"Bas Ek Ghuzarish": Chapter 1 She never knew her life would pan out this way. Meeting a man so powerful who had in seconds changed her life. Looking around her surroundings as she walked the corridors of Patil Niwas mid night dressed in a dull orange shade of churidar dress over her shoulders a pink dupata finishing her chores nakusha walks in the direction of there room late night thinking deeply. As she looked around she thought to her self. She had never dreamed of living in such luxurious surroundings.
Thinking over just a few days back when she had saved his life from those thugs and in return he had given her the unimaginable. A place to live, a livelihood for her family but all In all Nakusha knew that for her Dutta Shri ram Patil or "sahab" as she referred to him was becoming more than just a god sent that he aayi had named him. He was somebody more, something more, she saw in his eyes this lingering shadow of pain that her eyes carried too and that was the similarity between them two. Both of them hurt by lifes misfortunes yet still standing strong. He was stern, silent , ruling by nature and much more influential than she could ever imagine. She was only a maid yet this wasn't strictly true.
Nakusha still bearing that hindrance of that koyal colour to her face, somewhere within the heart of hearts she pleaded with herself for a way in which she would be rid off this burden forever. To wash this darkness away forever yet she didn't know if she had the courage and more so her family, her aayi would not approve. Having lost a sister to the name of beauty nakusha didn't want to put her parents through that pain again. She would just bare burden with a smile in the hope that her bapa would guide her through life and some day she would be able free of this dark color. This was nakusha, an innocent soul, wise with words and talkative by nature, very traditional and like any 19 year old dreams of falling in love and living happily ever after.
She hadn't interacted with dutta much, but the few times that she had left her indulged and curious of the man who was Dutta Shri Ram Patil. In her first interaction she dominated the conversation with her wise words, the second time she had spoken a little two much . Stopping dutta from drinking when dutta shri ram patil was in no mood for compromise he had..hurt her. Pushing her out of the room violently, warning her of his nature he had left his mark on her forehead yet the third time she saw a vulnerable man. A man hurt by his past, betrayed by his love. Nakusha was wise in reading people and she knew what dutta shri ram consisted of. She could read that pain in his eyes, however powerful and strong Dutta seemed there was a much deeper man under that harsh persona of dutta. Nakusha saw a softer side of that man in that one interaction and ever since that softer side of dutta shri ram patil she saw despite his hard exterior. Something about this man attracted her, something about him had taken over her mind with Constance she would close her eyes and he would be in front of her eyes.
Even now as nakusha tried to test heart and listen to its heartbead she closes her eyes softly..as darkness falls she sees Duttas figure watching over her, his expression at ease almost smiling at her. Nakusha a little scared by the way she seemed to be dreaming of him her expression creases as she looks around. Empty corridors no one was there to see her yet still Nakushas eyes scatter around just to make sure. The strange thing is dutta had never acknowledged nakusha with a smile, his interaction was always, subtle, stern, like he was talking to a stranger and she was nothing but that for him. She was a stranger. A stranger that he had let into his past. Even though Nakusha knew that it was only a fantasy he was only a fantasy for a girl like her ..she dared to dream for there was no harm in dreaming. Nakusha deep down within her heart knew she was falling in love with a man who could never be his, the one right however she had that no one could take away from her was to dream.
As Nakusha walks towards the servant quarters of Patil Niwas more like an basic outhouse with one room and a small kitchen area where she was staying with her family nakusha silently pushes open the sky blue rustic wooden doors and steps in carefull not wake lights dimmed Baabi, Sethji and Ganpat who are all sleeping in there respective beds make movement as they here nakusha enter.
"Naku ..kahna rakha hai..kha ke soe jaana.." Baabi brokenly in a tried tone half a sleep reminds nakusha to eat. Naku doesn't respond looking at the far right side of the room near the small kitchen area on the floor sits nakushas plate. Covered with another plate.
