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@Iridescence1

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Posted: 13 years ago

#11

The braking sound of tires on the dirt ground and the sudden beam of light blazing from the headlights of the jeep alerted Dutta. He looked up passed the small fire he had made to keep warm and saw his ride had finally come for him. He had been sitting there for god knows how long thinking his ride would reach there any moment but those moments turned into hours. The blinding lights disabled any proper vision of whom had it been that finally came to get him. He was ready to blast at his body guards. Irresponsible fools, he thought. He squinted his eyes as he was about to speak up in anger when he noticed that it was Baaji who was jumping out from the passenger side of the vehicle. He pressed his lips together as his mouth formed a frown. He didn't understand why the two people he kept trying to avoid always came before him. At home it was Naku and work related it was Baaji. No matter how much he turned away from them, showed them the cold shoulder they were determined to be there. He glances up as he noticed the lights of the car go off, his eyes widen slightly and his anger grows more. First his time was wasted sitting around because of his useless bodyguards failure to get him on time, then it happens to be Baaji that came for him , but now this was beyond shock to him. Just when he thought he could avoid her by leaving the house she shows up in front of him that too in the damn driver's seat. Seeing Nakusha in the driver's seat only irked him as he again saw what extent she would go to for him. It annoyed him. Why was she always showering so much love on him when she didn't even trust him enough to reveal her biggest secret? She always put herself in danger for him though he wanted her to stay away from him.

He stands up and stares at Naku with a 'what the hell are you thinking' expression on his face. He then immediately turns his head towards Baaji . "Have you forgotten how to drive?" he questioned in a displeased and angry tone. Dutta stares at Naku as Baaji begins to explain that Naku felt as if Dutta was in danger and like a mad women she ran and just took out the car, she refused to listen to him and that his only options were to either go along with her or let her go off on her own. Dutta suddenly recalls Naku telling him that she has no right to his room until she is accepted as his wife and adds further hat she will now only come to him when he calls for her. Dutta blankly stares in the direction of the two as he comes out of his thoughts and speaks in a strict tone. "I only called for a car not help. If someone a wish to help then it's by their own will". He turns his head away. It irritated him that she would pull such a stunt for him, he wanted to hate her but he couldn't help that his heart only beats for her. He tried to control his anger as he turned to look behind him to calm down. Naku walks up to him, stand in front of him and both share an eye lock in silence.

He knew she loved him more than anything in this world but he wasn't ready to forgive her. He couldn't seem to understand why she was uncomfortable with coming to him earlier, before they got married, to tell him about her color, her problems, and her life. What got to him more was that despite it all her mere presence made every minute of his life special. Although he refused to accept it with open arms, her love seemed to overtake his heart. It was like it didn't even belong to him anymore for he had no control over it. It was filled with only her and that scared him. Baaji who sees this as a perfect opportunity for Dutta and Naku to reconnect, decides to leave. He knows that they need time together and alone or else they would never sort their problems. He thought for a moment and figured that taking the car was out of the question for it would be too obvious. Baaji then smiled lightly to himself as he slickly walked towards the jeep and pulled out the keys that Naku left hanging in the ignition. He gave a glance towards the two who were too lost in themselves to even notice him. Baaji walked off until he reached the main road and hitched a ride home leaving the two behind to come home together somehow.

'Saab, ghar chaliye, gaadi aagai' Naku says calmly as Dutta stares at her in discontent and notices her shiver under the chilly breeze. He slowly walks towards her while taking his coat off and comes to stand just inches away from her as he begins to put the coat around her. Without a word or even a glance her way, he walks away, stands at a distance facing the opposite direction to her. Naku watches him go as she wonders to herself as to why he tries so hard to avoid looking in her eyes when his heart desires to do exactly that. If he let himself then he would see the truth in her love, the devotion. Just as the thought ends Dutta suddenly turns to look at her and begins to take slow steady steps in her direction. Naku watches as once he neared her, his walking diverted slightly making him head towards the jeep. Naku watches after him wondering why he is so scared to let his hearts thoughts flow out through his lips in words.

Dutta walks to the car and Naku follows with her heart longing for Dutta to open up to her and just speak. Dutta finds that the key is not in the ignition and turns towards Naku. Naku walks around to the driver's side and notices the key is not there. Both look at each other and realize that Baaji must have taken the key. Dutta looks at Naku in irritation, and then adamantly walks off like a child who was told he has no choice but to sit in the corner. Naku thinks about the situation then smiles slightly to herself, she was quite appreciative of Baaji's thinking. Naku followed Dutta through the jungle, in the darkness of the night. She followed him like his shadow. Dutta was still annoyed over the fact that Naku always showed up and that often involved putting her own life at risk, he hated. It bothered him to the core to know that no matter what he said or did she will forever stand as his shadow, or more like his shield. Ready to take on whatever ill may fall upon him. Naku could tell that her every presence in such situations affected him, she knew he hated it, but not because he hated her but rather because he loved her and just could not admit it. Both were thinking about the other and continued to walk as grey clouds began to cover the sky. Dutta couldn't help but feel something about walking with her, being in her presence, it made his heart skip beats and his mind felt calm. As much he wanted to show his anger every time he looked at her he just softened. He stopped on his trail at the sound of loud thunder and suddenly felt his arm being grasped tightly. He didn't need to turn to see whose touch that was; he knew the feeling of those two small hands, and the effect of that touch. His mind told him to shake his arm right out, but his heart wanted time to stand still. He couldn't help but love her, no matter which corner he turns she'll be there and he knew that. Naku's grasp tightened as the thunder went off again, this time louder.

