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Posted: 17 years ago

#11

PART 10

--Hemu...darwaza khol...plssss..Hemu....Haimanti was pleading intensely standing just outside Hema's room....
--Hemu..plsssss.....main Haimi...mujhe to ane de......
Rajjo too came running there..& said--phul didi...ye kya ho gayi? aab chhor didi to.....
Haimanti gave her a mild rebuff & said--hey..tu ja...Bunty Monty ke room ke peeche ke darwaza se...terrace balcony me...waha se..dekh...andar ...Rajjo was going but Haimanti stopped her & said--achchha ..thik hain..tu yaha pe khari ho ja...main dekhti hun......Haimanti straight went to Bunty & Monty's room & from there she went to terrace balcony...the balcony door of Hema's room was opened..& through that Haimanti entered into Hema's room....& saw Hema....crying her heart out into her pillow.....continuous weeping made her weak & she was even unable to....let her voice out...
Haimanti ran to Hema & started to pat lovingly over her straggling hairs....but she was speechless..& utterly shocked..she couldn't find any word to console her......Hema clenched Haimanti's hand tightly & continued to sob with febrile excitement....suddenly she got up & tried to yell---Dayaaaaaa....Dayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..............& again burst into a loud wail........the door was being tapped continuously & now Haimanti opened the door....Rajjo & Mrs.Priyadarshini Singhania entered being extremely worried &.....perturbed....Mrs.Singhania came to her daughter & embraced her with every drop of love within her....she was getting emotional...& said with shuddering voice--nehi ma.....kya taqleef ho raha hain tujhe? bol....main...main....rahat dilaungi.....tujhe......
Hema was yelling....torning apart her heart & trying to say with much difficulty--ma....ma...Daya.....uske....pass........woh........khun...se......san....gaya......she was gasping for breath...Mrs.Singhania..was trying to lull her little daughter with all her effort...& then she suddenly whispered--ja ma....tu ja....uske pass.....Haimanti & Rajjo was surprised...Hema was still sobbing in the lap of her mother...now Mrs.Singhania gave a jerk to her daughter & said with a bit excitement--ja..Hemu...ja uske pass....Hema got off...& started to run towards the main gate.....but....in the drawing room ....all singhania brothers with Sid..& even bahus were discussing about the happenings .....just infront of the gate..Sid snatched Hema's hand & said--hey..kaha ja rahi hain tu? woh bhi itni raat me? Mr.Hrishiraj Singhania & Mrs.Maithili Singhania too came into her....& with smiling face the told--ha Hema...ab..to ye larke ki tarha ghumna pherna band kar....itne achchha rishta laye hain Sid ne.....teri to zindegi hi ban gayi.....
---Sid...use jane de...they all stared at the upstairs & saw Mrs.Priyadarshini Singhania was standing there with her veil....
Hema now wailed out in pain & anger--ye.....tumlogo ne...achchha nehi kiya mere Daya ke sath......achchha nehi kiya.....
Sid was furious--mom..ye Daaya se milne ja rahi hain??? aur tum keh rahi ho ke main jaane du? how disgusting..momma.....aab woh...Rakesh ki.....
---use jaane de...Sid....tujhe meri kasam use jaane de....the voice was much more rough & firm this time.....
Sid very reluctantly left Hema's hand.....& then burst into anger & dejection--mom..what's this????? mom..tumhe ye rishta pasand nehi ayi? kyu mom? ...
Mrs.Singhania wasn't speaking anything ..but slowly one by one step she was coming into downstairs...
Sid continued to shriek---mom..come on...Rakesh is an enterpreneur....sirf chaubis saal ke umru me...woh kya nehi kar dikhaya? he has his own residence at San-fransisco....bari gari..bank balance..kya nehi hain use? apne ma baap ka ek lauta beta....dikhne me achchha hain...aur....tum bhi to pehchan ti ho na use...woh...Ritesh uncle ka beta hain.....
meanwhile Mrs.Priya Singhania reached just infront of Sid..& was gazing at her own son..minutely....
Sid said quite helplessly--mom...Rakesh ek bohot achchha larka hain...he is such a nice guy....bilkul...Singhania's ke damad ban ne ka layek hain woh....
now Mrs.Maithili Singhania..tried to support Sid--ha...priya,sidhu to bilkul thik hi keh raha hain....Hema aur Rakesh ka jodi ..bohot achchha lagega dikhne me....
Mrs.Priya Singhania suddenly slapped her son & said with calm voice---tumhe hazar baar sochna chaiye tha..ye karne se..pehle..sabse bari baat ye hain..ke bina...mujhe ya pher tumhare papa ko puchhe..tumhe ye bhare logo ke samne batane ki himmat kaise huyi ? ha?
Sid was totally befuddled...& repressed anger was flaming within him....now he shrieked out--come on..mom..ab tum ye maat bolna ke Chhoti..us stupid...gadhe..Daya ko shaadi karegi...aur..tum log...khare hokar dekhoge....
Mrs.Priya Singhania said firmly--Sid....tumhe Hema ko lekar pareshan hone ki koyi bhi zarurat nehi hain...hum abhi zinda hain samjhe tum? uski bhala bura hum samjhenge....
now Mr.Pururaj Singhania came there & asked--kya baat hain?
Sid was totally mad in anger ..he kept griping about--papa...aab..tum hi kuchh karo....mom to Hema ko Daya ke pass bhej diya....papa..tum pls kuchh karo..kaha Rakesh aur kaha Daya...
Maithili Singhania: ha ..bilkul sahi....samundar se kuye ka barabari? ...
Hrishiraj: ha bhaiya...aapko Hema ko rokna chaiye....dekhiye...main manta hu....ke....Sid ne ye josh me akar..kar liya hain.....lekin......ye to hume man na parega ke larka wake hi achchha hain.....
now Kaushalraj Singhania came there & said--ha...puru...mujhe to lagta hain...ke...jaldbazi se...jo ho gaya hain....usse...sabka hi bhala hoga...shayad bhagwan ka yehi ichchha hain....
Miathili Singhania was smirking & now said with enthusiasm--ha..pher...ek talwar ke khap me...do do talwar reh nehi sakti hain....jis sasural se meri Mitu khush nehi hain...usi ghar me...hum hamari dusri beti ko kyu bheje?
Mrs.Priya Singhania was feeling helpless ..infront of so many...opposition..still she was trying...she said her husband--suniye,....mujhe aapse kuchh baat karna tha....uske baad..
Mr.Pururaj Singhania...went towards the main gate & said--philhaal mujhe waha se...Hema ko leke ana hain....baad me baat kar lenge.....

[Deepa Villa] [11.30p.m]

As Hema entered there...& ambling slowly on the gravelled path..a blow of cold breeze .....blown away..her straggling hairs away....& dried flowers started to drizzle upon her......she got an aroma....& gazed at the upstairs...but all lights were off there ....her lips started to quiver...to even think..the torment Daya had to bear just few hours ago......her legs couldn't step forward..in an unknown ...anxiety..& scare...the scare..to lose...him....what she felt nearly one year ago....when Daya hadn't confessed his love....she entered into the hall...& tried to peep out through the door of the study room. Neetji..was sitting there....keeping his two hands upon his head...& was musing about something very deeply....Hema just scooted to Neeji & clung to his chest she busrt into tears.....
Neetji was surprised...to see...this chirpy,vivacious little daughter of him..in so late at night...he held her...gently & asked--kya baat hain...beti...tu? itni raat me? ro kyu rahi hain..mere guriya?
Hema was blubbering more to get the affection from Neetji.....she muttered in drenched voice--keh do na duniya ko......Neetji took Hema's face within his palms & asked--kya keh du ma?
--ke main...tumhari beti hun.....sirf tumhariiii......she again burst into a loud wail....Neetji was trying to subdue her vehement emotions....& he said---wo....sasural chali jayegi...isliye...itna....dard ho raha hain tujhe? ha? achchha thik hain.....apne sasural pe....mujhe leke..jana....ha...jayegi na is buddhe ko leke?
Hema was crying more & said---nehiii..main sirf tumhari beti hun....main tumhe chhorke kahi bhi nehi jaungiii.....
Neetji's eyes moistened with tears...the more he was trying to be normal...but...he just couldn't.....Hema said again in tremulous voice--Daya kaha hain uncle?
Neetji said gently--apne kamre me hoga...
Hema continued--mujhe ekbaar milna tha....main jau?
Neetji couldn't resist his smile even within intense pain..he smiled & said--ajkal..meri beti....mere permission lekar...sab kuchh kar rahi hain...he lovingly patted Hema's hairs & said--ja...

Hema went into Daya's room....& tapped the door as she recalled the words of Daya--tumhe sharm nehi ate hain? anjan larke ke ghar me koyi aise ghuste hain?
but noone answered...now Hema enetered & straight went to the terrace-balcony...Daya was riveted there....like a stone.......Hema just scooted to Daya....& seized him from the rear...Daya slowly turned back & stared at Hema with the eyes full of love...& care......but Hema's eyes were wandering through Daya's..with stark.....fidgety...eyes brimmed with tears..& Daya wiped it off gently...Hema took Daya's hand...& kissed it...with sheer craving...& finally she muttered--itni pyar se mujhe...maat dekho Daya......maro mujhe....dard..do.....jitna dard aaj main tumhe diya........Daya smiled with pure serenity & said--nehi Hem.....tumne..mujhe....koyi dard nehi diya....tum mujhe..dard de hi nehi sakti ho.....
Hema reposed herself upon Daya's chest...& whispered---main tumhari hun..Daya..sirf tumhari...mujhe tumse koyi nehi chhin sakte hain.....tumhare liye......main sabke....sabke khilaff .....ja sakti hun.....
Daya cupped Hema's chin within his palms...& said--aisa nehi kehti hain Hem...
Hema said with impassioned voice--to kya? kya main shaadi karungi us Rakesh ko? kabhi nehi..main bhag ke chali ayungi.....tumhare pass.... Daya dabbed at Hema's hairs with full of affection & said--aise nehi kehte hain Hem...woh log tumhari gharwale hain....aur....apne gharwalo ko...dukh dekar...kya tum ....khush ho payogi???
Hema was shuddering in restlessness...she said--lekin Daya....main tumhe chhorke..kaise rahungi.....I can't Daya.....
Daya again cupped her chin...& said very gently---Hem....jin logo ne tumhe.....itna bara kiya......jin logo ke pyar se...aaj tum....yaha pe..ho....aur....maine....he became ruminative & continued--maine..mere Hema ko.....paya....main..un logo se...tumhe..kaise chhin sakta hun..Hem?

