So, some secrets are coming out. Arvind likes someone. But what exactly is the relationship between Naina and Aravind ? Sameer getting jealous at the mention of Aravind and seeing Naina baking cake for him was too cute. But now both of them are angry with each other. When will the secrets be out ?
Originally posted by: MmrudhulaSo, some secrets are coming out. Arvind likes someone. But what exactly is the relationship between Naina and Aravind ? Sameer getting jealous at the mention of Aravind and seeing Naina baking cake for him was too cute. But now both of them are angry with each other. When will the secrets be out ?
Yes Mmrudhula! A layer or two of the secrets are out and some other still remain hidden. 😊
Yes...both have had a fight again... let's see what happens ahead.
Thank you so much for the comment dear.
Love,
Sur
Please continue your story and inform us when you update. And if you make a schedule then it will be better for us.
Thank you
Hey Sur
That's one of favourite songs (despite not being a fan of SRK :-)) thanks for adding that. Naina in the middle of the road, the poor guy has lost it.
I wasn't this happy in the entire story so far as much as I was when I read about A's affair. Sameer, Naina ka raastha saaf ho gaya. Hip hip hooray. You have been giving hints about him not being a great father for Diya but this, this was the best, like a snow plough clearing Sameer Naina's path ;-)
You cleared a couple of things but to me introduced a new one in the process - Come what may how can she be smiling and happy in the wedding photo
I am sorry but I can't agree to what Naina did. She had plans of confessing her feelings for Sameer, why then plan a surprise party for A, bake cake and ask the poor soul to stay back for the party. Going with A on his bike, holding his shoulder bhi chuba tha but now that she has realised her feelings how can she be so callous towards Sameer. I really feel for him. Please sulja dho inka ladai.
Sona
This weekend will be the second after this chapter, can we expect an update ?? :-)
Hey Sur ...
Is it olready there in wattpad????? Please do send me the link... this is one of the best written stories ❤️ Please do continue ❤️
From the whole update, my favourite part was about the beautiful description about Fall. It was more incredible as you wonderfully drew comparisons and it enlightened us with more knowledge about Mr. A as a person. And, he has found a companion somewhere else. But, his baby is the only part which makes me anxious!
Why did Naina look happy in the wedding picture? That's an another mystery.
For a second, I had thought 'This is it', they are going to TALK but no, wrong things said at the wrong time! Now, the ending which has left me craving for more. I am eagerly waiting for the next!
Take care, Sur Di! 🤗
Love, Shreya
Hello friends!
Here I am- your late- lateef friend, back with another update! I'm yet to respond to a few comments on the previous part. Will do so at the earliest.
Please forgive any errors- this might not be my best, but I wanted to update today.
This one is for you Humera! Thank you for all the love you have for this story! ❤️ I'm really honoured!
Here it is. Please read and review!
Part 33: A Day to Remember
With leaden steps, Sameer plopped down the same musty old stairs he’d ascended earlier with anticipation and hope brimming in his heart. He reached the landing and stay put, his brain in a fuzz, unsure of what lay ahead.
Nothing else seemed to have changed. The sparrows were still chirping, flapping around to get to their nests before night fell. A group of housewives were engrossed in an animated discussion about the new heartthrob, Hrithik Roshan’s knockout looks in his latest release. A bunch of kids playing across the street were yelling aloud and laughing at the top of their lungs for seemingly no sane reason.
Ironically, he deduced, all of them- every single one of them, were unaware of the pain that was burgeoning in his heart. There was laughter and cheer and frolic in the air, yet his being felt strangely desolate, numb, sapped of all happiness, all warmth. He shivered and then wrapped his arms around himself. And then reality seeped through him.
Quietly, almost mechanically, he unlocked the door of his Lancer and sped off.
Fifteen minutes past eleven in the night, found Sameer in a bar- one of his favorites in the city. In a dimly lit corner, one of the waiters struggled to stifle a yawn. At the other end, the cash register ringed as the owner counted his earnings for the day. Sameer sat motionless, staring avidly at the glass of Vodka- translucent, clear, so unlike his own life. He’d come there to drown his misery in alcohol but tonight, even that failed to dampen the morbid pain in his heart. It was all too bleak, too hopeless.
What had he been thinking? Stopping dangerously on a highway, abandoning his meeting, rushing over to her place to confess his love for her- to a married woman? He was darn lucky A wasn’t around. What level of idiocy had he been harbouring all this while? His love-struck heart had woven an absurd fantasy about Naina falling for him- again! She had not had feelings for him when they were together 24x7, literally. So why would she have a sudden change of heart? Of all things, she was now married to a wonderful man and had a beautiful daughter. He’d grossly misread the situation. Her concerns hadn’t been about her wedded life, but about Diya’s health and her financial mess. Sameer had not been in the picture- not then, not now.
