CHAPTER 2.
Maan reversed his car as he smiled. His son waved at him as he wandered towards his school gate. Maan watched Samar enter the school gate and he drove backwards. Then turning, Maan drove his car away from the school. It was only ten minutes later that Maan realised his son forgot his water bottle in the car. Uh oh! He turned the car around right away and drove towards the school. As he neared the school, his eyes widened as he watched a man in mask stuff a small boy into a van. The car neared the van and Maan watched it wide eyes that the boy was none other than his son.
"SAMAR!", Maan shouted as the van took off towards him and passed right by him. Maan turned the car sharply and followed the van. His heart thudded in his chest as he watched the van in front of him with hawk eyes. All he could think that he could not loose his son. Samar! Nothing should happen to his Samar!
The van exited the side roads and entered highway. Maan followed it into the highway where suddenly his way was blocked by two other cars. Maan pressed the accelerator and overtook the two cars. But after he overtook them, he was shocked to see no van around. Where did they go? As he looked around while lessening the speed of his car, his eyes caught a van exiting the side road. Unfortunately for Maan, by the time he noticed it, he had already drove ahead. He had to take a U-turn, drive back and take another U-turn to enter the side road. Hey Babaji! Where is a U-turn when you need it?
Arnav was in an important business meeting when his phone rang. The first thought was something wrong with his wife and his wife was calling him for help. But when he checked the phone, it seemed to be an unknown number. Arnav felt his anger mount. Who is the idiot disturbing me during my work? He cut the call but it again rang. When even after cutting it twice, the caller continued to call him, Arnav could not resist picking it up and barking into it, "What?" His employees winced and prayed for the poor soul who called ASR at such a wrong time.
"WHAT?", their boss roared and all employees looked up in shock. ASR seemed to pale and then not giving them a single glance, he stalked off. All employees glanced at each other wondering what happened. Pinky bit her lip worriedly as she watched ASR storm out of the conference room that was near to her reception counter. Pinky was quite friendly with Khushi and now wondered if she was ok. Hey Babaji! Jalebi ko sahi salamat rakhna!
"What do you mean she ran away?", Arnav snarled into his phone as he continued to speak on his phone.
"Sir! Please calm down! We will find her!", came the reply.
"Yeah right!", Arnav hissed and disconnected the call. As he fumed with anger, his wife's face flashed in his brain. The anger drained and in its place came worry. He hurriedly called his house number hoping that his wife would pick up. "Hello Khushi?", Arnav spoke up the moment the phone was picked up.
"Khushi nahi Chote! Hum tumhaari Di bol rahe hain!", Anjali spoke up.
"Di! Khushi kahaan hai?", Arnav asked abruptly.
"Arre Arre! Shaant Chote! Aisa kya kiya humaari bhabhi ne jo aap aise ukhadke unka naam le rahe hain?", Anjali teased.
"Di!", Arnav barked, "I am being serious! Where is Khushi?"
"Arre arre arre! Chote! Tum hum pe chilla rahe ho? Tumhein toh na Khushi Bhabhi hi sambhaalegi! Waise woh ghar par nahi hai!", Anjali replied.
Arnav took in a sharp breath. His Khushi is not at home? Oh no! Where is she?
"Kahaan hai woh di?", he muttered worriedly.
Anjali simply ignored his worried tone. Chote was always worried about Khushi! What's new!
"Chote! Ghabraao mat! Woh bas apne maayke gayi hai! Apni Bhabhi se milne! Don't worry! Uske gharwaale uska sahi khayaal rakhenge!", Anjali replied and Arnav heaved a sigh of relief. Phew! His wife was safe!
After saying goodbyes to his Di, Arnav cut the phone and headed back to the meeting.
Maan took the second U Turn and came back to the road he was travelling earlier. But now when the side road came, he turned right away and started looking around for the van. But after driving few minutes, he could not find it. The sideways was open road with no buildings on either side of road. Everywhere he turned there was nothing but vast fields of barren land. Where were they? Where was his son? Maan did not know that right then his wife was getting a phone call from his nemesis, Dev who was holding Samar hostage.
Maan continued to look around and felt relieved to finally see the van parked right outside a barn. He stopped his car and ran towards the barn not knowing that in the barn, not only was his son kept tied up but also his brother, Dev. Just as Maan reached the barn, he noticed a man on motorcycle escaping from behind. Maan did not give one look at the bike though. He was not here to fight. He just wanted his son back.