Meanwhile Pururajji reached there & as he entered into Neetji's study room..he saw him to wipe his eyes off.....Neetji welcomed him & asked to take a seat...Pururaj ji was a little embarrassed....infront of Neetji....he said with much modesty--Neetji....Hema ...shayad yaha pe.....
Neetji answered--ha...woh..ayi hain....
An unbearable silence was reighning through the room ...finally Pururaj ji spoke out--Neetji....Hema ke liye...ek bohot achchha rishta agaye.....aur....
mujhe maloom hain...ke is khabar me.....aap bohot khush honge.......kyuki....
Neetji smiled & after a sigh he said--ha Puruji...main bohot khush hun......apne bachho ka khushi me.....kisko...khushi nehi hota hain....? though he was trying hard..but couldnt resist tears to drench his eyes..his voice too choked a couple of times.....
Pururaj ji..lowered his eyes & after sometimes he again said---apse mujhe yehi ummed tha..Neetji.....kyuki..mujhe maloom hain ke......aap....Hemu ko.....bohot pyar karte hain.....
Neetji couldn't control himself...with a choked voice he told--haa......jee to karta tha......ke...use....rakhlu...apne ghar me.....par....he tried to control himself & then said again--uske liye....mere ashirbaad hamesha rahega..Puruji....
Pururaj ji too wasn't feeling well...he was totally embarrassed..& now to hide this he asked--Hema kaha hain?
Neetji asked for maids but no one answered..as that was almost midnight..& everybody went to sleep....now Pururaj ji asked--kya main upar me ja sakta hun?
Neetji though didn't want that but he had no option..& besides that Pururaj ji was their relative..the uncle of Mitali...so he said with a mild smile--ha thik hain...aap jaiye....Pururaj ji came into Daya's room....& from there...he saw his daughter Hema with Daya in the terrace balcony....Hema was probably saying something very intensely to Daya...they shouldn't be so intimate any more...Puruji stepped ahead to call his daughter..& as he reached at the balcony door he could hear their words.....--Hem.....kya pyar itna swarthi hote hain? ...kya pyar sirf..apna khushi..aur apna dukh hi mehsus kar sakte hain?.......nehi Hem....pyar hume...dusro ke liye..jeena sikhate hain.....aur..woh log to tumhare gharwale hain.......
Hema was desperate--main itna nehi janti hun Daya...sirf itna janti hun...ke tumhare bagair main .....kuchh bhi nehi hun...
Daya again held her lovingly & said---Hem....jin logo ne ...tumhe ...is duniya ko...mehsus karte...sikhaya.....jin logo se....tumhe.....ye mehsus huya....ke pyar kya hain......jin logo ke..waja se....aaj hum...apne pair me khare hoke...ye keh rehey hain...ke hume pyar hain.....unlogo ko..thukrake.....dard pauchake.....tum khush rahogi? ........reh nehi payogi..Hem....
Hema was gazing at Daya vacantly now...Daya continued though with a calm & tranquil voice---baro ke..ashirbaad ke bina....naye zindegi ke..shuruyat karke.....hum kabhi khush nehi honge...Hem....
Hema couldn't say anything..only stared at Daya with a vacant gaze....Daya continued--pyar shabd bohot bara hain..Hem.....pyar ka ek arth...intezaar bhi hain.....
--intezaar?? kitne dino ka intezaar Daya?
Daya's voice trembled probably for the first time--shayad.....ek janam ka.....
tears were falling from Hema's eyes...like rain.....
Daya's eyes were too brimming with tears...everything was being hazy infront of him...he roughly wiped it.....his voice was wavered with emotion---humne pyar kiya hain Hem.....pyar kya hota hain..ye bhi jana hain....isliye..to....ek ma se ..ek peeta se.....unki beti ko...chhinte huye....dil kapkar uth te hain Hem....ek...bhai se...ek behn..se....tumhe..chhinte huye....sharm me sar jhuk jate hain....kyuki....woh log bhi tumhe pyar karte hain..Hem......
Hema now burst into tears & said--to kya....hum...kabhi nehi milenge?
Daya closed his eyes...& took Hema within his arms......caressed gently over her forehead & said---agar bhagwan chahte hain...to zarur milenge...Hem....kisi na kisi din...kahee na kahee....is janam me..ya pher...aur kisi janam me.....par....bhagke nehi....chori chhupke...nehi...sabka....dil ki duya se......Hema was crying her heart out within the arms of Daya....Daya gently moped her tears off & said--chalo..bohot raat ho gaya hain.....sab tumhare liye sochenge....Hema couldn't want to be disengaged from Daya...but as they turned they saw Mr.Pururaj Singhania was standing at the door,Daya wiped his tears off & took Hema infront of him & said--sorry uncle....bohot raat ho chuka hain.....main...use......chhorke...hi....anewala tha......
Pururajji was totally amazed..he couldn't find what he should say....he only held one hand of Hema...& gently pulled her away.....her other hand was clenched by..Daya....slowly....the two hands went apart.....Hema...gazed at Daya till the last moment...from where she could.....& Daya stared at the sky....said trying to repress the storm inside---maine thik kiya na ma?....bhagwan kare....woh.........mujhe......jaldi.......bhul....paye.....

[To be continued]

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@suchi_dev2006

Voyager

Posted: 17 years ago

#12

PART 11

[Next Day] [Singhania House] [9.30A.M]
Mr.Pururaj Singhania was getting ready to go to office,everyday at that time

his doting daughter comes for just once ..but today she didn't come...Puruji

was a bit worried..& disturbed..he was about to go..but before that Mrs.Priya

Singhania entered into the room...& gave his coat to him...
Puruji asked her--Hemu kaha hain? mera coat to har roz wohi deti haina...
Priyaji didn't answer...& Puruji again asked--uski tabiyat to thik haina?
Priyaji smiled ruefully & said slyly---tabiyat ka kya kasoor hain....
Puruji sighed in distress & said--dekho Priya...tum uski ma ho na....apne

beti ko tum nehi samjhaoge..to kaun.....
--kya samjhau main use?...ke Rakesh ko shaadi karke..tujhe...achchha security

milega...bari gari...paise se..bhare rakhenge woh tujhe..yehi samjhau?...she

was excited.....Puruji didn't answer only turned his face away in dejection &

irritation...now priyaji mumbled a little gently---ek aurat kya chahti

hain.....kash..tum log samajh sakte....
Puruji again sighed in irritation & said--Priya plss...ab main office ja raha

hu...ye sab naummed ki bateein kya tumhe abhi karna tha?
Priyaji answered promptly--main kaha karnewali thi? tumne puchha isliye

kaha...jao....jakar dekho....ek hi din me ...tum logone kya haal banaya uski?

jao.....Puruji stared at his wife with vacant gaze...there was a stark pain

within his eyes..but he couldn't say anything....
Priyaji surprised to see her husband like this..& again told---kya huya?

jao...apne akho se..dekho..kitna khush hain woh...
Puruji turned back & straight went towards Hema's room....

Hema was sitting behind the window..staring at the blue vast sky.....white

pieces of cloudlets were sailing through the indigo sky....& some birds were

flying..sooooo high...within the sky....Staring upon the vast sky....Hema

started to lose herself....kya hain un megho ke us par? kaunsa duniya

hain?..kayi aisa duniya hain....jaha par koyi bandhan na ho.....aur jaha sirf

pyar hi pyar ho...nafrat shabd hi kisiko maloom na ho....kya waha aise duniya

hain...jaha sirf milan hi milan..ho....bichad ne ka gham ...kisiko....pata hi

na ho.....ur jaane ki man karta hain....un safed...megho ke

andar...jaha....koyi na..mere....danayo ko...kat sake......jaha.....kisike

akho me ...asu na ho....aur....jaha...muskan se din shuru ho....aur muskan se

hi....
--Hemu....Puruji called his daughter....but she didn't answer....now Puruji

kept his hand over her head....& patted her tousled hairs.....Hema was silent

as before....Puruji again called---Hemu...now Hema was awakened by her

father's voice....she looked at him & smiled..though the smile couldn't hide

the extreme anguish she was bearing....& said very slowly with low

voice--papa...
Puruji startled to see Hema.....her straying careless hairs were fluttering

in the air....deep black streak under her eyes....puffy swollen eyes....&

dried tears over her cheeks....her face pervaded with....a dark gloom...it

seemed to him that every drop of happiness was squeezed out of his little

daughter....his chirpy, perky,vivacious daughter who always used to chatter

in every moments...had become ...like an immovable stone....her lugubrious,

woebegone face was giving him intolerable gyp....with staring eyes he was

only thinking--kaha kho diya main mere woh beti ko? kaha hain uski woh

shararatein..aur natkhatpan?....kaha gayi uski woh khalbali si

bateein...aur...bachpana?....
--kya papa...kuchh kahoge?..Puruji shaked up to hear the feeble voice of

Hema....He patted again Hema's hairs & said--kya huya Hemu...tu thik to haina

ma?
Hema nodded her head silently.....
Puruji said after a pause---aaj jaldi ghar lautunga..aur tujhe jewellery shop

me....le jaunga....tu ...apni sagai ka jewellery..khud pasand karke

dena..thik hain....jaldi jaldi sab kuchh karna haina? udhar...Agarwal saab to

keh rahey hain...ke is mahine me hi...tere sath Rakesh ka sagai ho jaye.....
Hema was silent.....
Puruji tried to perceive what was going on Hema's mind & then he again

said---kya? pasand karegi na? taiyar hoke rehna...main ate hi tujhe

lekar...nikal jaungi..thik hain?
Hema muttered very slowly after a pause---tum kharidke le ana..papa...
Puruji frowned & asked--tu nehi jayegi? to pasand kaun karegi?
Hema again muttered--tum kar lena papa...tumlogo ka pasand hi meri pasand

hain...
Puruji became dejected...he understood that in that way he couldn't make her

happy...still he again tried--achchha thik hain..apni dosto ka list to tujhe

hi banana hain na? ha? mujhe aaj sham ke andar hi woh chaiye....samjhi tu?
Hema leant her head over the grill of the window..& murmured with an elegiac

voice--woh mom de degi papa....
Puruji sighed..in distress...but again tried to cheer her up....he again

said--achchha ....tu sagai se pehle...Rakesh ke sath kuchh baat karna chahti

hain?...kuchh puchhna ya kehna chahti hain tu use?...
Hema now looked at her father with wide eyes...& said with an obsequious

obedience--jo tum log kahoge papa....agar tum log chahte ho....to main...baat

karungi....Puruji's eyes were again & again moistened with tears...this time

he couldn't control it...& without saying a single word he left the room in

haste.....
Hema was riveted at the window..untill Rajjo came & called

her--chhordidi..meri school uniform thora phar gaye hain...pls..tu..ripu kar

degi?
Hema smiled lugubriously & took the uniform from Rajjo..to sew it...Rajjo

said--jaldi kar dena..meri school me der ho jayegi, samjhi?
Hema again smiled lightly & said--achchha...
as she took the needle & the yarn...some past memories were gushing out

infront of her eyes...she closed her eyes..& those words were thundered in

her ears..
---Dayaaaaa......she entered into Daya's room with a bustle..& saw..he was

sewing his shirt button....Hema shrieked --tum abhi taiyar nehi huyee..aaj

meri exam hain na...first period me..maine sochi ke..tum logo ke sath chali

jaungi....
Daya smiled placidly & said--bas ho jayega...darasal ye button nikal gaya

tha...isliye...thik hain safetypin laga lete hain....
Hema again shouted in angry voice--buddhu..safteypin lagake koyi shirt

pehente hain kya?? mere momma bohot gussa karte hain agar main ya Sid kabhi

aisa karu to....aur hume dat dat ke wohi laga deti hain shirt ke buttons..she

started to smile loudly after finishing her words as per her nature...Daya

smiled lightly with a glumness..& slowly took his shirt again to sew the

button.....
Suddenly....& indeed very suddenly...Hema went silent....& looked at

Daya....he was trying to sew with full of concentration ..but with novice

hands...as a result the needle went passed into his finger...Hema hurridly

sucked the blood from his finger...& again looked at him...& reproched

herself again & again...kitni bebquf hu main...kitni insensitive....ye jante

huye bhi ke uska momma nehi hain...maine aise kuchh keh diya...jisse....that

day Hema couldn't sleep all the night....only prayed to the God to scour out

every sorrow she had given him..though unintentionally....but a guilty was

smouldering inside her...& Daya's gloomy face again & again was taking tears

in her eyes..though she was too young then ..to realise what was that....she

was on her tenth standard...
--arrey chhordidi...kya huya? abhi tak huya nehi?....Hema awakened by the

voice of Rajjo & found herself within the pool of tears....she quickly wiped

it & said--abhi ho jayega......

