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Mishal Raheja as Dutta Patil

Fettered Affection ~Chapter 4

"to sleep, perchance to dream.."Shakespeare

Both friends decreased the distance between the dimly lit narrow streets and their home. The smell of wood burn, wafted into their nostrils, it was clear the winters and nip in the air called upon few wayward lads to warm their stretched palms around make shift fires.. Dutta eyed them sideways and commented dismissively, "hummh dekh inhe Baji, kitne aram se beithe hai yaar doste ke saath, na ghar jana ke fikar , na koi muft ki jhanjat..",Baji sniffed and casually asked,"kis jhanjat ke baat ker raha hai tu Bhao?"Dutta started at the ground he walked upon, and moaned back,"yehe Baji, family ke kit pit, fikar, pareshani", he admitted. Baji turned to him and tapped him on his shoulder,"aree Bhao, koi pareshani nehi hai ab, tu ah gaya hai, tu dukh ke din , gaye ab sirf sukh ke din ana ko hain, aur main hoona teri saath, tu ghum kiya?,"Dutta chuckled softly,"tu saath hai , haan Baji isi ke tu problem hai..salle nautanki", Baji, moved forward and turned his face towards Dutta as they continued to walk,"areee tum ne din tote tote ker diya mera!" he guffawed as the two tapped on their front door. Roops let them in, her exuberance got the better of her and in great demand she held her hand forward as her eyes shifted to and fro between Dutta,"mera Valentine's day gift, want it now! she cried. Dutta's face changed to the sweetest benign smile quite effortlessly.. there was no doubt he loved her so.. her every tantrum, show down he welcomed with great flair.. Baji , intervened, "hold your horses Roops itne desperate lardki hai!", he pulled out a Rose and shoved it under her nose, "ye la paker aur shor kam kar", Roops, snatched it out of his hand ,"aowwhh? bas ek Rose.. ummh" and she turned towards Dutta terribly disappointed, but Baji with double speed presented her with the teddy holding the red heart,"oyeee greedy girl, aur ye Bhao ke tirf se hai, tere liya,".Roops went"awww" but still looked in disappointed at her Bhao, she wished he would have given it to her himself, with well a few words. Dutta with arms folded across his broad chest, watched his sisters' dismayed face and, with a teasing look, he said,"ummh grown up now.. aur pani peela,"Roops shook her head and ran towards her room and in speed instead returned with a gift wrapped box , and held it on her palms as she offered it to Dutta,"Bhao happy Valentine's day.."an embarrassed Dutta received it and mumbled red faced,"ab is mein kiya hai?hummh .. good luck hai hummh?"he asked sarcastically .Roops came closer and looked up at him, "is mein mera pyar hai Bhao"..and she left AS out ,for had she said that he would have rejected the gift outright. Both mother and daughter swapped perceptive looks. Roops persuaded him to unwrap the gift while all waited and he finally uncovered a lemon shirt with big bold black boxed squares.. Dutta smiled and Roops lifted it out of the box and held it across her brother's chest for all to see.. AS's eyes watered a little as she proudly noted that her son was such a handsome man , that any colour ,any style was sure to bring out his masculine grace in every possible way.. she couldn't help but say,"bahut jach rehe hai tera pe Dutta", Dutta looked at her briefly and almost bit his lip from uttering something hostile ..AS, gulped, relieved that her son accepted her loving remark without harshness towards her. Encouraged she too decided to join in the good cheer of the occasion," koi humien batye ga ke ye walteen ka din kia hai ?.."everyone burst into laughter, all except Dutta who pulled his mouth to one side and grimly raised an eye brow.Baji moved towards her and put his arm around her shoulder and replied lovingly,"dekho AS, valentine ka din prem karne waloon ka din hota hai, maagar AS..ye din un sab logon ke liya hota hai jinhe hum pyar kerte hain jaise ke ap ,humari AS", he explained as he pressed the side of his face against hers.. Finally still influenced by his love towards her, he pushed his hand in his jean pockets and pulled out his wages folded in a small bundle.."aur ye humari tarf se ap ke liya aj ke din ka tofa , humre phele din ke kamia," he said as he pressed the money in her palm and creased her palm over it. Dutta was quick to carry out correction,"humre nehi Baji sirf teri tarf se.."he growled, paused to note the hurt on faces around him and slowly pushed his long fingers in his jeans pocket ,pulled out his money and extended his arm towards Roops,"yeh le choote, rasio ka hafta ka karcha..!",he said dryly as he stole a stealth glance at his mother..AS, in quiet contentment, mused , yes she was prepared for him to approach her eventually , but till then ,as a mother she would be the epitome of patience and allot her son the time and space he needed for his emotional lesions to heal..