Dutta guessed it would rain soon and figured they should find shelter. He knew in the darkness of the night, he couldn't afford to lose her, so her grasping onto to him was probably the best thing. He led her towards a broken shed he saw nearby and stood under the damaged looking roofing. Naku looked up at him as Dutta noticed this from the corner of his eyes. He ignored her as he stared ahead blankly. The rain started pouring and Naku finally realized the close proximity with Dutta and let go in a flash. As her hands released their grip around him suddenly Dutta's attention shifted towards her. He turned to look at Naku who looked down and moved a bit away embarrassed. As she stared at the rain a smile formed on her lips. She knew her saab loved her dearly or else he would've thrown her out like yesterday's garbage, but he was too stubborn to admit it. As she thought about her Saab her hands began to play with the water. She loved the feeling of the droplets falling on her skin leaving her with a chilled feeling.

Dutta admired Nakku as her hands played with the rain. His mind suddenly had dropped his guard with her and he just watched his gorgeous wife enjoy one of the most simplest things of nature.He was actually quite amused with her little hands splashing the water, the added clinging sound from the bangles that adorned her hands, her innocent expression, and most of all her love that always pulled him to her not matter what the situation between them be. Naku suddenly started walking forward, as if to step into the rain and Dutta reacted to her slightest movement. His feet automatically took him in her direction as he was about to reach out to stop her. He pulled back his hand as she had already stepped forward to get drenched. She enjoyed the rain falling over her with such freedom. He could see the serenity that the rain gave her. He watched her close her eyes, bring her hands out as if to welcome the rain more and slowly her feet began to turn her on the spot. Dutta noticed her feet was about to step into a more muddy area which would make her fall. He was quick to reach her side and catch her fall wrapping both arms around her. One arm went around to her upper back and the other around her waist to her lower back. They stood there lost in each other's eyes for while before Dutta slowly brought her up to stand straight. His hold remained firm on her as they both continued to look into each other's eyes. Suddenly the rain stopped and the breeze aired over their wet bodies making both snap out of their trance. Dutta immediately removes his hands and Naku looks down and away shyly. As she turned away she couldn't help but smile, however; that smile was quick to fade when Dutta without a word just carried on walking with a grim expression. Naku just followed helplessly and annoyed at his stubbornness. She knew this much he loved her and that would never change, now all he had to do was accept her...

Lots of Love and Hugs
Daya

Edited by daya0628 - 13 years ago

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sona89

@sona89

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Posted: 13 years ago

#12

Hi nimmi

tHANKS 😊all wonderful memory rushing back ...all ff writers plz UD soon

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nimmi

@Banjaaran25

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Posted: 13 years ago

#13

Sweet Nothings (TaSha Moments)

Creator: Lekz

I wish I were there too...at Patil Niwas that night.

He sat looking into the still night, an unusual calm engulfed him . The moon teased the clouds, the first summer rains had quenched the parched earth. Tiny droplets of water still clung on to the dangling leaves, basking in the moonlight. The smell of grass filled the air. A gentle breeze caressed his face, ruffled his hair and he closed his eyes. He shivered. It was hard to believe that everything was behind him now, what had he done to deserve such a life? Life could have been a hard day's work and a family to return to. Life could have been what he saw around. Simple, less complex, he thought. The sudden calm was too good to last, he knew'..and decided to take each day as it came along.

He sensed her no sooner she stepped onto the terrace. Only she had the power to race his heart just by her presence.

She stood there for a while looking at him on the swing. He was at peace tonight. Life had fallen back to a dream and that worried her at times. He had seen pain at its worst. If life was all about peaks and troughs, they were done with the troughs. She would give up everything to get time to stand still. A shawl in hand she walked towards him.

He looked up and saw her standing against the moonlight. She had unpinned her hair and it hung loosely about her waist. He just sat there looking at her, the breeze playing with her hair, and then gently reached out to tuck the strands back in place, as she held her breath. She held out the shawl as if in defense, but he made no attempt to move. She smiled and gently placed the shawl across his shoulders, she knew exactly what went through his mind.

She sat next to him on the swing and tucked the harmonica in his hand. His smile broadened. He had just felt like it a while back and here she was. Wrapping the shawl across her shoulders, he pulled her closer . There was no stopping the harmonica tonight it sang the tune of his heart, their hearts. She snuggled closer, lay her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

Time stood still. The night stood still. It was just him her and the moonlit night.

****

She stood at the window of her bedroom gazing out at the sprawling lawns, memories crowded around her. The college, the hostel, books and assignments, the discos and the night outs'.life was fun but she had missed him. Her father. He had always said she would return back to her family, and here she was. She had everyone around but she missed him. She heard the music faintly at first. It was beautiful. She wondered where it came from, mesmerized she walked towards the direction of the music.

He was tired and planned an early night. All was well now, but there were miles to go before he relaxed. He had a early morning meeting and decided to catch up on lost sleep. He dreamt of the music, sheer ecstasy'.he smiled and turned around. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he sat up. This was no dream, the music filled his room. He knew where to find the source.