Nakusha heading towards the small washroom in the corner steps in small a an bathing area, a basic skink and mirror that sits above it ..nakusha looks at her reflection. Her hair left loose..on her shoulders that dark color set on her skin from the morning. Nakusha runs the tap, as the sink fills with warm water nakusha cups water into the palms of her hands and splashes it on her face. Slowly that dark make up begins to run.
At Patil Niwas entrance Dutta and Baaji return home from a long journey.
Dutta dressed in his white blazer, black shirt and dark blue jeans walks into the house with as much authority as ever baaji following his side. Chirpy per nature there is always a certain buzz of activity on Baaji's expression. Dressed in bright orange kurta over his jeans baaji clothing traits were always very loud.
As both walk in silently baaji brushes his right hand over the back of his hair, tried he yarns a little.
"Thaak gayay bhau..bas ab direct sone kaa.."Dutta takes a silent glance of acknowledgment. As baaji begins to walk of in the direction of his room, seeing Dutta pause for a second he turns back.
"bhau??" duttas eyes trailing over the open garden area and seeing how in the far distance the lights of nakushas room is still on dutta takes a look in curiosity. Turing back his expression to baaji dutta tells baaji that he should carry on…and baaji accepting leaves.
Dutta sometime later having changed into this white kurta suit walks the corridors of Patil niwas late at night. This was routine for dutta he liked to make sure everything in the house well before he would return to his room for a nights sleep. His hands joined behind his back duttas eye sight is very recepitive to every detail as he walks past the open garden area of the house yet again he sees that the lights to the particular quarters that belonged to Ganpat and his family were still on. Approaching the entrance of there room dutta gets to the doors of the room which are partially open. Open so dutta can see what is going on within the room. Hearing the voices of nakusha and baabi..talking dutta is just about to break that clasp of his hands and knock on the door when hes eyes see something very defining.
As baabi sits in a corner of the room with nakusha, duttas eyes are uncertain of what he sees, the shade of nakusha's skin lighter than norm. duttas expression creases for a second but as he goes on to watch on silently he sees nakushas cheeks streaming with tears , baabi wiping them the material of her green cotton saari.
"Ab nahin hota aayi…yeh kala rang le kar ab nahin jee sakti mein.
Duniya se chip rahin hai mein, aur kyun, Kyun ke meri khubsurati meri baskitmati hai. khol dena chahi hai mein apne chehre ka raaz."Baabi worried for her daughter her eyes to filled with tears she tires to reason with naku.
"Kis kis ko tu samjayeygi naku, aur kaun samjenga tuje..?
Ek beti ko meine is ghubsurati ki vaje se khoya hai tuje nahin khona chahti mein. Waoh joe meri beti ke saath hua woah, sab aaj bhi muje chen ki saas nahin lene deta naku."..Unknowingly Baabi with her words runs through the there painful past. Loosing her elder daughter, Morey and his obsession with naku and baabi using that dark shoot to protect her daughter she talks of all unknown to the fact that from behind that partially open door dutta had seen and heard all.
Having listening to the pain in baajis words, having seen Nakusha cry silently her tears running down her expression duttas eyes take the form of a stern yet concerned shape. As silence falls within the room dutta, pauses for a second parting those hands from his back he looks on into the room for a second and reaching towards the door of the room he pushes it open silently stepping in. As both Baabi and Nakusha hear the door making movement there eyes to the entrance. Where dutta stands, his expression unreadable his eyes sharp glazing over them both. Duttas presence his posture as ever was very defined. Standing with his hand behind his back his figure tall as he looks down at them both authority was something Dutta Shri Ram Patil stood for.
Making realization of duttas presence and realising that dutta had seen nakusha in her true form Baabis expression creases with shock her mouth open speechless for the moment. Baffeled a little broken words, she soon tires to explain. Getting up from there huddled state on the floor Baabi tries to approach Dutta to explain.