The bubble had been pricked.
His mind pointed resignedly, “I told you so”, while his poor, stupid heart continued its subdued protests.
Sameer took a sip from the glass as snippets of the past continued to swarm up to the fore- memories of times well spent. He brushed a lone tear from his eyes. He missed her, missed her terribly and couldn’t do anything about it. Why couldn’t they have landed together forever?
Perhaps….
And his mind delved into that evening at Juhu, back in their second year.
Naina was sitting besides him, staring out at the expanse of the sea, illuminated with a fiery glow against the round setting sun. The waves gushed and crashed to the shore in a surreal periodic motion. The crowds had mostly dispersed lending the ambience a lazy serenity.
Earlier that day, Professor Mishra had reprimanded Naina for spending too much time with Sameer, suggesting that getting involved or ‘too friendly’ as he’d put it, with a boy, especially one who’s careless and irresponsible like Sameer, could cause her to lose focus and hamper her academics. It was another thing that Naina had turned a deaf ear to the advice and later ended up topping her year and by helping him with studies, ensured that Sameer fared much better than was expected from him. Prof. Mishra had to eat his own words later and had apologized to them both post the results.
Sameer turned to her and smiled. Then he dug his index finger in the slippery sand and etched out her name, ‘NAINA’. Naina grinned and reciprocated by carving out his name in the sand below hers, ‘SAMEER’. For a few moments, both of them stared at their names etched together, Naina wondering if her name would ever be attached to his for real. And Sameer musing how by strange chance, life had brought them together- first as ardent foes and then as the closest of friends one could ever have.
Their reveries suffered an interruption when a huge wave crashed near them and wiped away their names.
“Ab samandar ko bhi hamare sath rehne se problem hai?” Sameer sulked.
But Naina’s face had lit up. “Nahi…ekdum ulta…tumhe pata hai Sameer…kehte hain ki agar samandar kisi do logon ka naam saath mein apne me samaata hai na…to wo log zindagi bhar saath rehte hain!”
There was a momentary silence. Sameer fiddled with a small pebble nearby and flung it deep into the sea. “Main nahi manta…yeh sab bakwas hai!”
Naina didn’t respond. He turned and saw that he’d upset her. In order to mellow her down, he added, “pata hai Naina…main jiske bhi kareeb aata hun na, wo sab mujhe chod jaate hain. Toh mera aisi baaton mein vishwas nahi hai.”
“Aisa bhi to ho sakta hai na Sameer ki har baar galti unki na ho?” she asked earnestly.
Sameer turned to her and blinked. “Matlab?”
Naina picked up a sea shell and began dawdling with it. “Matlab ki Sameer…kayi baar tum itne gusse mein baat karte ho ki kisi ka bhi dil dukh jaye…aisa bhi to ho sakta hai na kabhi tumhari mummy ne tumse baat karne ki koshish ki ho…aur tumne unhe mauka hi na diya ho…insaan ko kabhi kabhi kisi ki choti badi galtiyaan bhulani padti hain…aur aage chalna padta hai…”.
Sameer listened to her in silence and then asked, “tumse bhi kharab se bolta hun na kitni baar?”
Naina pursed her lips ruefully.
“Tum mujhe kabhi mere gusse ki wajah se chod ke to nahi jaogi na?”
“Tumhe gusse pe kaabu rakhna seekhna hoga Sameer. Main maanti hun tumne bahot saha hai, lekin agar tum sabse aise hi bartav karoge to kahin hamesha akele na reh jao. Tum mujhse bhi khafa ho jaate ho, kayi baar choti choti baaton pe…lekin fir mujhe manane aate ho, kyunki tumhe tumhari galti ka ehsaas hota hai. Tum dil ke bure nahi ho Sameer, par bahot impulsive ho…socho agar kisi din tum maafi maangne na aaye…ya der ho gayi toh…aur jispe tum gussa the wo tumse door chala jaye toh? Fir bhi tum dusron ko dosh doge?”
Sameer threw another pebble out into the sea and sat pondering over her words.
“Ek baar mummy ko phone to karke dekho…?” she uttered hopefully.
Sameer nodded.