'Sribhagawanu vach, Ind tut e'guhyatampravakshyamy anasuyave'gyan vigyan'sahit'yaj gyatva..mokshayase'.shubhat''' She closed the Gita. Lord, be with me and my children. Let no evil fall on us now that things have crawled back to normal. Jagabambe Jagadambe she muttered. She strained to hear the music at first. It was him. She knew where the music came from. She wanted to watch him '.watch him drown himself in the notes that came from the core of his heart.

*****

He stopped, looked down at her wishing time would just freeze. She had drifted off to sleep. Gathering her in his arms, taking care not to wake her up, walked back to the house.

He stopped dead in his tracks. Was this all a dream, he looked down at her and across again. Aayi saab sat leaning against the wall, eyes closed a loving smile lurking on her lips. On her lap, was Madhu, cuddled into a ball, Aayi's hand lovingly on her hair. Baji sat leaning against Aayi's shoulder.

They were lost to the world.

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nimmi

@Banjaaran25

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Posted: 13 years ago

#14

*** Dil ne jise apna kaha ****
Creator: Lekz

Part I

October had slipped into November, bringing dark nights and cold weather. He stood on the shores one late evening, watching the waves wash away sand beneath his feet. A half empty bottle in hand, he looked across the sea, searching, searching for a meaning, a purpose, as a dull ache built up in his heart. 'Save a little more money, buy a house and then settle down' was all Aayi Saab told him; when he shared his desire to marry Seema. It felt like yesterday, long hours at the garage, a few stolen moments with her and the short knackered, exhausted nights.

He looked around for the shattered dreams, trying to collect some pieces. His life was empty of purpose, emotions, feelings, desires he had buried everything behind. Aayi Saab, his family, the people of Patilwadi were all that mattered. And of course Baji, without him he would have been lost; Baji always reminded him that nothing was truly hopeless.

When Baaji was not around, the sea, the shore and the eerie silence around were his company. He enjoyed sitting here on the rocks a drink in hand letting out his fears, his grief, his tears and no one to question him.

It was late, he had to get back he thought, Aayi must be waiting. He took a long gulp of the leftover, flung the bottle into the water and turned to walk back. It was a dark night; the solitude gave him the solace he always wanted. He hated crowd, more because he failed to understand their emotions, devoid of them himself, he could not empathize anymore. Baring a few people at a distance there was no one around on the beach. He staggered, the cold breeze biting his face as he walked back to the jeep. He could hear voices of the group, the faint voices growing louder as he walked towards them. He was in no mood to settle a domestic brawl, and did not wait to see what the matter was. 'Promises'''breaking promises' ' he heard them accuse each other.

A hick escaped his lips, 'Promises' he spoke out loud, he hated that meaningless word.

He could see his jeep at a distance and wished Baji was with him.

'Saab' did someone call out to him? Ignoring, he continued walking.

'Saab' he heard the voice again. Something made him stop.

'Mujhe bacha lo Saab' he heard the voice just behind him, turned to see a girl run up and hold on to his arm. He jerked his arm off without looking at her.

'Saab mujhe bacha lo' she clung to him again. This time he looked at her, staggering, and saw a puny girl with wide doe eyes looking at him. The scared imploring look hit him as he shook himself to look at her again. Her eyes were glued to the crowd, which had slowly started moving towards them. He tried shrugging off her arm, but she clung on to him, her eyes never leaving the crowd.

He looked at the crowd who was closer now. They stopped in front of him and looked at each other. One by one everyone folded their hands and bowed down. She saw them and turned to look back at him mystified. One of the women from the crowd came up and pulled her away from him. 'Yeh Bhau hai, Dutta Bhau'. She told the girl. The girl folded her hands and bowed down.

'What's the matter ? Why the commotion?' His voice resonated around. The men looked at each other, no one dared to speak. 'You tell me Maushi' he looked at the lady.

Hands folded, she narrated, one of the men in the crowd, Morey wanted to marry her daughter, pointing to the girl with her. Ganpat, her husband, had accepted some money in return and now this conflict. She did not want her daughter to marry Morey, her voice quivered, he was unemployed and a drunkard. Dutta looked at Morey who was completely sloshed and shaking in fear. 'Don't you dare force the girl into a wedding that she does not want to. Is that clear ?' His tone was hard and firm.

Everyone in the crowd nodded and Morey stammered 'But Bhau my mo'money ?'

'You will get your money back' he said after checking where they lived, as he turned to walk away. He turned after a few steps, raised his hands threatening 'No forced wedding.' The crowd stood folded hands nodding. After a swift glance at the girl he quickened his steps towards the jeep.

Life resumed its flow, whipped into frenzy at work, late nights, travels, he missed the visits to the beach. After the incident there was a restlessness that worried him, a strange feverish anticipating that he refused to accept but kept gnawing. He found his thoughts going back to the incident, the girl clinging on to his arm pleading to save her, imploring doe eyes, haunting him without reason.

A couple of times he was back at the beach, his usual drink and debate with the waves, his eyes searched for something, his ears craved to hear a name, every time he returned disappointed.

