FF~Fettered Affection.chp20.p144 23.8.13 - Page 29

Originally posted by: afzal7861

hi every one😊

yaad hai main kaha tha mujhe aap sab ko ek good news dine hai main toh tahera ki mom ke theek hone ka intezar kar raha tha ke woh theek ho jaye par ye baat sab se share karon ga leking nahi tahera ke pat main yeh good news wali baat hazam nahi ho rahi thi bol rahi thi ke abhi bato jaldi bato tu es liye main aap sab ko yeh batana chahta hoon main main

papa banne wala hoon😃

ab tahera bahut khush hai woh popee jo ban ge hai mere honwala bachi ki😃

Originally posted by: Hamlet53

Originally posted by: Hamlet53

hi... twinkle .. 😃😃good to see you on this thread..yes i haven't forgotten OS AND GOLD..like i said this FF is my main.. ummhhh work..
with much love hammie

Mishal Raheja as Dutta Patil

Fettered Affection ~ Chapter 5

"Vale of years"...Shakespeare

The cool sip of water seeped down her gullet as she pulled out a tissue a top her desk and mopped her brow.Shaken she was not but, faced she did much to her displeasure that a patient did walk out on her while a session was in progress. She pushed the phone on speaker as she busied herself in preparation of a coffee to soothe her somewhat frayed nerves.Naku midway in the process of evaluating notes on her administered jobs, smiled knowingly at the caller, "well, how was it ?she asked eagerly ,then realized her professionalism and her friends also, and asking apprehensively,"so all over and done with the meeting then?,Supriya sighed,"yep as well as could be initially, but have to say Naku, he was mostly non- cooperative ,but that is expected as I would probably be out of sync too in a strange place too with a strange woman"she stated patronisingly. Naku gulped as she thought unkindly of Supriya's remark, and then wondered what did matter it to her, if slight negativity was angled towards him and that too by a his psychiatrist. She laughed nervously and confirmed with Supriya,"tu sab thek tha? Supriya refuted, "well actually Naku that's why I phoned to inform you that umm Dutta Patil just walked out of this place!", she paused and then added," in a huff Naku, gussa mein gaya hai"! Naku bit her lower lip, and blushed, this was most amusing that she was being reported to.. on.. umm his activities, but was rudely brought back to planet earth, when Supriya reminded her in time,"I thought I should keep you in the loop Nakusha ,as you made the referral perhaps you could update your notes". Naku then ,applied herself back to task and inquired in way of her job, "ok ,thanks Supriya I shall most definitely make a note, but can you please also tell me the reason why he decided to walk out, as the reason of his action has to be substantiated by cause...Supriya nodded, "yes sure, well you can make a note that after having a preliminary meeting session with him, I have concluded that he needed further psychotherapy session, now when I informed him my conclusive decision , he was in immediate disagreement and demonstrated in way of walking out!", she disclosed. Naku opened her green eyes widely and mused, what could she do to bring home this point to Dutta, but as she herself was not sure as to the how? she could do so ,she decided her best bet was for the moment to say,"umhh Supriya tell you what, I'll see what I can do," she waited briefly then continued, "look I can't promise anything but will sure look into impressing the fact that further sessions with you can be beneficial for him,".Supriya , smiled mischievously, "better you then me Nakusha", who giggled," kyun Supriya ? difficult mareez hai kya?, Supriya, laughed,"no Nakusha not difficult, in fact an interesting one he is ,really I am actually looking forward to treating him.. in fact it will be a shame to lose him as a case" she said objectively,"chal I have my last patient waiting for me and then it'll be pack up time, I'll keep in touch! see you" concluded Supriya and the call ended.

