Sometimes its just silence that haunts yes ...when we try to run away from the inner voice of our souls...a pain that no one wants to feel...a hurt that no one sees...yes ..a breaking point ...
Words that have the power to heal ..silence that has the power to break ...this and the next chapter were the most closest to my heart ...as we seep towards the last part of the periclimax ...from then on 4 chapters and the story ends...
I will miss it ...it was my maiden venture ..and thanks to ur love i have the courage to write more ...made so many friends, heard so many complements ...that i am speechless ...
This 2 chapters were the best to write ..I learned something new ...and thats why I loved it ...compared to other chapters maybe it dosent have a shine since it waited to debut for 5 months, but these is pure words ..pure feelings ...I still love them
Dedication: Chapter 42-43, to two people...Ann this ones for you, my best work ...as a little gift ...to the person, a friend i respect the most in this literate world. You have,are and will always remain my inspiration...and I know u have waited long enough to read this. Just about no one can interpret the feelings woven in this story as you though ...the writer within me ..always seeks for more ...
Second, the the only man I can ever type just my imagining a face ...so angelic his portrayal was that it compelled me to write ...my muse ..my inspiration. Someone who changed the way i feel and write ..who made me better ...the man who I will never meet or even be able to tell what he means to my small world . Some form of love dosent need labels, dosent need reciprocation nor acknowledgement. Am proud of my adoration for him...a virtual bond that sometimes is more potent than my real life sweetheart. My Zain is with me...yet this man who emoted so well that he pushed me to tell u his tale...Harshad ...this ones for you ...stay blessed ...
And to all of you ...
Hang on ...
Love
Sim
Chapter 42
Chupan-Chupaiye...
She stopped her car and got down ...straightening the ghagra, the mozdi ...its heaviness was wearing her off...once again adjusting the Oodhni ...now pulled down to hide almost half of her face.The lips with a dark shade of maroon lipstick quivering for a moment...the adrenaline rising ...finally she will see him ...
She closed her eyes ...to make a quick wish ...Ya Allah ...uski hifaazat karna ...aisa koi manzar mat dikhana jisse mera bharosa tujh par se dagmaga jaye...agar maine kabhi teri sach dil se ibadat ki hai...pancho waqt nammaz ada ki hai...toh tujhe uss har ek sajde ka vaasta ...mere Zain koh meri baho mai lana...
(Allah is sufficient for me and He is the Best Helper)
"Has -bi -yal-laa-hu wa ni'- mal wa-keel" as she read the dua for the time of distress and took her palms over her face ...to say Ameen...the confidence rising with every step
Rehmat khuda kar zara ik dafa
Dil dene ka keh zara falsafa
Ye naacheez ik cheez uski maange hai tujhse
Musafir ye dehleez uski maange hai tujhse
Khudaaya tu bata: Kahaan uska pata?
Pataa kar.
Main uske bina be-pata hoon
Be-pata be-pata be-pata hoon
she waited ...and the small Bluetooth on her ear finally came alive ...
Aaliya ...humari baat gaur se suno...aage 10 minute ke doori par ek khandar sa bangla hai ...tumhe waha jaana hai ...dibba lekar ...
humare information ke mutabik who 7 log hai ...aur shayad Zain bhi hoga ...
Humari ek search team woh SMS mai aaye huae address par gayi hai...par jab tak humein who cheez nahi milte hum in terrorist koh hirasat mai nahi le sakti...
tumhe unka dhyaan batana hai ...agle do ghante tak...tumhari ghadi mai humne timer set kiya hai ...joh humare control room se connected hai ...humein jaise green signal milega ...hum raid marenge ...
Zain jaha hai usse dhoondo, waha pahuchna ...aur tab tak in logon ka dkyan batana ...samjhi...
The instructions were clear..as fear mixed with an unknown courage and urge to protect him engulfed her ...she smiled ...and put the phone and Bluetooth aside ...
again checking the fully loaded gun, it had taken her three hours to learn to hold and shoot it ..the concealed weapon ...was a part of her secret purse ...that she hoped they would never search...
she picked up the humongous lunch box ...the police had arranged them from the caterers ...food enough to feed 10 people...
She got the signal ...and started walking towards the old bungalow, the weight of her dress and the big lunch box almost straining her arms...as she placed the ghoongat further down and put the lunch box on her hips ..the thumka so petite , that the cops watching her ...also smiled ...she looked gorgeous ...
