FF : Tere Mere Darmiyaan LAST PART pg-87 dt.10.10.14 - Page 48

Hi rose ..hi , good to see you after a long time.

Its nice to read that you and tahera missed me,yeah exams went well..that's great..i have read latest update..thanks for catching up all the updates. but at this moment i'll comment on chapter 7,i know i am quite late but so much busy now a days.i am glad you are taking out time to comment . thanks again.

chap 7

Hmm so naku is having a cupboard now though its separate one but still it is in dutta's room,minor but good progress.Annay is having home classes 🤔 mama g what are you doing with little boy .So he is aggressive about people and things related to him.Poor boy wanted to enjoy picnic but quite compromising .Madhu as usual a positive character .I was amazed when madhu approached nakku with hope that annay's mami will convince his mamu😳she thought that he might listen to his wife..Though nakku wanted to see annay happy like other children but his mamu ka pyar

AIK SAGAR SA HAY PYAR US KA MAGAR US MAI KABI

KOI SHIDDAT HAY CHATANO SI SO US KA KYA KIJIYE..wow , amazingly described dutta's possessive love for annay.

And then dinner scene .How nicely nakku presented it and how dutta appreciated her presentation😒.

I like the scene when dutta went to annay's bed room, whole scene was very well written,it has a warmth of love...thanks a lot The dinner scene was amazing,you wrote it very well👏nakku's nervousness, dutta's confusion everything was apt, their dialogues were natural...glad you liked the scene ⭐️And then bed room scene soft side of dutta,s character.Nakku,s condition was miserable,may be some dreadful memories..yes a painful past . Anyways its nice to see that dutta cares about her.

BOHAT SE RANG O RAAZ KHUD MAI SMETY BAITHA HAI

WO AIK SHAKHS HAI YA BHAID BHARI KITAAB KOI ...yup dutta is a mysterious books full of secrets . thanks so much for sharing your poetry. brilliant as always

And now dutta have started thinking about her and her behaviour ,gud sign for a new relation.

Very well written update ,really amazing.👏

Chapter 14

" bhau, purohit ji aaye hai." The servant informed. Dutta peered over the morning newspaper and nodded his head then took the last sip of his black coffee and strode to the hall area.

" Namaste." He greeted the old man with hands on his back. There was always an air of arrogance that floated around dutta making him unapproachable. Still with purohit ji he toned down his arrogance and pride. Making himself comfortable on the opposite sofa he set out to disclose the purpose of calling purohit ji.

" agle mahine aayi sahib ka janamdin hai." Dutta's eyes twinkled as he spoke about his late mother. Nakusha came with tea and offered it to purohit ji. Dutta continued," is saal aayi sahib ka saathvaan(60^th) janamdin hai..toh main soch raha tha har saal mandir mein choti si puja karane ki jagah is saal is ghar mein ek bahut badi puja ho." Purohit ji nodded his head in agreement and replied," theekh hai bhau , toh is baar ek bada sa hawan karte hain aur baad mein 21 brahmino ko khaana khila denge."

" sahab , garibon mein kambal bhi baant sakte hain." She suggested softly, unaware of how he would react. Dutta looked up and blinked his eyes. Then glanced at purohit ji once again and said," mujhe kisi bhi cheez ki kami nahin chaiye." Standing on his feet he added further," puja ke liye jo luch bhi chaiye , nakuhsa ko bataa deejiye." Glancing at his wife he smiled softly and completed himself by saying," saara intezaam yeh dekhegi." Suddenly she felt special, she didn't know the reason behind it. Perhaps it was his smile. He didn't smile much and could be described as reserved therefore his smile directed toward her, kind of swept her off her feet. Smiling back and lowering her gaze she concluded that this was the effect he had on her.

" ek minute bhau." Purohit ji called him from behind. Turning around dutta eyed him curiously and found him looking at him warily. Purohit ji struggled with his words but somehow gathered the courage to speak up," bhau..aapke..pitaa ji ..ka bhi janam din aane wala hai..toh unke liye kuch.." dutta took a moment to comprehend what he was attempting to say and then his eyes turned as cold as ice. The smile on his face vanished instead anger and contempt took its place.

