DECEPTION...PART 18
Zaib spent the entire day at her bedside, waiting, staring intently at her face, almost willing her to open her eyes. Kripa remained stable throughout the day, her chest rising and falling with deep, slow breaths.
But she seemed to be in a deep slumber, lost in a dark realm of grief and sickness.
As dusk fell over the Swiss chalet, panic started to build up in his heart.
Dr. Zimmer had said if she didn't open her eyes within 24 hours, it was a bad sign! They would have to shift her to the hospital.
He asked the attendant when Kripa would regain consciousness, the guy just shrugged and shook his head...he had no idea, it was a waiting game as of now.
Zaib's desperation grew by leaps and bounds: Please Kripa, Khuda ke liye, aankhein kholo! Tumhey jeena hoga! You have to survive! Merey liye naa sahi apni family ke liye! Tumhari Maa, Papa, Dadi...sabka kya haal hoga jab unhey pata chalega tumharey saath kya hua hai! Kya kahunga main unsey?
It was almost evening, Kripa's dad would call again! What would he tell them? What new excuse would he make now?
As if on cue, the phone rang right that moment. Zaib sprang up and rushed to the living room to take the call.
It was Kripa's dad again: Angad Beta, Kripa uth gayi? Ab zara baat kara do ussey...
Zaib hesitated, tense, nervous: Nahin Papa, wo...wo abhi so rahi hai...
Kya hua usey? Sab theek toh hai na? Kripa theek toh hai naa? Suryabhan suspected something amiss.
Zaib gulped and drew a deep breath, he couldn't tell them the whole truth but he couldn't hide Kripa's condition from her parents anymore.
Papa... Kripa thodi si beemar hai (what an understatement, he thought)
Kyun? Kya hua Kripa ko? The concerned father panicked at once.
Zaib tried to break the news gently, minimizing the seriousness: Actually... Usey bukhaar hua hai. Yahan barf gir rahi thi, hum dono zara baahar ghoomney gaye the, usey zukhaam ho gaya hai, humein aadat nahin hai aisi sardi ka ...yahan ka mausam kaafi kharab hai...
Bukhaar? Yeh toh serious maamla hai, usey doctor ke paas le gaye the? Kripa's dad demanded impatiently.
Haan Papa, doctor dikhaya hai, davaa lekar so rahi hai ab, doctor ne kaha usey aaram ki zaroorat hai...
He could hear his in-laws talking on the other side, Gayatri worrying, fretting loudly, wanting to know more about her daughter's condition.
Zaib tried to sound reassuring: Papa, Mummy jee se kahiye, Kripa jaldi theek ho jayegi. Buss climate change ki vajeh se bukhaar ho gaya, normal si baat hai (Allah forgive me for lying so much)
Suryabhan sighed: Theek hai, Beta, tum uska khayal rakho aur apna bhi. Aur baahar ghoomney ki koi zaroorat nahin. Jab tak mausam kharab hai tum dono hotel mein hi raho...
Zaroor, Papa, hum apni galti nahin dohrayengey! I will take care of Kripa. Please aap tension mat leejiye, she will be okay, bilkul theek ho jayegi...(Khuda, meri baaton ko sach kar dein, he prayed silently)
After reassuring and soothing his worried in-laws some more, Zaib hung up with a sigh.
Just then his mobile rang again. It was Shabbir, also asking about Kripa.
Zaib had a resigned tone: Kripa ki haalat aagey se behtar hai, lekin usey abhi tak hosh nahin aaya...par uska pulse, temperature, BP sab stable hain.
Shabbir was silent for a moment, then spoke: Zaib, tum sach keh rahey ho? Kripa Bhabhi zinda hai naa?
Zaib flared up: Tumhey kya lagta hai? Main usey marney doonga? Kya main itna gair zimmedar hoon? Jab tak mujh mein jaan hai, main Kripa ko kuchh nahin honay doonga!