The view cleared to a old rusted gate enclosing a bungalow...deserted for several years...she hoped that the police were right ...since she couldn't see any human being around ...no sound ..only the barren crunchy leaves and her anklets giving a background score ...
Khudaaya tu bata: Kahaan uska pata...Pataa kar.
Main uske bina be-pata hoon ...Be-pata be-pata be-pata hoon
The bungalow was built during the British era ...the iron gates screeched when she opened and closed them...She had no contact now...her phone and Bluetooth were away in the car ...
she pulled down her ghoongat further...low enough so that she would not stumble ...and walked towards the door ...when in a sudden flash of a moment she felt a gun on her waist ...her breathing stopped ...as she didn't turn back ...
Ruko.....a mens voice held her at gun-point ...Kaha chali ...
As Aaliya spoke ...very sweetly ...Ram Ram sa (greetings)...Falso khulo dikh gayo(gate was open) ...to aa gayi...her modulated extra feminine voice seduced his senses...
Khaano Khaliyo kai (did you eat your food)...she asked him with her mock Marwari tone...
Kaale toh koi aur lugai aayi thi(yesterday some other lady had come) ...he asked suspiciously, still pushing the gun on her petite figure ...
ha sa ( yes) aree who toh mari Maasa thi (she was my mom) ...Aaliya crooned tensed ..
The women he was inquiring was currently sitting in a police van ...away ...their clue to reach the den
Chauke(ok) aavo sa(come in ) ...he told her to step in ...as he kept the gun back and pulled out his mask ...and walked ahead ...
As Aaliya walked behind him ..pulling up her ghoongat to see her surroundings and lift her legs over the corroded and dusty steps ...again praying ...the moment they entered the main door...after several knocking as the secret code ...she pulled her disguise again ...the heart thumping louder now...
She looked inside the smelly and deserted big room ...it was in ruins ...she walked slowly towards the small gathering of people...their voices were all too familiar ... As they abruptly stopped chatting looking at her legs ..the eyes lewdly scrutinizing her shapely calves ...
Tu kathi se aayi (Where did you come from)...the taller one walked very close to her ...as she froze, in her old memories ...
She didn't speak as she was re-introduced ...aree Ganga ne bataya nahi ki uski pase koi chamak challo hai ...pehle bol deti ...as he bite his tongue ...and licked his lips suggestively ...
She stood still being examined ...ae ..tare ne talshi toh li ne is chori ne ...the heart now jumping in defense ...as he came closer ...and moved his hands around her waist ...as she moved a bit ...to hide the weapon ...the fist tightening to give him a punch ...the control on her anger diminishing ...as his hands moved over her arms brushing along her bosoms ...intentionally ...she looked down ...
As he laughed ...Choki laage ..chori , Tu ghani futri dikhe( you are very beautiful)...
par taro chehra kahi dekha sa lage hai mane...jara ghoonghhat toh utha ...(I have seen you somewhere, pull your veil up)
Aaliya ...got scared and she laughed ...Dhatt...ki Sa ...ghungto utarar se pan ghani paiso lago che ( to pick the veil, I charge a hefty price) as they all whistled ...
Tharo naam kaain hein (whats your name) ...
Bijali ...Alliya said adding a melody to it...
Chokha ...ghugario jaise toh taari avaz hai ( you sound like a musical anklet)...as they all sat around her to eat the dinner ...
Aree dabba toh khulo...aur yehi par baitho ...they almost said in unison ...admiring her celestial beauty as Aaliya continued smiling shy ...the lips pouting a bit more than required now...
She sat cross legged on the ground avoiding their prying eyes, trying to see her face...
She opened all the food and served them ... Dal baati with gate ki sabzi and aromatic churme ke ladoo..tantalizing their taste buds ...
Ahhh...jemo(eat) as she served and passed on the plates ...the food disappeared and heavy burps appeared ...in no time ...as she realized Zain was not around in the room ...maybe he was not with them
Khudaaya tu bata: Kahaan uska pata...Pataa kar.
Main uske bina be-pata hoon ...Be-pata be-pata be-pata hoon
As one of them picked the leftovers of his plate a bit of rice and a bit of curry and handed it over to Baban, who had walked with her from the gate to take down for their capture...
Kunkeda ne aapi des (give it to the silly man), the words hit her heart with a blade ...as she forced her anger down again ..he was with them ...and he was still hidden from her view ...
Continued...
Edited by Zainedil - 10 years ago
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