Dutta sat in his usual place opposite his mother across the floor space and tucked into the frugal meal. It was strange that food was a necessity for all living organisms too survive, but his hunger was such that he felt he still starved inside, he chewed his roti under his molars and his square jaw ground away , giving him a stern cold look.. why he hungered still? for what? his mind baffled him , as he looked for answers with a vacant look in his eyes..His mother concerned, interrupted his thoughts, "thukha hoi lageta hai tu Dutta,? kyon nehi ja ke tum dono ab sau jate ho,"she suggested.Because, she addressed him he felt he had to answer,"hummh kam ke thakwaat hai, berozgari ke nehi".. he retorted. Baji and Roops, exchanged looks , here we go again! Bhao's cutting remarks , his venting off to the person who bore him..as if she was to be blamed for all the short falls in his life. Baji bowed quietly to Roops with a plea to contain herself and avoid reaction. But then Dutta could without a glitch read the silence,"haan main thek he tu bol raha hoon, kam se aya hoon, koi ghar mein aram se tu nehi beitha rethe hoon , apne zimadiryaan nibhatha hoon.."he moaned , but all round knew that he may be have awareness of his obligation towards his family, but the man had no peace.. and what was worse,they feared he knew that too.. Abruptly at a dead end of conversation he pushed himself up from the floor, washed his hands and made his way up the stairs to his room.. In silence, surrounded by the deathly cold of the night, he stood, and leaned over the wall as his narrowed eyes scanned the sleeping small town below. A funny mix of bollywood songs and barks of stray dogs cut through the otherwise motionless night.. it was funny despite the immobility of the signs of activity, few restless souls still travelled on the roads below with a mix of beamers and headlights. He caressed his jaw , in amusement as he spotted the Audi for which he had fixed the brakes.. Baji moved over to his side and noted his Bhao's smile, and after taking on board what amused him, jested,"lagte hai teri dalle hoi brakes kam kerti hain Bhao , dekha salle kaise hawa se batien ker raha hai,!"and Dutta turned his neck towards his friend,"hummh, brake nehi lagei salle ne tu mare ga ek din"!he said prophetically, and then after a pause ,he continued,"mujhe ye nehi samjhe ati, that it's a bloody narrow road, and he's driving like a manic! common sense nehi hai kya is ke pas?what happens if some one suddenly comes before him, uska tu kam ho gaya na Baji,.. sarra zor ka kamal hai Baji.. ! and he stopped suddenly halfway. Baji laughed ,"aree Bhao aagar koi samna ah bhi gayea tu woh brake lagea ga haina? "Baji assured.. Dutta was not in the mood for jokes .. he had other things on his mind. He suddenly turned away from the street and relaxed his back against the wall and faced his friend,"Baji I loathe living here in the ghettos!, mera dum khota hai yahan par Baji ! what kind of a life is this? living in dearth.., scarcity of money.. you have to think twice even if you want to spend it on yourself.."he reflected aloud.Baji studied his friend and without wishing to upset him, replied the obvious,"Bhao shukar kar sar pe chaat tu hai, there are loads of people ju asman ke neeche he soo jata hain .. hum un se tu bheter he hain..". Dutta unconvinced replied , "but I want to live in a house where the chimneys touch the clouds Baji".Baji took on board his friends sincerity and accepted it as big dreams , this sure was a good omen the man is dreaming ..and he felt his friend's shoulder, with some light heartedness, "aree Bhao don't have your head up in the clouds for too long ke duinya fleecy and woolly nazar ana lage"!he laughed as he doubled up and clapped his hands, and Dutta , gave Baji a frigid stare and a firm reply, "no Baji I once was blind but now I see..