His fierce tone surprised Shabbir: Nahin yaar, I didn't mean that! I know u will do everything to save her life! Lekin usko ab tak hosh nahin aaya, that is not good...ab kya hoga?
Zaib rubbed his eyes wearily with the back of his hand: Kya hoga? Usey kal hospital shift karengey, wahan uski poori treatment hogi, jab tak usey hosh naa aa jaye, main uska saaya banker saath rahunga! So don't worry...
Shabbir sighed: Meri duayen tum dono ke saath hain! Kripa Bhabhi ko jaldi hosh aa jaye yehi har pal dua karoonga!
Yes, Im sure wo jaldi theek ho jayegi, usey theek hona hi padega! Zaib said forcefully, almost convincing himself!
Zaib went back to the bedroom with a heavy yet hopeful heart. With so many people praying for Kripa's well-being, she had a better chance to recover from her semi-comatose condition.
He resumed his vigil by her bedside, staring at her pale face, wondering if he could do anything to revive her. ANYTHING at all!
Darkness had shrouded the little Swiss town, a light snow fell outside the cabin.
Several more hours had passed, there was no movement from Kripa, except for the rising and falling of her chest, the only sign that she was alive and breathing.
Zaib gripped his chair handles, frowning with tension. It had been more than 24 hrs! She wasn't moving at all, she wasn't waking up! He would have to try something drastic to bring her back to life! What did she love most in her life, apart from Angad and her family...what was her passion? What inspired her? Excited her?
His brows furrowed as he thought hard...suddenly the clouds in his head cleared. A light appeared at the end of the dark tunnel!
MUSIC! OF COURSE! She was a talented, famous singer in her hometown. Zaib had watched her song video on Angad's mobile. She had the voice of a nightingale! She sang so beautifully in that video, that was what made him fall in love with her...he shook his head to clear it of those disturbing thoughts..
YES!...MUSIC might bring her back! He would have to try that! No harm in trying...
He quickly phoned Marcel, the hotel clerk: Do you have a guitar? Any guitar?
Yes, Sir, we have one here in the Lobby...its used for entertaining guests by our local musician..
Can I borrow it? I will pay for its renting...
Of course, Sir, no need to pay, its on the house. Are you a musician, Sir?
Yes, I mean no...Zaib said impatiently, quickly correcting himself. He was supposed to be businessman Angad, not club singer Zaib.
Carl brought over the Spanish guitar, Zaib settled down with the guitar at Kripa's bedside. The medical attendant watched him curiously but didn't comment. Obviously the sick lady's loving husband knew what he was doing...
Zaib handled the guitar lovingly, it had been so long since he had touched one. Ever since he left Hyderabad that fateful day, when he met Angad at Pune airport...music had been missing in his life. Now it was his only hope to bring back Kripa to consciousness.
He strummed and tuned the guitar gently then cleared his voice and started singing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAUSF4_ygJg
Dhundhla Jaayein Jo Manzilein
Ek Pal Ko Tu Nazar Jhuka
Jhuk Jaye Sar Jahan Wahi
Milta Hain Rab Ka Rasta
Teri Kismat Tu Badal De
Rakh Himmat Bus Chal De
Terey saath hi Mere Kadmon Ke Hain Nishan
Tu Na Jaane Aas Pass Hain Khuda
Tu Na Jaane Aas Pass Hain Khuda
Khud Pey Daal Tu Nazar
Halaton Se Haar Kar
Kahan Chala Re
Haath Ki Lakeer Ko
Modhta Marodhta Hai Hosla Re
Toh Khud Tere Khawabon Key Rang Mein
Tu Apne Jahan Ko Bhi Rang De
Ke Chalta Hoon Main Tere Sang Mein
Ho Shaam Bhi Toh Kya
Jab Hoga Andhera
Tab Payega Dar Mera
Uss Dar Pe Phir Hogi Teri Subah
Tu Na Jaane Aas Pass Hain Khuda
Tu Na Jaane Aas Pass Hain Khuda
Zaib continued his melody, looking at Kripa from time to time. From the first notes of the guitar, he noticed her chest was moving up and down more rapidly. She was breathing faster! Then as he sang, he saw her fingers move slightly. He smiled and sang with greater fervor. His magical cure was working! She was responding to music!