Institute Of Business Management [4p.m]

Daya was in the library..& just about to leave..he returned back the book &

was on the stairs to came downstairs..& suddenly he noticed Somu at the

ground floor...he was surprised to see him there...as he came down Somu

clenched his arms tightly & said--mujhe tujse kuchh baat karna

hain..chal....Daya & somu both came nearer the pool & now Somu

burst--bebquf...ye kya kiya tune? ha?
Daya stared at Somu without saying anything.....
Somu again shouted--Daya...ye kya kar raha hain tu?
Daya now ambled slowly along the gravelled path...& after a pause he said

slowly--kya kiya hain Somu?
Somu was restless---achchha? aab mujhe ye kehna parega? Hema kisi dusre ko

shaadi karke sasural chali jayegi..aur tu aise devdas banke ghumta

rahega?...apna haal dekha hain tune? what's this Daya?
Daya smiled lugubriously & said with low voice---Somu.....maine apne

aapko....samhal liya hain....tu dekh lena....main....
Somu now jerked helding the two shoulder of Daya & said--tu use aise jane

dega? ha? woh tera bachpan ka pyar hain....aur tu uski....
Daya remained silent....but his silence was becoming unbearable for Somu..he

again nudged him.with force---kya woh tere bagair reh sakegi

Daya?...Daya.....woh.....tere pyar me.....is duniya ko bhula sakti hain....he

was becoming excited & again said with shallow breath--tu ja bhai...apna pyar

ko chhinke le aa...
Daya mumbled very slowly--nehi Somu....aisa..ho nehi sakta hain....
Somu said being restless--kyu nehi ho sakta hain bhai? ....main tere sath

rahunga....
Daya nodded his head negetively ....
Somu went very much emotional & said with choked voice---tu use pyar karta

hain na bhai.....kaise rahega tu?
Daya now muttered in low yet calm voice--pyar karta hun......isliye hi

na.....use...chhorke...reh paunga..Somu......he lost in reverie &

continued---pyar kuchh....lene ka nehi.....balki....balki...dene ka naam hain

..somu....his eyes became brightened..yet brimmed with..tears....use....apni

peeta maata se chhinkar......humara pyar...kamiyaab nehi hota Somu.....aur

pher....shayad.....shayad.....ye sach bhi hain.........ke..Rakesh......he

couldn't finish..Somu hugged him & started to cry...& said with drenched

voice---tu kaise..ye taqleef ko......jhel raha hain..bhai????kaise???...Daya

tried to lull his chirpy emotional,kiddish....six month older cousin brother

of him...with his care.... & said after sometimes gently---chal...aaj mera

mandolin ka class hain...tu bhi chal..achchha lagega....Somu wiped his eyes

off & agreed to go with his coddled brother....both went towards the car..&

suddenly someone called --Dayaaa...
As they turned back they saw Mr.Pururaj Singhania was there with his

car....Daya asked Somu to get into the car..& went to Puruji & said

modestly---ha uncle...aap mujhe kuchh keh rahey the?
Puruji was silent initially & after taking a couple of minutes...he

spluttered with very low voice--dekho bete.......mujhe lagta

hain....ke....tum ....yehi chahte ho......ke.....Puruji stopped & looked upon

Daya....& saw Daya was gazing at him...with bated breath.....with his

wide....innocent....eyes...he averted his glance & again

continued---ke.....Hema..khush rahey.....
Daya lowered his eyes & cowered at the ground......
Puruji again said hesitantly---kya....wake..hi tum chahte

ho....ke..woh...khush rahey?
Daya nodded his head slowly......
Puruji a little relieved & said--dekho......shayad...ye ho sakta

hain.......ke.....apne bachpana.....aur ....nadani

se......woh..tumhe...kuchh...keh diya.........par bete...zindegi..ek khel

nehi hain......zindegi....kitna..bara hain......ye.....mehsus karne ki

waqt.......shayad.....tumlogo ko.....abhi tak ..aye nehi.......
Daya cringed at the ground with mute...pain & anguish...
Puruji now continued with a little begging voice---bete..tumse....ek...vinti

tha.....
Daya turned up his face & stared at Puruji with mute astonishment....
Puruji said--dekho...agar tum Hema ka bhala chahte ho......to....usse...aur

kabhi .....milo maat......aur.....baat bhi......maat karo....bete...main...
Daya's eyes filled with tears...he gulped the turbulent emotion within him..&

murmured in an impassioned voice---aise maat kahiye uncle.....agar aap logo

ko...lagte

hain.....ke...Hema...isse.....khush..rahegi.....to........to...main
aisa..hi karunga uncle......
Puruji was surprised ..& at the same time...amazed to see ...Daya....he

couldn't say a single word within a minute....only looked upon him...with..a

being totally enraptured....& then he kept his hand over Daya's ruffled

hairs...& said--khush raho beta...soon he turned back & vanished from his

sight....

Daya turned back slowly & got into the car....torrid emotions were trying to

spout from his eyes as tears...but he gulped it back...& took his

mandolin.....Somu was watching him with extreme worry & he was going to ask

something about Puruji..but before that....Daya started to play the

mandolin......he closed his eyes...& saw a steamy forest...& Hema....with

white salwar...was coming towards him...raising her hand....& was singing..

Paas Aaiye Ki Hum Nahin Aayenge Baar Baar
Baahen Gale Mein Daal Ke Hum Ro Len Zaar Zaar
Daya stopped playing mandolin & stared with awe in his eyes......

Aankhon Se Phir Yeh Pyaar Ki Barsaat Ho Na Ho
Shaayad Phir Is Janam Mein Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho

Daya's face was twitched in pain...but he again started to play the

mandolin.....
Lag Jaa Gale Ki Phir Yeh Haseen Raat Ho Na Ho
Shaayad Phir Is Janam Mein Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho
Lag Jaa Gale Se.........

Daya was playing his heart out..through the mandolin...every

cord..every...tune..was..clinking..clattering & chinking everywhere before

being lost in the nature.....sweat got drenched him profusely....Somu was

scared...he was wailing by his name...but.....Daya was totally oblivious

about the surroundings of him......he went devastated...wan...his fingers

went nearly numb..still....he was playing it...by his heart.....
Somu ordered the driver to go to straight Deepa Villa instead of Music

Institute....

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PART 12

[Seven days later] [Singhania House]

Singhania House was again getting prepared for another sizzling engagement ceremony..but this time for two daughters of this house..Haimanti & Hema...Everyone was busy with the preparation...but...somewhere...something..was tinkling in wrong tune...Mrs.Priya Singhania was busy with a maid to make her understand about a particular food...but just then another maid came into her & said--phul ma...niche..woh bina mai sari leke ayi hain...bari ma..phul didi aur chhor didi ko bula rahi hain.....
Priyaji told her--thik hain..tu niche chiriya ghar me dekh....shayad Haimi waha par hogi...aur Hemu ko main dekhti hu...
The maid had gone..& Priyaji came into her daughter's room with a bit worry...because in the past seven days..Hema wasn't behaving the way she behaved...she lacked energy..interest...& only lay on the bed....staring at the ceiling vacantly....Priyaji was very tensed about her daughter..though she tried for several times to make her husband realise about Hema..but everytime Puruji avoided her..or averted the topic....today as she entered into Hema's room..she saw her, sitting on the fence of the window staring at the sky with apathetic eyes...Priyaji came nearer her...& dabbed at her tousled hairs to say---Hemu....chal..niche teri bari tai bula rahi hain....bina mai jo sari leke ayi hain....pasand karna haina tujhe?
Hema didn't look at her mother...only said slowly--tum rakhlo na mom....
Priyaji was getting perturbed & anxious more & more...now she clenched her hand & said with a bit force--nehi..tere sagai ke sari..tu pasand karegi...chal...chal niche..
Hema smiled ruefully & said--thik hain..tum jao...main aa rahi hu....
Priyaji became stubborn this time--nehi..chal....barna tu nehi jayegi....
Hema again smiled lightly & said--jao na mom..main ja rahi hu na.....
Priyaji was reluctant to go...but she went away not to elongate the conversation.....
Hema got up slowly...& went towards the stairs...she was looking pale, wan & exhausted...a stroppy tune was wafting along by the breeze...she didn't know from where.......
kabhi khamosh baithoge..kabhi kuchh gungunaoye...
main utna yaad ayunga...mujhe jitna bhulaogee...

everything was being blurred infront of her....all she could see hazy,...& every picture infront of her was trailing away gradually...she closed her eyes..& ....saw....Daya's smiling face...he was whispering--hey Hem...thori si hasona....bahar kaha mujhe dhun rahi ho Hem? main to tumhari andar hi hun....

Kahi par bhee rahe hum tum...muhabbat hi muhabbat hain
Tumhe hum yaad ayenge...hume tum yaad ayoge....
Hema was trying to smile...but she wasn't being able to....she raised her hands...to get a touch from.......but....before that.................she fell into the stairs ............&.......injured her head.....blood was spouting profusely from her head....everyone was scared..frightened.....& started to shriek out in fear....Priyaji was feeling dizzy....Raktimaji & Viashaliji..the two aunt of Hema just rushed there along with other maids & tried to took Hema up towards her room...but...they were'nt being able to do it....Bunty & Monty had become silent & stiff...Rajjo started to cry...Himani, Haimanti & shailja all were extremely worried & scared...& even forgot to react....Puruji & Anandji too rushed there..& Puruji took his daughter to the way to her room....immediately their family physician Dr.Bharucha was being called......&....all the enthusiasm..the zeal vanished away within a moment from the house....Hema became concious within five minutes..but she wasn't moaning or groaning..or in any way..she wasn't showing her pain...she was silent abnormally....she smeared with her blood....but silently forbearing the extreme torment....Dr.Bharucha came & quickly gave seven stiches on her head....& prescribed some urgent medicine for her....Mrs.Priya Singhania was weeping sitting beside Hema's bed....Rajjo was on the other side .....now Dr.Bharucha stalked out of Hema's room & called Puruji in a corner ...Puruji was utterly shocked & worried for his daughter...still he showed some courage to face the doctor & asked him--Dr.Bharucha...koyi darne ki....baat.....to?..he went russet in unknown scare....
Dr.Bharucha said with a sombre voice--Puruji...kya...pichhle kuchh dino me.....Hema....severe depression ke andar se ja rahi thi?
Puruji asked checked back his anxiety--kyu? kya...aapko....aisa laga?
Dr.Bharucha's face became stern..& he nodded his head to say--main saat stiches kiya....lekin uski surat me..kahi bhi...dard hone ka...koyi...sign nehi dekha...ye achchha nehi hain Mr.Singhania...agar woh pehle se hi depression me thi...tab to alag hain....nehi to....
puruji was totally perplexed..he didn't rather he couldn't listen to more..& he interruped to say--haa...woh.....pichhle....aat dus din se.....kuchh...pareshan hain....aur....
Dr.Bharucha frowned & asked--kya aap logo ne koyi psychologist ya pher counseler ko consult kiya hain?
Puruji was a little embarrassed & said with a wrinkled face--jee nehi...humne..socha ke....sagai ke baad ....sab thik ho jayega...par......
Dr.Bharucha now became a little astonished & asked --sagai? Hema ka sagai hain?
Puruji smiled lightly & answered--jee ha...
Dr.Bharucha again said--dekhiye Mr.Singhania...Hema ko main aaj se nehi....balki bachpan se dekh raha hun....uski tarha ek..khilta huya larki...achanak....aise.......he thought something deeply & now again said--agar..kuchh bura na soche to ek baat kahunga.....kya....isme ..uski marzi hain?
Puruji cringed down at the floor & said--doctor saab...woh to ek ....nadan bachchi hain....hum agar....
Dr.Bharucha sighed & said--hmmm...dekhiye..mujhe lagta hain..pehle aapko ek doctor consult karna chaiye....sar pe jo chot laga hain...woh to kuchh dino me bhar jayega...lekin....kuchh symtom mujhe achchha nehi laga....severe depression is a dangerous disease...kabhi kabhi jaan lewa bhi ho jata hain....Hema ki tarha ek phul jaisi larki...kaise aise ho gayi...yehi chinta ki baat hain......
Puruji was very much anxious..he asked with a tremulous voice---iska koyi treatment nehi hain?
Dr.Bharucha now tried to console him--aisa nehi hain Puruji...pehle aap log usse baat karne ki koshish kijiye....aur...is waqt aisa kuchh bhi nehi karna ...jo woh nehi chahti hain...
Puruji was nodding his head like an obedient man...
Dr.Bharucha said at last--ghabraiye maat...aise isse bohot bura ho sakta tha..itne uchai se girne ke baad bhi...uska chot utna gehra nehi hain jitna hona chaiye tha...plus...uski hosh bhi turant agayi....ye good sign hain...sirf khayal rakhiye ga uska..thik hain? okay....he went on his way....