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He lay in the darkness of his room, his arm folded under his head, and so to rest.. well he earned it ,despite his whinging and moaning he had within himself somewhere the sense of tranquillity, first days' honest wage. But he pushed his kneed up leg straight in sheer irritation, no he would not be settling for this hum bug of an existence.. but what other options does he have , he mused, Baji was right, they all need a damned shelter and for the time being to keep it up over their heads he would have to stick with what he's got.. he tweaked his lips and swallowed a lump in his throat.. still at least he was free now , how free? and from what? was still an enigma too him .. he stroked his face and rolled over to his side his brawny arm creased under his prickly cheek .. he yanked his thigh to rest on his other thigh and sighed .. but why did he feel suffocated still , that he was not quite released, that a prisoner he was and not much of a difference there is in his life even now .. oh sleep come and take my yolk for weary is my spirit.. set me free.. his back squirmed under the thin winter quilt, "arghhh!! the of crawling sensations on his skin made his hairs stand on its edge arghhh!! he jerked his posterior, he saw her! those eyes that lusted for him made him feel filthy, jailorrr koi hai! his bellowed he panted,his arm jerked her backwards.. uske awazzz! that leering voice.."ye kafi jawan hai"..."ahhh salle! he turned and pushed his leg off the bed, his hearted raced... a million horses thumping on his chest.. "Iam going to die!! hayeee!!heavy breathing.. belly qivering in rage "salleee!!.. tera haat kat doon gaaa!! mainnn!! he yelled and thumped the bed, with his fists, in lost equilibrium , he was losing his mind! he could seee her eyes and he pushed her head againsat the wall.. "Duttaaa!.. choor unhe!!" he heard "chorrr! inspector shahiba hai ye!"... "oyeee Bhao mar mite hai teri pe! kush kar de use ! do din mein bher ho jae ga tu!!.. his fist clenched and landed forcibly on the inmates lip .."ARGHHH!salle teri maa hai woh! he sworee arghhh!ahhh! with a forced heavy twitch of his abdomen he sat up and held his head in both his palms sobbing as his wet eyes looked lost in the darkness ..he sniffed sofetly in his continued sitting posture on his bed his strong but folded body rocked back and forth.. his muffled wail loosened his mouth and saliva dripped from it and between deep breaths.. he growled, "haan woh aurat thi inspector pun mujhe use ne kyun haat lagia Shamlal jee?... he wiped his forehead with his back hand , the woman needed to be fired..he recalled he should have made a hue and cry about her inappropriate touch of his shoulder..arhhh!, he flopped on his back and recalled him telling his prison warden that she had checked him out with lusting eyes.. his eyes became heavy..with anxiety again.. aurat zaat.. aur woh ek maa hai ...he tormented, use bhi kiya hai?? he flopped his head on his sweat ridden pillow, as he dozed off again and saw her there with her ogling smile before him with a cup of tea.. "nehi chahiyaa nehin!! he yelled ,her green eyes ... her faceee sarghhh hideousss frightening.. kali gorri... lae lo Saab chai.. he took it from her hand aurat hai ye bhi...hea arghhh!!! his lip was singed.. burning..heattt his face arghhh!! his laughter haaahh! ..the hate.. mar jao sarre ke sarre tumm!!!.. the smoke! the coughing she came he grabbed her by the shoulder, "haato tai!! haattt jaon samna seee bahir jaooo! he cackled ..like the devil himself.. "aaah maar mujhe! arghhh ahhh naa...he hyperventilated, yet he screamed his throat hoarse Tai! ap haat jao aage se.. main use dekh loon ga! .."mera betaaa Duttaaa !!AS screamed ..Duttaaa.. tu ja tu ja! haaan mera Bhao ko choor meri jaan bhi lene para ge Dutta tak poochne ke liya..!!! his Kala tai had yelled yaad hai use yaadiennn.. neeend .. and Dutta grabbed his pillow in his arms and wept.. .. and then bit his lip..why was he weeping he lowered his legs off the bed angrily, his chest hairs moist and flattened on his torso.. "dekh liye, hummm?? he snorted "Dutta udhar nehi rakhta.. haan mera khoon bhi gandah hai!!! he shouted as he banged his fists on the wall .."bad blood in my veins too.arghhh!! he howled like a wounded animal, as he pressed his wrists till his veins bulged up filled with blood .."ye khoon tera khoon hai..arghhh!!! he roared and he flattened his back against the cold damp wall and his back shivered at the feel ..broken he felt again! shattered, as gradually his huge frame slowly slid down till his buttocks thumped on the cold floor and to ward off the chill he gathered his knees up again, close to his warm torso, but yet again gripped by the feeling of bleakness and futility his fists clenched and banged! punched and wahcked the floor till his closed fists hurt! he rocked this house that he hated "arghhh!!! thud! knock! boom! the house reverberated under Dutta's blows of rage!...AS, Roops and Baji heard his cry of help.. AS, grabbed her pillow and cried... Jagdammbe Jagdammbe.. .. "mera baache pe tarse khaon.. Bappa.. azad kar do humere beta ko... ohhh".. she sobbed.. softly lest she woke the rest.. kal baat karoon ge Naku se ..vowed chein nehi hai humra beta ko.. she wiped her eyes with her pallu end..