Naina noticed his melancholy mood. She knew she’d driven her point. Sometimes, to help bring out the good things in people, one had to take the route which troubled them. Thinking it had been enough for the day, she tried to cheer him up, “acha ab aise nautanki wala muh mat banao…itni kharab shakal ke sath main to kya koi bhi nahi rahega…!”
Sameer smiled at her softly, knowing fully well she was trying to lighten his mood. And he also knew that she was the only girl he’d met who could do so in a matter of seconds.
He grinned, despite himself . “Kyun? Rahengi na…Hema, Rekha, Jaya aur Sushma,” he crowed the Nirma jingle and added her name, “aur Naina…! Ab to samandar ne keh diya…kahan jaogi bachke?”.
“Hayee meri qismat!” Naina flung her hands dramatically, indicating despair.
“Nautanki kahin ki…pata hai, main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki teacher ki chamchi, padhaku si, seedhi saadi Naina itni masti karti hogi…ajeeb hai na har insaan ke kirdaar ke anek pehlu hote hain…jo hum kabhi jaan hi nahi paate!”
Naina nodded, smiling reminiscently. “Aur tum itne khadus, akdu, gussail, badtameez hone ke saath saath dil ke itne ache, itne dariyadil, itna khayal rakhne wale hoge…yeh main bhi nahi jaan paati!”
He cocked his brows. “Taareef kar rahi ho ya insult?”
“Jo tum kar rahe the…dono!” she winked.
Chuckling, Sameer got up and brushed the back of his jeans and held out his hand for Naina. “Ab chalein…chapter samjha do aaj ka…varna Mishra sir fir bolenge, ‘Naina, you mustn’t let boys like Sameer distract you from academics. You have a brilliant future ahead. And boys like him, khud to life mein kuch karte hain nahi, dusron ka future bhi spoil kar dete hain!” Sameer mimicked Prof. Mishra’s accented voice.
“Wo khadus hi hain…pata nahi kya problem hai unko tumse!”
“Wahi hogi jo safari suit…,” he checked his tongue as Naina raised her eyes, “mera matlab librarian…,” he corrected again seeing her glare, “matlab papa tumhare…unko thi…,” and then added teasingly, “judwa bhai to nahi na unka koi…kumbh ke mele mein bichda hua?”
“Sameer…!” Naina chased him as he broke into a run teasing her more.
As per Naina’s advice, he’d tried calling his mother the next day, but had received a curt response that she was busy in a conference. He did not receive a call back from her for at least two weeks since then. Though he now knew that just in the midst of the conference where she was accompanying her husband, she’d been taken seriously ill for a gynaecological issue and hadn’t wished to worry Sameer, who was so far away, dealing with so many demons of his own. That had made him feel a bit ashamed of himself later, but that time, he’d innardly cursed himself for taking the initiative and all the pep talk that Naina had given him about keeping his cool had gone down the drain.
Then perhaps it had been his fault! Never had he learnt to tame his anger. And Naina too might have reached her tipping point. Maybe that is why it was easy for her to love Arvind and to happily marry him.
He sighed, “if only he’d realized his love sooner. If only he’d gone straight to her hostel to apologize that evening. If only he’d mastered his emotions….”.
Sameer’s head flung in despair, brimming with the many ‘if onlys’. The waiter serving him cleared his throat, and uttered politely. “Sir…bar close hone ka time ho gaya hai!”
Sameer looked up at him, bleary-eyed. Vodka had started to show its effect, dimming his senses. Sameer nodded at the waiter, who produced the bill. Trying to focus on the piece of paper, Sameer fished out his wallet and extracted two crisp notes, which he placed in the maroon folder with the bill. The waiter bowed and scurried off to the owner for change. By the time he got back, he was met with an empty chair and a glass of Vodka, lying half-filled upon the wooden table.
The wall clock chimed 1 am as the main door of the house creaked open.
“Sameer…kahan reh gaya tha tu beta?” Vishakha, apparently waiting for him to come home, called out through the dark.
Sameer couldn’t muster enough energy to respond. He entered, one hand clutching the jacket over his shoulders.
“Sameer 1 baj raha hai raat ka beta…tu kahan tha? Main paani peene ke liye uthi to dekha tu kamre mein nahi hai…har jagah dekha…office mein phone kiya…beta bata ke jaana chahiye na…,” she started.
Sameer didn’t say anything as he walked slowly towards her, lost in thought.
“Sameer?” Vishakha’s worry was evident upon her face.
Sameer looked up, still in a daze, trying to put his mind in order.
“Sameer…kya hua hai…?” She sniffed near his mouth, “tune fir se pi hai…kitni pi hai..?”