Puruji riveted there ....having lost even his thinking power....& slowly he came into the door of Hema's room..& from there he was watching his daughter's apathetic, stoical, painless face......
Priyaji was weeping & now she was patting her daughter lovingly to give her some confort...with a drenched voice she asked--kya ma...tujhe kya taqleef ho raha hain....bol mujhe.....main use kam karne ki koshish karungi....bol....bol na ma....
with a calm voice Hema answered--mujhe...koyi taqleef nehi ho raha hain mom....koyi taqleef nehi ho raha hain...
Priyaji again asked her--sar pe bohot dard ho raha hain ..na re? ha?
Hema stared vacantly at the ceiling for sometimes...then her lips started to quiver....her nostrills started to flare...& tear drops started to drip down through the corner of her eyes....her face contorted with pain...& she burst with unbearable pain though very feebly--ye ....to kuchh bhi......kuchh bhi nehi hain...mom.......jitna dard.....Daya.....she was panting in excitement & weakness...Daya..sahanta hain.....uske pass.....ye to......ye to.....kuchh nehi hain...mom.........Priyaji was crying & at the same time trying to appease her daughter's profound agony by patting her..with her love & care....Hema continued to gasp---mamma....Daya ka zindegi.........ghao se....bhara hain.......sochi thi.....mamma.....mamma...
Priyaji was feeling torrid emotions within her--ha bol ma..sun rahi hun...
Hema: ...mamma...sochi thi....us ghao me......main...marham de dungi......mere pyar se.....mere muhabbat se....uska har..ghao.....bhar jayega....par....she was gasping heavily---par....uske jagha.....main to....uska..ghao me......hi....use dard pauchaya mamma........ab to.......ab to....woh kabhi nehi bharega..mamma.....she burst into a heart rending....wail.....& continued with difficulty---kaabhiiiiiii...nehiiiiiiii......bharegaaaaaaa......
Puruji was stunned to see the intense yearnings of his daughter.....when his little daughter had grown up &....consigned herself.....to Daya..like this.....he couldn't understand....unconciously tear drops were flooding his cheeks...
Hema continued with bated breath--saaaaaaar jayegaaaaa wohhhhhhhh mammmaaaaa........par kisiko nehi bolegaaaaaa.....jwal jayega...woh mammaaaaaaaaaaa......her wail was renting the air..to make the total atmosphere filled with intense agony.....
Priyaji couldn't bear the agony of her daughter any more...she shrieked out in pain--chup kar Hemuuu..chup kar......kash...tere.....papa ko.....mehsus hota.......ke.....ye dard tu.....kaise....sahan rahi hain....chup kar maaaaaa....chup kar......
Puruji slowly came beside....Hema's bed...& Rajjo just ran away....to blubber badly......Puruji....slowly....wiped his tears off...& then kept his hand over Hema's straying hairs.....Hema was still whimpering...but...the intensity had become...low.....Puruji lowered his eyes...& then murmured--itna pyar karti hain tu Daya ko?....he kept staring at his daughter with mute astonishment...but Hema didn't answer..only averted her glance away.....
Puruji again told--kyu mujhe nehi batayi ma?.....he became a little reflective & said--mujhe to maloom hi nehi tha...ke mere...chhoti si...guriya....kisiko...is had tak....pyar kar sakti hain........he stared at the sky through the window being totally astounded....& after sometimes..he again said--teri mamma ne....mujhe samjhane ki bohot koshish kiya tha...Hemu..par main......main hi...his voice was strangled in pain......but quickly he controlled it....& said wiping his tears--nehi maaa...ye rone ka nehi...hasne ka waqt hain......jaldi thik ho ja..ha.....
Hema smiled little to get her either parents beside her.....
Puruji again said--sagai ke liye....taiyar jo hona parega na tujhe....
Hema frowned with difficulty..but before she could say anything....Puruji said with a smile---teri sagai...pagli......Daya ke sath........

[Three days later] [Deepa Villa]

Daylight was ebbing away as the dusk was falling unto the world....birds were returning to their nests....Daya was on the terrace...today he returned back from the Institute a bit early neither had he gone to attend the mandolin class....he was gawping at the opalescent sky...how the tints of various colours were playing in the lap of the sky...the different hues of the cloudlets imbued him with a stange feelings..a feelings of intense glee with a tinge of agony...or a feelings of intense agony with a tint of pure glee...he couldn't perceive it clearly....his heart was oscillating between the two extremes.....darkness was trying to blot the world......& he just lost within the vast sky....alone.....a journey...which every soul...had been experiencing ...since long.....by alone....he was musing deeply untill got a jerk from Somu...he hugged him & said--bhai...yaha pe akela khare hain? kyu? chal..aaj hum video dekhenge...chal...
Daya was indeed jolted by Somu's words as he wasn't within himself.....now he smiled lightly & said--tu dekh le Somu...aaj man nehi kar raha hain...
Somu sighed in dejection & muttered slowly---kya tu pure zindegi aise hi guzarega?....Daya was silent....he hadn't any expression on his face either...now Somu again nudged him with his fists..& said a little loud---Daya....please...tu aise...apne zindegi ko barbaad maat kar yaar.....mujhse ye.... sahan nehi hota hain ...bhai.....
Daya now turned his face towards Somu & said with a smiling face--hey..kya baat kar rahey hain....main..to ...bilkul thik hun Somu.....
but Somu was as restless as he was before..nothing could mollify his worry...now desperately he said---main jaunga Singhania House me...aur dekhunga..ke kitni khushi se...woh...shaadi kar rahi hain...
Daya quickly turned his face towards him & said firmly--nehi Somu..tu aisa kuchh bhi nehi karega.....tujhe mere kasam.......he was panting in excitement..& after a pause he again muttered---bhagwan ke pass......yehi.....prarthana karna.......ke.....woh......mujhe.......Daya became russet in repressed pain & again continued---mujhe....bhul...paye.....
---nehi bhuli woh tujhe...aur na bhul ne ki irada hain use....Somu answered promptly...as Daya looked upon him he said--niche dekh.....Daya looked upon the lawn from terrace & saw Mr.Pururaj Singhania with Hema....she was walking very slowly & a thick bandage wrapped up her forehead...Daya's face became perturbed...& anxious..he started to murmured---kya huya use?....woh..thik to ..haina......he tried to go ahead..but he couldn't.....an unseen force kept him riveted there like an helpless..beseeching person.....he was thinking about the arrival of Puruji with Hema.....& becoming restless.....more he was worried about the bandage upon Hema's forehead....within ten minutes....he saw Hema.....at the terrace door...she too was riveted there....neither he could move nor she could....but their eyes brimmed over with tears....the pent up...emotions were trying to spout as tears...after so long.....he could see her...Hema...stepped ahead very slowly.....&.......stopped......just infront of Daya......their eyes were wandering through each other.....Hema was searching something with her two thirsty eyes....within...her king.....the profound seclusion...an abyss of loneliness within his eyes...his straying rugged hairs,his parched lips......all were saying her.....her king was smouldering inside with the fire...she once had kindled...& left him without extinguished it.....& her king....he too was gazing at his queen...with the stark rapture & reverence ....the black streak under her eyes...her wrinkled lugubrious face....the pain of estrangement in the corner of her eyes.....all were saying....that his queen had consumed.....every distress of this world....to mop out the extreme anguish from his life.....Daya touched gently her cheek...to feel her by himself.....Hema closed her eyes...& seized Daya's hand within her....& kissed it....with sheer cravings..she was bearing for twelve long days....
Somu was there by a side..but they were totally oblivious of his presence.....they clinched each other tightly within their arms in intense love...all repressed agony was melting as tears..as it was raining from both of their eyes......Hema tried to smother Daya with kisses.....she was still tossing & turning with the extreme fidgety.....as a flame tries to placate its affliction by the waves of the ocean........they clutched each other ....& finally Hema rested reposing herself upon Daya...& asked him----rajaaaaaaa....kaise ho?
Daya cupped her chin within his palms & whispered---tum kaisi ho Hem?
Hema glanced deep..within the eyes of Daya..& murmured with a desperate pine in her voice---in dus dino me....jaise..dus janam dekhi hain rajaaaa.....tumhare begair...ek pal hi...to....ek janam ban jate hain.....to pher.....ek janam ka guzara.....kaise.......kaise karungi...bolo....
Daya too gazed lovingly at his queen & said slowly---sar pe chot kaise lagi?
Hema didn't avert her glance....she murmured staring at Daya---ye chot to.....sab...dekh sakte hain Dayaaaaaaa....par..woh chot....jo ...koyi nehi samajh pate hain....jo kisike nazar me ....nehi ate hain...........
Daya very slowly & gently pecked on her cheek & whispered--main bhi nehi?
Hema squnited her eyes now..& made her face puckish.....& then again clung him within her arms..& murmured with impassioned fervour---Dayaaaaaaaaaaaaa....main tumhari hun....tumhariiiiiiiiiiiiii......Dayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
-Dayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....Dayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....Daya waked up getting a jerk ....he rubbed his eyes...to look around him..minutely....& realised all he was thinking.......but still Hema's yelp was thundering in his ears.........
--Daya...someone was calling behind him....
--ha...he promptly answered this time......& saw Shirin was there..her face was worried..& a bit scared....she was watching him minutely ..& after a pause she asked---aap thik to hain na?.....
Daya was sweating profusely.....& was a little embarrassed to listen from Shirin...
Shirin continued---main kabse bula rahi thi aapko....aapka tabiyat to thik haina Daya?
Daya moped out the sweat from his forehead...& said with a light smile---jee ha...thik hun......
Shirin sighed in relief....now after a pause Daya asked--kuchh kehna tha aapko?
Shirin smiled lightly & said--haa...main keh rahi thi...ke....Dikshu uth kar baithi hain.....
Daya was just floundered to hear that....he asked with bated breath--kab? mujhe bulaya kyu nehi?....
Shirin answered ruefully--kabse bula rahi hun..aiye...woh baat karne ki koshish...kar rahi thi....lekin....
Daya rushed there..& Shirin too followed him hurridly....

