SS Ankahee: For Kanta(Divan) the end part 15-pg40 - Page 20

so bani had vision and she can touch things in her vision and she had the vision only when jai was touchin her ,, it seems he makes her vision more vivid,, u had me on the edge of the sit and then u let me fall off by stoppin 😆 pls continue soon really enjoyed ur update

Ranjana,

Nice update....So Bani is finally able to make out Pushkar's wher eabout..... I hope Jai is able to trace him in time.

Ranjana,

Another beautiful update!!👏👏 Loved it to the bits! His desperate attempt to find her n his outburst after seeing her shows how much he is concerned about her . He has some feelings for her…..he can't see her in pain….the way he apologized her was kinda cute….bani had strong vision about Pushkar's condition ....hope he finds pushky... Waiting for the next part…

Ammu.

part 10

She was standing in the same room again. This time Pushkar wasn't the only one with her. There was an other man. He was pointing a gun towards his head. Bani saw him unlock the gun. Bani ran towards Pushkar, hoping she could push the man away as she had managed to push the window the last time. Bani ran towards them as fast as she could, without thinking about the consequences, messing with the future or the past like her father had always warned her. This time she could only think of saving Pushkar. Bani stopped just in front of the other man and swung her hand as hard as she could. She could see that her hand went through the man's posture like they showed in movies. She tried again and even this time her hands seemed to be made of air. As long as she could remember, and as hard as she had the strength left, Bani tried to hit him. Every blow was useless. The man was saying something, Bani didn't hear him. She was busy trying to do something, anything that would make the man stop.

Bani saw the man pull the trigger. As fast as she could she turned around. She estimated the distance between Pushkar and her and ran towards Pushkar, towering over him. Pushkar had more blood, oozing out of different, new cuts, on his face than the last time she saw him. His lip was swollen and bleeding. His head was limply resting on his shoulder. Pushkar's left arm was resting in an odd angle on the armrest of the chair.
'Bol, tera bhai kya keemat lega larki ke badle?! Bol! Tera bhai kya karega?!!!' The man behind her shouted.

No answer came from Pushkar. He was only whimpering in pain.

A bullet flew through Bani, she saw it hit the wall. A bit of the concrete crumbled on the floor. Her eyes saw bit of the pieces fall slowly on the floor, very slowly...............

A whirlpool of black and white colours, she heard a male voice, somewhere in the back of her mind
'I'm sorry beta, abhi tak tumhe dhoondh nahin paaya. Just hold on. I promise I'll find you.'

**

Bani opened her eyes in the dark room. She felt the familiar soft bed, she same covers. She heaved a sigh. Maybe for the first time since she was here, Bani was glad to in this particular room, in this house. but....she shouldn't be here. She should be in Pushkar's place. Because of her there were people hurting him. Bani sat up in bed and looked around her. she could only make out the silhouette of the lamp in the darkness. She switched on the tablelamp and looked around. She saw that man sleeping in the rocking chair again, in the same clothes as he was wearing before. His white shirt was wrinkled, the top three buttons were undone. (just painting a picture for you guys) His shoes were placed neatly next to the chair, he was barefoot.
' He must be worried, for Pushkar. That voice....could that be his?'

Tears made their way and Bani felt them roll over he cheek. She looked around and saw the writing pad he had used the day before, neatly placed on the nightstand, on the other side of the bed. In her hand she felt the thin chain and the locket. Bani threw the covers off herself and walked around the bed. She took the pad and the pen next to it and sat down on the bed. In swift and quick lines she started sketching. The scene she saw before, the bus, the stores. Halfway the sketch she made a cross on the sketch and tore the paper. On another page she started again. The bus, the stores she saw.

'There was a black car here. She thought and started putting the lines on the paper but seconds later tore that piece too. Bani slid from the bed, on the floor and started drawing again.

Dhananjai opened his eyes when he heard a soft thud. Even the slightest noise woke him up the last few days. He stood up and started looking around, trying to pick up the next sound. The small lamp on the nightstand was on. It was then he noticed that the bed was empty. She wasn't there.

Dhananjai walked to the bathroom and opened the door. The bathroom was empty. He heard a muffled cry and took another look in the half- lit bedroom. He was about to call her name and realized in time that it would be of no use. Dhananjai walked towards the sound, around the bed and saw her sitting on the floor, hidden in a corner of the room with pieces of papers scattered around her. Her head was hidden behind a curtain of the silky straight hair. The sound of a pen, scratching on paper could be heard and when Dhananjai had a closed look, he saw that on her bent knees a pad was resting. She tore a piece of paper and threw it on the floor. Dhananjai bent down and picked up that particular paper. A street, a few stores and a bus. A car in one corner. Bani had made the same thing on each and every paper that was lying on the floor. Frantically she started scribbling on the next paper. She buried her left hand in her hair and was trying to remember something. Bani run her hand over her cheek. It was then that he realized that she must be crying. Bani started drawing again.

