part----6
imran stood in the terrace....
there were few minutes for the sun to rise.... he had finished his prayers.... still he stood there..... gazing up at the sky... the sound of footsteps made him turn... their eyes met...just for a second then she looked away...
imran tried to smile----pratigya....
pratigya interrupted him and said quickly---tumhara tabiyat abhi abhi thk hua hain...... yahan istarh khade mat raho....firse kharab ho jayegi.....
he didnt reply..... bt cntinued standing....
pratigya eyed him suspiciosly... he was looking at her only.....
pratigya----humne kaha na tumse...niche jao.....
imran-----hume tumse baat karni hain.....
pratigya----kyun?
imran----kyun...matlab?
pratigya cleared herself----nhi...tumhine to kaha tha ki tumhe humse kuch lena dena nhi hain...aur ye bhi kaha tha ki accha hoga agr hum tumse dur hi rahe to......
imran----to tumne hamari baat mani kya? to kal hamare kamre mein....
pratigya----imran hume riwaz karni hain hume der ho rahi hain...... she tried to walk pass him bt he quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to himself... she was shocked..... she struggled hard to release herself bt his grip was strong.......
pratigya----imran ye kya kar rahe ho...chodo hume......
imran----nhi chodenge..pehle tum hamare sawalon ka jawab dogi..... his fingers were digging into her flesh...... she twisted her face in pain..... with the other hand..she tugged at his shirt.....
imran-----batao hume...tumhe kal aisa kyun kiya...akhir tum kya chahti ho? kyun aisa kar rahi ho? kyun tumhe hamari baaton se itna fark padta hain... hum to tumhare liye ek ajnabbi hain na? to fir besharmo ki tarah tumne kal......
pratigya-----plzz...chodo hume...hume dard ho raha hain...... imran felt as if someone hammered some sense into his mind... he looked at her....she was shrinking in pain...... and instantly released her.... she moved back and rubbed her arm... it had got red marks......
imran felt ashamed of himself...... he had nvr meant to hurt her.......
pratigya looked up at him,her eyes full of tears..-----hume pata nhi tha...ke kisiki parwa karne ke ki...uske liye kuch mehsus karne ki.....usse...usse pyaar karne ki hume aisi saza mil sakti hain......
her wrds hit him like arrows...------ye kya keh rahi hain? his insides started to boil...nt in anger bt in a strange kind of excitement.....
imran----tum janti bhi ho ke tum kya keh rahi ho? pratigya.....tum hume do ya tin din se jaanti ho....aur itna kafi nhi hain...kisise...kisise....... he cudnt complete the sentence bt she did.....
pratigya----pyaar karne ke liye? kyun? pyaar to kabhi kabhi ek nazar mein hi ho jata hain......
imran---ye sab filmy bakwaas hain......
pratigya----shayad tumhare liye hoga....par hum ise mante hain... ki kabhi kabhi kisi insaan ko pehchaan ne ke liye puri zindagi lag jati hain fir bhi use hum thk tarah se pehchaan nhi pate aur kabhi kabhi kisiko hum ek hi pal mein puri tarah se jaan jate hain......
imran smiled twistedly----oh!! to tum ye kehna chahti ho ki tumne hume pehchaan liya hain...huh..... tum bht pachtaogi.....bht pachtaogi.....
pratigya-----ho sakta hain....par isse hamari jasbaaton par koi farak nhi padega.......
the smile disappeared frm his lips.... he clenched his fingers into fists..... pratigya stood before him....calm and composed......
he breathed heavily...trying to control his temper..... and then without another wrd....rushed downstairs.......
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imran's phone was ringing... he quickly picked it up...---helo?
it was rashid-----kya imran bhai...kabse fon laga rahe hain... his voice depicted excitement and irritation all at once....
imran---kam ki baat batao......
rashid----khabar pahuch chuki hain... sunday ko unhone apne ghar bulaya hain..... ek party hain...us party mein....
imran----party mein jakar hum kya karenge? kawali?
rashid-----woh sab hume pata nhi hain...bas unhone kaha sabko bata dene ke liye isiliye....
imran----thk hain...pahuch jayenge...aur kuch?
rashid----nhi...rakhte hain salam alaikum.... he hung up.....