Dutta took long strides and made his way out of this place, this place was insane enough to make the sane go off the rails he irked inside.No way in hell was he coming back in here, he wrestled mentally as his feet quickened, and found himself en route to the bus stop, bloody waste of time and money this trip was!..he moaned as he joined the queue .. It was rush hour, end of working hours, bringing back a load of commuters back to Patil vadi...He checked out ,predominantly a line of young men and women awaiting the arrival of the bus that would take them home. He tweaked his stubble indented broad chin. It was commendable that this lot went out of their local area to earn an honest living, no doubt a worthy thought he mused ,however no guarantee of surplus of cash flow, in fact he thought, no surety of sufficiency either.. He arched up his neck in direction of his left and almost blinked slowly, as he eased his set mouth ,well what a coincidence, it's her kali gorri.. dressed in a simple tiny floral printed orange fitted shirt, churidar pyjama, single loose plait that hung forward from the side of her long fair neck.. he twisted his mouth so kali gorri in her real avatar.. She too saw him ,her green large doe eyes, twinkled out of sheer recognition ,he preferred to deduce, and nothing else. With a brush of her palm against stray strands of her mid parted jet black hair, that framed her stunning face.. she moved towards him slowly.He piqued his mouth and lowered his eyes, with a swift thought, now why the hell is she progressing towards me , there's no damned space here ,the bus stop is packed, he craned his head above the people and blinked his narrow eyes once as he indicated , no space,and to stand and wait here where there some space, slighty apart from him.. She could see what he meant and blushed and stopped and stood aside the crowd. She had hoped that he would show some politeness or recognition of her and make an effort to talk to her. But, that she realized was an improbability.. She rested her eyes on his hard lined stubble face and recalled what Supriya had reported to her.. troubled and oh so awkward, she mused.Still for her sake this was a time when her main focus was to hope the bus arrives soon ,and nothing else. Yes it approached and so started the frenzy to board it by passengers! ready to embark it before it even came to a safe halt at the stop.There was a brief dodge and miss between passengers embarking and disembarking passengers..finally things gradually came into place as some organized movement ensued in the door of the bus at the rear of the bus. Dutta turned to check her out ,the silly girl!, still stood there at the side of the bus stop and he couldn't but help crease his eye brows slightly just between his strong nose.With a pull in of his breathe he remarked curtly, "ab bus ah gaye hai , kis cheez ka intazaar hai tumhien? and before he finished the bus driver revved to announced that was it! Dutta in a flash of lightening yelled! "Naku edhur ah jaldi"!, as he grabbed her arm just above the wrist.He almost hauled her up and refrained hard from pushing her back, into the moving bus a as she looked down at him feebly with an anxious smile she had to help him. He scuttled to grab her hand that she offered for him to board, in horror she watched his big feet move sideways on the road.. aghhh!! he nearly yelled as he gripped hold of the side handle of the door! Dutta finally, heaved and hurled his huge frame into and almost on to Nakusha's tiny frame.Electrified! he stiffened up as he looked down into her upturned eyes briefly.. the yell from the driver,"beith jayen ap duno!" resounded in the bus and heads turned to watch the rare spectacle .. Dutta moved backwards as his broad palm stretched sideways and frantically grabbed hold of the suspended safety loop from the ceiling of the bus.He palmed her to go ahead in the aisle of the moving bus.She moved ahead and he at a distance moved behind and then suddenly stretched and pointed left with his long arm to a couple of empty seats.Naku found it and sank down in place on the window seat.He stood in the aisle and looked sideways at her , and had second thoughts of sitting next to her. She looked up at him with her green eyes, and concluded now as she knew him he would decline this seat.. and sure enough he did and continued to stand as his athletic frame lurched and wobbled every which way slowly. She turned her face towards the window, and flared her nostrils slightly, there was fat chance of her saying anything to him , in way of begging him to sit down ,if he desired to stand in the aisle then so be it.. The bus stopped and Dutta had to squeeze forward to let people pass so they could alight. He then sat down next to her and slowly glanced at her sideways blinked his eyes and crossed his leg so as to maintain distance from her. She played with her fingers in her lap and smiled shyly...and he raised his right arm nearside the aisle, and his slender fingers pressed his hooded eye lids to indicate fatigue. She took got the message that he relayed , yet chose to be silent, she certainly did not desire a scene from him in the bus, after all for him this is a one off journey, but for her, she boarded this bus every day to come home, some passengers were known faces as well.Dutta too obstinately ,kept mum, he was annoyed enough with her for forcing Supriya down his throat. Finally, not being able to withstand the silence she decided to approach him, softly "so did you have a good day", he heard and pulled his mouth to one side and replied, "haan, thek tha, mera din, ab koi bahut bare hasti tu hoon nehi main, ju aram se beithoon aur dossera mera liya, paise kamien.."he gibed Naku bit her lower lip , why must he always reply