Yeh Nadaaniyan
CONTENTS
Part 1: Page 1
Part 2: Page 2
Part 3: Page 4
Part 4: Page 6
Part 5: Page 9
Part 6: Page 11
Part 7: Page 14
Part 8: Page 16
Part 1
"Arey yar Kabir, thu kithna K hai!"
"Aur thu mera K seh kithna J hai Nisha!"
Kabir suddenly snapped back to the present. His lips which had begun spreading wide for his wide and toothy grin suddenly faded and formed into a frown. He began looking at his phone the twentieth time to see if his wifey, Nisha had called him, as if that would make some difference.
"You came alone, and you'll go alone! When this was always what you wanted, why are you feeling sad? Why do you keep thinking about all those past moments with wifey, Kabire? Forget everything! Forget that you ever had a wifey and a loving family to call your own! You spoilt everything with your own hands! Kabire, you got stuck in the web of deceit you yourself wove!"
Kabir was sitting listlessly in the Jaipur International Airport waiting for his flight to London which had been delayed by ten hours. Not that he really wanted to go now. Even now his heart was screaming,
"One call, Nisha! One call! Please stop me just once. I'll not go! London School of Dance was my dream, but I understood only now that you are my life breath!"
But he hardly had any option after what had happened between him, Nisha and the Gangwal family. Only then did he realize that his stomach was growling and he had not eaten anything since hours. He went to the airport canteen when the man in charge of the stall asked him,
"Kya dhun, Saab? Bread, butter jam?"
Kabir said in a shaky and teary voice,
"Kuch nahin!"
He walked away from there. Everywhere he was pursued only by her memories.
He still remembered the day when he and Nisha had their first and last major fight and argument. He was going to give the delivery of the jewels made at Dadaji's newly set up factory. He had specially reserved the first ever jewel made in that factory just for her. He had left it for her on the table along with a note. He could imagine how her expression on receiving this gift would be. He looked up at his phone and saw that there were five missed calls from Nisha.
She angrily asked him, "Kabir duffer where are you?"
He said, "I was going to give the delivery of our first batch of jewels. You too knew that, didn't you?"
Nisha ordered, "Stop where you are until I come!"
Kabir looked surprised, "Dadaji will not be pleased if the delivery is not done on time."
She thundered, "Delivery my foot! All the jewels are fake, Kabir. I'm a jeweler's granddaughter and I know original jewelry from duplicate jewelry. I just saw the necklace you left for me. It's one gram gold! How could you do this Kabir? I told you that this project was very important for Dadaji and you could not use this for your Ghatiya Damaad Acting, and yet you used it?"
Kabir was utterly shocked. It was as if somebody had pulled the carpet from beneath his feet. He stammered, "What are you saying, Nisha? Fake jewels? I don't know anything about it."
Nisha continued, "In that case, you've been extremely foolish! So foolish that you were paying for making real jewels and getting fake jewels crafted. How could you be so careless, Kabir? Dadaji's entire reputation could be destroyed by this one act of yours. From now onwards you will not do anything. I'll handle matters by myself. Leave it to me!"
Kabir retorted, "Oh! So if you were so very expert in handling all your affairs yourself, why did you tie me down here with that dratted shop, this contract marriage and all these responsibilities when I'd have been gone long back to London like a free bird?" Only then did the big mouth realize what it had blurted out. But it was too late.
Nisha said, "I won't stop you Kabir! Go...You're free!"
The worst was yet waiting for them. A few of the jewels had already been delivered by that time. A case was filed against Dadaji who was arrested by the police for making and delivering fake jewels. The license of the Gangwal Shop had been cancelled and the shop was sealed. The reputation of the Gangwals was mud. To add insult to injury, Sumit had made crores out of this scam and also swindled the funds of the Gangwal Shop and got them transferred to his name. He had also succeeded in alienating a number of associates and business partners of the Gangwal Shop to his side. As if that was not enough, he exposed the contract marriage agreement between him and Nisha before the whole family.
The entire family was thrust from the lap of affluence to penury in a single minute. Nobody spoke harsh words against him, but he knew that he had lost their love and trust for ever when he saw their inquisitive eyes pointed at him. He just wanted to hide himself in the depths of the ocean. It was literally over between him and Nisha. Only now did he realize how much Nisha meant to him when there was nothing left.