imran's jaws hardened... he was hating this now.... frst of all he is stuck up with a bunch of hindus..eating their food...sleeping in their room..... doing god knows wat...and now he had to attand some stupid party and agen pretend to be fine and okay wen the reality was somethng else..... he was dreading evry second of his existence..... only he knew how he was surviving with a volcano in his heart... wich was slowly burning him down into ashes....... he was longing for that eternal moment wen he wud finish himself along with a number of hindus...... and attain his goal of life....... it was then that his burning heart wud have some peace.......
imran rolled and twisted in his bed..... the nightmares were back.... those visions of burning houses....painful shouts and shrieks.....horrying scenes...... were agen disturbing him..... torturing him.... so much blood..... so many pathetic deaths.... he was sweating like hell....... lastly he cudnt take it anymore and sat up..... panting...... heaving..... his throat was all dry.... he got down frm his bed and drank water..... the nightmares still didnt completely fade out..... he took up his shirt and put it on...... then he went out.... and decided to catch some fresh air in the terrace.....
pratigya was still awake.... she was chatting with her best frnd over the phone.... her name was shahana khan.... she was the humble and down to earth daughter of an MLA ashraff khan....
pratigya---nhi aisi koi baat nhi hain yar..tu bata.....
shahana----tu humse kuch nhi chipa sakti pratigya...bata na...kya hua hain tujhe? tu itni udas kyun hain?
pratigya---woh.... suddenly she got distracted to hear some noise and stopped.....
shahana----kya hua?
pratigya---ek min...ye iswaqt terrace par kaun hain?
shahana----kya ? terrace pe? tu pagal to nhi ho gayi...? abhi raat ke do baj chuke hain.....
pratigya heard the sound agen... as if someone was slowly opening the door of the terrace.....
she said to shahana----ruk hum tujhe baad mein fon karte hain..thk hain? bbye.... she hung up..... then she took her dupatta,wore it over her shoulders and tiptoed upstairs......
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imran's eyes became moist and tears strted to roll down his cheeks as he looked up at the sky-----kyu? aisa kyun hua hamare saath? humne kisika kya bigada tha? abbu ammi.... aamal.... unhone kisika kya bigada tha..... he sobbed silently...... letting the burning grief flow out of his eyes like boiling lava...... wen suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder... he turned quickly..... it was pratigya.....
he instantly turned back and wiped his face.... he hated to show anyone his weakness......
pratigya----niche chalo....tum apne saath aisa kyun kar rahe ho......tabiyat firse kharab ho jayegi....
imran----hone do....
pratigya---plzzz hamari baat mano... he pulled at his arm slightly----chalo...aao....
he released himself with a jerk-----plzz hume khuda ke liye akela chod do.....
pratigya----nhi...tum hamare saath abhi isiwaqt niche chalo.....
imran turned...his eyes were burning with rage... he gritted his teeth and said in a hissing voice----tum samajhti kyun nhi...hume tumse koi matlab nhi hain..... yahan se jaoo.....
at frst pratigya felt really afraid of him.... he was looking soo scary......his eyes depicted so much of hatred and anger..... then suddenly she didnt know wat happened to her... as if she was guided by some external force... without thnking twice she hugged him tightly and hid her face in his chest...... it was like she knew no other way to calm him down.... that was stupid..... bt she did it......
imran was shocked out of his senses... he tried to push her away..... he became blind,deaf and dumb in anger...... bt then agen....beneath that boiling irritation and anger.....a strange feeling arouse..... it was unexplainable..yet addictive.... slowly it paralyzed his anger and spread out in his entire mind as well as his body...... he foregot his pains.... he forgot his rage...... for some moments..he evn forgot whu he was...and wat was he doing there..... he wrapped his arms around her......frst gently and then slowly tightened his grip....... her feminine essence....blocked his mind totally..... he found himself unable to thnk..... he just felt her heartbeats against his own chest.....and she felt his.......
they dnt know for how long they had been standing like that...wen pratigya gained her senses....and released him slowly....he moved back too....... both oif them looked at each other...trying to read each other's minds..... bt failed.....
pratigya was the frst one to speak-----aab...chale....
he cudnt refuse her....and nodded.....
both of them came down..................
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Cricket
Anupamaa