"Bhau aap??? Mein…woah…" As baabi approaches dutta in a scared state duttas eyes watch over nakusha who stands at a distance her expression lowered her eyes to the floor in fear still showing those tears she had shed.
Dutta eyes constant on nakusha baabi notices the way in which dutta watches over nakusha in a stern manner and tires to explain..
bhau..mein..mein baatati hai aapko..hamne aapke saath koi dhoka nahin kiya bhau..woh toe naku…As baabi in a pleading tone tires to go on she was unaware that dutta had overheard all of there conversation and was aware of all.
Raising his right palm in front of baabi an indication that he didn't want to hear anymore baabi at once stops talking. Dutta pauses for a second..his eyes still very much over nakusha who stands at a distance watching Nakushas timid posture the type of fear she carried duttas eyes trail from nakusha to baabi and baabi to back to nakusha.
He says nothing…simply turns away and walks out of the room leaving Baabi and Nakusha both worried as to what would be made of them.
As dutta returns to his room, sitting down on that lime green sofa in front of the coffee table, that conversation of baabi's and Nakushas runs through his mind.
There was so much pain that girls eyes..those eyes that expression wouldn't leave dutta. Shock of having seen her in this form never quite settled for dutta, that fair expression that she had been hiding all this time ran before duttas eyes. There was a strange feeling of remorse that grew within him, sighing at the thought of more pain, the effect of remorse in his life never seemed to leave him even it was in the form of somebody else's past. As dutta thinks of baabis words, as nakusha tears, her fair expression haunts him..dutta on looks the wooden table in front of him.
A glass bottle of a deep brown shade of alcohol sits before him. next to it a crystal effect glass., dutta extends his arm out to reach for the bottle he picks it up ..arches his back closer to the table and is about to pour the liquid into the glass but he stops. The girls words, play in his mind.. "
sahab mein nain peene degi..peene se dard kam nahin hota bard jata hai".That moment and those words sounding in his ears, he pauses. Putting down the bottle he sighs throwing his head back on the headrest of the sofa he closes his eyes in silence to think
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Chapter 2Next morning, baaji at the closed entrance of Nakushas room dressed In a red kurta over his jeans he knocks on the surface of the door twice. Pausing for a second baaji thinks over why dutta seem to be so serious today more than usual. When baaji had entered his room this morning he knew that something wasn't quite right, dutta seemed to be in a very pensive mood. Silent.
Baaji didn't get time to think over the matter too much as soon the door to the room was opened..baabi opening the door just enough to see who was outside her expression changes from upset to pretentious smile as she sees baaji.
"Baaji bhau aap"? She adds..opening the door more. Baabi dressed in a green and red saari maharastran style saari.
Baaji looking at baabi and then within the room, trying to look over her shoulder and around past her baajis eyes look around as he speaks.
"bhau ne aapko aur nakusha ko bulayay hai"
Thinking of last nights incident baabis eyes delve into a fear. Turing around looking at Nakusha who stands at some distance within the room baabis eyes full of fear of the moment look at nakusha in despair. Nakusha who stands there with the same fear in her eyes yet the look on her face is tranquil for deep down she knew that Dutta Shri ram Patil was a man of principles he would surely give her one chance to speak in her defence more so dutta thought with his heart and nakusha had touched on his right from the very minuet she had laid eyes on him. Nakusha with that dark colour on her face once again dressed in a shade of deep pink loose fitted dress and her hair let loose a little scraggy she nods reassuring baabi.
As both nakusha and baabi follow baaji down the corridors of Patil Niwas silently baabi words clutching on to her saari pallu seems to be uneasy while Nakusha seemed preoccupied in thought.