" aaj se pehle maine kabhi kuch kiya hai?" he asked through gritted teeth. The old man slowly shook his head.

" toh phir aapse jitna kaha jaaye utna hi kariye." With that he walked off not bothering to throw a glance at nakusha who was gaping at him because of his sudden change in mood and attitude. His words left her stumped. As far as she knew, he was close to both his parents, in fact he looked up to his late father then why did he react like that? Why didn't he ever celebrate his birth anniversary? Weird and confusing.

Purohit ji cleared his throat, she glanced up and hurriedly said," main saara samaan likh leti hai." She noted down all the things that would be required and started going through the list.

Moving to the kitchen she saw laxmi stirring the curry on the pan. Nakusha took a deep breath. The confrontation between laxmi and her husband the other day had cleared up a lot of things for her. For instance she realized that after roopa now she had to deal with the hatred of laxmi. But this time the situation was different. At the time of roopa she had no one to fall back on. There was no one who understood and supported her. However now she was quite sure that she had the trust and the undying support of her husband. And that made her feel confident and secured. Now no matter what laxmi plotted against her, she had someone who would be there for her. Also now that laxmi's true intentions were out in the open she doubted she would make the mistake of framing her again. If she did then he would show her the door without thinking twice. After that incident nakusha didn't consciously change her behavior with her, neither did laxmi. Both of them preferred to ignore the other and spoke only when it was essential, however the thought of being careful around laxmi was always there at the back of her mind.

" mausi ..is mein se kaunsa samaan ghar mein hai aur kaunsa mangwana hoga?" nakusha asked after handing over the list to laxmi who carefully went through the items and ticked the items that needed to be bought.

" thode se pital ke bartan toh store mein honge baaki kharidene padenge."

The mention of store room made nakusha cringe, her last visit to the store room was still fresh in her mind. The place was so dirty and untidy.

" theekh hai mausi phir dekh lete hain kaunse bartan pade hain." Reluctantly she headed in the direction of the store room to find brass utensils in which food would be served to the Brahmins after the havan. In spite of ordering to clean up the place, it was still in the same filthy condition as it was the previous time. Tucking the end of the sari around her waist nakusha started opening up old cupboards and trunks to retrieve the utensils.

While going through the junk that was in the trunk, nakusha found some old pictures. An elegant woman in her late thirties covered her head with a sari, held the end of it in one hand and stood next to a man of probably the same age dressed in a pathani suit, without a jacket.

" mausi ..yeh kaun hai tasveer mein?" nakusha asked in excitement. Laxmi who was holding some heavy brass plates in her hands peered down at the picture and replied," yeh sahab aur aayi sahib hain." It felt strange that for the first time she was seeing her in laws. There wasn't a single picture of theirs in the whole house. There was one more picture of aayi sahib, cuddling a young boy in her lap. Nakusha smiled, the boy must be her husband. She took both the pictures and decided to get them framed. It would be a surprise for him. She beamed at the thought.

Later in the night, nakusha finally returned to her room carrying a packet. It was a long and hectic day starting with placing an order for the blankets, buying every small little thing that might be required for the puja and then buying the brass utensils. It took her the whole of the after noon to finish this. Still some more items were needed but couldn't be purchased so early. After coming back home, annay was in a bad mood, he didn't appreciate being left alone in the house so to cheer him up she had to play hide and seek with him and also lose out to him in the end. Thereafter the normal daily household chores consumed her time. But now thankfully everything was done.

Opening the packet she gazed at the photo frame and then placed it on his bedside table. She hoped he would like it.

Dutta took a sip from his glass while coming to his room, the flavor lingered at the back of his throat. His gaze fell on his wife who was standing next to the window. He threw a glance at his loose watch before glancing at her again. It was so late, why wasn't she asleep? He had called up and said not to wait for him for dinner then why was she still up? Whatever, it was her life, her choice, she was free to do anything with it. He put down the empty glass on the table.

The door slammed shut, jerking her. She looked over her shoulder and found him standing at the edge of the bed. He would soon see those pictures and then...she bit the inside of her cheek in anticipation. A minute late there was a loud crash. Startled, she turned around at once. The photo frame was shattered into pieces and dutta was glaring at them with fire in his eyes.