It was one of those days when everything went wrong. He had fired Baji for being lackadaisical, he knew Baji was doing his best. But he had to vent out his ire and as always he took the liberty with Baji.

It was late as he drove towards the beach, a heavy bank of dark clouds blanking out the stars. The skies rocked with thunder and flashes of lightning.

As he settled on the rocks, his eyes looked around, other than a few hawkers who were packing up for the day the beach was deserted. He looked out at the sea, the breeze ruffling his hair. The skies rocked again this time the thunder louder threatening rains. He finished his drink, threw the bottle away and sat looking at the cloudy sky moodily, brooding.

The first droplets of rain spattered as he got up. He should get back to the jeep before the downpour, he thought. He looked around once last time and walked briskly towards the jeep.

'Saab' someone called out and he stopped dead in his tracks.

He stood still not believing he heard the voice. 'Saab' the whisper next turned him back.

She stood there in the rain, holding a shabby umbrella, her profile silhouetted against the dim lights from the tower house. Strands of hair graced her face as she tried tucking them behind her ear. He stood looking at her, a little muscle throbbing at his jaw line, a strange delight welling inside him. It was raining harder, she raised her eyes, looking straight into his hooded dark eyes, her gaze holding his for a moment before lowering.

Slowly she lifted her chin and started walking towards him.

Part II

She stood behind the door, frozen, as she strained to hear the faint conversation between her father and a stranger she had seen at the beach the other day. It was hard to believe, but her father had lost big money at a poker game and in return he was promising her hand in matrimony. She could only catch certain parts of the conversation, but it was clear, her father was in trouble and with this he was dragging her into it as well. She stared in stunned disbelief, she did not want to marry, anyone, never thought of such a future prospect having seen marriages around. Evening would be another tumultuous one when her mother returned, she waited for the men to leave, took her kit and walked down towards the sea.

The wide stretch of sandy beach was her home, the screeching seagulls, the vast expanse of the sea, the raging waves her companions. Having grown up in a tenement bordering the sea, she loved the smell of the sea and the salty tang of breeze that blew from it. As a child she was terrified, fear soon turned to a strange obsession as she grew up, the rendezvous sitting on the rocks with the waves as they hit the shore and receded back was hauntingly beautiful. She often felt the tides beckoning her, arms open, as they came and hit the shores.

Only boys go to school, her mother had told her when she was young, so she spent her time managing the house while her mother went out to work. She grew up to be a good looking girl and that worried her mother - 'a good looking face is a curse in the basti' her mother would often tell her. Her mother ensured that she dressed up shabbily, the clothes her hair everything about her, reeked of an ugly girl no one bothered to give a second glance. Behind her shabby unkempt exterior was a beautiful young girl, who yearned to shed off her crude look and dress up like the women in movies, she occasionally got to watch.

Her creativity baffled her own self at times. She loved to capture life around her in sketches, the sea in its various moods were her favorite themes. Whatever little money she got from her mother, was saved to buy pencils, charcoal, color pencils, and Sethji helped buying stuff she needed for her pastime.

She shivered, the cold breeze biting into her, clasping her forearms she rubbed her hands over the goose bumps. The conversation she overheard scared her, she drew her knees together resting her chin on them looking out into the sea, senses and mind numb. A strong gust of wind blew away her dupatta, as she ran to get it back, she saw a man standing at a distance looking at her. He was with her father earlier in the evening, his watchful eyes, dark and sinister, looked dangerous. He made her uncomfortable with his disgusting gaze, angry at herself for looking at him, she gathered her stuff and walked back home.

Morey became a regular visitor and she would often find her father trying to pacify him in low muttered voices. One evening, she was getting ready for bed, when Morey came up all drunk, started shouting and abusing her father, he even called out to the others gathered around that he would take her away by force if his money was not returned. Her mother was her only savior, she had sworn to Bappa, she will never let her daughter into the clutches of rogue Morey. The rift between her parents turned out to be a nightmare, every evening. She and Sethji would sit out in the darkness on the beach until one of them gave up the spat and went off to sleep. She would then bring Sethji back home, serve him food and put him to sleep.

Sleepless nights of worry ended one day when some people informed them Morey and his men were beating up Ganpat. She followed her mother and what followed was an ugly brawl on the beach. However much she had despised her father and all that he stood for she could not see him getting beaten up. An utter feel of defeat passed through her, as she stood terrified where all this would lead to.

It was a dark night; the deserted beach gave her the jitters. The cold breeze bit her face as she looked around for help. She saw a figure staggering down towards them and walking away nonchalantly. He looked drunk and continued walking towards the street. Without realizing what she was doing she called out ' Saab'.

'Saab' did someone call out to him? Ignoring, he continued walking.

'Saab' he heard the voice again. Something made him stop.

'Mujhe bacha lo Saab' he heard the voice just behind him, turned to see a girl run up and hold on to his arm. He jerked his arm off without looking at her.

'Saab mujhe bacha lo' she clung to him again. This time he looked at her, staggering, and saw a puny girl with wide doe eyes looking at him. The scared imploring look hit him as he shook himself to look at her again. Her eyes were glued to the crowd, which had slowly started moving towards them. He tried shrugging off her arm, but she clung on to him, her eyes never leaving the crowd.