back in the most offence of manners, "no I just asked, out of politeness, that's what people do at the end of a working day,ask how was your day?," she confessed. He bowed his head and responded,"ummh, waise mujhe kehna pare ga, ke tu ju man me hota hai bole dete hai, ummh I approve of such people, ju seedhe baat karien" he studied the insides of his palm, and carried on, "true you are being polite, as thujhe kiya lage how my day went, humm koi dost tu hain nehi meri, ummh haan! welfare officer zaroor hai tu meri.. he admitted , paused and glanced at her sideways, "pata hai jab Shamlal je ne mujhe kha ke is se milo , tu I never imagined that it would be a .. ummh a woman.." he expressed. She smiled at him sideways looking at his strong handsome profile and went ahead and quipped,"tu ab you know that I am a woman do you approve or disapprove?" she queried. As expected he evaded and replied, "tum apne kam mein aache ho, mujhe koi farak nehi parta tum aurat hoti ya mard, insaan kaise ho haan that I would be interested in.."he indicated.Since this was a rare occasion when he spoke readily, she further probed him, "tell me Saab how do you find me than as a person?".He was taken aback by her boldness, and was about to snub her, but instead obliged her,"daler ho, dil ke baat saf bolete ho, edur udher ghumte nehi ho baat ko, pun, kuch zayeeda he bolte ho..logon ke mamala mein thang bhi urathe ho, magaar ho sakta hai ye tumhara kam ka zarorat ho".. he stopped for a bit as he bopped up his neck to see where they had reached yet in their travels, and then turned to her sideways and relayed,"aur dosseron ke bare mein soochte ho tum isliye to samaj sawa ka kam kerti ho tum , which tells me that you have a compassionate heart Nakusha.." He then fell silent as he noted she blushed, and gradually he turned his face the other way, almost crossly at himself, what is the need he mused, to engage into this flippant conversation with this girl, if at all he has a bone to pick with her he griped! with a flare of his nostrils. Naku looked at her left arm just above the wrist and moved her long sleeve and was about to kiss her teeth!, but instead, just gently rubbed the mark.. on her wirst..such a beast, she could easily have him done for physical assault ,but..He slanted his head sideways and saw his finger marks bold and clear! that bruised her arm just above her delicate, fair wrist, inadvertently he clarified with a concern, "lage tu nehi thujhe...ummh,Naku? and she looked up at him sideways, still caressing her wrist,"ap ko kiya lagta hai, ye nishan, nehi bata reha, the level of trauma", she teased but warned too.He blinked his eye , and looked at his palm, with a justified mutter,"woh ummm main ne jan ke nehi kiya, tum tu jante ho , I didn't want us to miss the bus, waise bhi main lardki log ke saath zorr uzmaie nehi karta", he yanked his head and almost give a hint of a smile, and whispered "that's not my forte.. it's men I prefer to deal with.. erhh, when it comes to manhandling I mean.."he carried on nervously. She so very much wanted to broach, the session topic with him but kept deferring it. It would be ideal if he would put in the effort himself and mention it, but that Bappa! would be too good to be true.. ye aadmi aisa nehi kare ga, that was confirmed. She was fortunate enough that he is conversing with her on a normal day to day basis, and she would certainly have to hold her horses,"tu apne kam, se kush hai Nakusha?, ye roz roz ke travel kerna?"..he asked out of the blue.She looked out of the window and replied, "haan Saab Iam content, mere maa , babba ne bahut mehnaat ke hai mujhe education dilwa ke , so yes in that respect I expected a decent job at the end of the line.. pata hai meri Aye bolte hai Naku, tu office pe na bhi kam kerti tu bhi logon ke samaj sawa kerti.."she giggled, and continued "meri Aye bolte hai ke yeh maat soochna ke tu lardki hai, tu sirf tera lagan he karna zarorri hai ,Aye bolte, Naku thujhe parhana bhi zaroori hai ",she said proudly. Dutta looked at her sideways and asked, "sab batien teri Aye he bolte hai? tu kuch nehi bolte?"once again she giggled and said shyly, "look abhi thore dear phela ap ne bola ke main kuch thura zayeeda bolte hai! tu I'd rather not say much, but yes of course I believe that woman must be included in the workforce of our country , alongside home management when the time comes,",she professed proudly.Dutta nodded , it was obvious that he liked talking to this girl..There was a sense of innocent yet plausible intelligence about her.. she didn't pry into his life but his troubled soul deep inside found some undefined solace when it interacted with her..He became on guard and pushed his back firmly against the seat of the bus.."so I suppose tumhari Aye must be on the look out for some aacha sa lardka for you then?" ,he asked by way of conversation as she had touched about it earlier..she turned towards him, "lagan, mujhse kaun shaadi kare ge Saab? she teased.He looked ahead and reacted, "kyon ? teri main kya burrai hai? samhajdar hai, parehe lekhe hai, job kerte hai, dekhne main bhi tehk hai , koi gadhe he hoga ju thuj jaise lardki ko inkar kara.." he affirmed.She looked at him, "pun Saab aj kal log paise wala, takatwar parewar jhate hain.. aur woh jo khandani ho, mera family tu hardworking seedhe saadhe log hain, jo hai mehnat ke kamai hai, tu ristha milna zarra mushkil hoga mera liye, aur haan hum inha jahaaz bhi nehi de sakte.. jo lardki walon ke mang hote hai , bungla ,gare.."she clarified. Dutta, raised his palm towards her, and announced,"haan sun liye hai tera bhasan, bol apne Aye ko tera liye aaj se he jaheez jama kerne sharru ker de"!..he growled. She cowed back, towards the window of the bus wondering what brought about a short fuse in him.