He continued with enthusiasm:
Mitt jaate hain sabke nishaan
Bas ek woh mitt ta nahin haye
Maan le jo har mushkil ko marzi meri haye
Ho humsafar na tera jab koi
Tu ho jahan rahunga main wahi
Tujhse kabhi na ik pal bhi main judaa
Tu na jaane aas pass hai khuda,
Tu na jaane aas pass hai khuda..
The more he sang, the more her fingers moved. Then suddenly her face moved a little. Zaib sprang up with excitement and signalled the attendant who quickly took her pulse and smiled: Shes coming through, Sir! Good job!
Zaib grinned, the dark clouds had lifted, his smile was like sunshine. Kripaaa...he said softly, leaning over her.
Her long dark eyelashes fluttered, her eyelids moved a little. Kripa...he called her again, gently, lovingly.
Her eyes opened slowly, two dark pools, pupils dilated from strong medications.
Zaib, overjoyed, called her name again: Kripaaa...
Kripa opened her drowsy eyes. At first, everything seemed hazy, foggy, like she was trapped in a dream! Then her vision cleared a little, focused right above...a smile broke out on her lips, Angad's face was right above her, whispering her name.
An-gad...she said softly, barely a whisper...
Yes, darling, main yahan hoon, tumharey paas...Angad's lips moved, smiled lovingly.
She stared at his lips moving, those lips that had kissed her, declared love to her...her eyes moved up to his eyes...those topaz eyes, glowing with love and concern. Her beloved Angad was here...she must have died and gone to heaven!
She smiled and sighed, closing her eyes...everything was alright now. She was with Angad in heaven!
Zaib panicked at once! Kya hua? Kripaaa...he grabbed her arms and called her urgently. Her eyes remained closed.
He asked the attendant fearfully: What happened? Did she pass out again?
Attendant checked her pulse and breathing pattern: Don't worry, shes just sleeping from the sedatives. Shes conscious, but sleeping. Congratulations, Sir, I think your wife is back...he grinned and shook Zaib's hand.
Zaib felt such a wave of relief wash through him, he collapsed in the chair. Shukr hai Khuda ka, Kripa wapas aa gayi, maut ke mooh se wapas le aaya usey main...
Things started returning to normal during the next few hours. Kripa was breathing normally, sleeping soundly. She was still getting sustenance from the IV drip, monitor was showing regular heartbeats.
Zaib freshened up, had dinner and slept on a couch in the bedroom. After 2 sleepless nights, he finally rested in comparative peace.
The next morning, the Attendant called Dr. Zimmer and reported Kripa's health updates. Zimmer gave her a clean chit, she was out of danger. The attendant took off Kripa's IV, gave Zaib the medications she would take, and also instructions on her diet and baths. Zaib listened carefully, brooding, worrying deep inside! How would Kripa react when she finally came to her senses???
His fears were not unfounded.
A few hours later, Kripa came to full consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked around the room with a frown. Where was she? The log cabin with its rustic dcor confused her.
She sat up slowly, weak and wobbly from her illness. Her dazed eyes scanned the room again. This was not her bedroom in Mahabaleshwar? It wasn't Angad's room...ANGAD!!! WHERE WAS ANGAD?
Suddenly everything came rushing through her head like a freight train on its way to disaster! ANGAD! ACCIDENT! DEAD!!
She cried loudly, a long wailing sound of grief and despair, like an animal in pain! ANGAAAD...
Zaib rushed towards her in panic! Kripa was back into full consciousness, she remembered everything!
KRIPAA!...he watched her with deep anxiety as she rocked back and forth with grief and wailed continuously. Twin rivers streamed down her pale cheeks. Her eyes were blinded, flooded with tears. He couldn't stand much more of it!