He looked at the crowd who was closer now. They stopped in front of him and looked at each other. One by one everyone folded their hands and bowed down. She saw them and turned to look back at him mystified. One of the women from the crowd came up and pulled her away from him. 'Yeh Bhau hai, Dutta Bhau'. She told the girl. The girl folded her hands and bowed down.

'What's the matter ? Why the commotion?' His voice resonated around. The men looked at each other, no one dared to speak. 'You tell me Maushi' he looked at the lady.

Hands folded, she narrated, one of the men in the crowd, Morey wanted to marry her daughter, pointing to the girl with her. Ganpat, her husband, had accepted some money in return and now this conflict. She did not want her daughter to marry Morey, her voice quivered, he was unemployed and a drunkard. Dutta looked at Morey who was completely sloshed and shaking in fear. 'Don't you dare force the girl into a wedding that she does not want to. Is that clear ?' His tone was hard and firm.

Everyone in the crowd nodded and Morey stammered 'But Bhau my mo'money ?'

'You will get your money back' he said after checking where they lived, as he turned to walk away. He turned after a few steps, raised his hands threatening 'No forced wedding.' The crowd stood folded hands nodding. After a swift glance at the girl he quickened his steps towards the jeep.

Life had changed after the incident, Morey never came back to shout at her father, much later she heard he had left the place for greener pastures. Saab kept his promise.

In spite of the set pattern that resumed, somehow life did not seem real anymore. There had to be a reason and she was afraid to find out what it was. The incident came back to bother her more often than she desired. She often closed her eyes, trying to recollect that night, she had run out to seek his help, and he tried to shrug her off at first. Later he had looked at her with those deep soulful eyes. That moment she knew he would not fail her, he would not hurt her.

She had seen him walk to his jeep and drive away.

One evening she drew up her sketch book and sat on the rocks gazing at the sea trying to think of an image to capture on her canvas. A gentle smile lighted up her lips, and she found her heart racing.

The next few days went working on the sketch. She gave the final touches to her sketch and gave one last look to make sure everything was perfect, satisfied at last she scribbled Nakku on one corner, the only thing she could write.

It was a very gloomy night, dark clouds blanketed the sky threatening thunder and rains. She collected her stuff and walked back home when she saw a jeep far away on the streets. As if drawn by some strange power she started walking towards the vehicle.

She stopped dead on the tracks as she saw him

'Saab' she called out and waited for him to turn.

He turned and stood looking at her, it was raining harder as she raised her eyes, looking straight into his hooded dark eyes, her gaze holding his for a moment before lowering.

Slowly she lifted her chin and started walking towards him, her umbrella beating about madly in the torrent.

She stopped just a few feet away from him. Something stirred deep inside her, she wanted to reach out and touch his face and feel the fine strong jawline, make sure this was no dream. His gaze was inscrutable, even by a flicker of emotion did not reveal what he was thinking or feeling. As she gazed back, the strange old feeling that had been with her from the first time they met, returned back in flood. Finally she broke the gaze, dipped her head and fished out a sheet of paper from her bag.

Her heart was pounding so hard she feared he would hear the beats, handing the folded sheet gingerly she turned to walk away.

He stood there rooted to the ground, in the shadows cast by the dark night, the heavens pouring out, celebrating their meeting.

He opened the folds of paper she handed over, and saw his own image smiling back at him.

And thus began the journey to a beautiful life.

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nimmi

@Banjaaran25

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Posted: 13 years ago

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OS: Aa Paas Aa
Creator: Shilpita

She looked like a siren calling out to the sailors and luring them in the depth of the ocean. But in her case the oceans were the depth of her huge green eyes….so innocent, so open. He was an excellent swimmer, after all he ruled the sea…but yet in those depths he didn't want to resist the pull of those waves in her eyes. He wanted to drown. What a death it would be! Her ebony tresses were tossed by the wind on her face. The wind played hide and seek in those soft silky maze. He never knew he could be jealous of breeze. But dear god, he was! It was his right to be entangled in those long dark bondages, not the wind. He should be the one who mess up her hair and create that lovely disarray. He couldn't help himself from moving towards her. She saw something in his eyes that made her look down shyly, biting her lips. She took a step back as he took a step towards her. She took another step back and was stopped by the wall behind. Ahaa! Ab kaha jayegi! She looked up to met his gaze for a second and immediately looked away trying to measure the distance to the door. Koshish kar le! As if she heard his mind she slid sideways towards the door but he stopped her with a hand besides her trapping her. She looked shocked and gulping she looked with flustered expression up at him. He leaned down towards her not knowing what he would do next but one thing was sure, she was not escaping him today at any cost. He leaned further down. Man, she was so small in front of him, so delicate and petite. She had 'Handle with care' written all over her porcelain body. He was hairbreadth away from the his target, those full, naughty lips which teased him no end. When they did their naughty thing again and parted, a husky breathy "saab.." escaped them. He wanted to drink his name from those lips. "Saab.."

"Saab, SAAAB!!"