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Posted: 17 years ago

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PART 13

Diksha was sitting on her bed yielding herself on the pillow just behind

her..& was peering here & there restlessly..her lips were shivering...as if

she was trying to speak up..but she wasn't being able to...Daya rushed beside

her...& clenched her hand within his own ...& then asked

gently--Dikshu.....kuchh bolegi?..kya bolegi Dikshu...bata

mujhe...pls...bol...bolna behn...kya taqleef ho raha hain tujhe......bol...
Diksha was trying....but everytime she failed.....Daya was too much

excited..he was nudging her sister with excitement--behn...mere Dikshu....kya

bolna chahti hain...bolna.....
Diksha was trying with all energy she had....& finally she spoke

out--bbbhaiiiyaaaaaaaa.....
Daya had tears in his eyes in happiness..for a moment he forgot totally to

react...after so long..his little sister called him....he wished to squeal in

delight..he wished to kneel down on the ground in supplication...& consigned

his everything to the Kind,Generous,Soliticious Almighty...only He has the

power & strength to emit the ray of hope in blithered darkness......he

couldn't utter a single word....the profound feeling of the grace of the

Almighty made him totally dumbfounded........
Shirin too was the mute watcher....she was bubbling with overflowing

emotions...to see her best friend in the way of recovering...& also....to see

Daya's relief...& respite....she was minutely watching Daya...& was trying to

realise his mind.....slowly she went beside him.....& hesitantly ...kept her

hand over....his....ruffled uncombed hair....& called him gently---Dayaaaa...
Daya awakened by the voice of Shirin...& looked upon her...Shirin was

watching him with the eyes full of enchantment....& now she

spluttered---doctor Bansal ko......inform karna chaiye....haina?
Daya quickly went to call Dr.Bansal...& informed about Diksha's present

condition....Dr.Bansal promised to come within half an hour....& Daya again

came back beside his sister...& patted her hairs...with his love...&

care....Diksha was smiling...tears was falling from her eyes as well....she

again tried to speak....& finally muttered with difficulty--sshhhh....iii
Shirin just ran into her..& clutching within her arms she said in an

impassioned voice--bol...bol Dikshu.......
Diksha spluttered--ssshhhhhh iiiiiriiiiiiiiiin.....
Dr.Bansal came & after examining Diksha he smiled & said to Daya--Diksha ka

progress is like a milestone.....agar progess aise chalte rahe....to ek

mahine ki andar hi.....woh...physically ekdam thik ho jayegi......par......
Daya was worried & asked--par..par kya?
Dr.Bansal answered--use ek psychologist ki zarurat hain......ya pher...abhi

..koyi couseller bhi chalega.....jo...uski man ko..thora rahat dila

payega.......it's very essential....
Daya was listening with full concentration & was nodding his head with great

servility.....
Dr.Bansal again told--Daya...ab use...har waqt kisika sath chaiye.....in this

stage..loneliness would be very harmful & detrimental...you should be careful

about that....&....also....keep careful about the medicines.......par chinta

ki koyi baat nehi hain...she has shown the sign of tremendous

improvement..itni jaldi hum aise response payenge...ye to hum hi nehi soche

the....anyway..take care.....Dr.Bansal went on his way....
now Daya told Shirin--Shirin....aap..ab chale jaiye...barna Sahil chinta

karega....chaliye....main aapko......
Shirin was wrinkled in shame & she interrupted Daya to say---nehi...aapko

jane ka zarurat nehi hain....main chali jaungi......
Daya saw the wrist watch & saw it was already 9.30 at night...Daya was

reluctant to let her go.....but Shirin was insisting again & again--nehi

Dayaa...aapko is waqt Dikshu ke pas me...rehna chaiye...pls aap uski pas

baithiye..main chali jati hun...Suddenly the words of Papaji had started to

thunder in the ears of Daya....on his twentieth birthday..Papaji told him to

take care of his "Atithi narayans"....Daya called Chachu & asked him to take

care of Diksha..& then straight went towards the lift to drop Shirin at her

home....Shirin stared at the door..for a few seconds with total

enchantment..& then said to Diksha--dekha Dikshu....abhi bhi Daya..utna hi

ziddi hain...tujhe yaad hain..bachpan me..jab tu aur main uske sath ghore

ghore khela karti thi...tab bhi....Diksha was smiling & nodding her head..to

relish the past memories......Shirin continued--lakh manane par bhi.....woh

hume ghore nehi banne deta tha...harbar...her voice was being a little choked

&
low--harbar..woh khud ban jata tha....aur...hamara bojh....uthata tha....for

a few seconds Shirin became unmindful..her eyes moistened with tears..& a

twinge of pain was chinking within her heart...but she controlled herself

quickly & said with a smiling face--chalti hun Dikshu...pher kal ayungi..ha?
Diksha hugged her & then let her go.....
Shirin came at the ground & was peering to see Daya there....as she stepped

ahead she saw Daya was standing leaning himself over the car....as she called

him he turned towards her..& opened the gate with hurry....after getting into

the car...Shirin thought to chide him..as he completely disobeyed her to drop

her at home...but she couldn't as gaze at him....Daya was driving with full

concentration..yet his face was so calm..& tranquil...sometimes..the

streetlight was splashing upon his face..to make his face more stoical.....he

was looking a little pale & wan....as if struggling for so long.....so

much...seclusion was there in the corner of his eyes....so much...anguish he

had borne within just twentyfive years...of his life.....yet so calm he

was..so unperturbation & tranquility existed..within his face......Shirin got

totally enthralled..awestrucked....& enamoured....everytime she thinks about

this man......he is as quiet as the middle ocean..he is as calm as the

gigantic mountain.....he is as forbearing as the earth....he is as pacifier

as the cold breeze....he is as gleaming as the sun....yet....he..is

so...careless about himself.......he is so precious yet he wanders....through

the rugged & filth..to find a little love......without any effort Shirin had

some lines within her heart for this man.....
Jhume zamiiiii.....jhume gagan........
Tere liye......hoke magan....
Dil pe rahe....sapne tere....
Behta rahe khilta chaman........
Zindegi tujhko aisi bahar de.....dil ki pukar hain....
yaaar mere..
& this time..tears couldn't remain within her eyes.........she tried to wipe

it quickly..but Daya didn't skip to notice those glistening eyes of her...he

asked worriedly--kya baat hain Shirin? aap.....aise......
Shirin tried to repressed the pain..she gulped the pain back &

answered--kuchh nehi....bas yuhi......
Daya sighed ....& then very slowly muttered--aap.....aise maat

roiye...Shirin...ye..asu ko.....mujhe....bohot darr lagta hain.....
Shirin was listening to him with sheer veneration in her eyes...& she finally

spoke out to avert the topic---Sahil aapko dekh kar bara khush ho jayega.....
Daya smiled to hear about his little student.....Shirin

continued---aapko..chhorna hi nehi chahega woh....
now Daya asked--woh parai thik tarike se kar raha hain na?..
Shirin answered with a little smile--kal hi uske school me gayi

thi....teachers ne kaha...aise...exam me..to performance bura nehi

hain...lekin..concentration ka bohot problem hain....
Daya frowned & said--achchha?..to pher zarur woh aerobics ka practice bhi

band kar diya hain..haina?
Shirin was a little ashamed & said--ha..dekhiye na...main kitna kehti

hun...jitna bara ho raha hain..badmashi barte hi ja rahey hain....
Daya retorted back very modestly--nehi Shirin....main bhi kaha time de pa

raha hu use...bachcha hain na....bina training ke...woh log kaise motivated

hote rahenge?....
Shirin: aap aisa maat kahiye Daya...itna bhi chhota nehi hain woh....tera

saal ka ho gaya hain...aab to thora bohot samajhna chaiye use....
Meanwhile they reached at Vasudha apartment & Shirin told

finally--aapko...andar bula sakti thi....Sahil bohot khush ho jata....par

waha Dikshu.....akeli hain......aap....
Daya once called at home & asked Chachu about Diksha & he informed that

Diksha was allright...so Daya went towards Shirin's fifth floor flat along

with her....as the maid opened the door..Sahil ran into them & noticing Daya

with Shirin he was elated---sir,aap?
Daya smiled & affectionately cooed--ha to master Sahil, kya haal hain?
Sahil became a little sombre & then told--sir, aab main..master nehi raha...
Daya & Shirin both burst into a chortle & then Daya said--achchha thik hain,

Mr.Sahil Kumar Goel....kaise hain aap? ha?
Sahil smiled to listen such an addressing..he liked it & promptly

answered--main to achchha hi hun sir...par..didi hi thik nehi hain....
Shirin was embarrassed & reprimanded her little brother--hey..badmash...chup

kar....
Daya frowned & asked--achchha?...
Shirin again abashedly said--aap..is shaitan ka baat maat suniye...kuchh bhi

bolte rehte hain ye......
Before Daya could say anything Sahil protested--nehi sir, sach keh raha

hun..aajkal didi ko na jane kya ho gaya hain.....har waqt akeli baithkar rote

rehte hain....aur....
Shirin now goggled her eyes & gave again a much louder reprimand---sahil!!!

chup karega ya nehi!!!
Daya smiled to see the banter between sister & brother....Sahil was going to

say something but before that Daya said--achchha thik hain..didi ko to baad

me dekhenge...pehle mujhe ye batao ke...tum aerobics ka practice kyu band kar

diya? ha?
Sahil lowered his eyes in guilt & stood there like an accused...
Daya patted his hairs gently & said--Sahil.....main to tumhe kaha tha

na....ke....aajkal...mujhe..kaam ka itna pressure rehte hain.....to

tum...kisi....
Sahil again protested in a shaking voice--nehi sir...aap hi mujhe train

karenge...main aur kiske pas nehi jaunga...sir..aap..hi mera sir hain....
Daya smiled & said--achchha thik hain..lekin tum practice kyu band kar diya?

it's very important na?
After some seconds..Sahil answered like a guilty one--sorry sir...kal se pher

main practice shuru karunga...
Daya was happy & cheering him up with his two hands he sqealed--that's like a

good boy....aur ha....iske sath sath ana parai me bhi dhyan dena, samjhe?

barna tumhari didi....bohoooot gussa karenge....
Sahil obediently nodded his head & then he tried to pull Daya inside--aiye na

sir...please aiye...aapke sath mujhe bohot batein karna hain....
Daya was disconcerted..& was hesitating....but now Shirin told him--nehi

Sahil...aaj sir ko chhor do....Diksha didi ka tabiyet kharap hain na?
Daya was relieved & now Sahil asked--Diksha didi thik ho jayegi na sir?
Daya smiled & said --of course thik ho jayegi.....tum agar chaho..to didi ke

sath asakte hona hamare ghar me....
Sahil nodded his head & as their phone rang loudly he ran to receive the

phone...now Daya turned his face towards Shirin...& with a placid smile he

said--thik hain...main aaj chalta hun....
Shirin too smiled with a little coyness..& then said--mujhe lagta hain...ke

agli baar jab aap ayenge....tab..Dikshu bhi aapka sath aa sakegi.....
Daya again smiled & said--hope so.....bye...
Shirin too whispered--byee....& take care.....

