UPDATED (PART 1)
It had been three months since Kabir and Nisha got married. Two months since they all moved in the new house which Viraj bought for his family. As Kabir got to know from Viraj that Nisha used to be a shooter he had requested her to re-join the academy.
Viraj- Maa, hum academy ja rahe hain. Shaym tak laut ayenge.
Vasundhara (Maa) - Haa beta. Lekin nashta toh karke jao?
Viraj- Nahi ma, hum kal ghar der se laute the, isiliye hum ke kaal raat thoda zyada kha liya tha, toh ab bhuk nahi hae.
Maa- Accha beta. Thik hae. Aap jaiye.
Kabir- Nahi bhai. Aap nahi ja sakte hain.
Viraj- Huh? Jee?
Kabir- Aaj se Nisha bho jane wali hae aap ke saath. Woh phirse join kar rahi hain aapki academy.
Viraj was happy to hear that. But he was taken aback. Just a few days back, he himself had asked Nisha to join the academy, but she had refused then. Now, she was ready? Okay.
Viraj- Accha. Par, umm, wo kaha hain?
Maa- Nisha ne humse kaha hain ke wo aapke liye soup bana rahi hain, kyuki unhe pata tha ki aap bina kuch khaye hi chale jana chahenge.
Viraj was all flatter. He loved the way how this only girl he ever fell in love with took care of him.
Kabir was sitting there, in the dining table. He saw Nisha entering the dining room which was huge, with a bowl of Soup.
Nisha kept it on the table and look at Viraj. And without uttering a word, he sat on the dining table and filled his cup and had his soup.
Nisha looked at her mother-in-law who was on ninth cloud to see her elder son listen to some one without even speaking a word.
Nisha- Maa? Hum taiyar ho kar aaye?
Maa- Jee beta.
Viraj- Nisha, soup bohut accha bana hain.
Nisha said nothing. She looked at Kabir who signalled him to go and change her clothes.
She went upstairs, changed her dress, and got back to the dining table.
Viraj smiled.
Kabir- Bhai, aap inhe lee toh jayenge na?
Viraj- Haan? Aap kyu puch rahe hain?
Kabir- Nahi, kyuki abse humesha hi ye aapke saath hi jayengi.
Nisha- Viraj? Aapko der nahi ho rahi hain? Hum chale?
Maa- Haa beta. Jao. Khare kyu ho?
Viraj- Jee maa.
Viraj and Nisha got into the car. Viraj drove the car, and Nisha sat on the passengers seat next to his driving seat.
Viraj- Aap maan gayi humari baat?
Nisha- Sorry? Main samjhi nahi.
Viraj- Wo aapne academy phir se join kar liya na. Toh isiliye puch rahe hain.
Nisha- Umm, Kabir ne kaha ki join karle toh..
Viraj was shocked. He was angry. He wanted her to listen to him.
Viraj- Phir aap humare kehne pe nahi chal rahi hain acedemy? Dekhiye, agar Kabir ne aap ko force kiya hae, toh koi baat nahi hain, apko chalne ki zarurat nahi hai. (He was frowning.)
Nisha was shocked too. She hadnt expected any such attitude from him. She herself wanted to go. She wanted to stay with him, even though it would again be a professional relationship, but yet. Being with or beside him made her feel somewhat complete.
Nisha- Nahi aisi koi baat nahi hain. Aapke kehne se pehle hi hum join karna chahte the wapas se. Par usse pehle aapne keh diya aur phir Kabir ne. Toh main..
Viraj was still angry. Why couldnt she just tell this to him before? Why did he have to as her? She was so childish at times.
Viraj- Thik hain.
They reached LA. He parked the car out, and both Nisha and Viraj got down. Nisha almost tripped on some rock but before she could fall, Viraj had caught her. That same grip. That same feeling. That same love. She was amazed at how he could make her feel all those things again and again and again. He was beautiful. Yes. Beautiful. Viraj Singh Rathore was a beautiful man. But he wasnt hers. She wasnt his.
Viraj stared at her. Didnt she love him unconditionally? Why hadnt he accepted his defeat back then? She loved him. He loved her too. Her love had completely defeated his arrogance, his ignorance. How much his love had exceeded in this short frame of time. He wished he had not asked her to "Get Lost' that day. Alas, but then, it would have been him, for who she would have applied Sindoor for.
Nisha's heart beat rate was increasing constantly. She had no control over that! But she had to stop this. She had to break away from his touch.
Nisha- Viraj?
Viraj- Nisha?
Nisha- Hum...hum chale? Andar? Aca...academy?
Viraj left her.
They regained their perfect position.
Viraj- Haa, aap chaliye? Hum aate hain?
Precap- (Do i need to give this every time i update?) Nisha stepped in. It was the academy for which she had danced. She went to the room where she first held her gun, where she tried to imitate Viraj. She was about to shoot, when she realised the she wasnt going to hit bulls eye. .-.
Edited by Fariba100 - 10 years ago