Dutta woke with a start and sat up on the bed. Damn! Phir sapna? The thought of dreaming about his own wife like a callow youth made his mouth turn bitter. He looked up with irritation at the soul-source of his discomfort standing there innocently beside his bed looking at him curiously. The problem as it had always been that once he looked at her he always forgot to look away. No matter how angry he felt towards her. His eyes refused to follow his brain. It had been like that even when she was living behind that mask and it was so even when that mask was wash away. He had tried in these past days to decipher the mystery behind it at the cost of looking like a lost fool during his important meetings. Heavy cost it was too! Dhandey ki waat lagi hai, aur saala Dutta tu deewana ho raha hai! He and Baaji were going through a tough Damage control phase post Chaskar and Kalatai catastrophe. He had to negotiate a lot of lost ground and credibility to the investors and his maverick thoughts for his wife were inconvenient at those moments to say the least. But he had finally unraveled the mystery behind his attraction to her. It was that untouched, unworldly look of her face. The inert naivety and faith that was visible for all to see. It was there in that old nakkusha and it was there in this nakkusha. Itna kuch hone ke baad bhi, itni masoom kaise hai tu, nakku? he wanted to ask her that but knew she would not understand as she was totally unaware of her beauty. No, not the obvious outer beauty but that inner beauty that always pulled him towards her like a moth to flame.

"Kya hai?", he asked gruffly to hide his discomfort. She withered in front of his eyes at his growl. He closed his eyes immediately calling himself a thousand different fool. She looked at him and said softly,"Subah ho gayi hai. Wo.." She looked towards the door,"Wo baaji aapka intezaar kar raha hai. kissi meeting ke liye." Dutta remembered his meeting with those land dealers this morning and pressed his eyes with his fingers,"haan…wo..theek hai. use bol mai aata hai." She nodded and turned to go. His eyes followed her as she went around the room putting things he had thrown around last night before going to bed- his shoes, vest, watch, files…everything. She must have taken a bath just now. The water dripped from her unbound hair on her shoulder. She kept pushing it away, her sari was giving her some problem in dusting so she tucked the end to her waist. "Saab, wo pani garam kar diya hai. aap naha lo. Main kapade nikal deti hai. theek hai?" She looked up,"saab?" hmmm…"app..amm..aap muskura kyu rahe hai?" Dutta recollected himself,"Nahi..nahi to. Mere kapade nikal de." She nodded as he threw away the blanket and went to the shower.

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She sighed a breath of relief. He behaved oddly sometimes. Shayad bahut pareshaan hai. kaam bhi bahut hai. she went to his wardrobe and pulled out his clothes. As she ironed the kurta she noticed a missing button. She was in a fix. Ab kya? Dusra nikalungi to fir istri karni padegi..tabtak saab aa jayenge..fir naraz ho jayenge..deer ho rahi hai..ek hi button hai..sill deti hai. She went to get the needle and button.

As her back was turned he came out and donned his kurta without noticing missing button. Nakkus turned back and said,"Saab?" Dutta- ab kya hua? Nakku- button? Dutta-buttonko kya hua? kisska button. Pankhey ka ya light ka? Nakku- aapke kurtay ka button mere hath mein hai..Dutta realized as he saw the torn button. Dutta- to khadi kyu hai laga de. Nakku came and stood in front of him and started sewing up the button. She felt his gaze on her and looked up but couldn't look away. Her hands moved on their own as she felt his breath warming her face, his eyes burning her insides. She knew he wanted her. Why didn't he say something? Anything? Kuch bolo na, saab. Kabhi to kuch kaho.

Dutta felt torn in two. His hands wanted to go around her waist and pull her close to himself but his brain couldn't make the move. How could he? After all the hurtful things he had said? Everything he has done. Did he still have the right? Before she used to tell him how much she loved him, but now she never said a word. He wanted a sign anything-a word, a touch anything that indicated that she still felt the same. That he had not lost it in his blind rage. Kuch bolti kyu nahi? Pahele to totey ko behara kar deti thi. Ab kuch to bol.

"Bhau, main kya bol raha tha….."

Dutta closed his eyes in frustration. Bas, ab to yahi bolega! Baaji took the scene in one glance and said with his eyes twinkling- bhau, yahan tera story nipat gaya to dandey pe chaale? Dutta glared at him- aye, aisa kuch nahi hai. wo button sill rahi thi. Baaji- ooo! Achcha to sill gaya naa? Ab chalna, apun waise bhi late hai. Dutta nodded but as he moved away he felt a tug at his front. She was still holding the lapel of the kurta in her hands. They went back to speaking and fumbling with their eyes.

Baaji- nakku? Nakkusha turned to look at baaji questioningly. Baaji-tu button tak rahi thi ya apna haath bhau ke kurtey pe sill rahi thi…ho gaya to bhau ko chod na. Jane ka hai re! Nakkusha came to her senses and jerked her hand away swiftly pricking his chest in haste. AWWW. Naku gasped- saab! Aapko laagi to nahi. Dekhaye na! wo main..main wo..Dutta mumbled- nahi ..main teek hoon..nai..wo…

Baaji scratched the back of his head- bas, ho gaya aaj ka meeting. Inka to roz roz ka lagta hai..baaji tu hi cut le. Bhau tu neeche aaja sab nipta ke..abhi to dawa-paati bhi lagegi…tereko itaa bada sui jo chubh gaya hai.

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She waited for him to come back. The dinner was over and everyone was going up to their rooms to sleep. Aaisaheb saw nakku looking at the door and smiled- Nakku, beta use deer ho jayegi. Tu javan ghiya. Nakku shook her head- nahi aaisaheb. Main unka intezaar karegi. Unhone bhi nahi khaya hoga. Aaisaheb nodded- barr! Theek hai.