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Luckily, they reached their destination ,there's was the last stop. The bus would be in transit for a while before starting off the reverse route again, but the main one would be the morning one , when once again commuters board this bus to commute for work. Dutta and Naku , walked in silence side by side. None was in a hurry , just a slow walk .. She still waited and then he began.Within himself he knew that their journey had terminated, he could sense she wanted to know how things went with him and he said quietly as both carried on walking in the lit up street... homeward bound, "phooche ge nehi mera meeting us tera doctereyani ka saath kaise gaye" he said with bruised ego as he had to start.She looked up him sideways and responded, "yes I would love to know how it went along, as you are happy to tell me". He growled,"haan! batie ga main thujhe! tera he idea tha na? aur woh meri AS ka ! well bad idea! ekdum bikwas! aise ajeeb aurat the woh! personal questions phoochte the, aur pata hai Naku use mera personal batien bhi pata the!" he moaned loudly and stopped and turned to face her in the middle of the street, accusingly and she too slowly tuned to face him as she looked up into his narrow glaring eyes.."ummh kaunse batien Saab batao,? she looked around and realized they were in the middle of slow small time vehicles like bikes and pedestrians! all in a hurry to get home.. "dekho Saab, udher chalo , woh park mein bench hai, us street lamp ke neeche, beith ke bato". With a face soured by a sulk he followed her to the bench and stood till she sat down with her hands in her lap.The street lamp above the bench lit up her svelte seated form against the twilight. She looked up at him, tall and imposing in his shirt and jeans, his face fixed and still as he gawked down at her, "ok are you going to tell me now? why dont you sit down she repeated. He growled, "nahin!main khara he thekh hoon, ya koi yaari dosti ke batien nehi ho rehe hain! kam ke baat ho rehe hai , haan! he yelled, stopped and started again,"how the hell does she know that main raat ko sau nehi sakta ?!!ye tu tum ko bhi nehi pata!" he pointed a finger at her..she nodded her head ,and firmly looked into his irate eyes, "mujhe pata hai Saab, ab ke AS ne bataya mujhe, you forget main un ke social worker bhi hoon!.. she was concerned about you", she replied slightly irritated by him.This was ridiculous it was going around in circles, she vexed inside. He watched her bemused from his height and palmed his face, smug as a bug!. So, he has managed to annoy this lardki , he folded his arms across his broad chest, and parted his lips,"dekho us Supriya ko ye bhi pata tha , ke meri AS se unbun hai!! .. ab ye mera neeji mamla hai! , who the hell is she to refer to it! Naku! I was so annoyed I bloody walked out! he bellowed. Naku stood up, "haan mujhe pata hai ,mujhe sab pata hai!".He heard and raised his palms in space ,and slowly gyrated his neck and then brought it forefront to face her, flashed his narrow eyes at her and was almost about to shake her by grabbing her shoulders, but in time he froze his palms mid air and gradually let them drop by his sides. He drew a deep breath to ensure his calm.But soon after he spewed anger at her, "how dare you dicusss me , you call this professionalism ke woh Supriya thujhe batiye ke I walked out answer me! Iam her bloody patient for heaven's sake! he protested. Naku stood firm and blurted back, "hold on Saab ab bhol rehe hain ke ap mera bhi support sytem mein hain, so if we both discussed you it was because I needed to know, I hope you understand this", explained Naku. He calmed down instantaneously, and accepted her explanation, but still moaned. He, pointed his finger lightly at her in way of persuasion,"but you have to admit it was unethical on this doctors part, to report me to you ,after all I am her patient.."he admitted, yet again! and Naku tried to suppress a smile but failed as she, kidded, "chalo Saab this is good news that you do consider yourself as her patient!". He jut his mouth and lower jaw obstinately, and gave her a challenging glare, "ayee mera saath free maat ho lardki! haad mein raho!"he warned. She looked up him without blinking her green eyes and complained, "ap ka kya matalab hai being a woman I have no sense of humour? that's a biased view!", he looked at her and shook his head, "bahut bak bak kerte hai tu,".. and after that he paused and reverted back to the issue at hand, "dekh Naku , woh bole aur session kare ge mera saath, tu I am telling you NO! A BIG NO!main nehi jaye ga uske pas!" he said with full finality. Naku , stood up before him and raised her green doe eyes and reasoned,"dekho Saab is treatment ko ap ye samjho ke ap apna dukh bant rehe hain, ummh woh, kya haina dokh buntna se dil hilka ho jata hai" she said.He doubled his neck and looked across at her,"dekh Naku in case you have forgotten the treatment is about healing the mind, not the heart..dil ko halka kerne ke liye cardiologist ke pas jana hoga mujhe..humm"he retorted.. she giggled, but gently cajoled him testing the waters, "so jao ge ap sessions ke liye.. ? he stood before her and played with his stubble hair above his lip, and furrowed his brow a bit, "aagar main bolon nehin! to kiya kare ge tu? you can't force me.."he challenged with half bemused contracted eyes, and she held both her hands before her loosely."nooahhh, but I can give Shamlal jee ap ke bad report, ke you are refusing to have therapeutic treatment, "he glared at her and boyishly complained, "lekin mujhe nehi baat kerne us doctor se.. ummh I'd rather talk to you.." Naku, gulped and thought..ooohhh ummh, this professional relationship was becoming..chummy and that will not do..Her unexpected silence, prompted a deep prolonged look at her from him, and he folded one arm across his chest and the other he held up to caress his broad stubble chin.. He watched her mutely too and then sighed and reiterated ,"baat uske pas ja ke baatien kerne ke nehi hai Naku.. bas yon samjhe le , mera seena mein bahut raaz dafan hain.."and he ceased his disclosure midway.. abruptly. Naku keenly goaded, "Saab kya hai woh raaz , aj bole he do, mun halka ho jaye ga!"she persuaded him yet again.He raised his palm in her face."bas! nehin! kuch nehi bolon ga ab main.. baat kerti hai.. janata kya ho main tera bare mein? aur kaun hai tu meri? hummm? kuch bhi nehi! ek social worker hai tu. woh he bun ker rhe!.. he paused and started to walk away in a hissy fit! he took a few long strides and then stopped slowly revolved his feet and turned his neck with a roar,"ab uthe! ghar nehi jana ?raat edhur bench pe he guzzarne hai tune?" and he waited for her to join him and she did... and they walked side by side engulfed by complete stillness.