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Posted: 17 years ago

#15

PART 14

Shirin was totally smitten tonight by a strange happiness......it was eleven past thirty at night....midnight was coming slowly..yet steadily....Shirin was in her night gown.....the world had pervaded with darkness...everyone was in deep sleep...she hadn't sleep in her eyes.....slowly..she headed towards the balcony....cold gale was blowing...& she was shivering ...in an unknown excitement....she was trying to feel intensely the bleakness of the wind....she came into the balcony....& deeply sniffed to take the natural fragrance of the nature....she sat there...& stared at the sky...to express her gratitude .....towards the Almighty...He had listened to her prayer.....she was speechless...only tears were falling from her eyes.......after sometimes..she closed her eyes...& murmured within herself---bhagwan....tumne mere prarthana suna hain....mere Dikshu ko......tum thik kar diya hain....bhagwan......aaj..tumhe...Dikshu ke akho ke andar..mehsus kiya......uske bol ke andar tumhe mehsus kiya...aur.....aur....Daya ke khushi ke andar..bhi......tumhe hi mehsus kiya.....tumhi se.....is duniya me....khushi...aur gham bante hain...tumhi se hi.....kisike dil me ...sapne palte hain......aaj ek baar....phir se ek baar.....tumhare samne.....main..bhikhari bankar khari hun......wada karti hun....pher se...main aur kabhi kuchh bhi nehi mangungi.....lekin bhagwan....meri..akhri prarthana....tumse....yehi hain.....ke......ke.....tum....Daya ke zindegi se.....andhera hathake.....roshni se bhar do......pyar se..bhar do.....bachpan se......usne.....sirf dukh hi jhela hain.....use khush dekhne ke liye.....mere mann.....kabse....aise taras ne lage.....ye main nehi janti hun....par unke andar se....main tumhare pavitrata ko..mehsus karti hun....bhagwan......uska masumiyat me to tum hi ho na.......to pher..kyu..kyu..uske woh jheel jaisi gehre do akhe ...asu se bhara huya rehte hain?....tumhara diya huya dukh dard ko....woh to..haste huye ..sahan lete hain....magar main......main kaha sahan pati hun.....dil me daba huya ye dard....na to mujhe....marne dete hain..aur na jeene dete hain......hey bahgwan....chahe..mere hisse ke khushi tum le lo....par....Daya ko...tum is zindegi ke....bepanha khushi se.....mehroom maat rakho bhagwan.......she was swamped with tears...& opened her eyes....very slowly..to look into the sky.......but as she stared....she saw Daya's smiling face of the day when he completed twenty years of his life.....she lost into the reverie.....nearly five years back......

[Flashback]

Sahil was wrinkled in fear..& clenching his sister's hand tightly..he was asking again & again---didi...hum kaha ja rahey hain?...
Shirin was trying to avert his little brother's mind again & again....was she aware where they would have to go?....everytime she tried to placate Sahil's anxiety by patting him with her two soft loving hands....what else she could do at that moment? ...she probably could bear the humiliation & her aunt's scathing scorful remarks for another few years....but for Sahil's sake she couldn't.....she left her maternal uncle's residence....with her little eight year old brother...& headed for Mumbai.....she thought ..in a big city like Mumbai they would have a small corner to live in.....but...she was scared herself....where she would go? The House they had...have been occupied hurridly by her uncle after the accidental death of her parents....she couldn't do anything...as she was nearly an eleven years old girl then....she had to go in Pune at her maternal uncle's home without her wish..leaving behind..her birth city..her friends...school..& her every dream had been shattered within just a few months.....At Pune she had to work since the sunrise till the midnight..to gather their part of food & ..she had passed HSC..but how ...only she could know ...everytime she was lashed by her aunt's disdainful & jeering words.....she had thought someday..she would be extricated from that life ....what she wouldn't do to get educated herself?..begged infront of the parents of junior students to teach them just to fund her studies.....but any discomfort,any grief of her little brother who lost his parents at the age of one?...she couldn't bear it...& so chose such a drastic & extreme step to go to Mumbai..leaving a letter for her Mamaji.....but now? where would she go?..as the Mumbai Central Station was coming she had becoming more worried...her mind had gone totally blank....but suddenly she recalled the sweet face of her childhood freind Diksha.....eventually she recalled how the whole Saxena family had supported her when her parents died in an accident......Neet uncle just took her within his arms to protect her from the scorching glare of the real rude practical world.....when she left Mumbai...the tearflooded face of Diksha...she couldn't forget ever....Mumbai Central had come...& she got off from the train...clasping Sahil's hand within her own tightly....& tried to come out through the crowded platform....she succeded after lot of efforts...& then ...she headed for Diksha's residence at Borivali through an auto....but..only one thought had occupied her mind at that moment....could they recognise her?..after seven long years she had come here....she had been barely an eleven years old girl when she left Mumbai..but now she was an eighteen years old grown up girl....she couldn't be connected with Diksha in the past seven years..neither they could connect her...million of questions were wandering through her mind........she reached at Borivali within half an hour, but she was ambling along through the road....seven years...not a short period of time....beside that...everything was seeming changed to her.....so many building had been developed.....smouldering in the scorching glare of the sunlight.....she had become wan & pale.....only she had worry for her little brother...he was silent abnormally...probably to realise....something unusual.....finally she could see the gate of Deepa Villa.....it was the same as it was seven years ago....it wafted along the memories of that time....though she was feeling a twinge of pain within her heart...but...she kept a strong curb on her emotion...cause it wasn't the time to get emotional.....with a slight shiver within her heart..she headed towards Deepa Villa....but...two gateman strongly made her stopped...& asked rudely--hey...kaha ja rahi ho? kya chaiye tumhe?.....
Sahil clutched her with his two little hands more tightly...in fear....she couldn't utter a single word...how could she tell them that in this lawn she had played with her freind for so many times.....the two gateman were discussing with themselves---shayad bhikhari hain....ya pher....koyi bai ka kaam dhun ne ke liye aye hain....they were watching her from her head to toe..& finally spoke out--dekho..aaj ye sab nehi hoga...ghar pe bohot kaam hain ...sab bohot byast hain....jao yaha se.....
Shirin wrinkled in shame..& an ineffable pain.......her voice strangled ....but she had to speak....with much difficulty she muttered slowly--ddiksha...hain...?main....uski....dost....
The two gateman gawped at her with astonishment for sometimes..& then again asked--tum...Diksha beti ke dost ho?...sach keh rahi ho?
tears were trying to spout out..from her eyes..she gulped her pain back & said in a choked voice---aap ek baar Diksha ko puchh lijiye....agar woh mujhe..pehchan na paye.....to main ..chali jaungi......they very slowly avert their glances & finally called someone--hey shantabai....zara Diksha didi ko bula de na...ye chhori kehte hain...ye unki dost hain...they smirked & again said--aajkal hamare malik malkeen ka kya haal ho gaya hain re shantabai?...raste ki bhikhariyo se dosti???chal ja jaldi ja......Shantabai watched her with a glance full of disdain..& grimaced at her sarcastically..then she turned to go inside.....
Little Sahil said once feebly--didi..chalo..hum chale jate hain.....
Shirin said repressing the spouting emotions within her--jayenge bhai...ekbar Diksha se mulaqat karke hi......chale jayenge....she was standing there cringing her head at the ground with tint of shame, fear..& worry....but within five minutes..someone came...in hurry....& asked her--jee kahiye....a gentle male voice she heard....& now she turned her face up though very slowly ..& looked at the man standing just infront of her.. nearly twenty years old boy with wide & exceptionally deep & innocent eyes....calm,quiet,& suave,..he again very humbly asked---jee..aap bahar kyu khare hain...aiye..andar aiye...
now Shirin spluttered very feebly--main..Shirin....Diksha ke....
The man frowned at first & then a shaft of smile pervaded his face..though he was astounded..& again with sheer modesty he asked--shirin....aap....aapke sath koyi hain?
Shirin nodded her face negetively....he was more astonished..& then he said very humbly--aiye..andar aiye....Shirin went ahead with the man.....& on the way he said with a smiling face--main Daya hun...Diksha ke bhai....aapko......yaad hain?
Shirin muttered within herself---kaise yaad nehi rahega??? in saat salo me....kitni baar neend se jag gayi hun tumhe sapne me dekh ke....magar sapne me jaise dekhi thi.......tum usse bhi zada.....sundar ho........but she answered very feebly--ha....yaad hain.....
Daya now again asked--aapke sath kya Sahil hain?...itna bara ho gaya hain?
Shirin nodded her face..& now Daya turned back & stooped infront of Sahil & take him in his lap....Sahil was hesitating ....but as Shirin winked at him...he obliged....they went inside...& now she heard a sombre voice--Daya kaun hain?
Daya answered with utmost docility---papaji...dekhiye...aaj mera atithi narayani banke...kaun aye hain.....
Neetji came from another room....& to see her..he was totally speechless....he couldn't believe her eyes at first...& took some minutes to control himself....then he came nearer of her...& patted her tousled dirty hairs....lovingly......to see his father silent...Daya could understand that he got extremely emotional....so he told by himself--shirin....aaj mera...janamdin hain.....aur...mera janam tithi ka atithi bankar narayani ke rup me ...aap ayi hain.....now Neetji awakened & said--ha shirin beti.....bohot hi...subh ghari me....ayi hain tu.....then quickly he turned & ordered Daya--Daya....chal....apne atithi ka..rehne..khane ka intezam kar.....Daya took her inside..where punditji was waiting for them....they sat there..& after reciting some holy hymns...Daya....doled some clothes to her....Shirin was totally boggled .& confounded what was happening around her...she could never think that she would be treated in such an elegant way...after completing the Yagna ceremony...Daya took her to Diksha.....Diksha had become so beautiful...just like a blooming flower....she thought staring at her childhood friend with mute astonishment...Diksha ran to her to clutch her within her own arms & burst into tears....tears were running like river from both of their eyes....after a turbulent emotional outbusrt...they controlled themselves....& Daya took her in a decorated scented room..where she was given the seat to sit on..& served the food with sheer servility & obsequiousness.....Shirin was totally embarrassed...& wrinkled in getting such a treatment...& she couldn't remain silent when Daya kneeled to make obeisance to show respect.....she had tears in eyes..& said with a choked voice--ye aap kya kar rahey hain?....aap mujhse...bara hain na.......Daya gave her a placid & innocent smile & said--aap mere narayani hain.....aur narayani.....ma hote hain.....unhe to hamesha pranam karna chaiye na.....in khane ko khakar...aap...mera...pranam swikar kijiye.....Shirin was totally floundered to see Daya...he was looking like a dewdrop in the stalk of lotus....his suaveness,gentle behaviour & modesty...was enthralling her..as more as she was watching him...she murmured within herself--kalpana ho tum meri...lekin sochi nehi thi..ke tum mere kalpane se bhi..kayi zada khubsurat ho...tumhare udarta to sirf asman ka hi barabari kar sakta hain Dayaaa...aur tumhare do akhe....jheel nehi..balki...samundar ki tarha hi gehra hain...tumhare prati mere shraddha ko...aise hi barate rehna Daya....taqi pure zindegi....main tumhara hi....puja kar saku...tears were falling from her eyes... in the past eighteen years of her life ..no one gave her so much respect & reverence.....Daya was disconcerted to see her crying...he said again with hesitaion---Shirin....aap...ro kyu rahi hain?...aap....he couldn't say anymore......Shirin realised that he had having pain to see her crying....she wiped her eyes off...& ....started to eat...silently......