"KRIPA!" ZAib went near and called her name urgently, Please Kripa, calm down! Tum abhi abhi beemari se uthi ho, phir se bukhaar aa jayega! Please, shaant ho jaao!
She looked up at him angrily, her tear ravaged face tore into his soul. She recognized who he was now, inspite of his brown contact lenses!
Her eyes spat fire at him: TUMNEY KYUN MUJHEY BACHAYA? MUJHEY MARNEY KYUN NAHIN DIYA? MUJHEY ANGAD KE PAAS JAANA THA...KYUN BACHAYA MUJHEY, BATAO! KYUUUNNN? She screamed with fury, venting out all her heartbreak on him!
Her accusing words pierced his heart like burning arrows. His temper flared, he had saved her life with such hardship and now she was asking him why he saved her life?
KYUN BACHAYA TUMHEY? He yelled back at her, KYUNKI TUMHEY JEENA PADEGA! YES! ANGAD MAR CHUKA HAI, BUT YOU HAVE TO LIVE! JAANNA CHAHTI HO KYUN? KYUNKI TUM SIRF ANGAD KI NAHIN! TUM APNEY MAA BAAP KI EKLAUTI AULAAD HO, APNI DADI KE AANKHON KA SAPNA HO! YOU HAVE TO LIVE FOR THEM! TUM ITNI KHUDGARZ KAISEY HO GAYI? ANGAD KE PYAR MEIN APNEY MAA BAAP DADI SABKO BHOOL GAYI? WO SAB TUMHAREY BAGHAIR JEE PAYENGEY? AGAR TUM MAR GAYI TOH UNKA KYA HOGA?
Kripa was stunned! His words sank into her devastated heart, bit by bit. She sat there like a statue, remembering her parents' loving faces, her Dadi in the wheelchair...she started crying again...this time it was silent tears rolling down her face.
Zaib knew he had hit the mark. But he wanted to make sure she wouldn't try to kill herself again.
He had to be cruel to be kind!
He marched to the bedroom door and opened it wide: Tum MARNA chahti ho naa? THEN GO! DARWAZA KHULA HAI! GO!
Kripa stared at him in shock.
He continued with his emotional torture: KYA HUA? JAAO BAAHAR AUR KHATAM KAR DO APNEY AAP KO! TUMHARA GHAM HI SABSEY IMPORTANT HAI NAA TUMHAREY LIYE? BAAKI SAB JO TUMSEY PYAAR KARTEY HAIN UNKA TOH KOI IMPORTANCE HI NAHIN! GO KILL YOURSELF...JAAO BAAHAR AUR PHIR SE LEIT JAAO BARF MEIN! MAIN TUMHEY BACHANEY NAHIN AUNGA ISS BAAR! KYUNKI MUJHEY JAANA HOGA KAHIN AUR...4 LOGON KE JANAZEY (Funeral) KA INTEZAAM KARNEY! TUMHARA, AUR TUMHAREY PARIVAAR KE 3 AUR LOGON KA...MAA, PAPA AUR DADI...SABKEY ANTIM SANSKAAR JO KARNEY PADENGEY MUJHEY...UNKA KOI AUR TOH HAI NAHIN ISS DUNIYA MEIN!
Kripa stared at him in stunned silence! Images of her Dadi, frail and helpless, wheelchair bound, flashed before her eyes! Dadi...she whispered in pain...Dadi definitely would not survive if she knew the truth about Angad! She would die of shock...right away!
Zaib pressed on with his cruel attack on her sensibilities: TUM KHUD MARNA CHAHTI HO TOH THEEK HAI LEKIN YAAD RAKHNA TUMHAREY SAATH TUM 3 AUR LOGON KO BHI MAUT KE MOOH MEIN DHAKEL RAHI HO! JO TUMHAREY BAGHAIR JEE NAHIN SAKTEY! JO TUMSEY BEHADD PYAR KARTEY HAIN! ANGAD NE APNI JAAN NAHIN LEE THI...WO JEENA CHAHTA THA, TUMHAREY SAATH, LEKIN USEY KISINEY MAAR DALA... AB TUM BHI KAYARON KI TARAH APNI JAAN DE DOGI TOH WO KHOONI APNI CHAAL MEIN KAAMYAB HO JAYEGA! KYA TUM YAHI CHAHTI HO?