The day had begun all young had gone to work, his cutting remarks of her sitting at home whilst he slogged made her sigh , still as a mother she had her whole life ahead to fret over her children.. Jagdammbe.. she pronounced habitually,for all work she undertook to be blessed ,and so she conversed with Naku," beti kal raat Dutta phir se bechain tha, tu na kha tha tu us doctor se baat kare ge kya buna uska ,?".. Naku resassured her "je AS ap chinta maat karien, aaj he buliya hai us ne ap ke bete ko",AS , burdened over this new development, replied,"dekh Naku, muhjhe dar ye hai ka pata nehi Dutta ko pata hai ya nehi? kam mein busy hai bhool na jaye..".Naku smiled , and did the required ,in this situation,"dekho AS , chalien ap fikar maat karien main ap ke beta ko abhi yaad dela deti hoon.."she vowed..

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His day commenced lying and viewing the mysteries of the unseen complexities of an automobile with his right hand extended awkwardly from underneath , he ordered,"Baji saat number ka pana de , is exhaust ka tu main band bayie ga! salla is ke phate hoi dhun na tu mera bheja satka diya hai!.. he cranked his head out from under the car as he saw Baji's legs squiggled about, "aree Bhao tera tu waise bheja satke hoi hai pure duniya se , thura aur dahla ho gaye to kya hoya! main hai na tera bolts kasana wala!"he snorted and Dutta threatened to push himself out from under the chassis! and Baji pressed the spanner in his mate 's hand. Dutta twisted and wrenched with the exhaust and almost kicked out the old one from under the car.. and thrust himself up and wiped his hands with a greasy rag and faced the customer, a young girl ,not more than Roops age.He wiped his sweaty brow with his yellowing but clean hankie and rested his hand behind his head,"ok look here, ma'am you will need a new exhaust, if you buy one from here , then I will fit it in for you too.."he explained. Her mouth dropped and she complained ,"but why could'nt you patch it up,?" he took a deep breath in and suggested," ap khud he dekh lo, aagar ek maheni mein ap wapis garage ka chakkar lagana hai tu that's up to you .."he bent down and almost irritated he exhibited the corroded metal to the customer.The girl checked him out, he seemed a decent guy , only told her the truth.. but as a customer she would still try her luck, "dekho, mera pas paise nehi hai naya khardne ke liya, aur kiya ho sekta hai"?Baji stuck his oar in, "maidum jee aur yehe ho sakta hai ke ap gare maat chalao! kuch aur travel ka bandobast karo" he said with a scratch to the side of his scalp. Dutta gave him optical daggers, and then turned to the girl,"since you ask, you can have a look at some reconditioned exhausts, they are reasonably priced, and should suit your pocket,".Since the girl seemed keen he took her to the area selling spare parts ,and once approved, he carried the part and took position yet once again under the car to install it. His mobile rang just as he was clipping the last bits and he paused and slipped his oily fingers into his jean pocket.."haaan! ummh helloo! he said sharply, for a second there was silence and his nostrils flared as he saw the number, now how the hell would he know who this was?, "oyeee tum ju bhi ho bolte kyun nehi! haan! haan!,"he yelled and finally he got a "wooh main! and he quivered his top lip , kali gorri.. and straight away he sounded grave,"nam batao" he ordered,"Saab , main Nakusha".. she said respectfully a little subdued. Now what the hell did she want with him? he thought as his narrow eyes shifted on the fitted exhaust picking up any loop holes in the job, and his fingers busily cranked the last nut,"haan kya hai ?"he spoke briefly, she felt he was busy due to pauses in the conversation,"woh main.. ap busy ho kiya"?she asked politely..and he in a dead pan manner went a length more then required with her," haan busy hoon gare ke neeche lata hoon? exhaust fit kar raha hoon , ab tum bolo kiya kam par gayea hai mujhse ?, he paused a little and added,"abhi chai ka time hai tumhare kiya? ju tum mujhe bhi offer dene ah gaye ho? .. he bit his lip at his over board manner with this girl, and her giggle at the other end ,confirmed he was vexed, and he growled,"bolehh!.She was not going to be treated like his hand maiden and she swallowed , and reiterated, "basically Iam sorry if I disturbed you at work, just wanted to remind you that at 2.00pm you have to see doctor Supriya at the Rehab unit.. ummh today" before she could finish he roared, "and who said so?,Iam not going!.. mujhe prior notice kyun nehi diya tum na! kam sirf tum he nehi karte ho kiya? mera kam ka kiya ho ga?.. besides whose idea was this?"he bellowed.Naku rolled her eyes, and felt her brow ,"hey Bappa phir se start ho gaya ye insaan..she gathered herself and retorted forcibly, "you said so last night that it was a good idea and you would go.. tu ab kya hoya? she uttered a wee bit helpless. He calmed down at her answer, perplexed .. ummh did he agree what a prat he is.. he fell silent