"Dad!", Samar cried out as he watched his father entered the barn. He bit his lip in worry. Hey Babaji! Yeh itne saare log! Aur mere ek hi dad! Chatni kardenge meri dad ki yeh log! Babaji! Help! But Samar could only watch with wide eyes as his father dispatched all the goons one by one. Samar counted the men on the floor with wide eyes. One, Two, Three, Four, Five... Five ke baad kya aata hai? Samar did not know. School mein uske aage nahi sikhaaya tha na! He counted atleast five people 3 times. So many people? Haw! Aur daddy ne sabki dhulaai ki? Hey Babaji! My daddy Superman!
"Daddy!", Samar squealed as his father reached him and hugged him. His father removed his bonds and pulled him into his arms.
"Tu theek haina?", Maan asked as he checked his son for injuries.
"Main theek hun!", Samar replied already the ordeal of being kidnapped forgotten as he watched his dad with wide eyes, "But Daddy... aapne kya dhulaai ki un logon ki! Wow Daddy! Aap toh superman ho! Nahi batman! Nahi Ironman! Nahi..."
Maan chuckled as he kissed his son's face again and again, "Mera sher puttar! Tu dara nahi na?"
Samar pouted, "Nahi Daddy! Main darr gaya tha! Jab uss aadmi ne mummy ko call kiya aur mummy pe phone pe rone lagi toh..."
Maan cut him off, "Mummy ko phone?", he looked at Samar with alarm. Geet must be so worried by now.
"Haan! Mummy!", Samar nodded as Maan pulled out his phone, "Mummy ko bahut bura bura bola usne! Aur pata hai? Aapki gaadi ki aawaaz sunte hi woh bhaag gaya!"
Maan looked up from his mobile sharply. Bhaag gaya? That must be the motorcycle fellow. Maan noticed his wife's missed calls but ignored it. He had to call someone else first. Maan called the Cops and informed them of what happened after which he called his wife.
"Maan? Maan!", Geet cried out, sobbing while talking, "Main kabse aapko call kar rahi hun! Aap utha kyun nahi rahe? Samar! Samar! Samar ko ..."
"Samar theek hai Geet! I am with him!", Maan cut her.
"Kya?", Geet shouted and Maan handed the phone to his son.
Samar started chatting on the phone, "Haan Mummy! Main theek hun! Daddy ke saath hun! Aapko pata hai Mummy, Daddy Superman hai! Kya fight karte hain!"
Maan pulled the phone from his son while chuckling. He even heard Geet chuckling, "Geet! Samar theek hai! Maine use kidnap hote hue dekh liya tha aur un logon ko follow kiya!"
"Hey Babaji!", Geet sobbed, "Aapne Dev se mere puttar nu bacha liya!"
"Dev?", Maan was shocked.
"Haan Maan!", Geet sounded shocked too, "Wahi kameena tha! Wahi aawaaz! Wahi bolne ka tareeqa! Woh Dev hi tha Maan! Phone pe mujhe Samar ko maarne ki dhamki de raha tha!"
Phone pe? Maan thought as he remembered the motorcycle fellow. It was Dev who escaped.
"Woh bach kaise gaya?", Maan spoke in worry.
"Pata nahi Maan, khaayi se neeche gir gaya, goli bhi khaayi, phir bhi bach gaya! Pata nahi kaise!", Geet continued to cry.
Just then Maan heard the police siren, "Dekho Geet! Police aagayi hai! Main abhi statement deke ghar aata hun!"
"Haan Maan!", Geet's sobs lessened a little, "Jaldi aayiye! Mennu apne puttar nu gale lagaana hai!"
Geet had just kept the phone and wiped her eyes when the phone rang again. She frowned and picked it up.
"Hello!", Geet spoke.
"Hello! Geet Bhabhi! Khushi hai kya wahaan?", came the voice of Arnav Singh Raizada. An hour had passed since the phone call to his house and even though Anjali assured him that Khushi was safe at Maan's house the fear of loosing his wife nagged him till he decided to call the Khuranas and talk to his wife. And now here he was, calling Khuranas to talk to his wife.
The fear of loosing her son made her forget about the deal she made with Khushi and Geet blurted out, "Nahi toh! Woh toh Mandir gayi hai!" Only after she blurted it out did she remember that Khushi had told her to lie for her. Hey Babaji!
"WHAT?", Arnav roared and Geet winced.
"But Bhabhi, she told Anjali Di she was going to meet you! Aur woh akele...Oh God! Kahin use kuch hogaya toh?", Arnav mumbled and Geet frowned. Use hogaya toh? Matlab?