Some distance of walking..going past an array of rooms and as baaji stops infront of a certain door both Baabi followed by Naku stop too. a wooden faced door similar to all the others yet this room was unfarmiliar too both Naku and Baabi. Baaji turned back his expression for a second towards them, The message that he carried in those eyes of his was a little unreadable, mixture of reassurance and caution. As baaji pushed open the door…his eyes first trailed to nakusha and then to the door which meant she should enter the room first. Nakusha takes one uneasy glance to her mother and then dropping hers a little she pauses..for a second and steps forward, walking into the room followed by baabi and then baaji who holding the door open waits for them before entering.
Within the surroundings of this room, as nakusha stepped in the first thing she noted was duttas presence. Sitting in a cream upholstered armchair in the centre of the room. Either side of him just behind his armchair a bulky looking bodyguard. To the left of Dutta sat a circular wooden side table nothing upon it yet it complemented the rest of the room which was more or less empty red walls and some wooden framed photographs of Patil Parivar. As nakusha walked into the room and took a glance towards Dutta Nakusha noticed all the fine details to Duttas presence. His appearance. From His black attire a sharp and perfected look as ever. From head to toe Dutta Shri Ram Patils look was perfection. From the way his hair was neatly in place his bearded look, that black pathani suit he wore creased in all the correct places. Duttas look although of familiarity was a little more formal than usual, there was no folds to the sleeves, his waistcoat buttoned neatly the right pocket of it carried a red folded handkerchief. With as much authority as ever duttas posture was a ruling as ever. Sitting back with left leg balanced on his right as ever duttas presence was dominating in all ways. Seeing to be Looking down on a particular file and documentation to hand a pen at hand signing off some paper work. His concentration on the task at hand dutta flipped though a number of pages glancing through them with attention he signed each one while baaji, Naku and Baabi all waited at a distance for his attention.
As dutta finishes of the last signature closing the file, baaji picks the right moment to speak.."
bhau waoh…mein kya bolta hai.."But just as baaji tries to put his words forward..as dutta passes the file over his right shoulder to the guard behind him his eyes clock on nakusha.
Looking upon the way she has that dark make up to her face duttas eyes take to a deep curiosity. Just as baaji is about to go on talk for the world duttas eyes very much iced upon nakusha presence he raises his right palm to silence baaji.
Baaji getting the hint, rustling his hand through the back of his hair..stops talking at once.
As dutta gets up from his seat his eyes still focused on Nakusha putting his hands behind his back in a very firm manner dutta asks for the guards to leave with a slight hand gesture. Breaking that firm posture of his dutta brings his right arm in front visible flicking his forehand to towards the doorway ment all were to leave. Duttas one instruction and both gaurds and baaji turn away yet duttas further instructions as he replaces his hand behind his back his word refuse baaji leave.
"Tu kaha jaa raha hai..?", Duttas eyes trail to baaji for a second in a glare, and then back to his side. Baaji getting to hint, walks the distance towards dutta, walking around his arm chair baaji stands just behind duttas armchair on the left. As baajis footsteps stop dutta looks upon Nakusha who despite her face being revealed was still wearing that dark shade on her face. Standing next to her very insecure Baabi who looked nervous. Seeing a certain questioning in nature in Duttas eyes and the way in which dutta looks at Nakusha so intensely fearing the reaction from dutta baabi tries to explain there past in a more pleading manner but dutta stops her.
"Tumara jo bhi atit ho use dutta shri ram patil ka koi matlab nahin hai.. "As duttas eyes trail from nakusha to Baabi, dutta beggins to take definded steps walking around them in a circular trail yet his eyes constantanly up on there. Dutta watches the way nakusha is silenlt not scared yet just poised with her eyes to floor.
"Lekin tumara aaj aur ane vala kal mujse mere ghar se meri is patil wadi se juda hai.."dutta having walked around them in a very dominationg manner..stops infront of them both his hands rested behind his back his words are demanding and are sounded in a way which gives no ease for them to be disobeyed.
"Isleighyey faisla aaj abhi hoga.." dutta turns his back to them for a few moments as he steps back to his arm chair. Sitting down in a much similar posture to the one earlier his back comfortably rested against the armchair..left leg rested upon the right in a crossed fashion duttas words are very sharp and his watch on both Nakusha and Baabi even more defined.