and wiped his brow blinked his eyes and carried on,"ummh I may have , but can I change my mind , woh kiya haina main ladeez log ke saath zayeeda comfortable nehi feel kerta aur batien karo .. woh tu aur bhi mushkil ho ga mera liya."he replied firmly. Naku was sick and tired of his turns and felt he was by far the most awkward, obstinate and oafish man she had come across to date.He felt her silence and with a slow slanted smile he drawled, "so ap ka phone call waste gaya as main nehi jaye ga! tumhare us doctoreraine ke pas!, aise karo usko ko bata do to cancel!", Naku was not going to give up and she replied adamantly,"kuch cancel nehi hoga Saab, batoan kyun, is lye ke ap woh nehi ho jo zabaan de ke badal jate hain.. ap ne haan bola tha raat ko.. and I am sure you'll honour that.."she said with conviction.. Dutta , just lay under the car and closed his eyes briefly..the stupid woman has faith in me .. an ex-con.. a bad man who.. ummhh.. she empowers me he thought, kaise aurat hai ye? dosron se farak.. he convinced himself.. but no he cannot get himself carried away, she is only doing her job.. ok if that's the case than for her sake he would go.. ummh she seems genuine he contemplated.."Saaab! kya decide kiya hai ap ne..?"he stirred and opened his eyes with a brief confirmation, "haan jaon ga main.."he wanted to add, so that it shows that you Naku do your job diligently.. but didn't. Naku complacent, wound up the call, "ok Saab let me know how you get on"..she encouraged and the call ended.. Dutta tweaked the bottom of his lower lip and mused, manipulative hai ye lardki , but have to say, apna kam mein kafi impressive hai , haan mujhe se tu aache he hai , and with irate verve he pushed himself up from under the car, why the hell was he occupied with this girl's thought's, he narrowed his eyes, and pulled his mouth to side one and stood up tall on his feet.With a brisk wiggle of his palm he informed Baji, "Baji ! mein chala hai woh doctor ke pas,to tu dekh lena mera kam , kuch zayeeda tu nehi ,I have done the major over hauling , even sorted out the dent for this Accord , bas tu zarra touch up spray kar dena , main aye Seth se mil ke.."he called aloud in his guttural voice and headed towards the tap to rinse his hands. Keen eyes watched him from the curtains of the annexe near the garage and with some speed the tinkle of payals caught his auditory senses and she offered the bottle of liquid soap to him ,"ye le Dutta, aache theran se haat saaf kar le", she pouted harmlessly at him. He gave her a sided look and straightened up before she got any closer and, accepted the plastic bottle, nimbly squirted some soap , and she lurched forward to take it back from him , like he was a child, waited upon by his mamma.. Baji observed from a distance called out,"arre Sethani je! Bhao ko haat dhone ate hain, itna baaacha nehi woh jitna nazar ata hai!",Seema laughed aloud this was like old times when Baji would bring messages from Dutta to her, she looked at the arched frame of Dutta at the tap concentrating on the sanitization of his hands. She gazed at him lovingly, his hands always were a treat for the eyes, long slender proportionate fingers .. His face became red, as it seemed quite obvious to him, this woman a mother of three children ummh , his past interest was entertaining thoughts that to him were highly unpleasant and unimaginable.He stood up , abruptly faced her and curtly asked her, "Seth ko bola do kam hai,"she smoothed her sided fringe from her forehead and with a pouty mouth she apprised ,"woh kya haina Dutta , Seth tu spare sparts lene gaya hoi hain, abhi ke liye main he manager hoon ,tu mujhe bata do kiya kam hain", she fluttered her eyes gently. Dutta looked at her alive face, with utter insensitivity and spoke , purposefully, "doctor ke pas jana hai mujhe , is liye mera ju bhi kam woh Baji kare ga", and he revolved his feet and began to walk away .but Seema caught up with him and gently held his arm in concern "sab thek haina Dutta ,? she probed. He stopped in his tracks , slowly swivelled his feet and turned to face her, his head held high,"dekho Seema, thumhe mera bare mein chinta kar ne ki koi zarorrat nehi, woh AS ka kam hai, Baji ka kam hai, meri fikar kerna, tumhe kerne chaiya apne bacchon aur pati ke chinta aye samhaje mein tumhe..? aacha, ab main chalto hoon mujhe daer na ho jaye".. he said to the point and rapidly turned to make a getaway.She watched him as he took long strides, and mused..so abhi bhi Dutta ekla he hai..koi dossri aurat nehi ayea us ke zindage mein.."amma! mujhe pishee aye hai!..jaldi aao nehi tu nikla jaye ge! bawled her Tony as he stood behind her with both his legs crossed. In a huff she marched towards him and roughly pulled his trousers down only to find that he had already had a leak.. she almost smacked him and yelled in his face.."itne bare ho gaye ho tum Tony! aur toilet bhi khud nehi ja sakte!", she dragged him inside the annexe .. Perhaps Dutta was right she should worry about her family not him...she moaned internally..