“Zyada nahi pi…,” he answered solemnly.
“Sameer kya hua hai? Tu bahot disturbed hai! Sameer…?” Vishakha shook him. But it was as if nothing was affecting him. She pulled her son into a hug and made him sit down.
Despite having being hostile towards his mother for as long as he could recall, this was the first time in years that she’d hugged him. She’d been at fault on many occasions, but then there had been times when he’d misunderstood her completely- like the incidence of that telephone call. Yet, there is something in a mother’s embrace, some strange warmth that breaks one’s defenses down, no matter how unfit the woman has been as a mother to you. The same happened to Sameer. He clung to her, and then broke down into sobs, clutching her hard as he wept. Vishakha, overcome by this sudden and rare display of vulnerability from Sameer, held onto him tighter, stroked his hair and patted his back to calm him. They stayed like this for a while, and Vishakha waited for Sameer to be able to pour his heart out to her.
“Kya hua mera baccha…tu itna brave hoke ro raha hai?” Vishakha consoled him, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Mujhe nafrat hone lagi hai khudse…main kyun hun aisa?”
“Tu bahot acha hai beta…kya kharabi hai tujhmein?”
“Main aur mera gussa…chahe mujhe laakh gham mile lekin maine kabhi unka saamna karna nahi seekha…hamesha dusrun ko blame karta raha…aur ab main akela hun…”.
“Sameer…kaisi behki behki baatein kar raha hai tu…tera gussa hona natural tha..aur tu akela kaise hai? Main hoon tere sath, hum sab hain!”
He shook his head. “Nahi…Meri qismat mein rona hi to likha hai….itna bada hoke bhi aaj main ro hi raha hun…mummy kya paap kiya hai maine jo bhagwan mujhe khushi nahi dena chahta…na bachpan mein kabhi maa ka pyaar mila…naa baap ka…fir wo mili…aur use bhi maine kho diya…koi kab tak sahega mumma…kab tak…aur agar mujhe pyaar dena hi nahi tha…to kyun laaye the use meri zindagi mein…aur jab main apne zakhm sehkar…aage badhne ki fir koshish karne lagta toh firse…,” he held his tongue suddenly.
“Firse kya?”
“Firse kuch aisa hota hai…ki wo sab beeti yaadein waapis aa jati hain! Kyun mumma kyun…main thak chuka hun ab is zindagi se…kahin door chala jaana chahta hun…,” Sameer sobbed as his tears soaked his mother’s saree.
“Bas beta…rote nahi…lekin aisa hua kya? Bta mujhe,” she enquired. “Kahin wo Naina to nahi mili tujhe? Wapis tere piche to nahi pad gayi?”
“Piche to main tha mumma…wo nahi…ab ehsaas hota hai!”
“Beta…yeh kaisi baatein kar raha hai tu? Mujhe bata…mera dil baitha jaa raha hai!”
Sameer tried to fumble through his numbed brain for a cover-up. If his mother got to know about Naina reappearing in his life and on top of that, working with him, he could sense that her suddenly flared up maternal instincts might lead her to break their legal agreement. Though it might be a good way forward for him, it would end up smashing Naina’s dreams, crumble her financial condition and most of all, Diya would feel the brunt of it.
No! That was out of the question.
“Wo Munna Pandit ne bataya…unhe pata chala…wo India aayi hai…toh…bas…,” he trailed off.
“Aati hai to aaye…bhaad mein jaaye wo…Sameer kahin usne tujhe contact karne ki to koshish nahi ki na? Beta aisa kuch hai to sach sach bata…main dekh lungi use…fir se tujhe fasane ka to plan nai na iska…blackmail to nahi kar rahi tujhe…?”
Sameer cut her off, “Mom, please! Aap kya boli jaa rahi ho? Jo bhi hai…jaisi bhi hai…Naina vaisi nahi hai…plus family hai uski…husband hai, bacchi hai…”.
“Toh ho! Hamein kya? Aur tujhe kaise pata yeh sab? Kahan hai wo? Delhi mein? Tu mila hai usse?”
“Munna Pandit ne bataya mom aur kaise?”
This calmed Vishakha down and she started mumbling, “pata nahi in donon ko bhi kab akal aayegi…wo aayi hai to aane do…tujhe kyun bata rahe hain! Acha bhala bhul raha tha use…”
Sameer didn’t have the heart to tell his mother that he’d never forgotten her.
