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She angrily stomped inside, cursing the attendant. His bluish green eyes looked up at her. It was a small world after all. He met her again.!
"Aise kaise, khaali jail nahi hai...! " Her voice trailed off as the police attendant left locking her inside. Owing to shortage of lock ups she was put into the one he was in. He looked up at her, she was still cursing something, under her breath. She seemed in a fiery mood today. But, wait what had she done to end up here.
"It's Anika, is there anything she can't do? his mind corrected his thoughts.
She squeezed her eyes trying to make out the face of the man who sat in the shadow on the same prison's floor. Was he a terrorist? Was he a rapist? Was he a psychopath? Was he a murderer, worse serial killer? She gulped in fear, sending up a prayer and then cursing herself for putting herself into this mess.
He scanned her face, rather amused at the expressions crossing her face. Thanks to the fact that the prison was dimly illuminated and that the lamp inside the cellar they were in was still dimly lit with a dull lamp hanging from the ceiling and immense light coming in through the window at the top of the wall. Lucky enough there was shadow following over his face, she dint recognise it was him. He wanted to laugh out loud, the way she squeezed her eyes trying to make conclusions about the figure in the dark she saw.
He was in the prison; OmRU had just left a while ago. He had been shifted into one of the inner cellars due to security reasons, after all he was Shivaay Singh Oberoi the Business Face Of India. And now she had followed him here. Or rather their destiny had brought them together again for the second time in the day the first being at Dargaha. The jail was silent as the prisoners were fast asleep. What bothered him was how in the world did, she end up here in the same prison as him.
She started humming a tune that brought him out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat. And the next minute her slipper was out of her feet in her hand and she started a conversation with it.
"Pata hai mujhe, tune bahut dino se kisi ko nahi maara, koi nahi, koi mujhe daraane ki koshish bhi karegaa naa toh main sabse pehle tujhe yaad karoongi..! " she said aloud talking to the figure more than her slipper , giving him a straight warning.
Oh how much he had missed her crazy antics in the past three months. He wanted to laugh his heart out. He smirked as a naughty idea hit his head, anyways sooner or later she would know its him, why not have some fun before that. Not every day one got a chance to creep out the "Jhansi Ki Raani!
He got up and started advancing towards her his body stiff to give the feel of a predator. She gulped and walked backwards holding her slipper upright ready to strike if necessary. "Dehko ruk jaao warna ..!" She stepped back and he towards her. The darkness proved to be his team mate helping him at his plan. It was hard not to laugh out at her face. How he wished Khanna was somewhere nearby to record this. "Jhaansi Ki raani, Bani Abla Naari." And in a quick move she picked up the other slipper in hand as well. She mentally prepared herself to scream aloud. And she hit the wall, she was about to scream but in time he covered her mouth knowing well that she would do exactly that. He was quick he took the slipper in her left hand and threw it away. And his hand reached out to take the other while his other covered her mouth. She struggled, but then suddenly stopped. She had felt his hand. Felt his scent. Felt him. His eyes came into light as he brought his face closer to hers. And she met the shining kanji eyes she had fallen for.
She tried saying something but his hand covered her mouth, as he looked at her intently. She glared back at him. Before she could use her hands to push him off, his hand left her mouth and both his hands, clapsed hers and put it behind her back, pulling her closer to himself. Her breathing became uneven , the precise response to their proximity.
"Ye aap kya kar rahe hain!? Dekhiye...Main aapko nahi jaanti ...aur aap mere ko nahi jaane...toh chup chaap se apne kaam se kaam rakhiye..!" He gazed at her. The two could play along. He backed off -"Better don't you mess with me!" He said stepping back and getting back to the place where he had been sitting on the ground against the wall. All he wanted was her to mess around, just like she always did. The thing about her he had fallen for.
She gave him a stare. She was scared to mess things around him, again. She had caused enough mess in his life. Better off as a stranger than his ex-wife. She sat by the wall opposite to him, occasionally their eyes met. He caught her staring at him a few times. They sat there he wanted to know what she had done to land up here. Who the hell dared to put her in prison. What if she was put into another lock-up? His blood boiled mentally making a note to dig into the matter once out.