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Bob, looked up at Naku and remarked, "so tell me how are things with you?, Naku, sat before him, across his desk, it was a professional question, although there may be instances when she felt that he could be easily classified as a friend, for Bob was easy going ,polite, humorous, smart and yet very proficient in his manner, unlike a certain bloke she has recently met who is uptight, brash , dull, and ummhh well he has an aura about him ,stubble and all .. aaandd she almost sighed as she came back to now.. he is not someone she works for..Bob couldn't but help detect a semi lost look on her pretty dainty porcelain featured face.. she was very stunning, but he nearly choked and cleared his throat,"a penny for your thoughts Nakusha , in case you have forgotten may I remind you ,I questioned you about how things are with you? work point of view" , he clarified a tad guilty of his own way ward thinking about her. Naku , nodded her head, positively as she showed him her complete log book of assignments, "yes Bob I am on top of my work , all targets are being met, this person is the latest one.. you know the one who lives in my area.."she reminded, and Bob skimmed through the information and then looked up across to Naku,"so what do think? any break through with him? he queried, Naku narrowed her green eyes, and replied, "awkward, but slowly and steadily getting there".. she reported only to be stopped short by the telephone call, that Bob attended to, "yes hello Mr, Shamlal, Iam fine , yes you are right no rest for the wicked,!"laughed Bob,then confirmed ,"yes she's right here, pass you over to her". Naku's eyes widened she didn't expect a phone call from the prison warden, still, no problem, thank heaven's, she is not in the dark about the case he wishes to discuss,"namaste Shamlal jee, main Nakusha, kasie yaad kiya? she asked out of etiquette,Shamlal , busy as he was stated the purpose, "please brief me about Dutta Patil, I trust he has located you? he was clearly instructed to contact you , upon his release in view of further rehab, so what are the developments?".Naku in the first instance was impressed by the monitoring that took place of released prisoners by the prison services, hence she was pleased to give her side of the story too..well she would have to tell it as it was.."well truthfully Shamlal jee , the said person did not contact me, it was his mother, as being a housebound aging widow who contacted us. Upon my home visit , she mentioned about him , how he was recently released from prison and needed a job , and that also he was displaying bouts of emotionally disturbed behaviour especially during the night, as soon as he got home, Shamlal jee so it was initially his mother, who made a cry for help and Bob here arranged for me to see the family. However, in the main, he his found a job as a mechanic in the neighbourhood where he lives .. and with regards to his disturbing behaviour, I have referred him for psychotherapy which starts today, so yes this person is being eased into society and measures are being taken to settle him in his new life outside the four walls of the cells.." reported Naku. The prison warden was well pleased and praised her efforts ,"ab har koi tumhare jaise kam kare, tu we will have the vulnerable looked after and encouraged to start life afresh , so well done , Nakusha ! and keep me posted about how things move on with him..have to say Dutta has great potential if he is handled well .."said Shamlal .. and the call ended...

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Begrudgingly with a scowl plastered across his face on lookers in the mental health section of the open clinic could make out he was not a happy bunny. Dutta on the other hand in his lemon coloured black box check shirt over a white vest and jean clad athletic legs, surveyed the place with narrow eyes as he proceeded towards the reception.The place was modern state of the arts, brilliant blue carpeted corridors, white painted walls , bright white pvc windows that allowed ample natural light and a view of the decorative green foliage and an area of the car park. His mouth curved in a slanted smile as he noted wall mounted paintings of flowers, happy faces, people with an array of expressions .. he kept walking but couldn't help resist, this framed painting of a young man holding his head down between pressed palms, weeping, his face twisted in pain.. splashing bolts of yellow, white and black zig zags of paint surrounded him.. he turned his face to the other side of the corridor and felt refreshed by another painting of two laughing and playing young boys rolling an old bicycle wheel in an open ground.. he bit his lower lip and his eyes smiled .. hummh this reminds me of Baji and myself.. he thought.."may I help you Sir? he heard, so lost was he in the place that he didn't realize he had already arrived at Reception.Unaware he turned to the receptionist and gulped then parted his mouth,"ummh woh Dr. Supriya,"he fumbled, and straightaway he received an odd look from the receptionist as he got impatient,"ap batienge ya main kisi aur se poochoon?" he nearly growled. He was forthwith supplied with an answer,"woh seedhe ja ke left pe hai unka kamra.. kya naam bataon main unko",she asked. timidly."Mera name hai Dutta Patil, buliya hai unhone mujhe, khud nehi aya hoon,"he rasped with a yank to his neck. Before she responded to him further, in a huff he followed the route she gave. Pity, he mused with nostrils slightly flared, one look at him and people form opinions about him, negative ones he concluded by their reactions, long delayed wide eyed fixed stares.., he looked at his finger nails and sucked in his lower lip as he checked her name plate on the door .. Dr. Supriya Naseb.. Psychiatrist.. hummh pagaloon ke doctor, he nearly chuckled , no wonder people checked him out suspiciously soochte hoon ge koi gadhe he hoon main.. self-conscious he elusively felt his stubble under his right nostril with one of his slender fingers, and with a deep breathe , he whined internally ye sab us lardki , Nakusha aur ho na ho AS ka kam hoga , he clenched his jaw and furrowed his eye brows with a pair of irate eyes.. the door flung open and stood before him an attractive, young woman. Immediately Dutta lowered his eyes and shifted his face from her to one side.