Dhananjai tapped her on her leg. She looked up. Her face was stained with tears. Her eyes were big, worried and they showed how scared she was. Bani pointed towards the papers in her hand and she threw them away and hurled up in one corner, rested her head on her knees and covered her face with her arms. Pushkar's chain was wrapped around the fingers of her right hand.

'Bani.' Dhananjai called her.
'Bani, look at me.' He said again. She didn't react to him, just sobbed softly. Dhananjai crawled on the floor and sat next to her in the confined space.She ducked further in the corner when she felt him next to her. Dhananjai tapped her on her shoulder but didn't look up. Dhananjai wasn't a patient man. He reached over and removed her hands from her face. She was compelled to look at him. Bani started shaking her head, pleaded him to let her go with her eyes. Dhananjai held her face between his palms to be sure Bani would look at him.

'What happened?'

Bani looked at the floor. Dhananjai lightly shook her face in his hands. Again she was compelled to look at him.

She mouthed something.

'Why are you feeling sorry?' Dhananjai asked her.

Bani scribbled something on a piece of paper.
They are torturing him. Because of me. Let me go. Please let me go,

they will stop it and let him go.
Bani looked at Dhananjai. Her eyes were pleading to him. His hands were moist from her tears. Dhananjai shook his head with a soft smile, trying to put her at ease, maybe make her feel less guilty.

No they will not.' Dhananjai said to her.

'I can't let you go. Mai unko jaanta hoon, itna aasaan nahin hai jitna ki tum samajh rahi ho.

Bani was crying. Those hypnotising eyes were make Dhananjai lose his in-control exterior until her eyelids covered them and she looked at the floor. Again Dhananjai made her look at him.

'It's not because of you. Tum in sab ki wajah nahin ho.' He said sternly.
Bani took the writing pad again and scribbled something halfway her sentence she stopped and covered her face with her hands again. Dhananjai pulled her to his side and put his arms around her. He saw the pad, lying aimlessly on the floor.

Bahut maar rahe

He didn't need a lot of imagination to finish that line. Dhananjai felt her head, resting on his chest, her hands in a tight grip on his shirt, when he realized what he did. She was so close to him that he could feel the moisture of her tears on his chest. The cold golden chain was still in her fist. He found his hand rubbing her back. Bani buried her head further in the comforting warmth she found near her.

'Its okay. Dhananjai kept whispering. He picked up on of the scattered pieces of paper. With Bani still in his left arm he made her look at the picture she drew.

Bani looked at it for a while, then faced him. She touched her head, then shook her hand.

Kuch yaad nahin aa raha hai?' Dhananjai asked

She nodded and pointed to an empty corner of the paper. She then showed him the bus. He saw that she was pointing towards the number plate of the bus which was empty.

'It's okay. Yaad aajaayega.' Dhananjai consoled her but Bani violently shook her head. She pointed towards the sentence she had left incomplete on the pad and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Bani wanted to remember everything fast so that they could find Pushkar, make the torture stop.
'It's not your fault.' Dhananjai said again when she looked up. He wiped the tears that made their way on her cheek again.

'Before stepping in this world we know the dangers, the risks. Yeh sab humaare kaam se jura huwa hai, tumhaari galati nahin hai! Samjhi?!!"

Bani nodded her head and sighed.

'Dekho, subah hone waali hai, you freshen up. Ill order you some breakfast.. Khaana khakar phir sochna ki tumne kya dekha, theek hai?'

Bani nodded again, a bit slower this time. Dhananjai saw her expressions. She was still worried and not entirely convinced about her being completely guiltless. Bani walked towards the bathroom, lost in her own thoughts. Dhananjai saw her facial expressions change every few seconds and wondered what she was thinking. Was she ever able to express herself fully, like any other person? Was she truly restricted in her conversations because of her being deaf and dumb? So many things must be going through her mind. Things she didn't tell him now, nor would she tell him ever.

Bani closed the door behind her and seconds later Dhananjai heard a knock on the bedroomdoor.He opened it with the set of keys he had put on the nightstand after he put Bani in bed last night. Nirali was standing on the other side of the door.

'Boss, Iqbal ko hosh aa gaya hai.' She said with the brightest smile on her face Dhananjai had ever seen. 'He is asking for you.'

Dhananjai returned her bright smile and put his arm around her shoulder.

'Chal tere Iqbal ko dekhte hai.