She couldnt keep quiet, just not her thing. The lock up was more dark than lit. And the darkness just couldn't be absorbed by her system, to keep herself off the darkness she spoke...
"Aap ne aisa kya kiya Jo aap yahan hai?"
He knew it. She couldn't keep quiet. "Machhar Maara..!" He said sarcastically.
She made a face.
"Tum ne Kya Kiya..!?" He asked doubting a straight answer.
"Maine...joote chori kiye apni dost ke dulhe ke!" He looked the other way sighing at her answer. Typical Anika.
They sat in silence for a while sinking in each others presence. Until Shivaay notice a cockroach. His eyes widened and he gulped. His focus was shifted, to the third living being in the closed space.
He was okay and put up a brave face, as the cockroach dint move. But his happiness was short lived the creature moved. Panic rose. The cockroach moved towards him to make matters worse for him. That's it, lost was his Tadi, gone was his confidence. He leaped close to her. "Cockroach!" He whispered as though warning her of a bomb blast. She looked at him and then in the direction of his gaze and noticed the tiny little creature. She suppressed her giggles. She noticed his arms that now held her arm almost like a kid. He was bending over her. His eyes closely following the devil's moves, while she was lost in him. Her "Billu". She missed him, a lot. All she wanted was to hug him back. She craved to give him love and care, she wanted nothing in return. She couldn't. " Aap is itnu se cockroach se dar rahe hain?" She mocked him composing herself.
"Haan tumhe pata hai...!" His voice trailed off as he came out of his fear to where he was. "Wo...!" He started groping for words.
Wo?" She questioned him. The cockroach played cupidbas it came close to them now.
"Cockroach!" He said his eyes growing wide as his hold on her got firm. He almost side hugged her in fear. She smiled and playfully picked the cockroach up and put it in front of him.
"NO."
She scared him.
"NO.! He said in a voice blended with fear and irritation.
She chuckled and walking up threw it out through the bars and disappeared in to the darkness. Turning back she walked towards him laughing. She just couldn't stop laughing. The Great Shivaay Singh Oberoi, became bhiggi billi because of a cockroach. She so wished OmRu had witnessed the scene. He was beyond annoyed by her laugh that gave no hint of stopping. She saw him and held her stomach laughing. He walked up to her asking her to stop laughing.
" Kya Hua Mr.Ajnabee aapki toh uss cockroach ne sitti pitti gum kar di..!"
He made a face unable to understand her words.She broke into another riot of laughter. He lost all the patience he had.
"Don't." He warned, his time threatening and jaw muscles clenched. She din't pay heed and opened her mouth to say something. The next thing she knew was his mouth was against hers, kissing her crazily. She protested, but he had his way. His hands squeezed her waist more into him. Her hands moved to his shoulder to push him away but all was forgotten. He intoxicated her with the kiss. She did nothing but let him have his way. Their longing for each other came out through the kiss.
He broke apart breathing heavily against her face. She looked up to meet his gaze, her face flushed. He looked at her lips. She was lost in his eyes. Forgotten were the fights, forgotten was the world in that moment. All they knew was they were crazily in Love for the other.
He was tempted to touch her hair like he used to. In time he was back to the world, realising where they were and who they were. She looked aside. He backed off a little, "You Better Be Quiet Now. Or You Know." He had the audacity to say that?
She glared at him. "O Mr. Ajnabee..aap mere ex-pati ko jaante nahi hai...unhe pata chalega naa toh...aapke liye bura hoga..!"
He liked the way she gave him yet another name. She made his mention. "Itna hi guroor hai uspe toh usse choda kyun?" The wounds spoke.
She gulped, "Maine nahi choda...!" She said in a feeble voice. Her head asking her to remain strong.
His eyes din't leave hers for a second. He felt her eyes accusing him. "Aisa kuch kyun kiya ki ussne tumhe chod diya!?" He wanted her to spell out, her eyes spoke but she chose silence.