Her first impression of her patient was one of surprise, she had thought him to be older, but here was before her quite young .She chided herself why did she not check his date of birth?, well she curbed her feelings.. she'd better let him in, apprehensive ,that being younger hope is nonetheless wiser too."oh Patil sahib .. Dutta reverted his astray gaze back to her face, and curtly responded, "main koi sahib nehi hoon, sirf seedha sada Dutaa hoon," .she smiled and extended her hand to him , but he blanked her. She bore it, with professional flair, "then Dutta it is", she said as she moved aside to let his tall imposing frame into the room.He looked around, it was a standard doctors room, desk, patients chairs across it ,but instead of an examining table there was an easy leather covered lounging chair, and a black one sided leather settee. He looked at them, one eyebrow raised a little anxious , now what the hell is this for.. he palmed his stubble cheek with a touch of nervousness..Supriya gave a short nervous laugh, and added, "I wouldn't worry about that just yet Dutta, you just come and sit here on the chair , let's just talk", she invited as she sat her in her swivel chair behind her slim line sleek desk lined with a box of facial tissues, a silver swan neck vase with a single rose bud on a green thorn less stalk.. and a shiny pencil with a sharp pointed lead, lying next to ladies Sheaffer fountain pen..

Dutta watched her bemused as she placed her arms straight across her desk , one of them held her pencil between her fore and middle finger. Dutta lowered his gaze and stared at it and she hurriedly placed it down on the deskl and pulled up her arms and placed them in her lap.. Dutta took a deep breath, eased his lips that fall apart slightly and slowly moved his head in the opposite direction to her keen eyes that read him.His jaw twitched as he waited for her to begin..which after a while she did, once she had studied his face well.She leaned forward and with complete professional attitude, she explained,"ok Dutta, shall we say this is just a getting to know prelim meeting, ohhh sorry my name is Dr. Supriya , and I will be supporting you".. Dutta , sat stiff and looked unimpressed across at her with a not so pleased a look, "look there is no need for you to tell me ap kaun hai? I know, besides it's hard to ignore it in this place , aur haan you talk about support? kis type ka support? mujhe koi problem nehi"he minced his words.. and she was about to speak and he pointed his finger at her, "no I am the patient, you listen to me ,mujhe koi problem nehi" he insisted. Supriya, felt the panic button under her table , and he noticed and was on the ball , and further grated ,"haan buloan apne guards ko, mujhe pakar kar hawalat main band kerin..!"he roared red faced , Supriya calmly stood up and walked towards him ,and rested her hand on his broad shoulder,"nehien Dutta , I was not going to call any way, I just want you to relax, its fine you don't have a problem, shall we say, you tell me about your self hummh?", she paused and leaned over him to reach for her box on tissues on her desk.. pulled one out and passed it to him.. and he took it sheepishly and mopped his brow. She glided back to her seat ,smiled at him and began again, "ok then tell me some positive about your self" she encouraged. With a firm , unfriendly, uncompromising expression he growled, "well I am not a no do gooder, have been to jail, have come out and have a job! aur kuch?! he said in a rough row.. She bowed her head, "great, so coming out of prison and you are involved constructively .."she remarked approvingly. He glared at her, "have to earn a living, some of us don't have hefty salaries, loads of cash, and live in posh houses".. he taunted her. She made notes of his opinions to which he objected, with a furrowed gaze, "why the hell are you profiling me? I am Dutta Patil! a man with feelings, with dreams , with a damn past! in case you failed to take note! not some four digit case subject of your boxed files..! he rumbled. Supriya looked across at him as she played on the word he mentioned,"Dutta , you mentioned about your past.. tell me about it?" she said quietly.Dutta ,alerted and declined, "my past is my business and I do not wish to share it with any one not even you.."he said calmly.Supriya nodded but still persevered.."dekho Dutta, in order to glean that this service would be beneficial for you ,it's important for me to know both your surface problems and underlying problems...and Dutta most minor mental health issues stem from situations that a person goes through in the past.. if timely medical care and intervention occurs, in many cases minor health patients are cured.. so hence I want you to tell me about your past.."she explained. Dutta bowed his head once and, answered, coldly, "I was born in Ratna giri , grew up in Pativadi, baap , use mein na jaan se maardiya.. ek maa hai , ek bahi jaisa dost, aur teen bahien hain mere... bas aur kuch nehi.. that's it "he sealed his mouth and delivered a cold stare at her ...She accepted whatever he disclosed.. in fact she was pleased he mentioned his crime.. even though it was to shock her , but of course ,she would not give him that pleasure.. she made a note.. now she was making a break through..so she prodded gently.. "tell me Dutta, do you have phobia's, fears..? "as he looked full of sarcasm at her, she waited till he spoke,"dekho doctor shahiba... Dutta kisi cheez se nehi darta!.. mana tu bas main na dar hai!".. but after a brief pause he continued, "ummh bas darta hai tu sirf apna ap se.." he admitted eventually.. Supriya, teased more out of him,"aisa kya kiya tum ne ke tumhe apne ap se dar lagata hai?.." Vexed he slammed both his broad palms on her desk,"iska jawab tum talaash karo doctor! paisa kis kam ke milta hai tumhe?" he mocked. Supriya, gulped nervously, that a troubled yet rude man he was.. challenging ..