She sat on the settee awaiting his return. She laid her head on the side and thought of this morning. She remembered his absorption in looking at her. He looked at her with the same love now as he did before their wedding. she smiled as she thought of yesterdays incidence. He was discussing some work in his office with some people. She had taken the tea tray to the room. As she was about to leave baaji had asked her to bring his the file kept on the side table near the door. She had moved to get the file all the while feeling his gaze on her back. She had felt so conscious of her every move. When she had handed the file to baaji she had seen from the corner of her at him. he was looking at her as he reached for the tea.but instead of the handle he had dipped his finger in the smoking tea. As his finger was singed he jerked it in a swift motion overturning the cup in his lap. She had yelped with pain in his place.

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She felt something cold and wet on her lips. She shivered a little as the cold trickle fell on her cheek running down to her neck like first drops of rain. She smiled she always dreamt of getting wet in rains. That was the only way she could feel it. Aai, kabhi barsaat mein nahi bheegne deti..ussko darr lagta …bolti hai..ki mera raag choot jayega..sab dekh lengey..pann sapney mein bheegne se kya darr. She turned a little as some more drops touched her shoulder and throat. Kitna achcha lagta hai? She could even hear the rains in her dream.

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They had been caught in the sudden downpour just a few miles away from Ratnagiri. The first rains of the season. Good. The farmers would have a good harvest this time. He was drenched in seconds in the hard shower while getting to the porch from the car. As he had entered the drawing room the first thing he noticed was the plate that was laid out on the table awaiting him. He knew it was not the only thing waiting up late for him. He turned his neck at a soft intake of breath. She was lying on the settee in a very precarious pose with total chance of falling off it in her sleep. Her head rolled to her side almost toppling her. He reached her in nick of time holding her head in his hand, supporting her. As he bent over her a drop of rainwater fell on her lips from his wet hair. She smiled in her sleep, a sweet child-like smile, filled with mystery and mischief. He had never ever dreamt that she could ever be mischievous. It was breathtakingly endearing. He shook his head making more droplets fall. Her smile deepened. He lifted her in his arms to take her up to their room. Yahan chod diya to kal jaroor zameen par millegee… She sighed as her hands encircled his neck.

"aai, bearish ho rahi hai..Bheegne dena.."He leaned in to catch her mumble.

She said something like a protest frowning a little. As he took a step to the stirs he caught some more florid mumbling.

"sapney mein kala raag dhultey kaun dekhega…mera sapna hai.." Dutta understood she was dreaming of rains. Of standing in the rains. He realized what it must have been like to live year after year under that false face. He had only seen the lie never the pain under it. He remembered how she was ridiculed the first day in this house by roops and…he stopped pushing away the memory. Her dreamy smile hit his heart like a sword. He suddenly felt very impulsive. Why not? Just for her.

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She felt like she was floating with a strong pair of iron-like arms holding her to earth. This dream was so beautiful. She had everything in this dream..freedom from her lie, freedom in rain and …and freedom to hold him to her. The music of the droplets falling on the ground increased. The chilling wetness in the air increased…the scent of wet soil in first rain assailed her senses…. And then the drops of the rain welcomed her body with icy cold needles. This was such a real dream..the best dream…so real….so…It was real.

She slowly opened her languid eyes and looked up at the dark shadow hovering up on her. The sky was lit up for a second in lightening few seconds later the sound cracked the air. She tightened her hold around his neck. His face was visible for a minute in the lightening. The look on his face made her heart sing with joy. Such tenderness, such love. She felt him smile at her. She smiled back helplessly. He turned around in circle looking up at the sky. She laid her head back enjoying the drops like Bappa was blessing them. Washing away the grief from their lives..the darkness, the lies, the pain, the misunderstandings..all were washed away..sab shubh..sab saaf. She thought. As if he heard her mind he looked down at her. He lifted her a little in his arms jostling her. She yelped and held him tight. He grinned like a naughty little boy as he drew her close. She raised her head at the same moment. They both met the other midway as their lips touched to taste the rains on the other. As they melted into each other the world and it's shackles melted away…binding them as one for eternity.

Jab Ghunghroon Si Bajti Hain Boondein

Armaan Hamare Palken Na Moondein

Kaise Dekhen Sapne Nayan

Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann

Bheege Aaj Is Mausam Mein

Lagi Kaisi Yeh Agan

Rimjhim Gire Sawan

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Posted: 13 years ago

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OS : Adhure hum Adhure tum

She stood in front of the idol of lord Ganpati with folded hands and closed eyes, the scene where dutta was taken away in the van flashed before her eyes and she whispered his name silently, praying for his safety and return she opened her eyes and looked at Him with the belief that he would definitely come back to her soon no matter people around her were losing hope but she had full faith in her bappa after all He brought him as her savior in her life and after facing so many trials they had finally united then now could he just leave her like that when even he had started believing in her bappa. No it was totally unacceptable to her to think that he was no more " mujhe aap (bappa) par aur apne pyar par pura bharosa hai , sahab zaroor lautenge , unhein lautna hi hoga . aapne har kadam par meri pariksha li hai aur maine khushi khushi di hai lekin is baar pariksha meri nahin apki hai. Ek insaan jo aap par vishas nahin karta tha aaj usey bhi apke astitva (existence)par bharosa hone laga hai aise mein aap uske vishwas ko kaise undekha kar sakte ho." She picked up his ganpati locket, tied it to the edge of her saree, that he had thrown away in anger long time back and decided to give him back once he returned.