"Wo mere aur mere pati ke beech ki baat hai, Main kisi Ajnabee ko kyun bataon...!" She twisted the topic.
He looked at her keenly. He din't know how to react. It was better of being a Ajnabee to Her than her Shivaay. At least she wouldn't take it her right to break him. "Acha kiya chod diya...!"
She got offended. "O Hello Aap kaun hote hai, ye decide karne waaleg ki main Jo Kiya wo acha kiya yaan bura? "
He smirked. "Tumhaare Pati Ne Acha Kiya Chod Diya..!"
She looked at him in the eyes. Was it so easy for him to say that?
"Aap Machar Maariye..! Bahut lambi maarte hai aap...At least main machar toh nahi maarti..!" She said settling herself on the same spot where she sat earlier.
He understood where she hinted.
"Main chori nahi karta...Maarta Hoon Toh Sab Ke Saamne..!" He said in defense.
She grumpily looked at him. "Naa hi main aapse baat karne Mein interested hoon naahi aap mein!"
"Ho bhi kaise sakti hoo?" He said settling against the same wall this time a little distance away from her. A smirk forming at the corner of his lips.
She was confused. And looked at him questioningly.
He chuckled and closed his eyes, leaving her baffled.
It was Dawn. He woke up only to realize his wife, correction his ex-wife cuddled close to him almost hugging him. He smiled as he saw her sleep in peace. One thing was sure. She was still crazily in love with him as he was. What remained to see was how she would come back to him. Or How he would bring her back to him.
He jerked slightly. She got up on a daze. Smiling at him she spoke in sleep, "mujhe thodi der aur sona hai.." He jerked her slightly, she frowned looking at him. "Garh jaa ke sona..! I need to leave, of you would excuse my shoulder..!"
She realized where she was and the previous night came back to her memory. At once she moved away. But something puller her back to him. The Bracelet Of Course. She struggled to free it from his sleeve button, and he saw her struggle, like always lost in her.
"O Bete Ki..!" She cursed aloud. That's when he came out of his stupor, and blinked. She heard Chanda's voice that echoed in the stone walls of the prison. She tried pulling it off in desperation. It came off but she din't realize , one of her chaand remained attached to him. She got up in time as the attender came to open her. The attender saluted a Good Morning To Him First. As he walked ahead outside, with Anika behind him. She stopped in track, when his hand came in front of her through the bars.
She looked at him, he indicated her to look at his hand. She turned her gaze to his palm, which held the piece of her bracelet. She looked shocked at her bracelet counting the chaands. Before she could count, he spoke.
"Kitne Mujhe Dekar Jaaogi..!" She took it from him, confused at his words, and walked away as she hear her name being called.
He smirked.
Shehad fixed the bracelet. Before she started counting them again she spoke to the police in charge.
"Arre Bhaiya...thoda hit spray kara karo...bahut machar aur cockroach hain.! "
A little taken aback he nodded and Chandra dragged her out, still unable go figure out how her friend had got herself behind the bars.
He walked out in his style, oops, in his Tadi, flicking his coat over his shoulder. The inspector stood up and saluted him. He galred at him. He commanded him to fix the lights of the prison and also asked him to never again arrest the girl he had, also asking for details about the same and also warned him to inform him anything related to her. The poor fellow nodded as he got gunshot words and stabbing glares. Finally, satisfied, Shivaay ran his hand through his hair, in his unique style.
The two pair of eyes, that looked at the scene from the door smiled. Their brother was back. The TadiBaaz Billa as he was popularly tagged, was back with a Bang. They high-fived their plan had worked.
She finally finished counting her Chaands... to Her Shock One Was Missing..! Only then did his words made sense to her, and she smiled.
He smiled as he looked at the Chaand he had attached to his watch. And walked out, smiling.
Mr. Ajnabee was Back To Being Mr.Baagad Billaa. A night at the lock up changed equations. The credit of course went to the Mathematicians.
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