"Ek baat achi tara se samajlo, Yaha dutta shri ram patil ka kaanoon chalta hai, joe bhi faisla hogo uspein amal hoga varna baaji tume patil wadi ki sarhad ke baar chor aayeyga aur phir tum jaano aur tumari beti. Acknowledging duttas words baabi nods hesitantly …
dutta glancing over to nakusha pulls the index figer of his right hand gesturing nakusha to approach…his words aimed at her as he speaks.
"Idhar aa.."Nakusha takes a glance up to duta a little unsure of the moment she pauses for a second before taking some measured steps towards duttas chair.
Stopping a little closer she again drops her eyes whilst dutta watches." tu baata..zindagi bhar is kale nakaab ka bhoj uthana chahti hai tu.?"
nakusha a little hesitant nods a no..
"toe ab jab tumari satchayi samne aayi hai. duttas hands.his index finger moves in a circular fashion making a gesture towards nakushas face.."
toe phir yeh chehra kisi chuparahin hai tu?." nakusha looks at baabi a little unsure which dutta notices and comments. His words sound very sarcastic at times but it was all his way of making a point of what in his eyes was right and was wrong.
Dutta watching the way nakusha looks back at baabi for a second he answers the question himself..
Tumari aayi ne majboor kiya isleighyey.. and nakusha is unable to anything..
"Tumari aayi hein toe hai jisne …yeh mansus rang chadayay hai thuj par.."Duttas eyes now trail to baabi as he questions her..
"Maana ke tu aayi hai iski, atcha chahti hai tu iska lekin kushi nahin chahti? Iski?" As dutta went on to look from baabi to nakusha..his words also changed aim..
Tumare har dard ka kaaran yeh teri aayi ka befakoof faisla hai..aur tu..
Tu use bhi baadi befaakuf hai joe chup chap sunti gayi.The way in which dutta had disproved of and called it stupidity…nakusha lifted her expression up for a second to see how irritated dutta was by this. As dutta went on to speak firmly to baabi..nakusha listened silently..all the while wanting to defend her mother somewhere within there was a part of her that knew dutta was right too..yet baabi was her mother she had only done what she thought was best.
"Mamta ke naam par tune is ladki ki zindagi bardbaad kardi aur bhi raaste the..kein apni beti ki pehchan par daag lagana ek maa ko shobha nahin deta..iski saza mili chahiyey tuje."Nakusha hearing the mention of punishment she instantly lifts her expression from the floor and interrupts.
"Nahin sahab.. dutta watches the way nakusha acts with instances ans listens silently to what she has to say..
Meri aayi hai sahab…unse jo bhi kiya woah mere leighyey kiya sahab..muje batchane ke leighyey.'
Dutta getting up from his seat, stepping closer to nakusha his eyes clock with her for a second and he sees the significance of truth and purity in those signature eyes of hers.
Turning his expression to baaji who is still standing behind his chair.. dutta eyes give a certain instruction to which baaji nodds in a stern sort of understanding.
As baaji walks, begins to walk out of the room duttas eyes move to nakushas expression and then sharply trail to baaji in his steps. It was a silent instruction for Nakusha to follow Baaji without question. A little worried and anxious at what was to lie ahead of her nakusha takes a nervous swallow as duttas eyes look down at her with dominance.
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Nakusha following baaji silently through the corridors of Patil Niwas a little unsure as to what was to happen next stopping at the entrance of duttas bedroom baaji's eyes..point towards the inside of the room. Instructing nakusha to enter.
Authors note: So there we are guys, first two chapters of my new
ff..hoping to see all you guys here..thank you very much for all your lovely comments on the conclude of berang zindagi. Hope you enjoy this one just as much!
Thank, Jagruti.
Edited by jagrutid - 14 years ago
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