Authors note: What can i say, i just missed you guys too much!!😳 I thought i would writer another..i only intended this one to be a short piece, depending on how you guys like it.
Unfortunately i am quite busy over the coming months but i will try update when ever possible.
Thank you guys hope you like it. If you guys want PM reminders please like the post because i intend to clear out my buddy list and start from scratch. A special thanks to Yuvi for helping me choose a title for this ff🤗 This first chapter is a short one, just want to gather your views before i go ahead so feel free to throw champals.😆 Chapter 17 am. Early morning in Patil Niwas, Baaji Rao Dressed in an deep green kurta and denims heads towards Duttas bedroom. A little tired himself Baaji knocks on the surface of the wooden door twice. "
BHAU!" O "BHAU!" knocking once again loudly Baaji realises that the door to Dutta' room is open and pushes it open enough to see if Dutta was around. Seeing the room empty, Baaji walks in and glances around the vacant room a little confused. Rubbing his hand through the back of his hair baaji ends up talking to himself.
"Yeh bhau kidar gayay re???"Baaji trailing around the house in search of Dutta walks down the staircase and is just about to reach for his mobile phone in his kurta pocket when he sees Dutta walking through the entrance of the house.
Dressed in his grey attire from the night before, the sleeves of Duttas kurta rolled up, carrying his black waistcoat to hand dutta carries a very composed rough yet rigid look. Heavy stubble, tried eyes he watches Baaji approach and silently listens to what he has to say.
Baaji waving his arms around animatedly, per nature very upbeat his words are bouncy and energetic.
"Kya bhau mein tere ko pure ghar mein dhund raha hai aur tu ghar pein hai hein nahin.?" Kayee din se ham log Raigad wale ghar nahin gayey bhau jaana mangta naa? Dutta nods a silent yes but Baaji happens notice something and changes the subject. Seeing a red smear of what looked like a female lipstick mark on the left of Duttas neck Baaji's humour is fuelled.
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Bhau mere ko ke lagta hai tu puri raat soya nahin kuch khaas tha kya..mera matlab kuch khaas THI kya bhau???" Dutta rolling his eyes at once pulls a glare at baaji who laughs in his own amusement and carries on doing so with a wink until Dutta puts a close to it with his unimpressed glare. Before Dutta could raise his voice more significantly Baaji heads off still laughing at his own humour.
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As Dutta walks out in front of the washroom dressed in his black attire. A more tidy and fresh look to his appearance now, his hair swept back in water, an almost perfected appearance he slowly folds the sleeves to each arm of his kurta as he walks towards the mirror. Taking a glance up into the mirror dutta straightens his overcoat, whilst his eyes happen to trail upon the side of his neck. Turning his expression a little to the side Dutta looks upon that certain potion of his neck where those woman's lips had left a mark. Placing his hand on now just the skin of his neck, that mark had washed away. Last night flashes across his eyes in vague moments.
FLASHBACKSitting at the bar of an old bar surrounded by drunk and improperly behaving individuals Dutta drinking away his loneliness and grief in front of him numerous empty bottles of alcohol. He picks another glass bottle and takes a swig from it when he hears a female voice sounding words in his ear.
"Sharaab ko chodiyey Patil Saab saara hame bhi aazma leijyey."Dutta turning to his side, his eyes a little unsteady under the influence of alcohol. His body movement a little unsteady looking the woman up and down. The woman was simply a bar girl, dressed in very little, a Maharashtran style attire, slender, fair. Dark haired, adorned in make up. Dutta taking a disgusted look at the woman turns back to his drink. Hearing a flirtatious tone the woman seemed to have no other motive other than make money the way she new best.
"Kahin aap dar toe nahin gayey Patil saab?" Dutta turning to his side at the woman passes a deadly glare as she takes another mouthful from a glass this time.
"Hame aapki us kamsori ka pata na chal jayey joe aap har shaam yaha sharab ke nashe mein dubaane aate ho."? Duttas expression a mix of ease and firmness his eyes tell the woman that her words had nothing on Dutta Shri ram Patil and nor was she worth his anger. As dutta gets up from the barside and walks away the woman's words stop him in motion. "
Akelapan…patil saab Aapka akelapan." Dutta with his back to the woman stops for a moment to think because no matter how inappropriate this woman was she had picked up on something that was very true of his feelings.
For the first time somebody had put his feelings before him in words.
Dutta hearing the woman approaching, that inkling of her jewellery as she walks around him. dutta looks into oblivion as the woman steps closer to him and trails her finger over the side of duttas face.
"Koi samaj ne wala nahin hai na aapko Dutta sahib.." Moving closer over dutta she begins to trail her lips into the crux of his neck.."