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Yes she was no one to him, but alas she was more than her..that doctor woman, but no more than his rehab officer, he prompted himself , and he better not forget that .. take a step back , whatever he lay buried in his heart needed to stay there.. what was the point in raking up the past , but alas hound him it did. Tonight he seemed burdened by a sense of abandoned gloom.. he walked alone, home was not too far, but that was the last place he wanted to be. Unaccompanied he was tonight, only companioned with his memories ,hang overs.. the past.. did he dare to turn back, can he defy the present and delve into what was.. he was tempted, he kicked a stone with the tip of his trainer and spotted the old school, shack like old, now but still up.There! visual reminders sprang up at every step. No rummage of his memory was required. He looked around and found that lone tree with wide spanned out strong branches; twisted ,curved and bendy .. he could see himself in shorts and shirt on one of the branches and Baji looking up and squinting his eyes.. "Bhao !neeche ah nehi tu main bhi upar aon ga "!and how he yelled down at him from the top ."ja ja teri thangien abhi itne lambhe nehi hoyien ke tu uppar ah sake Baji..! he walked in a trance, towards the tree , bent his knees and just sat down in the darkness of the night..some where a stray dog barked and a frightened bird fluttered its plummage amid the branches of the tree and flapped its wings and flew off! as Dutta sank to the ground and with knees up he rested his back against the strong as old as history tree trunk. he sighed in peace he felt like a traveller in need of a respite.. and he rested his head against the trunk of the tree... "woh mara! , the click of glass against glass was sounded as both him and Baji scrambled for the marbles on the ground .. and one by one taking turns they aimed.. at the marbles! identity !aim! and strike! what fun it was time flew by.. wish it had stayed still .. and Dutta pressed his closed eye lids hard with his fingers, "maagar waqt ko koi nehi qaid ker paya .. woh azad ghumta hai, hawa ke tehran."he mumbled . !haaann" .. he could see the tall frame of his father in a white dhoti kurta approaching his house..babaaa! little footsteps ran frantically and clung to those dhoti clad legs! baaabaaa paisa do na tofi lene hai... haat!haat! chor mujhe ! jab dekho paise he mangte hai.. and two hard hands dug into his tender soft young arms and a smack on his head jarred his whole being! ..that made him let go of the legs in the dhoti ... he winced and his head against the tree trunk jerked! as he felt pushed away .. "Dutta ! Bhao , maat roo , tubby hands were felt on his cheeks as hot salty tears were wiped away.. "tu roya ga tu main bhi roo doon ga" .. and both sat on under this tree trunk overlooking their house with protective arms on each others shoulders.. Dutta covered his ears with his palms.. clearly heard was a volley of abuses and cusses... and then there was shouting. .. babaa yelled and AS cried as if in agony.. Dutta remembered , those often repeated yells how could he forget,"choor do tum sab mera peeche!jab dekho mujhse paise mangte ho tum sab , nehi paida kerne chaiya the tumhe ye char musebatien! mera khoon choose liya hai tum logon ne! .. !nehi doon ga ek photte korehi bhi tujhe aur tera baachoon ko Shakuntala! ab peeche chor de mera ," and then there was more crying as fuming he stormed out of their house.. Dutta wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes... he shuffled his bottom and rested his hands on his knees and closed his eyes yet again.. They stood in the school grounds .. It was lunch time, it was again a pleasant past time, a shot at marbles!.. . he was winning till this boy the same age as himself came, disrupted the game and palmed the marables and turned to walk off... "ayeee wapis rekh humre kanche.. abhi ke abhi.. but to no avail .. and he laughed and walked off ... "mera mal kehen nehi jaya ga! growled Dutta in pain .. and then hitting! punching! kicking! and snatching back what was theirs! and the boy ran off howling with a sore eye... salla !Dutta cried in anguish as he moved his head from side to side against the bark of the tree..

