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Part-2
MISSION: HIDE MY TREASURE...!
Lock got stuck...!!!!!
Both of them were getting panic.
*SWEATING *
What is next...what is next...what is next...? After what felt like forever to gauge the situation where they are, Ishita sighed heavily letting him know that she is worried. Raman got tensed hearing her loud sigh.
*KNOCK ON THE DOOR*
Ishita...tum tikh hona?"
[Ishita are you alright?]
Casually, "I'm..." Stopping abruptly and replies getting agitated, "kya behuda savaal hai Raman...? I'm not at all OK!"
[What a question Raman?]
Rubbing his chin, "Ab kya karun...?"
Smiling cheekily, "Simple...Break the lock...!"
Creasing his eyebrows, "But...wardrobe ko kuch hoga toh...!"
[If something happens to the wardrobe!]
Puching on the wardrobe, "Apko bas wardrobe ke padi hai...Main toh yahan saans tak nahin le paa rahi hun!"
[You only care about this wardrobe. I can't even breathe here]
Tensely, "I'm sorry but...are you dying...? I mean...are you alright? Let me do something..."
He took the meat knife and tried different positions to break the lock as if doing photoshoot. She called him aloud after five minutes or so without finding any sound.
[B["Are you there Raman? Is it working?"[/B]
Showing disinterest, "No yaar...it won't work...main ne locksmith ko bulaya hai...he will be here in fifteen."
[I called the locksmith]
Loudly, "Fifteen minutes here? Main mar jaungi Raman..."
[I'll die]
Casually, "Oh no yaar...tum aise asani se nahin marne vali...GOD IS SO BAD!"
[No you won't die so easily]
*HANDS ON HIPS*
"Toh ap mujhe maarne keliye jaan bujhkar aisa kiya?"
[So you did this intentionally to kill me?]
"Kya yaar...baat ko kahan se kahan laya...! Main toh bas mazak kar rahe dhe..Agar pata hota ki aise ho sakta hai to main bhi saath main aa jaati...!"
[What yaar...where have you brought the matter. I was just joking. If I knew that it can turn out to be like this I would have come along]
"Haan...toh tikh hoti..."
[That might have been fine!]
*ROMANTIC MODE ON*
He moved towards the wardrobe and asked huskily, "I should have done that right?"
Ishita just smiled beating the door. He leaned over it and flung his hands over it as if hugging her. He kissed the firm wood for which she responded in a shivering voice, "Ramannn...kuch bhi...! Yeh sirf wardrobe hai...main iske andar hun...!"
[It's just a wardrobe...I'm inside]
Hoarsely, "Feelings counts!"
"Kitna besharam ho ap! Wardrobe ke saath chee...!"
[How shameless are you! With wardrobe chee!]
"Hmm...tujhe kya pata mere halat ke bare mein...!"
[What you know about my situation!]
"Kuch-kuch bhi...!"
"KUCH bhi bacha paida kiya...mera toh kismat hi kharab hai."
[Your 'Kuch' also give birth to a baby. My fate is bad]
"Punch keliye bola dha..."
[It was just for a punch]
"Haan...acha punch mila mujhe"
[Yeah I've got a good punch]
He laid down on the bed watching on to the wardrobe. She was making noises from inside irritating him. She just voiced out "I'm fine" from inside for his query. When he slipped in to a light slumber because of his long journey, he heard her calling him endlessly.
Irritated, "Kya hai yaar...sone bhi nahi n doge mujhe?"
[What...you won't let me sleep?]
In disbelief, "Ap so rahe dhe?
[You're sleeping?]
"Kyun...mujhe sone keliye teri permission lena hai?"
[Why...I need your permission to sleep?]
Frilustrared, "Kabhi kabhi sweetly baatein kiya karo Raman..."
[Sometimes talk sweetly]
Faking sweetness, "OK darling...bolo kya mujhe sone keliye tumhari permission lena hai kya baby?"
[Say I need your permission to sleep baby?]
"You're impossible Raman"
"Abhi pata chala?"
[You came to know now?]
Fanning with her pallu, "Bahut garmi ho raha hai Raman...main saree remove karun kya...?
[It so hot hear Raman. May I remove the saree?]
Angrily, "Kuch bhi karo yaar...mujhe kya fayda...!
[Do whatever yaar...what use for me...!]
Fed up, "Apse toh poochna hi nahin chahiye dhe...!"
[I Shouldn't have asked you]
Raman was frustrated over the fact that he couldn't even see her face even after being close to her. And she is undressing inside the wardrobe that too after asking his permission. Why the hell is she letting him know that she is going to...!
"Kabse mujhe poochkar kapde badalne laga?
[when did she started to change dress after asking me?]
After a damn fifteen minutes, Raman ran to open the main door hearing the calling bell. There came the lock smith. As much as he badly needed his help now he doesn't want the same. The reason being his biwi is semi-naked inside the wardrobe.
"Kahi yeh keyhole se dekh liya toh? Meri Madrasan saree remove karke khada hai andar! Above all she is not talking to me. Or is it me who is nervous to talk to her. OK beta...ab shuru hoga MISSION HIDE MY TREASURE from the locksmith!"
[What if he see through the keyhole? My madeasan is standing inside without saree. Mission hide my treasure has begun]
He assured the MAN TO HIS BEDROOM. The locksmith was feeling weird from Raman's behviour when he asked about the cupboard. Raman altered his pointing finger from the signboard to the wardrobe making the poor fellow confused.
The boy to himself in tension, "Yeh admi pakal toh nahi? Kaha bhas gaya yaar tu...!"
[This man is mad? Where are you caught up!]
He looked at a nervous Raman who walked to the wardrobe and stood in front of the lock. Telling him that the problem is with its lock he stared at him nervously clutching the handle.