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@suchi_dev2006

Voyager

Posted: 17 years ago

#16

PART 15

Everyone was stunned to hear about her....Neetji was so much shocked that he

couldn't react for about five minutes.....Diksha,Daya & Dev too totally went

dumb to listened to her.....they couldn't react even thinking that how a

barely teenager did all these to survive in this world.....After

sometime..Neetji raised his hand to call Shirin...& took her within his two

arms.....Shirin couldn't understand what should be told..only tears were

coming into her eyes.....Neetji patted her lovingly & said after

sometimes--tu chinta maat kar beti....tu college jayegi...aapna parai khatam

karke....apne pair pe khare hona haina tujhe?....us masoom Sahil ko.....bara

karna hain.....ek insaan banana hain......
Shirin muttered in drenched voice--lekin ye sab kaise honge

unclejee..?...apka to kitna jana pehchana hain........agar mujhe...unlogo ke

ghar me...ya pher office me...mere layek koyi kaam ..mil jaye....to

shayad..main....graduation tak..par paungi.....koyi bhi kaam ...main sab kaam

kar sakti hun uncleji.......Neetji was watching her with beseeching

eyes......Daya averted his face to hide the pain he was having at that

moment.....Dev too cowered at the floor with the silence of sheer

anguish.....
Shirin again pleaded---uncleji...mujhpe daya kijiye.....mujhe koyi kaam

dijiye....taqi.......
Mitali was coming down through the stairs..& now she threw her words

sarcastically---papaji....meri ek saheli hain jiski ghar me ek bai ka zarurat

hain.....is tarike se jab bheek mang rahey hain....tab.....now she glanced

over Shirin & bawled--hey....bai ka kaam kar sakti hain na?....
--Mitaliii!!!!!...Dev couldn't resist himself....& shrieked out even in the

presence of Neetji....
Mitali slyly glanced over Dev & said---arrey!!!chilla kyu rahey ho!!! main

isko madat karne ki soch rahi hun...aur tum!!!!!
Dev now again shrieked but a little low voice--shut up....woh hamara behn ke

saheli hain samjhi tum?...mera behn jaisi hain woh...
Mitali now fixed her glance over Dev....& slowly she romped up just infront

of him,sneered with disgust & said with a sardonic smile---behn

jaisi...haina???? behn to nehi???
Neetji was smouldering inside....a sheer bitter feelings was pervading his

mind...but in these situation..he couldn't talk.....his face distorted in

irritaion..yet he didn't utter a single word....
Shirin now again begged---ha bhabi...main bai ka kaam kar sakti hun....main

saab kuchh kar sakti hun bhabi... .his voice was throttling in

pain...but...she was talking gritted her teeth cause she had to do it...if

not for herself..but for her little brother...
--thik hain to pher....Mitali was talking with a oblique tone..but stopped to

listen the voice of Daya---nehi...aap ye nehi kar sakti hain.....Daya told it

firmly.....Mitali just goggled her eyes at Daya....but he was calm &

firm---Shirin mere biswa janam tithi ka atithi narayani hain.....unki parai

aur sab zimmedari mere hain......
Neetji Dev Diksha Shirin Mitali all were stunned...Mitali couldn't bear the

courage & audacity of Daya...whom she considered as ...nothing more than a

worthless slave.....a shaft of happiness reflected upon the face of

Neetji..Diksha was overwhelmed..& Shirin.....she was totally blank...she

hadn't any power to think about the happenings around her....now Mitali

shrieked out in a venomous voice--wah!!! jisko abhi tak apne peeta aur bhai

ke upar rehna parta hain...woh...lega aur kisika zimmedari!!!!wah!!!...
Dev was totally stunned & embarrassed ..he was trying to stop his wife ..but

Mitali was unstoppable---yaad rakhna Dev...Saxena khandan ka jitna kuchh

hain..uske upar sirf tumhara hi haq hain....kyuki tum iske peechhe mehnat kar

rahe ho...aur tumhara na layek bhai??? dekho bees saal umru ho gaya...abhi

bhi apne parai aur gane ki shauk lekar pare hain....isse ek kana bhi use nehi

milna....
--Mitaliiiiiii!!!!! Neetji probably for the first time shrieked out...he was

flaming in anger...& said within a minute---abhi bhi main zinda hun....ye

yaad rakh ke baat karna....he was about to storm out from the hall but came

back to say---aur ha...Shirin kaha rahegi...kaise paregi ye sab lekar.....tum

logo ko chinta nehi karna parega....jo kuchh bhi karna hain....main

karunga...shirin beti..tu mere sath study room me chal...aaja....
Shirin was nearly crinkled in shame & humiliation.....she slowly followed

Neetji...Daya & Diksha too followed their father to go to his study

room....Neetji shut the door on .....
Mitali burst in hatred & anger--dekhaaaa.....tumhe alag karke yaha se nikalne

ka plan ho raha hain.....dusro ke bete betiyo ke liye..tumhare papaji ko

jitna dard hain....apne bare bete ke liye hain nehi.....iske baad bhi..tum..
--ahhhh Mitali....Dev burst in irritation & bitterness & went away from

there....

[Inside the Study room]
Neetji was sweating profusely..Daya was worried for him..he asked in a

bustle--papaji..aapka tabiyat kharap lag raha hain?
wiping out the sweat Neetji answered--nehi bete....bas gussa karne ka adaat

jo chhor diya tha na....tere ma jane ki baad....he became a little

thoughtful.....
Shirin was squirming inside in guilt...she told with much

difficulty--uncleji...mere waja se......aapko...itni.....
Neetji now smiled ruefully & raised his hands & said--arrey nehi ma....tu to

mere ..mere bachchi hain...mere Daya ka janam tithi ka narayani

hain....tujhse...mujhe kaise taqleef ho sakte hain..pagli?....taqleef

to.....naseeb me likha hota hain ma....naseeb me likha hota hain......he

sighed in despair...& again continued--barna...tujh jaisi...ek...masoom ladki

ko.....kyu itna taqleef uthana parega....woh bhi ye kachchi umru me.....he

again sighed & then told averting the desolated mood---khair rehne de...jaise

uparwala rakhenge.....aise hi to rehna parega haina? he smiled & said to

Daya--Daya...tu apne college se form uthake lana....B.Com ka..thik hain?
Daya answered cowering at the floor---jee papaji.....
Shirin was riveted there staring at the floor vacantly..she wasn't speaking

anyhting.....Neetji patted her hair affectionately..& said--kya huya

ma....mayus maat hona.....tu mayus ho jayegi to kaise hoga ha?...Sahil ko bhi

to school me bharti karvana hain na?.......now Shirin couldn't control..but

busrt into a silent sob--- main...aapka itna bara bojh nehi ban

payungi.....uncleji...nehi ban paungiiiiiii.....itna karz kaise chukaungi

main unclejiiiii? kaise?...mujhe...aap...itna rhini maat kijiye

unclejiiiii....she was crying vehemently......Diksha too was crying to see

her friend like this.....Daya was silent...to feel the sheer misery in her

life....he said Diksha not to cry...& stood behind her...to quell her

exquisite agony....Neetji couldn't understand how to console this helpless

little girl....how to give her a little sense of security to her.....not a

single word he could utter...but the silence was broken by

Daya---shirin....aap please aise maat ......roiye...aur.ek baat aap jaan

lijiye....aap papaji ka aur is ghar ka kisika bhi bojh nehi hain.....aap mere

janam tithi me narayani banke ayi hain....aapki mang ko pura karna .....mere

kartavya hain.....main aapko koyi daan ya pher daya nehi kar raha hun....main

sirf mera kartavya nibhane ka koshish kar raha hun.....
Shirin tried to splutter within the vehement cry--nehii Daya....main ye nehi

chahti hun...ke mere waja se....aap bhai behno ke beech me.....koyi

bhi.....anman....
Daya now said again in firm voice---nehi Shirin....aapki parai ya pher kharch

ka ek kari bhi....saxena khandan se...nehi ayega......aap befikar rahiye....
Neetji was astonished & looked at his younger son with sheer

surprise......Daya was again silent ....he didn't say any more....now Neetji

said to Diksha--Diksha .....ja...Shirin ko apne ghar me leke jaa....bechari

bohot thak gayi hain...aur..dekh ke..Sahil kya kar rahi hain..ha?
Diksha obediently nodded & held Shirin from behind to take her away.....as

they went on their way..now Neetji asked Daya--Daya...kya kehna chahta hain

tu?...
Daya nearly begged--papaji...please...aap isme apatti maat kijiye....wake hi

main aab bara ho gaya hun....mera farz banta hain..ke mere atithi ko main

seba karu....
Neetji couldn't understand clearly what Daya was trying to say..he only said

with a restlessness--lekin Dayaa..tera parai abhi kaha khatam huya hain?

Graduation, masters,doctorates..post doctorates...kitna sapna haina

tera?...tu...
Daya said with a placid voice--karunga na papaji.....par kam se kam ye kaam

to mujhe apne tarike se karne do papaji.....Neetji was trying to say

something but Daya interrupted him to say--nehi papaji...saxena khandan ki

kisi bhi business se kamaya huya paiso se nehi.....main....main....kuch na

kuch kisi na kisi tarike se to....
Neetji was helpless infront of his stubborn young son....he was surprised..&

couldn't stop him as he didn't want anything ever from him.....now as he was

trying to do something for such a wretched girl..how could he resist

him?...he smiled finally very lightly & said clenching Daya's hand

tightly---bete...mujhe tujhpe pura bharosa hain.....par kabhi aisa kuchh maat

karna............he stopped & couldn't say anymore....Daya was having a sharp

twinge of pain to listen to his father...he was trying to placate his anxiety

but before that Neetji again spluttered--agar tere....koyi luksaan ho gaya

na.....to .....tere ma....kabhi mujhe ....maaf nehi karegi bete.....Daya

patted his father's hairs..& then again said--papa...woh ...kandivali me..jo

flat nanaji mujhe deke gaya tha....woh khali haina?...
Neetji again surprised..& asked--ha..khali hi to hain...par kyu?
Daya said--tab mujhe lagta hain...ke Shirin aur Sahil ka rehne ka intezam

waha pe hi ho jana chaiye....
Neetji was restless--par Daya...Shirin waha pe akeli reh payegi?..Sahil to ek

chhota sa bachcha hain...
Daya's face became stern yet rueful...he said--usko rehna hi hoga

papaji...aur jisne apne bachpan se zindegi ke sath aise larkar...aaj bhi

himmat nehi hari....woh akele rehne se kabhi nehi daregi papaji....woh bohot

himmatwali hain...
Neetji was thinking minutely & then said --ha Daya..tune thik hi bataya...woh

to....kuchh bhi kar sakti hain...lekin main jo ye socha tha ...ke .woh dono

bhai behne...hamare sath hi rahenge...
Daya again cringed at the floor & the he said slowly--aapka soch bohot hi nek

tha papaji....par shayad ..is ghar me..rehte huye.....un dono ko hi bohot

taqleef hoga .....aise hi...apne aapko..hamare bojh....samajh rahi hain

woh...upar se...agar.....koyi kuchh bhi kahe.....tab....shayad woh tut jayegi

papaji....hume...ye...hamesha sochna chaiye ke.....
Neetji was nodding his face & said--ha ha..Daya...tu bilkul sahi kaha hain

...thik hain...wohi karte hain......

It was almost evening....Daylight already trailed away......Shirin was on the

terrace,she had still musing about the incident again & again & was thinking

whether her decision was right to come here.....she couldn't forgive herself

to be the cause of intense pain this family had to bear for her....at the

same time she was more than overwhelmed what she got so far from them...but

she hadn't accepted the way Daya paid her the respect & the reverence...how

could she cope with that? why Daya couldn't understand that his deep

respect,his suave & gentle words made her insane....the storm started to

twirl within her heart...which she couldn't stop...even if she wished

to....should she leave them?....but how could she leave them without

informing?..& if she ..would have to do that she wouldn't ever forgive

herself...cause the love the affection...Neet uncle had showered upon

her....she never could forget it....& how would she face Diksha

again?...no...she hadn't that strength to lose a friend like

Diksha....but.....Daya......
--didiiii....Shirin awakened getting Sahil's voice..& as she turned her face

she saw Sahil was in the lap of Daya....Sahil was looking very happy..he told

with excitement--didiiiii...dekho....Diksha didi ne mujhe ye video game diya

hain.....main Munni ke sath baithke khel raha thaaaa....
Shirin too was very happy inside to see her little brother happy...but she

said being restrained--achchha?...didi ko bhul gaya hain?
now Sahil ran to her & with his little hands he tried to engulf his sister &

said--nehi didi....isliye to main dekh ne aya hu...
Daya was chuckling ...Shirin tried to be peeved a bit & asked--kya?
Sahil said--ke tum kya kar rahi ho?...didi...Daya bhaiya ne mujhe bike pe bhi

charaya.....main jab bara ho jaunga...tab Daya bhaiya ke sath main bhi

college jaunga...gym me jaunga....bike pe charke.....
Both Shirin & Daya started to smile ...& now Shirin asked in a feeble voice