In a stride she continued, after he had pacified and sat back in his chair, "tell me Dutta , as your therapist, about your negative thoughts.. if you have any? and also tell me how do you deal with certain negative situations..? aaand before you ask me why? let me explain, that this may help in pinpointing some depressed thoughts that you may not be aware of.."she clarified.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed, he would talk his way out as best as he could to get out of his situation, he reflected, he replied in his guttural voice,"dekho doctor, main insan ho koi devta nehi ,tu hain mera mein bhi kuch buriyaan.. woh kiya haina, gussa bahut ata hai mujhe, ab hawalt mein rehe kar , is per kabo rehkna ah gaye hai mujhe..wahan batiyaa , ke aise situation jis ke wajah se gussa aya ho.. udher se chala jao.. so wherever possible , I make a conscious effort to walk away from such incidents that irate me.". he revealed.."Supriya made a note of his negative personality trait and the strategy he uses to combat it, but she knew there was more to him that he willingly exposed..

He looked at his wrist watch and crossed his leg and rested his broad palm on his crossed leg's ankle, restlessly...

Supriya , finally asked him, "tell me Dutta, what do you hope to achieve by the end of therapy sessions?I mean this will help us both to set goals for you.. to work on further sessions.."she enlightened, "kya! he thundered and stood up, glaring down at her, "ye koi football ka match nehi jo tum goals set karo! meri life hai! aur sessions bhi hoon ge? he stopped and shook his square head and glared in space...She looked up at his tall frame and fired a questioned at him, "look Dutta why do you think you are here ?".He turned towards her, his palms flattened on her desk, he inclined slightly over her desk his eyes flashing, "I don't know! I was told by Nakusha that you expected to see me.. so main ah gaya , but now you say more sessions.. forget it! I don't have a problem you hear that lady! he bellowed and hauled himself up.. Supriya too stood up from behind her desk,"then why do you have nightmares and cannot get a decent night's sleep! also why can't you get on with your mother? !any answers..? she challenged and he made for the door and exploded with anger.."none of your business!" and slammed the door behind him... Supriya picked up the phone.. her face crimson red...to be continued Hamlet53~ 1.3.13

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Precap:"Naku edhur ah jaldi", said Dutta, as he grabbed her arm just above the wrist.

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Originally posted by: tamanna1391

Originally posted by: afzal7861

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hi afzal

hi hammiee

Hi nakusha tahare ne reply kya tha woh buz hai jaldi he forum pay aa ge

HI Hamlet

Loved the ud Dutta agrees and goes to see the doctor sups but it did not go well I hope some how naku will make dutta to go back and continue with the therapy. roops got dutta a gift a shirt that was sweet. I hate seema please don't bring her back.

Thank as always loved reading it the FF can't wait for the next ud Take care have a lovely weekend