"Ap zara hatoge toh mein kaam kar sakta hun..."
[I can fix it if you move]
In a serious tone, "Haan...kyun nahin...! Bas...voh...andar kuch kimti cheez hai...joh mujhe kisi ko dikhana pasand nahin. Toh tujhe andar nahin dekhna chahiye."
[Why not! It's just that there is something precious inside which I don't like to show anyone. So you shouldn't see it]
Bemused, "Darvaza khula nahin hain sahib"
[Door is not open sir]
Infuriated, "Oye chup...I know it. Bas tu kaam kar...keyhole se bhi mat dekhna...!"
[You do your job. Don't see through the keyhole]
"Ji sahib...ab mein kaam karun?"
[Yes. May I do my job?]
Raman moved away from there and stood beside the young boy. He knelted down in front of the wardrobe alarming Raman. He imagined Ishita standing opposite without her saree. The position were the keyhole is placed is enough to get a good view of her spotless waist and always tempting belly. He leaned over the wardrobe and knocked on it. Ishita who was feeling weak inside the suffocating place didn't hear the events happening outside.
"Kahi Madrasan sach mein..."
[Is madrasan really...]
"NOoo..."He screamed out loud making the boy look up at him in fear, "Maine kuch nahin dekha sahib!"
[I didn't see anything sir]
Stammering, "Oh...it is not that...I...was...thirsty. You want some water?"
Gratefully, "Thank you sahib...todasa tanda paani chalega"
[Some cool water]
"Abi laatha hun"
[I'll fetch it now]
He was about to move away from there to get to the kitchen but stopped not wanting to let the boy be alone with his biwi [wife] in the wardrobe.
With a fake smile, "Pehala kaam phir paani kya milkshake dunga tujhe!"
[First job. Then I'll give you milkshake what in just water!]
Muttering under his breath,"Ajeeb admi hai."
[Strange man]
When the man tried to look at the lock he again hide it behind his palm making the boy suspect him. He couldn't help but ask him if he is hiding drugs inside it.
Tensed, "Drugs toh hai...matlab...no...tum kam pe focus karo..."
[It's drugs...I mean no. You focus on your job]
Raman wiped his sweaty face with his sleeve when the boy took out the graphite spray to lubricate the lock. Ishita who was leaning over the door felt some cool liquid spraying on her waist. She wriggled saying huskily, "Raman...that was so hmmm..."
The boy and he looked at each other horrified and Raman drunk in a nervous lumb.
"Yeh madrasan Dirty Picture vali sound Kaise?"
[How this madrasan made DP sound]
With a naughty smile, "Item hai sahib?"
[Is it an item sir?]
Furiously, "Oye...! Item hoga teri...kaam pe dyan do saala."
[Item is your...focus on your job]
"Maaf kijiye sahib...aise hi poocha..."
[Sorry sir...asked just like that]
After some time when the boy tried to click open the door Raman roared in not to do it. Locking it back he made the boy leave. Closing the main door, he literally flew to his room to see to Ishita. Ishita was leaning over one part of the door which opens first. Raman hastily opened it and she fell in his arms covered in his sky blue night shirt. He sighed a relief seeing her completely dressed and smacked himself for under-estimating his madrasan wife.
He smiled at her serene face which has a light smile on it even though her eyes were closed. Goddamn! What had happened to her that made her close her eyes? Maybe because she shutted it tight scared of the sudden fall. He smiled at her and called softly.
"Ishita...utho."
[Ishita wake up]
No response.
"Ishita uth jaao yaar...aise mazak nahin karti!"
[Ishita wake up. This is not funny]
No movement! A panick striken Raman shook her by lightly slapping her cheeks.
"Ishita...aanken kholo...Are you hearing me?"
[Ishita open your eyes]
He scooped her up in his arms and made her lay on the bed. Sprinkling some water on her face he successfully got her back to consciousness.
Crying out loud, "Ramannn...voh mujhe pakadne ki koshish ki...He tried to touch me"
[He tried to catch me]
Trying to calm her down, "No...it is impossible Ishita...main vahin dhe...Voh tujhe dekha bhi nahin...choona toh dur ki baat hai... So be relaxed..."
[No I was there. He didn't even see you then how can he touch you]
"No Raman...voh mere neck pe dhe...maine use maarne ki koshish bhi ki...lekin usne mujhe katne ki koshish ki...aur...main behosh hogayi..."
[He was on my neck. I tried to kill him but he tried to bite me...and...I fainted]
Confused, "Voh...kaun voh?"
[He...who?]
"Co...Cockroach!"
"Pagal madrasan! Tujhe cockroach ki padi hai...main ne kya kuch socha!"
[Mad! You're saying about cockroach and I was thinking something else]
"I'm sorry Raman...mujhe unse darr lagta hai!"
[I'm scared of him]
"Koyi admi todi hai aise address karne keliye!"
[It's not a man to address like this]
"I was scared...and...sorry...Jaldi mein apka shirt pehanliya."
[I wore your shirt in hurry]
Making a face, "Mujhe mere dress koyi bhi use kare voh acha nahin lagta...So give me back!"
[I don't like someone using my dress]
"How rude Raman."
Leaning over her, "How rude?"
"Bahut...let me go"
[A lot]
With a naughty grin, "Aise kaise...! Remove karo...mujhe mera shirt vapis chahiye...abhi."
[I want my shirt back...now]
He smiled coming closer to her flushed face. When his hands travelled to feel the burning skin of her face, she closed her eyes. Her quivering eyelids were an enticing vision. Closing in the little space between their faces he drank in the water droplets which glistened her divine face. His moistened lips toured her fair cheeks and tempting nose to down her lips. She lay surrendered while his hands began to took off his shirt which teasingly hugged her.
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