Vishakha pulled Sameer closer to her and continued to placate him, her mind on something else. Finally choosing her words carefully, she tipped his face up and said, “beta main jaanti hun zindagi tere liye bahot mushkil rahi thi…tune sabse thokar khayi hai…apni sagi maa se bhi…main teri gunehgaar hun…par yakeen kar mera…main tujhe ab aur rota hua nahi dekhna chahti…khush dekhna chahti hun…isliye bhul jaa use…bhul jaa Naina ko beta…wo apni zinagi mein khush hai…uski zindagi mein tere liye ab koi jagah nahi hai…lekin teri puri zindagi padi hai tere aage…saari umar maa-baap, dost to nahi reh sakte saath mein…dekh Munna aur Pandit ko…wo bhi tere kitne ache dost hain lekin ab apne parivaaron mein…apni zimmedariyon mein uljhe hain…aur tu akela pad raha hai…har pal to koi bhi dost saath nahi reh sakta na beta…yahi pe toh ek humsafar ki zarurat hoti hai insaan ko…tujhe kisi se pyaar nahi karna na…mat karna…lekin beta ek jeevan saathi to chahiye hota hai zindagi bitane ke liye…jo aapke sukh dukh mein aapke saath ho…aur kuch na sahi to kamse kam ek dost to ho…?”
Sameer stilled, listening to her. He sniffed and then looked up into his mother’s pleading eyes.
“Beta…shaadi kar lo! Ab Naina ka qissa khatam ho gaya hai…aur shayad tum shaadi kar loge toh dheere dheere apne ateet ko bhula paaoge…fir agar wo saamne aa bhi gayi to bhi tumhe taqleef nahi hogi beta…!”
Sameer thought for a long while and finally nodded. This pain was unbearable for him now.
It was time to let go.
“Jaisa aap theek samjhein mummy…main koshish karunga!”
***
Sameer had been wondering if he’d agreed to the decision of getting married in a haste. For now that he had to meet up some girl that his mother had found for her, he was having second thoughts about the whole scenario. Well, I can always say ‘No’, the thought as he parked his car outside the Indian Coffee House in Connaught Place.
As he entered the restaurant, his eyes scanned the crowd of office-goers and young college students for the face his mother had shown him in the photograph two days back. And then he spotted her at a table in a far corner. At that exact moment, her eyes lifted up to him and he read recognition.
Sameer turned his lips into what he hoped was a polite smile and went to greet her, “Sameer!” She stood up to shake hands with him. “Noopur!” she exclaimed in a soft, yet stern voice as she too propped a decent smile upon her face.
For a few moments, the boy and the girl surreptiously eyed each other from head-to-toe. Sameer had chosen a casual attire today- a brown trendy shirt and black jeans, while Noopur was clad in a perfectly crisp formal silk saree.
Opposites here! He concluded, though he had to accept the girl was pretty enough, decent too, and did seem intelligent from the assessing look on her face. Hopefully, not one of the frail, rat-brained rich chics he’d encountered numerous times in the past.
Noopur on the other hand, cursed her fate. This boy is much more handsome than he’d looked in that photograph, which made it harder for her to reject him straightaway.
Sameer cleared his throat and pointed to the table. Noopur sat down and Sameer took his chair. After a few awkward smiles with nothing to say, Sameer started the conversation, “aap kya lengi…?”
“Uhh…ek cup chai…cheeni zyada aur ekdum kadak…chai mera matlab…,” she added, and regretted it the next moment.
Sameer smiled inwardly at her fumbling. Not bad Maheshwari. You still haven’t lost your charm!
“Okay…!” he prompted the waiter, who appeared to take their order. “Ek South Indian Filter coffee…ek chai…kadak”, he looked at her and emphasized, “…aur…cutlets khayengi aap?” Sameer enquired and Noopur shrugged her shoulders. “Ek plate vegetable cutlets bhi kar dijiye!” he closed the menu book as the waiter retreated.
“Vaise mujhe non-veg zyada pasand hai…!” Noopur remarked out of the blue.
Sameer blinked. “I’m really sorry…main abhi change karwa deta hun order!”
She raised her hand, “arey it’s okay…veg bhi pasand hai…aap non-veg nahi khate?”
“Nahi actually hamare ghar pe khate nahi hain to aadat hi nahi padi kabhi…banta bhi nahi…lekin aap bahar kha sakti hain…!” Sameer responded. What in the world did he mean by that? It wasn’t as if he was going to wed her and bring her to his home!
“Agar shaadi ki toh…!” Noopur completed for him. And then she seized the opprortunity.