" yeh kya kiya aapne?" nakusha asked loudly, she couldn't believe he had smashed the photo frame. This wasn't the kind of reaction that she was expecting from him.

He was furiously staring at those pictures. She had never seen him so enraged and anguished ever. Why was he so upset with the pictures, they were of his parents who he loved so much then what was wrong? She held his arm and shook him to gain his attention.

" sahab...aapne kyun thoda isko ?" she urged him to speak but like always he was silent. She couldn't take his silence anymore, she'd had enough of it. Today he would have to answer her. She came and stood before him, holding his arms and blocking the sight of those shattered pieces. He had no idea how difficult it was for her to confront him in the state he was, still she was daring to overcome her fears for his sake.

" aapko ho kya jaata hai?" she raised her voice in frustration and found his hard and intense gaze on herself. He jerked and freed his arms from her hold. His nose wrinkled and his face twisted as he stepped forward and asked her," mujhe aise dekhkar bahut takleef hoti hai nah tujhe?" she nodded her head meekly, it was true, she couldn't see him in pain. But at the moment there was something about him that was disconcerting her. She didn't know why but today his anger and his words were scaring her. Automatically she took a step back as he approached her further and lifted his hand to tuck her loose tendril behind her ear. His finger tips slowly brushed the side of her face making her shudder as he tilted his head and spoke huskily," mere dard ko baantna chahti hai?" her fearful eyes blinked softly, yes she wished to share his pain...but.

He smirked openly, brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered," toh phir theekh hai..aaj tere sawalon ka aisa jawaab doonga ki phir tere pass koi sawal hi nahin rahega." Bile surged up her throat and she wanted to vomit at the smell of alcohol. Sweat broke on her body as his hands smoothed up her arms and caught her shoulders. His grip was firm and hurtful. Her breath caught inside her throat. She twisted to get past him but he was way too stronger than her. He pushed her back and she fell flat on the bed behind.

" sahab..aap...yeh.." she stammered hard yet couldn't frame a proper sentence. Peering down he watched as she swallowed tightly, her big green eyes followed him, looking up at him. She was terrified. He could see it in her eyes and it pleasured him. She attempted to get up but he didn't give her a chance and trapped her fragile figure underneath his hard frame. And then his hands were on her, over her, pushing and pulling the pleats of her sari. His touch made her skin crawl. Her chest rose and fell as terror crept inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes and her lips quivered as she pleaded," mere ko jaane do sahab." He lowered his head so that his lips could meet hers. She turned her face away at the putrid smell of his breath. Hitting him with his fists she tried in vain to push him off her. Clenching his jaws he glared at her. His fury was like a beast, wild and untamed. Tonight she had crossed all her boundaries by bringing his traumatized past before his eyes. She needed to be punished! He grabbed both her arms and raised them over her head, clutching them with one hand. She struggled, cried and pleaded him to let go but he didn't budge. He was not in his senses and had lost control over himself. Dropping his head down, his lips were at her neck, nibbling and licking her. Helpless tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and trembled under him. His mouth then moved to her collar bone, taking her soft skin between his teeth, he bit then ran his tongue over the area while she flinched and wailed loudly. Her cries forced him to snap his head up. She shook her face, beckoning him not to do something that he'd regret later on. He pursed his lips in a hard line and grabbed her sari that was pinned to her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric, shocked her senses. A scream built in her chest, rose up her throat and erupted in a squeak. He stared at his hand, while tugging at her sari from her shoulder, he had ended up snatching the gold chain from her neck as well. The chain hung between his fingers, it was his father's chain that he had given to her on their wedding day. He stared at it dumbfounded and realized what a heinous act he was about to commit. Sensing his grip loosen on her hands she took this opportunity to release her hands then shove him hard and rushed to the bathroom.

Locking it behind her, she collapsed on the marble floor. Her sari had fallen apart and so had she. Her heart was beating so fast that it shuddered through her body. She couldn't believe what had happened and what could have happened. In the silence she cried out again, as mortifying tears brimmed her eyes and fear shook her whole being. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her sobs. The bathroom was covered in darkness. In the moonlight that penetrated through the window she could see her dark shadow quivering like a leaf and she almost wished that this darkness swallowed her.

Thanks for reading.

Rose