.pyaar karne wala nahin hai.?" dutta feeling this womans touch pulls her away with a jolt. Looking into her eyes with a very sinister and unreadable element dutta beggins to increase the proximity…moving his face closer to hers hers..he traces his lips against hers.. for a moment he looses sight of his actions until he hears her..voice..
Isliyey kehti hoon, aasma leighjyey hume..kya pata ham aapke dil ko bha jayey..Dutta instantly reating to those words of hers pushes the woman away with a jolt his eyes firm on her, back to his senses he shrugs off whatever it was that took over him for a moment. Bringing his eyes back to the woman Dutta reaches into the chest pocket of his overcoat pulling an amounts of notes out of his pocket her throws them against the woman and leaves.
END OF FLASHBACK
Dutta phasing back into the moment looks at his reflection in the mirror and takes an audible sigh. Closing his eyes for a moment Dutta hears his mothers tone of voice from a distance behind him and reopens his eyes. Looking into the mirror his eyes and expression take to anease as she sees Aaayi sahib watching him with a warm smile.
Turning around dutta watches his mother approach, as ever a very warm motherly persona. Dressed in a gold and cream saari, prayer beads to hand aayi raises her right palm to cup Duttas face for a moment. "
Tu theekh toe hai na Dutta.?" Dutta nodding a silent yes watches his mother lower her hand and go about thinking about something she was about to say.
"Dutta ham yey khene aayey the ke kayi i din se tum Damodar bhai saab se milne nahin. Ham jaante hai ke tu une abhi tak puri taara se maaf nahin kar paayay hai par hai toe woh tere pita hein naa. Aur woh ab din gin rahe hai beta aise vakt mein agar tu.."Ever since Dutta had found about his real farther Damodar it was true to say it anguished to think the truth was hidden from him. But dutta had now got over that face, there was still a sense of friction between himself and his maternal farther yet the man was diagnosed with a deathly illness. With not much time to live Dutta was not going to hold the past against him.
Aayi sahibs upset was something that always caused a pull at duttas heart. Stopping her mid way Dutta reassures Aayi sahib that he would to the right thing. Nodding reassuringly, seeing his mothers eyes turn moist Dutta swallows a lump in his throat as he reassures her.
"Baaji gadi nikal raha hai aayi sahib."Aayi sahibs expression relived to here so see passes a faint smile, patting Duttas shoulder as she leaves the room.
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Dutta sat in the passenger seat of the car and aaji driving. Some time into the car ride and the engine begins to struggle a little. An unhealthy noise coming from the car Dutta asks baaji to park the car up and take a look at what the problem was. As baaji gets out of his side of the car and walks around to the front of the car, opening the bonnet and hovering over it for a moment or two Baaji picks out some faults with the car. One of which is a lack of water. Dutta not impressed decides to make his own judgment. Getting out of the car Dutta walks around to the front of the car beside baaji and begins to assess the problems.
"Tu yey dekh mein paani le ke aata hoon baaji."Baaji agreeing with a nod carries on looking over the hood of the car as Dutta walks to back passenger seat of the car and picks up an empty container. Looking around the surroundings Dutta heads in the direction of a steam surrounded by greenery. Walking the through bushes dutta parting the greenery by hand as he walks finally comes towards a stream of water. Taking a few closer steps towards the stream, Dutta lowers his posture and blances on his feet has he looks over the water and his eyes catch a reflection. The refection of a female face, vivid green eyes reflected in that water infront of him. as dutta lifts his face from the water he looks at the opposing side of the steam and sees a girl dressed in a pink loose churidar dress, slashing water onto her face, not noticing his prensence she goes on to very naturally wash her face. Dutta mesmiresed by those eyes of hers pale skin tone and simple, innocent features happens to loose himself for a moment until he notices something unusual. The girl seems to be washing away from her skin a brown colour. Washing her arms, draining that color into the water dutta finds himself in bewilderment to why she would cover up her natural beauty in this way. As dutta goes on to watch the girl, an elder woman by her dressed in an orange and green Maharashtran style saari happens to notice Dutta. covering her head with pallu of her saari and also nudging what looked to be her daughter..to cover up the woman. Folds her hands instantly as she sees Dutta.
"Aap Dutta sahib hai naa?"Dutta nudged out of his watch over the girl looks towards the woman and nodding a yes as she introduces herself. "Namaksakar bahu
sahib..mein..baabi..aur yey meri beti Naku."Dutta looks from the lady to her daughter and notices the way the girl covers up instantly with that duppata. Dutta watches her closely as she avoiods looking at him but still folds her hands in greeting as her mother prompts her too.
