and then keeping the box on top of the book that Bijoy had been reading a while ago he left the room.
Three years and he hadnt been fully accepted by his wife's one and only family whereas Pinky had his family wrapped around her little finger. He couldn't say but it did hurt. It somehow made him feel that he had failed his wife.
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'Dada..why would you behave like that with him?',Jayita demanded an answer.
'The fact that he married my daughter without my permission is more than enough a reason.'
'Do not forget Piku loves him. It was her own decision. She wasnt coerced into it. You need to let go . Keeping grudges will take you nowhere. ' ,she tried knocking some sense into her stubborn brother and when she did not get any response she left for the kitchen.
No. He was never going to let go. He tolerated that Kashyap boy only because of his daughter. To accept him was impossible. How can he accept a non Bengali , non vegetarian boy as his son in law. That boy dint even have a govt job. He rose from his chair ready to pick up his book when his eyes landed on the gift box. What could be inside that? Must be some stupid gift. After all what did that non bengali boy knew about him to give him useful gifts. He tore open the gift paper and opened the box only to be surprised by his choice of gift.
Inside that box was his favourite novel .Nostonirh by Rabindranath Tagore and therein lay a small note on which was scribbled
To my dearest Baba from his not so dear son.
He was stumped. He quickly reminded himself that he hated that non bengali boy.
But he also knew he couldnt ignore the warmth that spread in his heart.
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Adi entered the room to hear her voice floating in the room.
'Aye mere humsafar...ek jara intezaar..'
Pinky and her love for romantic songs. She was taking her bath perhaps. He looked in the direction of the washroom and a huge poster of Hrithik roshan on the bathroom's door stared back at him. The framed certificates won in different singing competitions were hung on the wall. He looked at the bed where a large bunny sat alone. Throwing his bag in a corner , he stretched himself on the bed waiting for his wife meanwhile listening to her musical voice.
'Ab hai judaai ka mausam ...do pal ka mehmaan..'
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Adi felt someone making patterns on his chest. And then soon enough he felt something wet on his cheeks. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him intently. She had properly settled herself over placing his arms around her and her wet hair fell on his face as she bent to kiss his forehead slowly brushing his nose with her own. She kissed his one cheek and then the other. Each time she moved closer her wet hair met his face. He waited for the meeting of their lips but it didnt come. She was back to staring at him. And then very slowly she whispered in his ears
' mujhe tumse hain kitne gile...tum kitne din baad mile
kyon kyon kyon
bolo itne din kya kiya ' It took a moment for him to realize that she was singing a song. His wife was on top of him . Her face barely inches awy from him. They hadnt been together since a month and ignoring the primary needs she was singing a song! He looked into her eyes to reakise she was teasing him .
Very well he loved this game.
He pressed her further to himself and sang ,' Tera naam liya...tujhe yaad kiya...tujhe yaad kiya ...tera naam liya.'
'ghar ki safai ki?'.she threw him a question.
He answered .'Nahi'
She pouted ,'Nahi?'
He shrugged.
'Plants ki patai ki?' . She asked again.
'Nahi.'
'Nahi?'
'Nahi'
'Toh phir kya kiya kya kiya kya kiya?'
'Tera naam liya..tujhe yaad kiya ...tera naam liya tujhe yaad kiya' and before she could realize what happened , their positions were changed and he was lying on top and she was under him and before she could say something he took her lips into his ownfor a slow yet passionate kiss.

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A.Note
Hey there !
I know after waiting for over a month you do not expect to read about Adi n Pinky. But then thats why I have two updates for you. Maan - Geet in the next chapter.
Do let me know if you liked my Adi n Pinky. I have done a few changes to their character. But the faces are same as in GHSP. That last part of the chapter wherein we have a small intimate scene, please forgive me if it hasnt come out well. This is the first time i have written something like this and there are high chances that it turns out flat. The second thing about the update is Bengali isnt my mother tongue. I have written the dialogues bases on my knowledge gained by listening to people talks. So if there is a mistake do let me know.
I hope when you read this chapter you do not feel that you wasted your time.
:)