Silent tears of realization were rolling down her cheeks, she shook her head and looked up at him, mutely begging him to stop berating her!
He relented then, his eyes softened with love, she had suffered enough! She had just recovered from trauma and serious illness...Zaib turned away with a lump in his throat. Hurting her was more painful to him than she would ever know! But he had to do it! To stop her from going on a path of self destruction, he had to speak the brutal truths! He took deep breaths, a pulse throbbed in his throat from his own emotional outburst! It was so hard to be so cruel to her...
He turned around after a few moments. Kripa had wiped off her tears and was staring dry-eyed at the wall...lost in her thoughts. He guessed she was thinking about her family back in India.
He walked towards her slowly. When he reached the bed, he straightened her pillows and made them upright.
She looked at him mutely. He signaled her to lean on the pillows and rest. She obeyed his silent instructions. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
He said to her very gently: Tum aaram karo, Main tumharey liye soup order karta hoon.
Kripa didn't reply. Zaib went to the living room and called Marcel and ordered a bowl of hot vegetable soup.
When room service brought the soup, Zaib pulled a chair by her bedside and sat down. He took the soup bowl in one hand, scooped a spoonful with his other hand and held it out to her solemnly : Kripa, yeh soup pee lo...
She opened her eyes, looked at him tragically, then turned her face away.
Zaib asked her in a grim tone: Tumhey jeena hai ke nahin?
She looked at him again with a glum face. Then she opened her mouth unwillingly. He fed her the spoonful, then another.
He started talking to her normally then in a casual tone: Yeh soup khatam kar lo, tumhey taaqat ki zaroorat hai. Iskey baad hum tumharey Papa ko call karengey. Wo sab tumharey liye bahut pareshan hain!
Kripa asked him with sudden panic : Tumney unhey sab bata diya?
He gave her a sardonic look: Pagal ho kya? Mainey buss yahi kaha ke tumhey zukhaam hua hai, hum snowfall mein ghoomney gaye the, buss tumhey bukhaar ho gaya! Lekin phir bhi, they are worried! Maa baap hain naa...apney aulaad ki fikr toh hogi, itni door ho tum videsh mein...uspar beemar ho...
Her eyes clouded over with concern for her parents. He quickly applied balm on her worries: Chalo, soup pee lo jaldi se, tumharey mama-papa ko call karna hai...wo tumsey baat karney ke liye bechain hain!
That worked like magic! Kripa swallowed the soup in big gulps and finished it in a great hurry.
Zaib smiled inside. She was like an innocent child, he could handle her quite easily, he knew how to push her buttons!
He put the empty bowl aside, offered her a napkin to wipe her mouth.
Then he took out his mobile and paused. He warned her in clear terms : Kripa, be careful! Ek baat yaad rakhna, unsey baatein kartey waqt unhey koi shaq nahin hona chahiye ke tumpar kya beeti hai ... Samjhi?
Kripa nodded, pale faced and wide-eyed. Zaib called Sharma Nivas.
Kripa's father picked up the call and rightaway asked about his daughter.
Zaib reassured him, Papa, ab Kripa bilkul theek hai, yeh leejiye aap khud baat keejiye...
He handed over the mobile to Kripa who took it with nervous, shaking hands. He warned her with his eyes to be careful and then smiled and fisted his hand, telling her to "be strong"!
Kripa cleared her throat and talked to her dad: Papa, main ab theek hoon...haan...aap sab meri fikr mat keejiye! Haan, ab bukhar utar gaya, doctor ne kaha ab main bilkul theek hoon...Kaun? An-gad?