"Ham yaha nayey hai sahib aapke baare mein, aapki patil wadi ke bare mein bohot suna hai."Dutta again lost, intrigued by the girl parts his eyes from her and begins to concentrate on the woman. Nodding in acknowledgements Dutta replies to the woman formally. "
Patil wadi mein aapka swagat hai." A smile forming on the woman's face she again folds her hands
"Shukriya bhau sahib." And nudges her daughter to make there way ahead. As dutta watches both mother and daughter walk away he convinces himself that his eyes were not playing tricks. Finding the whole interaction very strange Dutta ignores it as a one off.
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Damador Patil's residence, the house with a grand interior, nothing less than a mansion. Old dark wood furnishings, a grand lounge and series of rooms with comfortable interiors. There was a very traditional yet royal feeling to this house but along with the grandness of the home was also the feel that this house had never really been used. The only resident of the house was Duttas farther, his house staff and the nurse and doctors who would visit from time to time. Damodar was by all means physically very fit, no one would ever say that the man carried a dying illness but unfortunately this was true. Still running his own businesses to extent Damodar was still very much stood on his own two feet.
Dressed in a black kurta and dhoti, an series of gold chains around his neck, various fingers on his hands adorned with rings Damodar sits in front of a chess board seemingly playing against himself, a doctor to the right of him dressed in a formal blue shirt and white doctors coat. The doctor measuring Damdors blood pressure unwraps the belt from his arm. Just as the doctor finishes his routine checks Damodar's favoured chess opponent baaji walks into the room.
"KAKA MEIN AGAYAY RE!.." Strolling into the room baaji pats the doctors shoulder on his walk to Damodars circular chess table and takes a seat on the vacant chair opposite Duttas farther. "
Kya chal raha hai kaka..phir se yey hathi godhe ke saath kel rahe ho." Damodar finding Baaji amusing begins to laugh as Baaji tries his best to play along.
Meanwhile outside in the corridor Dutta speaks to the doctor, being told that his farther was not being as cautious as he needs to dutta per routine wants to know exactly what his fathers condition is.
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As Dutta steps into the room baaji turns to the entrance knowing full well that It was probably best to give farther and son some space baaji excuses himself to go and see the doctor off and leaves the room. As dutta watches baaji pass by out of the room he hears Damodars heavy tone of voice, his eyes on his board game yet his words for Dutta.
"Toe akhir apne baap ki yaad aa hein gayi." Dutta angling his head for a second takes a sigh as he looks over to the man who he shared a very strange relationship with.
Later on in the day Patil Niwas. Dutta walks into his office after returning from Domodars residence his posture strained he drops back into his black leather armchair. Throwing his expression up into the air, he places his arms on each arm rest of the chair and takes a silent moment to himself.
Even though he had told himself that Damodar wasn't of much relevance to him the truth was that some part of him still cared. Dutta closing his eyes for a second thinking about his fathers condition knowing that he was helpless, he could do nothing to save him swallows a lump in his throat. A sigh on his lips hearing Baaji's voice Dutta opens his eyes lowering expression he sees Baaji agitatedly running his hands through his hair.
"Bhau abhi abhi kabar mili hai ke koi inspector patil wadi mein kala dhanda kar raha hai bhau.." Dutta narrowing his eyes, an expression building in them slowly as he hears. Baaji a little cautious with his words knows that what he was about to tell dutta was going to provoke his anger.
"Naya aayay hai bhau..suna hai ladkio ka dhanda .." Not letting Baaji finish Dutta at once raises his palm firmly at Baaji. His eyes intense..tone tense
"NAAM BOL BAAJI.." Baaji seeing an unforgiving sentiment in duttas eyes hesitates for a moment before replying
"MOREY.. bhau", Dutta thinking over the name his eyes staring into oblivion, filled with an intensity he hears what Baaji has to say
. "Woh neeche ek aurat aayi hai bhau..boli ke us inspector ne uski beti ko agva kar leighyay bhau, madat maangne aayi hai."Dutta at once turning to baaji
his eyes full of a more detailed concern raises from his chair. Turning on his heal he walks a distance towards the balcony of the room that overlooks the lounge of Patil Niwas. His eyes taking to a lady that stands in the hall of Patil Niwas. Wiping her tears..with the help of her saari Dutta recognises that woman as the one he had met at the stream earlier this morning. The image of that girl flashing in front of his eyes Dutta's face creases slightly. As baaji walks towards duttas side he acknowledges duttas instruction silently. "
Ladki ka naam kya hai?"
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"Nakusha bhau.."Dutta thinking silently his eyes looking into ablvion as he speaks in an dense tone.
"Us inspector ko phegam bhej Baaji, Dutta Shri ram Patil ko Nakusha chahiyey..ham sodhe ke leigyey tayaar hai." ...
Edited by jagrutid - 13 years ago