Chapter 16.Piya Ki Gali
Geet glanced at the door nervously and then quickly averted her eyes. He was still there talking to her husband. But to her relief he wasnt looking at her. He was as immersed in the talk as Maan seemed to be.
She moved closer to the door and listened as Maan invited him but he politely declined. He bade good bye to Maan and was ready to leave but then he looked straight at her with uncertain yet curious eyes and then he gave her a hesitant smile after which he was gone.
Hesitant or non hesitant . His smile was still beautiful.
She was gazing at the floor thinking about the time when she had seen him first but the bolting of the door drew her out of her thought. She looked up to see Maan standing in front of her.
Then it dawned on her. She was finally in her husband's house. To be precise husband's flat. And there was nobody else just him and her within these four walls. And he was staring at her as if trying to burn her down with his gaze. Ignoring his stare she gave him a small tentative smile.
Oh ! She could feel it. The fast rythm that her heart had picked up .
Lub dub pause lub dub pause lub dub ...
He moved towards her and the only thought in her mind was he was her husband. They were alone. In his house. He could do anything and everything. Okay now how to knee a man at his private place. But he was her husband . How many days can she survive by kneeing him. Whatever... if he comes near she would just faint and like he said he hates fainting princesses. She was just 21 and too young to become a wife in real terms. Thats it he is near. Just a little more and she would act as if she has fainted. The kneeing idea has to be saved for more crucial times. Maan came to a halt a few inches away from her and saw the myriad of emotions pass her face.
She was making a weird face and was ready to faint. Oh ! She could faint as much as she wanted but before that he had to tell her something.
'That is my bedroom.',he said while pointing towards a room.
'The following thing is over so do not follow me into that room. You stay here while I freshen up. After I get ready you can use the room.'
And he went away locking himself in that room leaving her alone in that hall.
Gone was the boy who had given her his ice cream . Or the boy who had teased her. Instead there was a man who left no chance to be rude to her. There were high chances that he didnt even remember her.
As she stood alone , she utilized the time to admire her new house. The entrance door led to a long and spacious hall which had been turned into a drawing room.
A three seater leather sofa sat in the middle of the room and an oval glass table was placed in front of it. On the table were placed a few business magazines. There was a wash basin in the corner of the hall , to the right of the basin was a closed door. And she opened it to see that it led to a narrow balcony. The hall was soon flooded with sunlight. From the balcony she saw similar flats like hers interspersed in the compound. Leaning against the iron rails, looking down, she saw that a man in a vest and lungi was talking on phone standing in his own balcony. He was a conversing in another language .It had to be either Tamil or Telegu.Soon he disconnected the call and was staring into oblivion. She heard a female voice calling him inside. 'Coming Meera... ',he said while going inside.
She too came inside the hall and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She was looking terrible in messy hair and fac covered in dirt. She needed the freshening up more than him. Walking back to her luggage ,she took out her toothbrush and paste and was ready to brush her teeth when his door opened.

He was wearing a white shirt over charcoal black trousers. His hair was wet and had been combed way from his forehead in sleek manner. The sleeves had been folded upto his elbows. He looked at her and then said,'You can use the room now.' and then made his way towards a closed door.While he opened the door, she peeked over him to see that it was a kitchen,small but clean.
She walked back to the wash basin in the hall to brush her teeth.
Maan ,meanwhile tore open the milk packet that they had bought on their way to pour it in a vessel. And let it boil on the gas. On the other stove he placed a sauce pan to boil water for some coffee. He was running late. And he needed his morning coffee. He preferred black but then drinking black coffee in an empty stomach wouldn't be good idea.
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The wash basin in the hall was placed diagonally to the kitchen. So as Maan turned his head ,he caught his wife looking at her reflection in the mirror lost in her own thoughts. He turned back to his coffee making.
'You are going somewhere ?'
Maan was wearing his shoes over the socks when he heard her question. She was standing in front of him.
'Hmm. Going to office. '


'I will be staying here alone ?'
He kept tying his shoe lace without bothering to answer.
'When do you come back?'
'When the office gets over.',he answered while getting up from the sofa and walked towards the wash basin. He took a last glance at his face in the mirror and then picked up his laptop bag to leave for the office.
'Close the door properly and dont open the door unless it is me.', he said while picking up his bike keys and then left for his office.
Geet after closing the door turned around with tears in her eyes. She didn't like him at all. He wasn't what she expected him to be.
If she would be truthful to herself , it was quite obvious that he didnt like her.
The bell rang twice. Who could it be ? Her heart came to her mouth. All those episodes of crime patrols started revolving in her mind. The bell rang again. She quickly looked through the peeping hole and sighed in relief. It was Maan.
As soon as she opened the door, he rushed to his room.
Maan opened a small drawer in his cupboard. And found what he had come for. He came to the hall and gave it to his wife.
'This is a spare sim card that I have. The mobile would like to be put in use instead of locked up inside a suitcase. Activate it now.'
He then took out a pen and wrote down his mobile number on the front page of the magazine kept on the table.
'This is my mobile no. Call only when its necessary. I have kept the food packet in the fridge. You can eat if you want'
He then stood there deciding about something , pinching the bridge of his nose and then spoke ,' I m going to lock the house from outside. '
Geet looked at him with confusion in her eyes.
' I m not going to do this everyday. Its just for today.'
' I come back at 7 in the evening and you should be as fit and fine at that time as you are now.'
And then he was gone. The door was again being bolted but this time from outside.
He was strange.

Geet pulled her luggage to his room . There was a large bed placed against the wall. The walls were painted in white. An A.C was fitted in the window to the left of the bed. A small table was placed next to the table on which a mobile stand was placed. A small L.C.D television was hung on the wall.
She opened her suitcase to take out her things.The first thing she did was to unwrap the mobile. A Samsung Galaxy. This was her first personal mobile. Back at home, she used her mother's mobile. As most of the time she used to be at home so buying two mobiles to be kept at home was a waste of money.
She quickly activated the phone and then ran to the hall to save the first no. In her mobile.
Maan-9876543210

She took her clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
She had never been comfortable to take bath anywhere else except for her own. And since she had watched some Savdhaan India episodes , she had become extra alert. She checked the bathroom for some non existent hidden cameras. And not finding any cameras still could not satisfy her. So she decided to listen to music to relax her mind, before taking a bath. Switching on the TV she tuned into one of the music channels.
'Ajnabee mujhko itna bata ...dil mera kyun pareshaan hai'
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Later when she went to take a bath , she had increased the volume of the TV so that she did not feel alone in the house.
As she stood under the shower, the song reached her ears.
' O piya O piya leke doli aa
chaloon main teri gali
chaloon main teri gali
Piya ki gali toh
lage jag se bhali jag se bhali
O piya O piya
le ke doli aa '