Kripa paused for a moment, her lips quivered in a silent sob. Zaib grabbed her arm and pressed it in urgent warning.
She looked at him and forced back her tears. Papa...her voice broke slightly: Angad bhi theek hai, usney mera bahut khayal rakha, meri kitni dekhbhaal kee hai. Meri awaaz ko kya hua? Haan, wo...mujhey zukhaam hai naa isliye thodi galey mein kharash hai, ek do din mein wo bhi theek ho jayegi...doctor ne kaha hai. Mumma? Haan mumma ko phone deejiye...
Kripa repeated her reassurances and reports of well-being to her worried mother, then talked to her Dadi as well. She got a little emotional while talking to Dadi...she told Dadi she missed her ...Dadi told her to be careful and not to go out in the snow, but stay indoors and enjoy her honeymoon. Wicked Dadi...
Zaib sat close to her, watching her carefully, slightly tensed, wary of Kripa making a mistake in her present state of emotions. It was a precarious situation. But the phone call went smoothly and after 20 minutes of repeated assurances and exchanges of affection from both sides, Kripa hung up.
She was silent for a moment, then started crying again. She sobbed softly.
Zaib didn't admonish her this time, he quietly offered her some tissues from the bedside table. It had been a very difficult test for her, pretending that everything was alright, everything was normal, that she was enjoying her honeymoon with Angad...whereas the truth was too shockingly tragic to even comprehend.
Zaib got up and switched on all the lights. It was getting dark...he went to the windows and looked out at the Swiss valley lighting up with twinkling lights. It was snowing lightly outside. He sighed deeply and drew the curtains.
He turned towards Kripa propped on the bed. She had stopped sobbing. She looked up at him and said, Main fresh hona chahti hoon...
Zaib nodded and went to the bed, held out a hand to her. She hesitated for a second, then placed her dainty hand in his broad one. She got up from the bed with his support, she was too weak and wobbly. She swayed as she stood up and almost fell down.
Zaib scooped her up in his arms at once. She gasped weakly and protested, Main khud jaa sakti hoon.
He glared at her, his eyes blazing, she fell silent at once. He was too dominating and she couldn't struggle with him, actually she felt as weak as a kitten.
He carried her with long strides to the bathroom and put her down gently near the shower area. Kripa grabbed the shower door for support.
He handed her a bath towel and bathrobe. He turned on the shower to the required heat setting.
Then he instructed her like a strict parent: Zyada nahana mat, doctor ne manaa kiya hai! Main darwazey ke baahar hoon, dus minute mein baahar aa jaana, nahin toh main andar aa jaunga. Aur haan, darwaza andar se band mat kar dena...agar tum bathroom mein behosh ho gayi toh main tumhey help nahin kar sakunga! Samjhi?
Kripa looked a little grumpy, why was he treating her like a little kid? But she didn't argue and nodded. Zaib went out and closed the bathroom door.
Kripa slipped off her nightgown, stepped under the warm jet of water and shivered a little with weakness. But the warm water revived her in no time! She soaped herself and showered with great relief. It felt so nice to be clean after God knows how many days and nights!
She had forgotten to ask Zaib how long she had been unconscious in a feverish state.
She felt a little dizzy but gripped the shower rod on the wall to steady herself...she didn't want to faint in the bathroom... then Zaib would find her in this naked state!!
She turned red as she suddenly realized who had changed her into that nightgown in the first place. She felt very angry at first that he had seen her naked...but then she shrugged it off!
After everything he had done for her, how could she fault him for changing her icy wet clothes? After all, he had saved her life! ONCE AGAIN!
Kripa completed her toiletries and wrapped the fluffy white bathrobe around herself. She stepped out of the shower and slowly walked to the door and opened it. Zaib was standing right outside like a guard on duty! She was slightly amused. He looked at her anxiously, to see if she was alright...he slowly scanned her freshly bathed form, then his eyes darkened to a forest green.