“Dekho…main na kuch cheezein saaf saaf bol dena chahti hun…mujhe na ghuma fira ke baat karne ki aadat hai nahi…tumhe to main aate hi reject karne wali thi…par ab tum zarurat se zyada ache dikh rahe ho…aur akalmand bhi lagte ho…fir papa ne bataya tum khud ka business establish kar rahe ho....to maine socha ek mauka de sakti hun…varna ameer ladkon ko to sirf paise, ladkiyaan aur daaru dikhti hai…zimmedari ka bilkul ehsaas nahi!” Noopur rambled.
Sameer was taken aback. “Tum mujhe reject karne wali thi?” My my! Have the tables turned?
“Vaise mujhe aaj tak kisi ladki ne reject nahi kiya hai…,”he chose to ignore the one he’d loved, still giving her the benefit of doubt.
“Well, there’s always a first time!” she remarked.
Sameer raised his brows. “Ohhkayyyy…!” This was really unexpected. He cleared his throat, “Toh mujhe reject”, he quoted the word with his fingers in the air, “…kyun karna chahti thi tum…?”
“Wo isliye kyunki mujhe shaadi vaadi mein koi interest nahi hai!” she replied candidly, as the waiter reappeared carrying their beverages and snacks.
“Interest nahi hai? Kyun? Tum 25 ki ho rahi ho right?” Sameer prompted as the waiter placed the dishes and mugs on the table.
“25 ki hun to kya shaadi karni zaruri hai? Mujhe to samajh nahi aata ki kahan se log ye dakiyanusi soch laate hain!” she muttered disgustedly.
Sameer couldn’t help but smile. “Toh mana kar do…simple!”
“Tumhari ego hurt ho jayegi…vaise bhi bandon ki ego kuch zyada hi badi rehti hai…so…,” she cocked her brows.
“Acha? Nahi don’t worry…I don’t mind!” he responded, still trying to stifle a chuckle.
“Kyun? Tumhe bhi nahi karni kya?” she asked, her eyes open wide.
He shrugged his shoulders.“Kuch khas interest to nahi hai vaise…,” Sameer responded frankly. “Aur tum naa itni sundar ho, naa hi itni intelligent lag rahi ho ki main firse sochun…!” The teasing smile played on his lips. After exactly how many years?
She eyed him coldly. “Zyada udo mat!”
Sameer was impressed by her courage.
“Chai piyo..I think tumhe thandi chai nahi pasand…aur mujhe thandi coffee nahi!” He pushed her cup forward with a slight smile.
Still a little uncertain, Noopur took the tea cup from his hands and sipped. Her eyes closed as she savoured the taste of the beverage. Perfect!
Sameer smiled at the look on her face.
“Vaise tumhe kaise pata mujhe thandi chai nahi pasand?”
Sameer stirred his coffee and looked up at her, “Simple…jis tarah tumne chai ko describe kiya…usse laga tumhe chai kaafi pasand hai…aur jahan tak maine dekha hai, chai ke shaukeen log thandi chai nahi pasand karte…!”
Noopur nodded, “hmmm…chalo kamse kam tum bevakoof nahi ho…tez ho!”
Sameer grinned openly now. As he took a bite of the sumptuous cutlets, he asked, “acha farz karte hain…hum dono shaadi karne mein thoda bahot bhi interested hon…toh kya baat karein?”
“Dekho sabse pehli baat hai…mujhe pyaar vyaar mein interest nahi hai…mera pyaar…mera obsession mera kaam hai…main ek interior decorator hun…,” she broke off at the confused look on Sameer’s face, “interior decorator…jo aapke liye aapka ghar sajate hain…?” she added hopefully.
“Par apna ghar main khud saja sakta hun na…kisi aur ko kyun bolunga…?” Sameer countered.
“Kyunki main creative hun…mere worldwide contacts hain…Vastu, Feng shui mein expert hun…main mood ke hisab se…pasand ke hisab se, budget ke according tumhara ghar, office…wahan ka furniture sab design kar sakti hun…matlab deewaron pe kaunsa colour hoga…bedroom kaisa acha lagta hai…living room mein kaise sofa honge…yeh sab…pura ambience…jagah ka feel change kar sakte hain hum”.
When Sameer still didn’t look convinced, she fished out a book from her handbag, “yeh mere design kiye huye ghar hain…well, maine help ki thi apne boss ki…lekin pichle saal maine khud ki firm kholi hai…mere dad mera busy schedule dekh ke, mujhe shaadi ke liye aur force kar rahe hain…par yeh mera sapna hai aur main isse compromise nahi kar sakti”.