"Arnavji! Sab theek haina?", Geet was worried now. Why was his voice sounding so scared?
"Kya bataaun Bhabhi? Kuch der pehle I got a phone call from the Mental Asylum where Annie had been for last 5 years. They say she escaped Bhabhi! She escaped!", Arnav sounded near panic and Geet felt the same too.
"Yahin nahi Bhabhi! The Police said that before escaping she was mumbling that she will kill Khushi!", Arnav blurted out and Geet turned pale. Hey Babaji! Pehle Dev kam tha jo ab Annie bhi faraar hai! Khushi! Hey Babaji! Khushi toh pet se hai! Use kuch kar diya toh...
"Bhabhi! Main mandir jaa raha hun! Aapse baad mein baat karta hun!" and the phone was hung up.
Geet sat on the sofa in shock. Hey Babaji! Khushi ko kuch nahi hona chaahiye! Arnav aur Maan hi nahi main aur Samar bhi toot jaayenge, agar Khushi ko kuch hua toh! Woh hum sabki jaan hai! Use kuch mat hone dena! Please! She waited nervously for her son and husband's arrival and also confirmation from Arnav that Khushi was alright.
Arnav drove the car at the top speed. He must have broken enough traffic signals but he did not care. Khushi! I hope you are ok! As he drove, he remembered how last week only he saw both his kids during the sonography. Oh God! If you exist, please keep my wife and children safe! They are yet unborn. Don't take them away before they even had the chance to enter this world! He realised that he was crying and wiped his eyes. No! I can think negatively! I cannot automatically assume that Annie had got Khushi! No! Khushi would be alright! As usual she must be complaining to her best friend, her Devi Maiyya about how he kept her at their house like a prisoner. He chuckled and tried Khushi's number, something he had been doing since talking to Geet. But as like every time, the call was not connecting. He remembered Khushi complaining about the no signal at Mandir area but still he continued to try her number hoping against hope that she was on her way home. He did not like the idea of her being away from home now that Annie had escaped. I hope you are alright Khushi!
Arnav reached the Mandir and got down. He walked towards the steps of the Mandir. The temple was actually on height with almost 20 steps to climb up and reach it. As he was about to climb the steps, Khushi appeared at the top of it.
"Khushi!", Arnav waved and smiled softly as his pregnant wife waved back. He heaved a sigh of relief. His wife was ok! But then he saw something that drained the blood from his face. His eyes widened in horror as Annie appeared right behind Khushi. Dressed in white top and pyjama, the uniform of mental asylum, hair looking tangled mess and face aged due to the mental suffering, Annie looked like psychotic killer out of a horror movie.
Annie gave him a smirk as she raised her hands. He realised what she was about to do and he shook his head. His wife frowned at this sudden change in his expression and was about to turn around when Annie pushed her.
"NO!", Arnav shouted as he watched Khushi loose her balance and then like a ragged doll she fell down the stairs.
"KHUSHI!", Arnav screamed as he climbed few steps and stopped her from falling down further. But his action was of no use because Khushi had unconscious and her head started bleeding furiously. People ran to see the commotion and in the commotion Annie vanished. But no one noticed her running away, as everyone was focused on Khushi.
"Khushi! Khushi!", Arnav tapped Khushi's cheeks but she did not wake up.
"Paani! Koi paani do!", Arnav shouted and someone passed him water bottle. He sprinkled some water on her face but she did not react. Just then one of the ladies in the crowd stepped ahead, "Excuse me! I am Doctor! I can help you!"
Arnav was shaken out of his thoughts and he nodded jerkily and moved aside to allow the Doctor to check. As she checked Khushi's pulse and then her stomach, the Doctor blurted out, "Oh My God! Her pulse is very weak! Iski jaan ko khatra hai! Aur bachcha bhi move nahi kar raha hai! I think you need to take her to Hospital right now! We can't even wait for Ambulance!"
Arnav nodded and picked his wife up. Pointing towards his car, the Doctor and Arnav walked towards it. The Doctor helped Arnav adjust Khushi in the back seat and slid in with her as Arnav climbed into the driving seat and drove away as Khushi and her unborn children's life hung in balance.
And Samar is saved!
But Khushi and babies' life is hanging in balance!
Ab kya hoga?
Will Khushi and Arnav loose their babies?
That is for me to know and you to find out when I next update!
Thank you, take care and have fun,
Kalpana
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