"hayeee maaa..." whispered Dutta, in his shadowing surroundings. In a long drawn single breath he spoke aloud from the heart, "Baji , tu janata haina? thujhe meri kasam hai sab bata saf saf"... "haaannn Baji! his bosom friend, he who always shared his grief.. disclosed the unthinkable..and now Dutta could see his father hale and hearty going into this big house.. they hid behind one of the trees in the garden and she came out this cheap made up woman, accompanied by a girl the same age as Roops... his babaa greeted them and they him..the girl ran and embraced him "babaaa! babaa! Dutta turned and looked at Baji and his eyes swam in pools of tears he felt he would pass out , 'twas too much for an adolescent boy to take in .. another shock! as the boy Dutta beat blue and black came out and his father held his face in his hands and yelled "kisi ne buniya hai mera beta ke ye halat!" ?..The woman screamed," mera Digu ke ye halat tumhara beta Dutta na ke hai"!..

In terror ,they ran, him and Baji from there! as if hounds followed them hot on their tracks.. how he ran and ran! the marathon of angry hurting tears.. making a frenzied sprint!.. he cried and cried till he reached home crying and made a beeline straight for his mother's lap and feel limp into her protective arms... AS...ummhhh he felt a moist teardrop with the tip of his right hand's forefinger in the outer corner of his eye..AS, calmed him down as his young adolescent body convulsed in her embrace.How she asked him what the matter was but all she got from him were floods of tears, he cried and she ran her fingers through the thick mop of his hair.. till his sobs subsided and worn out, his eyes closed, with his head on his mothers lap.