Sameer took the book from her hand and turned the pages. Wow…these houses were indeed beautifully decorated…some had more of a contemporary look…some were more in the antique taste…few were plain cheerful...!”
“Impressive! Toh?”
Noopur looked pleased with herself. “Toh baat yeh hai ki shaadi kar ke main ghar pe hamesha pati ki seva mein aur bacchon ko paalne mein nahi lag sakti…matlab abhi to nahi…shayad 7-8 saal baad…main apna kaam nahi chodna chahti…aur iski wajah se na koi mujhse shaadi karna chahta hai na main unse!”
“Phew…mujhe laga shaadi isliye nahi karna chahti ki tumhe hamara ghar pasand nahi aaya!” he chuckled.
Noopur shrugged her shoulders. “Vaise wo maine abhi tak dekha nahi hai toh…that can also be a point!”
Sameer eyed her for a long time, judging her. “Vaise mujhe isse kuch khas farak padta nahi…main khud bhi ghar pe kam rehta hun…mere liye meri publication agency bahot important hai…mere colleagues mujhe workaholic bolte hain…aur kehte hain ki meri biwi mujhse pareshaan rahegi ki main use time nahi dunga…so I think wo problem hum dono ke beech nahi hai…aur rahi baat bacchon ki…to agar hum dono ko us cheez mein kabhi interest hua…to shayad 7-8 saal baad main thoda buddha ho jaunga aur uski koi guarantee nahi de sakta…,” he smirked.
Noopur couldn’t help but grin embarrassedly. “Theek hai usme thoda adjustment kar lenge…!”
Sameer’s mood had changed. Though the girl in front of him could not compare to Naina, he was still captivated by her feisty nature, her honesty, her strength of character. Maybe he could settle down with that, even if he may never love her. Never love her! She should know this.
He cleared his throat once more. “Noopur…tumne apne expectations ke baare mein to bata diya…but isse pehle tum koi decision lo…mujhe tumhe apne baare mein kaafi kuch batana hai…!”
Noopur looked surprised and opened her mouth, but Sameer raised his hand. “Meri family history to tum jaanti ho…baaki mere gharwalon ne meri tareefon ke pul zarur baandhe honge…ki main kitna mehnati hun…kitna samajhdaar hun…par unhone bahot si baatein tumse chupayi hain…!”
Noopur shifted uncomfortably.
“I wouldn’t mind agar tum mujhe reject karo…par main kisi se dhoke se shaadi nahi karna chahta…! Main koi shareef ladka nahi hun Noopur…main ek time pe alcohol aur smoking se addicted tha…abhi bhi kabhi kabhi peeta hun…do din pehle hi kisi reason se pi thi…but mostly I’m in control…aur smoking mostly kuch saal pehle chod di thi…bas do chaar baar kuch mahine pehle pi…fir nahi…aur rahi baat mere character ki…to wo bhi…umm kaafi kharab raha hai…mere bahot saari ladkiyon ke saath physical relations rahe hain…haan ab maine wo sab chod diya hai…par is cheez ko main piche jaake mita nahi sakta…”. He took a pause before he continued, “…aur agar mauka hota to shayad kabhi mitana bhi nahi chahta…kyunki…kyunki unmein se ek ladki bahot khas thi…mere dil ke kareeb aaj tak usse zyada koi nahi aa paaya hai…bahot acha waqt bitaya uske saath maine….meri sabse khas dost thi…par usi ki wajah se bahot gham bhi mila mujhe…lekin fir bhi, main usse pyaar karta tha…aaj, abhi, is pal bhi karta hun…aur shayad future mein bhi karunga…!”
Noopur appeared as if someone had slapped her across her cheek.
Sameer hastily added, “uski shaadi ho chuki hai…uski ek bacchi bhi hai…wo apni zindagi mein khush hai…aur main uski khushi mein…dard bahot hota hai, but shayad yahi qismat thi hamari…usne mujhse pyaar nahi kiya tha…par haan…wo pyaar jo maine kabhi uske liye mehsoos kiya tha…wo shayad kabhi kisi aur ke liye nahi kar paaunga….koshish karunga…par main jaanta hun uski jagah mere dil mein koi le nahi sakti. Main apni biwi, jo bhi ho…use us tarah toot ke pyaar na bhi karun, lekin apni taraf se koshish karunga ki use zindagi ki saari khushiyaan de paaun…aur kamse kam ek acha dost, ek acha jeevan saathi ban sakun…!”