Kripa didn't realize how pretty she looked, even in that frail condition! Wet strands of dark hair clung to her face and neck...drops of water still caressed her cheeks and forehead as she wiped slowly with a towel.
Zaib gulped down the sudden constriction in his throat. His pulse quickened. He looked away and held out a fresh nightgown towards her. His voice was hoarse as he told her, Yeh pehen lo, tum bedroom mein hi change kar lo, main zara baahar jaa raha hoon!
He walked out of the chalet leaving Kripa to change in the bedroom.
He stood outside in the cold night, gulping in the fresh crisp air, shaking his head to clear the sensuous image of a freshly bathed Kripa. The cold night air cooled down the ardor in his heated body. He was getting used to this now, this constant attraction and resistance to his beautiful wife, who did not belong to him yet.
His stomach suddenly rumbled and Zaib realized he hadn't eaten anything for hours in the tension of trying to revive Kripa. He called the Hotel dining service and ordered dinner for himself and Kripa.
It was later at night. Zaib and Kripa had finished their dinner. Kripa barely ate anything but Zaib urged her to have a few spoons just to regain her strength and give her energy. He gave her the meds prescribed by Dr. Zimmer after the meal.
It was bedtime, Zaib changed into his night suit, he took a pillow and thick blanket from the bed and turned to go sleep on the living room couch.
ZAIB! She called him. He turned back in astonishment. She looked down shyly, then glanced up and met his questioning eyes: Zaib, tum yahin bed per so jaao...
He looked surprised yet pleased, but asked: Are you sure?
Kripa nodded and looked directly into his quizzical eyes to show her faith in him: Haan, Im sure, mujhey tumpar poora bharosa hai...aur tumhey baahar couch per takleef leney ki zaroorat nahin! Tum yahin bed per so jao...main beech mein takiya rakh deti hoon!
Zaib remembered their similar nights at Khanna House and hid a smile. He marched back to the bed nonchalantly and flopped down after throwing the pillow in place.
He stifled a yawn and muttered Good Night! He turned away from her and closed his eyes, feigning sleep. His heart was full of warmth and relief that Kripa was slowly returning to normal ...that she was accepting his presence in her life!
Behind his broad back, he felt Kripa place a pillow between them and lie down.
He smirked and thought to himself: Kripa, tum maano ya naa maano, main tumhara shohar hoon, tum meri biwi ho...hum dono ab ek doosrey se jud gaye hain. Main hamesha tumhari hifaazat karunga, har haal mein tumhara saath nibhaunga! Tumhey wo saara pyar, wo saari khushiyan doonga jo tum Angad se ummeed karti thi ! I love you, Kripa! Aur mujhey yakeen hai, kisi naa kisi din tum bhi mujhko chahney lagogi. Apney pyar ki taaqat se ek din main bhi tumhara dil jeet lunga. Yeh mera tumsey... aur khud se vaada hai!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Rb1C2ePNtc
Meri kismat ke har ek
panne pe
Mere jeete ji baad marne ke
Mere har ik kal har ik lamhe me
Tu likh de mera usey
Har kahaani me saare qisson me
Dil ki duniya ke sacche rishton me
Zindagani ke saare hisso mein
Tu likh de mera usey
Aye Khuda aye Khuda jab bana uska hi bana
Aye Khuda aye Khuda jab bana uska hi bana
Uska hoon uss me hoon uss se hoon
Usi ka rehne de
Main toh pyaasa hoon hai
Dariya woh zariya woh jeene ka mere
Mujhe ghar de gali de shehar de
Usi ke naam ke
Kadam ye chale ya ruke ab usi ke vaaste
Dil mujhe de agar dard de uska par
Uski ho woh hasin goonje jo mera ghar
Aye Khuda aye Khuda jab bana uska hi bana
Aye Khuda aye Khuda jab bana uska hi bana
(Aye Khuda, jab banaa uska hi banaa) 1920 Evil Returns
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Pallavi