In the chill of the night,a deathly howling anguish of a cat in labour tore the darkness around him, it reminded him of a wail of a woman.. whose world had ended. He moved forward, with limp flopped hands, that lay yanked from his arms which rested on the hard posts of his knees, his head hung between his knees in sheer bleakness.. ahhh he breathed in deeply. What a small pitiful wretch he was..His memory conjured up his confrontation with his father.How shamelessly defiant , minus of moral qualms was this man! "haan maine ju kiya thek kiya tumhare saath rehe ke main ghareebi mein he retha! haan mera zindagi mein haai dossera aurat... ek paise wale aurat! aaj se nehi.. bahut daer se! .. Dutta shouted the question like revalation "woh baache hain tera!", how he had given the evil smile his teeth sticking out... hain baache hain mera us se do.. larka bhi , lardki bhi.. ! and than a cruel tug and twist of his ear ! how he had screamed, "chorru mujhe! a forceful push aside and then the warning, "is apne pille ko samjhe la Digu ke aas pas bhi nazar aye Dutta tu apne hatton se us ke jan le loon ga main"!! .. Kala tai... and Dutta smiled , shouted , "tu mera bhai ko haat laga ke dekha to sab Patil Vadi mein bata dein ge , tera ghande kartotoon ka! bina lagan us waishia ke saath reh raha hai tu! ja ja nikal hamra ghar se isi waqat! "she had howled like a young banshee!.. he had tried to wack her too ,! haan han ja reha hoon, jao jahnam mein tum sare ke sarre ! mera liye mera sab kuch mera paise hai samjhe tum sab ke sab! ghande nali ke karre! paisa! ju tumhara pas nehin hai...!!" and he was out of their lives... Dutta, face twisted in pain as his wide blank expressionless eyes just dripped tears of blood.."hummh paisa.. ju humara pas nehi hai..