For the First time in days something seemed to go right. Iqbal was sitting in bed with pillows propped up against his back. He was smiling, talking and also worrying along with Dhananjai. Iqbal seemed to be fine and the only person Dhananjai could thank for saving him was Bani. Dhananjai spoke with Iqbal about his attack, his health, and threatened him at the same time to take care of himself. Niru had asked for two trays of breakfast and when Dhananjai left, after warning both of them and making them promise that they would eat, he took a tray with him. He brought it to his own room. Balancing the tray in one hand and the set of keys in the other, he opened the door and he saw her there again.
Bani was sitting on the bed with the drawings made earlier, scattered around her. Her hair wet from the shower she took before and Dhananjai recognized his shirt and his old jeans on her. She had a pen in her hand again and was focusing on the paper in front of her. Dhananjai put down the tray on the nightstand and held a cup of tea in front of her. She looked up, her eyes were twinkling when she saw him and smiled. She accepted the cup and saw him walk away to his closet. Even though she couldn't see Dhananjai while he was picking out his clothes, her eyes were still looking in that direction. He came back into the room and Bani quickly averted her gaze. He walked in front of the bed and Bani noticed that he stood still. She looked up, trying not to be too quick, and saw him wanting to say something to her.

'Iqbal ko hosh aa gaya hai. Thank you for saving him. tumhe pata nahin mujhpar kitna bara ehsaan kiya hai tumne.

Bani smiled, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

It must be nothing to you, lekin mere liye bahut kuch hai.. Dhananjai spoke with a smile, but his eyes were serious. He walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Bani noticed that she was still staring at the bathroomdoor and she slapped her head with her hand.

'Great Bani! Developing Stockholm syndrome for the man who abducted you. Nice!' She chided herself inwardly but she knew that this wasn't just sympathy. Yes, he did abduct her, but at the same time he is the one who was protecting her. Yes, he did slap her, but never touched her otherwise, despite of the fact that she stayed in his house, in his bedroom for the past two nights. He could do anything to her and she would never be able to tell anyone, harm him in anyway. He behaved nicely with her, even thanked her.

Bani shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts she was heaving. Looking outside the window she saw the orange and yellow hues of the sun that was starting it's journey. Bani watched the sun come up with fascination. It was fascinatingly beautiful. Wathcing the sun, Bani wondered how late it was. She saw an alarmclock on the nightstand. The digits were blinking. 5.30. At once Bani looked at her paper. 33. That was the number of the bus. Bus 33 was riding in front of a temple when she had a vision. 33.

The temple was also missing in the picture. Bani started drawing again. She was so immersed in her job that she didn't see Dhananjai coming out of the bathroom, loading his revolvers like he did every morning and pick up a piece of toast from the tray filled with breakfastitems. Bani tucked a strand of her wet hair behind her ear and continued sketching. She realized that she had left out the fastfood vendor from this picture. That is why she had felt that it was incomplete. Now it looked like what she saw. A busy street. A black car in front of the shops on the opposite side, a bus driving in front of a temple which was filled with people. Next to the temple there was vendor. She was looking down on the street. Now this picture was complete.
Bani looked around her to find Dhananjai. She found him sitting on the other side of the huge bed inspecting a silver object in his hands. She tapped him on his shoulder and Bani saw him look at her. He clutched the silver string in his fist.

Bani handed Dhananjai the picture. He stared at is for the longest time.

'You saw this in your dream'..I mean vision?' Dhananjai asked her.
Bani nodded her head. She took the picture from him and drew a prominent circle around the bus number.

'33.' Dhananjai whispered. He pulled out his mobilephone and dialled a number.

Ravi, bus number 33 ka route ka pata lago, then give me a call. As soon as possible, its urgent.

He disconnected the call and pulled Bani out of the room by her wrist. He opened the door to Iqbals room and pushed her inside where she saw Nirali and Iqbal looking at both of them in surprise.

Mujhe bahar jaana hai, kuch bhi ho jaaye magar tum teeno bahar nahin nikloge, samajh gaye! Nirali nodded like a good schoolgirl. Iqbal was throwing of the covers off of him when he whined in pain. Dhananjai pushed him back on the bed and made him lie down. You are staying here! Its an order! Dhananjai shouted.

Iqbal didn't protest this time. Dhananjai turned around and was about to walk out of the room when he saw Bani sitting in a corner of the room, on the floor. His eyes rested on her for a while until she looked up. Thank you. Dhananjai just managed to say. Bani said nothing. Her face was blank but her eyes betrayed her and told him how worried she was. Maybe for him. One final look and Dhananjai compelled himself to look away and walk out of the room. He had to bring back Pushkar now. His little brother, his son, his family. His safety, their safety was his priority and his responsibility.

Bani kept hoping and praying in that one corner of the room that she might be able to see him again. She prayed for his safety, for Pushkars safety.Maybe it were her prayers, maybe Iqbal and Niralis wishes, or maybe it was just Dhananjais sheer determination, but four hours later Pushkar was a free man again, albeit very injured. He returned to his room in Dhananjais house were Dhananjai was walking around like an angry lion in his cage. This wasn't over yet, his enemies were still lurking around. He killed Kashif and four others, probably confidents of Salim, in a flash of maddening anger.

Ab kya karenga bhai? Iqbal asked him worriedly when Dhananjai told him what happened.

Hum kuch nahin karenge. Jo karega Salim karega. Bani yahi hai. Pushkar ko humne churaliya. I killed Kashif. He wont sit still. He will come to us this time and we will be ready!