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Reliving IPK ...
Episode 163
Girnay say daryiaga maat ...
She is leaving, celebrating a major victory. A light but insistent hand on her shoulder stops her in her tracks. He has just been ambushed and outgunned in a most childish, most juvenilely exasperating manner.
With five pairs of expectant eyes trained on him, two of which infuriate him no end, but also ones he cannot seem to deny anything to, he had relented ...The Sangeet for the wedding is back on.
His words are brittle sharp, spurring her ... Har jeet ki baat, itni jaldi ? A little too premature, in her victory celebration, is she not ? Such hubris and that too from someone who stumbles every time he turns around ...Vaisay toh tumhari aadat hai, par iss baar competition may girna maat, mein sambhalnay nahin aaoonga, he taunts, reminding her once again, of their fantastical journey. The fact that he says it, which in itself is an assurance that he will never let her fall.
He turns to leave, tripping on the carpet, he stumbles forward ... She leans in instantaneously, bending, grabbing him, and wrapping both her hands around his upper arm, not letting him fall. Their eyes lock in a timeless promise ...
Falling ...
A nasty, brutal, unexpected, kick to the gut, knock the wind out of you, skin your soul kind of push to the ground ...
A young boy who fell, who was knocked to his knees so brutally, so inconceivable ... Whose wound was so deep, so debilitating, so paralyzing, that he didn't think he could ever move. But he did get up, because he had no choice. He did not limp, his knees did not tremble, he did not stagger ... He ran ...
He ran ... Not looking back ... But never fast enough ... Never far enough ... No matter how hard he pushed, his dark past easily nipped at his heels, breathed down his neck ... Shadowing him, toying with him, mocking him, dragging him in a menacing, gleeful, sinister game.
A deep rooted fear, ingrained in memory fear of falling ... Over the years, he has forced it back ... Fought viciously to keep it a hairs breadth away. He has gritted over and over again ... Will not be pushed down ... Will not stumble ... Will not fall ... Cannot fall ... He has gritted with every ounce of determination in him ... Knowing fully well that if he falls now, he will not be able to get up ...
Falling ...
A bottomless fall ... Deeper and deeper ... A gentle slide to unknown depths ... A mesmerized slip into a magical world ...
A young man who fell ... He looked into her eyes and his world shifted ... Shuddered to its foundations ... He fell the moment he met her ... He may have saved her from a fall, but it was he who has been falling since ... A free fall ...A journey to an unknown realm ... He fought just as hard ...Just as determinedly as the first time around ... Flailing , grasping, trying to stop, but unable ...
And now, when he stumbles, someone is right by his side to buttress him, to support him, just as he has shouldered her weight all those times before. Someone who looks into his eyes and assures, who soothes, who promises ... Do not be scared to fall ... I will be there. Someone he knows he can trust ...
Her hands around his biceps are warm, her hold light, firm ... Shoring him ... Her light steadying hold sends deep ripples of fierce tenderness, a hungry desire coursing through them ... She will always be there ... A man who has all his life adult life looked out for others, finds himself a fervent champion.
Their eyes lock in a beautiful unfeigned moment, A promise of unwavering devotion, from her, from him ...
The moment does not last long ... Not because she denies this animated, living, pulsating thing between them ... It is undeniable, she know that ... But it is because she feels its strength, that she camouflages it in rebellious condescension ... Aap girnay say daryiaga maat, kuonki hum aapko sambhal laygay, kuonki hum Lucknow say hai, jahan par jeetnay valy haarnay valon ki maadat kartay hai.
Before he can react, she launches full scale, explaining to him, with immense pleasure, the reason for her hubris. Han, Han ... she interrupts him, silencing him with her palm. He can save his breath, she know exactly what he is going to say.
Had they been in Lucknow, she would have brandished the numerous trophies she has accumulated right in his face ... Jis tahraha ki jeet ki humay tajurba hai, aap ooska aandaza bhi nahin laga saktay ... Jahan pay aapka yeh What the khatam hota hai, vahan pay humaray thumkay shuroo hotay hain, she informs him smugly ... If he wasn't terrified earlier of her immense talent, that should set him straight !
Wha ??? His head reels ... What is she talking about ?!?
Hugely pleased with her bold speech, she stalks off, grinning. Throwing all caution to wind, in the living room, she continues to tangle with him silently, baiting him with her eyes, provoking him with her smug jabs, pushing him completely to the edge of his patience.
He follows her as she is leaving, intent on giving her a piece of his mind.
Now that they are alone, she has an instantaneous memory recall ... She remembers, her courage draining out of her like hot air from a balloon ...Can't mess with him and not expect to get squished like a bug ...
Khushi ! He calls, seeing her feet pick up pace.
No response ...If she ignore him, pretends she didn't hear him ...Maybe she can survive ?
Khushi ! He hollers, still advancing towards her, Kitini baar kaha hai tumsay, when I'm talking to you, don't walk away !
Salvation ! Small mercies ! Loop hole !
Chal toi nahin saktay ... Our clever girl, clutching her basta, breaks out in a run as though being chased by the devil himself ... Par hum bhag toh saktay hain na ?
He is left staring at the dust cloud she has kicked up in her wake, completely and utterly stumped.
At home, danger of the real kind lurks ... Hiding behind curtains, peeping though windows, evil watches, his eyes glazed over with lust, his heart filled with a dark covetous desire ...
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