Bhao! tu yahan hai"! Baji ran towards him and sank down on his knees and looked at his friend's face blank but the eyes said it all.. a forlorn, hopelessness.."aree tu udher, itne raat ko, ghar mein sab preshan hain ke tu wapis nehi aya , doctor ke pas a .. chal uthe ab ghar chal!" Baji offered his hand to the sitting Dutta.. Dutta looked up at him , irritatedly."kya hai Baji! can't a man be on his own, har waqt tu mera poonch ke terah mera saath hota hai jaaa muhje nehi jana ghar!". Baji could sus out by the complete scenario that his Bhao was troubled .. and the last thing he would do now was to refute him.."haan Bhao sure! you have the right to be alone , but so does your family, they have the right to be concerned about your whereabouts , that's why I came looking for you, come on now let's go home.."he gently persuaded his friend. Dutta looked up at Baji affectionately ," pata hai Baji , thujhe dekh ke mujhe ek gane ju maine ne baachpun mein suna tha , yaad ata hai ,tu kal bhi ass pas tha , tu aaj bhi karib hai.." drawled Dutta and Baji, moved back and covered his face with his hands as he, said,"haila".. oh maa! pee rekhe hi kiya tune! he guffawed in the darkness.Dutta glared at his friend rested his right palm on the hard soil and pushed himself up on his long legs with a statement.."mujhe paisa bunana hai Baji .. paisa.." Baji nodded,"ho Bhao pun ab ke liye tu ghar chaal.. and he put his protective arm around his friends wide shoulders and both comrades, mates forever.. walked home through the dim darkness of the night.. Dutta under Baji's warm arm over his shoulder mused ..tu khoon tu nehi hai mera, magaar, mera dil aur jigar zaroor hai ..dost..", Baji rolled his big naughty eyes and his dimples dented his cheek.."hain? yehra ekdum emotional.. baap re baap..

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Concealed under the mantle of the night, surreptitiously in full view were the watched..Dutta , Baji in perfect mind except for fatigue ambled homewards..

Four pairs of shady eyes peered from the black Pigaro four by four wheeler.. the fresh young guy behind the steering wheel.. moved his head and checked his teeth inthe rear mirror of the vehicle.. a scrap of betel leave lodged between his incisor and sharp canine, he effortlessly felt the sharp pointed gold horn that hung suspended from his heavy 24 carat gold chain and picked the scrap out. He turned his head towards the driver seat open window and spat out the scrap.."ye dekh lo tum sab aacha theran se ..woh lambu.. sher ke mafaq hai salle ke chaa!.. he drawled as his keen eyes studied Dutta's tall frame walking straight ahead with Baaji. the two had for sometime sparked his attention.The passenger next to him agreed ,"haan bole tu Jerra blade! salla chalta tu aise hai jaise sare elaqa par raj kerta ho.." hummm agreed the driver.. "wohi tu.. bas ye mil jaye tu humari haqumat paki.. Ratna giri pe.." he reflected aloud as he chewed pan and pulled in a long drawn drag of his biri.. slowly he pouted his lips and let out the smoke ... his pupils dilated by the high.From the back, another of his informers reported,"Bhai!.. suna hai hukumaat ka mehaan tha ye sher, abhi abhi ghar lauta hai". the boss wanted to know more.." jurm kiya tha sher ka?, the guy from the back nodded his head, "ab ye tu pata nehi Bhai, hoga kuch? koi chorri chakari.."he presumed.The boss turned his face and stretched his arm backwards and delivered a hard smack on head of the reporting lesser gang members ."nehi kerane mujhe us se chorri chakari .. humm supari or tapkana wale kam lena hai us se maine.."he emphasised. After a pause he queried, "aur kiya jante ho uske bare main..?" the guy who got slapped attempted again to impress his boss,"sune mein hain ke log mante hain use is elka mein , izzat kerta hain is ke.." the boss snorted ..hummmh izzaattt? chale ge .. us ke izzat se humien mila ga saata! he laughed..but further probed,"woh saath mein kaun he uske choota hero?", the guy from the back , responded,"woh Baji hai, sher, ka sab kuch, maane tu , bahut yaraana hai dono ka,", the boss smiled,"hummmh buy one get one free!aache hai, nazar rekho un dono par, kya karte hain, kahan atta jaate hain!" he commanded, as he twisted his palm and fixed his neat back brushed hair.. anybody could see that Jeera Blade was a young stud.. who wore designer clothes, smoked, drank and had an eye for the ladies... but his main small time dream was to attain Ratna Giri and wear it as ring on his forefinger... tonight he had spotted the man who could set this gem on his finger to adorn his hand...to be continued..Hamlet53~8.3.13

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Precap:"tumhare jaise besharaam aurat maine aj tak nehi dekhe, growled a replused Dutta..