Seeing Noopur silent, Sameer added, “yeh sab tumhara jaanana zaruri hai…mostly yeh sab sunke tum mujhe sach mein ‘reject’ kar dogi…par main koi sach kisi se chupana nahi chahta!”
After a gap of a few minutes, Noopur nodded, engrossed in her thoughts.
“Itni serious mat ho…cutlets bahot ache hote hain yahan ke…khao…!” With this, Sameer offered a piece to her and took one himself and they ate in companionable silence.
“Tum kabhi job interview ke liye gaye ho?” Noopur asked out of the blue.
“Job interview? Main? Nahi…shuru se publication agency mein hi lag gaya…kyun?”
“Hmm…acha kiya…reject ho jaate…!”
When Sameer looked stumped, she added, “arey tumhe sach mein apni tareef nahi karni aati…aajkal log apni burayion ko bhi acha bana ke…badha chadha ke dikhate hain…aur ek tum ho…,” she grinned.
“Socho, tum bolte dekhiye sir, aapki kitaab se main 300 rupay ka profit kama raha hun, lekin aapko sirf 50 dunga…infact jo maine aapko promise kiya tha ki achi quality ke pages use karunga, wo bhi nahi kar raha, par yeh aapka janana zaruri hai kyunki yeh kitaab aapne likhi hai!”
Sameer howled with laughter.
Noopur folded her arms across on the table and waited for him to calm down. “Vaise mera sense of humour acha hai na?”
“Beshaq…!” he sniggered.
Noopur muttered, “vaise thanks batane ke liye…tumhari jagah koi aur hota to shayad kabhi nahi batata!”
“Sach to sach hai na…!” he shrugged and then leaned in towards her and whispered, “vaise marketing sach mein mera weak point hai…!” He winked at her and they both erupted in laughter again.
As the conversation progressed, both Sameer and Noopur discovered several interesting facets about the lives of the other- their individual likes, dislikes, their hobbies, their families. Before they knew, they lost track of time.
At a funny anecdote recited by Noopur about how she was afraid of dogs and how dogs always managed to single her out and pounce upon her, Sameer told her about the time he’d pranked his hostel warden as a kid, by taking advantage of his fear of spiders. For two days, he’d worked diligently and caught numerous spiders and put them all in his office at night. The next morning when the warden had opened the door, his horrified cry had risen the entire hostel.
As peals of laughter emanated from the table at the corner, the waiter strode over and turned on the radio set, setting the ambience for lunch. Kishore da’s melodious voice boomed in as Sameer and Noopur started to get a little lost in each other.
“Ek ajnabi haseena se…yun mulaqaat ho gayi…
fir kya hua…yeh na pucho…kuch aisi baat ho gayi!”
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Don't kill me guys! And don't be sad. Samaina are still drawing closer to each other!
How should I react? Lastly wo gaana... dil mera chur chur ho gaya💔🥺!!
Sur di, raat ke 1.25 ho rahe hai.. and I am restless, ki kya hoega😭😭😭. Sameer tum abhi bhi impulsive ho... lekin shaadi💔💔... tumse to ummed thi ki SamAina honge!! Kya se kya ho gaye, dekhte dekhte!!! Arvind kya kam tha... noopur bhi aagayi😬... my heart!!!
Aur phir wo flashback se asha jaagi... lekin meri dil toot gaya conversations se🥺!!
Diya is your own daughter Sameer Buddhu Maheswari, dammit! And Naina loves you more than she loves herself❤😭😭!!
Abhi to aur bhi pol patti kholega... who was with Arvind? Naina ki shaadi ka kya jhol hai? Why Naina has no connection with Ahmedabad? Aur bhi bahot....!! Sameer ko kab pata chalega... ki Diya is his daughter... 😢😭😭. I am literally shattered and crying! Mera kya hoega....!
Naina... tum hi kuch bolo ab to...!!! Ab Naina bas impulsive kuch decision na liyo😳!!! Desperately waiting for next update.... ho sake to jaldi de diyo....😭😭.
Aisa hungama... pooora unexpected...!!! Noopur ke aane se jo twists ki ban lagi...!! SamAina to pakka ek honge!! Mai pagla gayi hu shayad... jo comment ki hai.. but heartbreaks hurts... dekhte how it mends❤❤🌼!!!
Besabri se karte hai next update ka intezar🤗!!!
Hopefully, you are fine, Sur di!❤️🤗
With love,Suparna
awwww thkuuuu thkuuu sur...u took my name...mra to din hi bn gya...forum ki sb sy best writer ny mra naam apni update ma shamil kiyaa..its means a lot to me..have no words...😍😍😍
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