The clock struck 10, she went to the kitchen to get his dinner ready and thought of feeding him with her own hands. Just the thought brought back those wonderful moments that they had spent in the jungle alone where she made halwa for him and he had asked her to make something sweet for him to have once he returned after rescuing the villagers. This again gave her the hope that he would come back home safely because now he could he even see properly. When he had lost his eye sight he still managed to put up a brave fight and now after gaining his eye sight the old Dutta Shreeram Patil was back which brought a smile to her face and she started making kheer for him.

She took the dinner tray to their room and kept it on the table. She stood near the window gazing at the moon and stars above. The night became cooler and she wrapped her saree around herself to keep warm, hours passed away which made her eyes heavy. She sat on the floor and leaned her head on the wall thinking "sahab aasmaan mein jaage hue taaron ko bhi ab toh neend aane lagi, aap ab laut aao aur intezaar mat karwao." Soon sleep took over her making her close her eyes. He kneeled in front of her and moved back the tendril behind her ear gently which was stopping his view. Her angelic face looked weak and distressed due to his absence, even in her sleep she appeared restless and lines of worry were clearly visible. He pressed his lips on her creased forehead softly making her murmur "sahab"

She opened her eyes slowly to find a bruised and bleeding dutta in front of her. Unable to believe what she saw she embraced his face tenderly in both her hands. Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes as she felt his touch but the happiness was short lived when she realized that he was wounded "sahab apko toh chot lagi hai , kitna khoon beh raha hai , mein abhi dawai lagati hoon." And rushed to get the first aid box, she dipped the cotton ball with antiseptic and started cleaning her bruised neck slowly then moved to his temple and pressed the cotton on his bleeding wound, he hissed in pain and grabbed her hand kept on his shoulder. She moved closer towards the corner of his mouth and rubbed the cotton gently over it then blew on it slowly to relieve him of pain. With her just centimeters away from him he felt like drowning in her soulful eyes and whispered "nakku". As if That's all she wanted to hear so she threw her arms around him, the tears which she tried to control for long time now dropped from her eyes like pearls , he pulled her closer and rested his chin on her shoulder, inhaling her sweet fragrance and feeling her long awaited touch "sahab aap kahan chale jate ho mujhe chod kar? Thakh gayi hoon main apka intezar kar karke. Pehle umeed jagate ho aur phir door chale jate ho, kahan the itne din?kyun itna waqt laga diya? Jaaana tha toh mujhe batakar kyun nahin gaye?kabhi socha ki apke bina mein kaise rahegi? Ab chup kyun ho ?jawaab do." He broke the hug and caressed her tear stained face"itne sawaal kar rahi hai , ek baar bhi pucha ki sahab apne kuch khaya ki nahin?." She slapped her forehead for forgetting to ask him whether he was hungry. She at once got the tray and started feeding him with a big smile on her face, he too picked up a spoonful of rice and offered her "nahin sahab aap khao mein baad mein kha legi." Not willing to accept her excuse he didn't move his hand back "jab tak tu nahin khayegi mera peth kaise bharega?" how could she refuse him this time so ate the rice happily.

She kept the empty tray aside and he took her hands in his "raat bahut ho gayi hai ab tu so ja ." she nodded her head in negative "nahin sahab main nahin soyegi , main janti hai agar main soyi toh aap phir mujhe chod kar chale jaoge. Ab toh main apni palkein bhi nahin jhapkayegi (blink) is darr se kahin aap mujhse door na ho jao." He smiled at her innocent yet true love and brought her closer, he wrapped his arm around her and she placed her head on his chest "nakku main tujhse door kaise jaa sakta hoon, tere bina mein adhura hoon tera saath paa kar pura hota hoon. Tu mujh mein basti (reside)hai , yeh saansein sirf tera naam leti hain." He could feel her breathing getting heavy so closed her tired eyes and kept his chin on her head , even in her sleep she clutched on to his kurta tightly when suddenly she remembered about tying the ganpati locket around him so opened her eyes immediately and took out the locket from her saree "sahab yeh maine apke?" she looked around frantically in search of him but found him missing. She stood up and scanned the whole room but failed to find him when her gaze fell on the table where she had kept the dinner tray. She moved towards it to find it untouched , helpless tears rolled down her eyes when she realized that it was just a dream , he had still not returned. She walked like a lifeless being and stood in front of his photo frame.

Kise pata tha hum yun bichadenge

Par dil kehta hai hum phir milenge

Har khushi ki shuruaat hai tumse

Mere pyar ki saugath hai tumse

Tumhare bina zindagi mein ek kami si hai

Aaj kal palkon mein kuch nami si hai

Kise pata tha hum yun bichadenge

Par dil kehta hai hum phir milenge

Door ho ke bhi tum kareeb ho

Mera chand mere naseeb ho

Har aahat par tumhare hone ka ehsaas hota hai

jahan nazar pade wahan tumhara deedar hota hai