It was at this bleakest hour that the man whom he never imagined would help him in any way, stepped in. It was Viraj Singh Rathore. He paid indemnity to those who had filed the case against Dadaji and bailed him out from Jail. He paid for all the debts and loses of the Gangwals and redeemed the Gangwal shop which was going to be auctioned.
At least he was going back now with a little bit less feeling of guiltiness. He knew in his heart of hearts that though Viraj did not do it for him, but for Nisha with whom he was in love, yet he was grateful that he had saved his family. Yes! He had come to regard Nisha and her family as his family! But it bit very badly in one corner of his mind that he was not the one saving Nisha and her family but the one who had put them in trouble. Now perhaps Nisha too would accept Viraj's love for her. This very thought made him sick. He just could not imagine Nisha with Viraj. If Nisha was anyone's wifey, she was his, wasn't she? He laughed ironically to himself. When I was running away from you, you never left me. When I don't want to leave, you're not there with me!
The announcement ran:
"Mr. Kabir Kumar. Please come to the outside lobby. Mrs. Nisha Kabir Kumar is waiting for you."
His face lit up like a thousand watt bulb with a terrific smile as he ran out to meet her. When he came out, all he saw was the one person whom he never wanted to see. Viraj Singh Rathore! He was about to dejectedly go in when Viraj addressed him saying, "Kya tum us ladke seh milna nahin chahoge jisse milne ke liye tum itni door India aye theh?
Kabir just couldn't grasp what he had heard for an instant. He said, "Kya?"
Viraj said, "Not Kya! It's Bade Bhaiyya!"
Kabir could not control the tears from falling down his face. The very person whom he ardently hated ever since he had started liking Nisha, no loving Nisha, was his Bade Bhaiyya? At what strange crossroads had life brought him to! He didn't know whether to feel happy or sorry!
Viraj told him how Darji had told him the truth about their relationship before his death and how he did not tell this truth to anyone and acted as though he had become delusional and obsessive in Nisha's love just to bring him and Nisha closer. He also told how he had acted before Sumit as though he was supporting him while all the while he was trying to indirectly help him and Nisha out. But his only regret was that though he had foiled Sumit's plans unknown to him on a number of occasions, like when he had saved him from the gundas, he was unable to do that in the fake jewels scam.
Kabir said, "What's the use Bade Bhaiyya? I've been trapped in my own web!"
Viraj said, "Maine samja ki mere bhai, Arjun ki tarah hai joh kisi bhi chakravyuh ko cheer sakta hai aur todkar bahar bhi aasakta hai. Par tum Abhimanyu ki tarah nikle, joh sirf chakravyuh ko cheer sakta hai, usse bahar nahin nikal sakta, ya phir yeh kahun ki ek kayar ki tarah maidan chodkar bag sakta hai! (I thought that my brother was like Arjun who could breach any chakravyuh and get out of it as easily. But you're like Abhimanyu who could only breach the chakravyuh and not escape from it. Or even worse, you're a coward who is running away from the battle field.)
Kabir now understood what his Bade Bhaiyya was trying to make him understand. He just could not give up his love or his family without putting up a fight. He said, "Agar main Arjun bana toh kya aap mere saarthi banoge, Bade Bhaiyya?"(If I become your Arjun, will you be my charioteer Big Brother?)
Viraj then said, "Whatever I did for the Gangwals and Nisha was not because I loved her, but for you, Chootey! I've spoken at the London School of Dance. They have extended the last date which you can join there by eighteen days. Here are tickets for you and Nisha to go to London and here are the keys of the flat I've taken for both of you there. I've sought admission for Nisha at the London School of Archery and Shooting which is one of the most prestigious shooting and archery institutes in the whole world. So I think now you know what you have to do."
Hi, friends. I usually write Niraj FFs. But this time I've tried something which is not my cup of tea. When I write Niraj FFs, my head runs faster than a cheetah while when I started writing on Nibir, it was running slower than a tortoise. However all the same, I've written this just under a whim. Please tell me if its nice or should be continued. I personally would have no problems discontinuing if any of you feel it is not interesting. And for all my friends who are reading, Adhoore Hum, Adhoore Tum, I'll be continuing that also side-by-side.
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