letting her eyes down---aap..use aur..pamper maat kijiye.....bohot badmash

hain woh..aap nehi jante hain...iske baad aapko...koyi kaam hi nehi karne

dega.....
before Daya could say anything Sahil said--didi..main khelne jau? Munni ke

sath?....nancy didi aur Diksha didi bhi hain waha par....he was restless...
Shirin ruffled his hairs & said--ha jao...par Munni ko tang maat karna thik

hain?...woh chhoti hain tumse....
Sahil nodded his face & ran towards the terrace gate.....
Daya said with a smiling face--aap bhi chaliye na Shirin...aapko...but shirin

interrupted him..& straight asked---aapne aisa kyu

kiya?...main...main....kaise....
Daya soon realised what Shirin was trying to mean...he told with a sheer

placidity in his voice--aap abhi bhi us baat ko lekar pareshan hain?...
Shirin was fidgeting inside,with a bit perturbance she said--ha...main

pareshan hun ....kaise ...main aapka is rhin ko.....utar paungi?..ye aap...
Daya again said with that level of serenity---maine to aapko bola

na.....ke...main..aap ko ...koyi daan nehi kar raha hun......main bas....mera

farz ko.....nibhane ka.....koshish kar raha hun......
Shirin was facing opposite Daya...& she again asked ---aapko....mahan ban na

hain....to aap beshak baniye....par...aap mujh par..itna karz ka

bojh.....kyu...kyu...dal rahey hain?..within just few moments she understood

that she shouldn't be that much rough...she was reproaching herself

inside--ye maine kya kiya?....jo mujhe...is bure waqt me....aise....mujhe

madat karne ke liye..do haat bara diya....main use hi.......kitni...buri hun

main...aise baat mere muh se ....kaise...nikal gayi?......floating away with

various thoughts she totally forgot that Daya didn't give any answer to

her....she was scared & ashamed to look at him.....but when the silence was

going unbearable for her..she turned back her face..to see Daya...&

saw....that Daya was standing ..helding the railings of the terrace...he

probably went ruminative...& his face was lugubrious & pale......as she was

watching him minutely..his two glistening... deep eyes...she didn't skip to

notice.....Shirin was squirming within herself in a sharp pain...& just that

moment she heard his drenched voice---nehi Shirin...na to main....koyi mahan

hun....na ban paunga....aur na kabhi ban na chahta hun...main ek bohot ..aam

insaan hun,he was sinking deep into the thought as he was talking.....
Shirin tried to splutter--I'm sorry Daya...aap mujhe maaf kar dijiye.....I

didn't want to hurt you....
Daya smiled ruefully & said---maloom hain Shirin....main jab saat saal ka

tha.......tab..papa ne mujhe bataya tha.....ke daswa..biswa...ya pher teeswa

janam tithi me.......mere ma.......narayani banke ayegi.....aur mere hatho

se....khana khake jayegi......
Shirin was listening with rapt attention & veneration in her eyes......
Daya continued---tabse....mujhe ye yakeen ho gaya tha......ke....zarur...un

janamdino me......ma ayegi......kisi dusre rup me......kisi dusre ke andar

se.........he again smiled ruefully & continued---aur...ayi bhi.....mere

daswa janam tithi me......mere khoye huye dai ma ....agayi thi.....dai ma

...jo ki bachpan se...mujhe bara kiya tha....mere har natkhatpan aur shararat

ko jhelte huye...mujhe bara kiya tha.....ek ma ki mamta se.......
a gale of pain was dashing onto the shore of Shirin's heart....but she was

numb....just to listen Daya with more attention.....Daya kept mum for a few

seconds ...& then continued---par main......main...unke prati.....mere farz

na nibha paya Shirin......unki pyar aur mamta ke badle me.....is ghar

ne...use diya....sirf...aapmaan....woh chali gayi........bina kisiko

batake......aur.....jisdin woh chali gayi thi.....us din.....us din

mujhe...aisa laga tha.....ke.....his voice strangled in ineffable pain ..but

he tried to continue---ke....ma ko.....bohot taqleef ho raha

hain.....chhatphata rahi hain..woh......he was panting a little probably to

mitigate the exquisite pain he had inside......
Shirin was speechless....was totally confounded to hear from Daya.....now

Daya turned his face towards her...& said with fervour in

voice---usidin..se.....main....intezaar karte raha.......mera biswa janam

tithi ka.........in paanch salo me......har ek din......main sirf...isi din

ke liye hi..intezaar karte raha.......staring at the sky he was speaking in

his own flow----mujhe biswas tha......ke.....ma zarur ayegi........yagna ke

ek ek pal beet raha tha.......aur jaise.....teardrops were falling from his

eyes...but he was unconcious about it---jaise......mere biswas...aur bhi

majboot ho raha tha........pher.....pher......aap....aye.....mere ma ko apne

andar leke......his voice became more gentle---diya to...apne

mujhko....Shirin.......aur jo...diya hain........woh.....kisi bhi tarike

se.....kabhi bhi....main chuka nehi sakta hun........kuchh bhi

karu.....magar.....aapki ye.......ehsaan.....kabhi nehi mitega......
Shirin was totally gobsmacked...Daya's supplication, his devotion was so

pure, so sacred, so gracious that inevitably it touched her soul.....& the

respect, the adoration for him was burgeoned within her rapidly.....she

turned back to hide her tear-suffused face...& silently wiped her tears

off....
Daya too kept a curb on his turbulent emotion...& then again said with a

gentle voice---maaf kijiye...main....thora....behek gaya

tha...par.....main..bas aapko......yehi kehna cha raha tha ke....
--bas...Shirin let out & then after a pause she continued---maafi to mujhe

mangna chaiye...jo.....bina jane sune....aapko.....itna bhala bura.....keh

diya....she then turned back to face Daya...& then said with a calm yet soft

voice---aapko jo achchha lage.......jaisa achchha lage......aap.....wohi

kijiye....Daya now smiled phlegmatically..but before he could say anyhting

Diksha came there...& said---arrey Shirin..tu yaha par hain?..chal na..neeche

chalte hain....Munni aur Sahil khel rahey hain.....
Daya slowly went out of there....& Shirin...?..within a few seconds ..she

burst into tears within the arms of her friend.....Diksha was trying to lull

her by patting gently---beete huye kal ko...bhul ja Shirin....aaj.se...tere

ek naye zindegi ka shuruyat hogi.......ro maat....ro maat Shirin.....
Shirin wished to shriek out..to appease her pain---tumse ....rhini..hokar..to

main dhanya hun Daya......main dhanya hun......

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Sareeta

@sareeta

Sparkler

Posted: 17 years ago

#17

Suchi - Hi there - As Morgoth pointed out, the use of "..." would need to be cut down. THe narration could be more crisp.

Also , the acutal conversation or dialogue is not differentiable from the story narration because of the quotation marks missing. And the since the actual conversation is in Hindi, it only makes it more difficult.

Also, you might want to break the text into different paragraphs indicating a new context or what ever , rather than it being a rather continuous string of words.

Jus some quick observations.

Cheers,

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Suchi

@suchi_dev2006

Voyager

Posted: 17 years ago

#18

thanks sooooooooo much Sareeta for pointing out the places where I can improve or I have to change,I will keep that in my mind ,pls feel always free to indiacte where I could improve , thanks so much for letting me know

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Sareeta

@sareeta

Sparkler

Posted: 17 years ago

#19

Most welcome Suchi. Glad I could be of help! :-)

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Suchi

@suchi_dev2006

Voyager

Posted: 17 years ago

#20

PART 16

Next Day... [6.30 A.M]

Daya went to the gym as per his daily routine...but today he was unmindful,

he couldn't understand how he would fund Shirin & Sahil's study....Yesterday

he told it...but........he was mulling it over since the time he woke up in

the morning....today he would have to pick up the form for Shirin...& talk

with the school committee too for the admission of Sahil......after

completing the work out session he was going out...but Kedar bhai

interrupted him...Kedar Kumar Jindaal..aka Kedar bhai of everyone..who loved

Daya like his younger brother...he told in a noisy bustle---hey

Dayaaa...what's up man??....Daya smiled lightly though that couldn't hide

his worry & tension....Kedar was a bit surprised & asked--kya huya champ?

..aaj itne subha subha tera surat aisa kyu hain?..are you all right?
Daya nodded his head cowering at the ground..& smiled lightly...but Kedar

wasn't satisfied & said --chal mere sath....
Daya was astounded & asked--kaha?...
Kedar nearly dragged him to a newly invented coffee shop & asked him to sit

on.....Daya was a bit reluctant & said--nehi kedar bhai....aaj bohot kaam

hain....der ho jayega....main....
Kedar was as stubborn as rock & people just can't ignore & avoid this man's

affectionate compelling..at least Daya couldn't do it......so finally he sat

..& now Kedar ordered for one cold coffee & one green tea..then he said in a

bantering voice--tujhe kya laga? main nehi janta hun...ke how much fitness

concious you are?...he then again shrieked out --hey..green tea sugarfree se

banana..samjhe?
Daya smiled lightly..but he was silent.....now Kedar asked him--kya baat

hain champs.....kis soch me aise khoye huye hain?...ye umru me agar itna

chinta karega...to dus saal baad kya haal hoga? ha?....kaise samhalega apne

biwi, bachche aur office ka tension?...he busrt into a chortle after

finising his words...but he wasn't a man who finished his words so

early..but he was a man who likes to chatter constantly......to see Daya's

silence he again said---arrey ye umru to masti karne ka hain?...ahhh..yaad

ata hain...jab mera umru....bees ikkis saal tha.....tab main......kitna

masti karte rehta tha....dosto ke sath bhai behno ke sath.....
now Daya couldn't resist himself..even within the profound thought...he

smiled & said---to aab kya tum kuchh kaam masti karte ho?..
Kedar too smiled to see Daya smiling..& then very cleverly he asked

again--ye suhana waqt ko...aise kharab kyu kar rahey hain champs?
Daya went silent suddenly....& now after a pause he very unexpectedly asked

in a low voice---mujhe koyi kaam de sakte ho Kedar bhai?....
Kedar was so much surprised that he got a hiccups while sipping

coffee.....he stared at Daya with mute astonishment for about one minute...&

then he asked--par ..tu to abhi college me hain...aur....tera

to.......family business bhi......he stopped suspecting something

wrong......
Daya was cringing down at the table...he was silent too.....
now Kedar smiled again & said--kya baat hain champs?...ghar me jhagra kiya

hain?....ya pher..apne haseena ko lekar bhagne ka plan hain, ha?
Daya was silent & gazing vacantly at the table....now Kedar started to

hum--humne ghar chhora hain......rasmo ko tora hain....kyu?...tujhe kya

lagta hain...kedar bhai ko kuchh samajhme nehi ata hain, ha?...usdin jo

haseena akar tujhe dhun rahi thi...kya naam hain uski?..ha?...haaaa..yaad

aya hain..Hema......hey kya elope to nehi karega tu use...ha?
Daya was a bit irritated & said--kedar bhai...main mazak nehi kar raha

hun....Kedar became silent & again was watching Daya minutely to realise his

mind.....now Daya spluttered very slowly....in a low

voice---woh........usdin jo tum........reception me......keh rahey

the......ke.........advertise ke liye......ek model chaiye....jise...ek

achchha structure ho......
Kedar frowned & said--ha....
Daya asked lowered his eyes down--kya woh model aapko mil....gaya hain?
Kedar said--nehi..dhun raha hun...is gym me to...koyi razee nehi

huya....dekh..mujhe woh Shyam saab ne kaha hain ke...mera jana pehchana koyi

ek ladka ho....jo koyi nakra chhakra nehi karega...isliye hi to.....
Daya interrupted & said---agar....main karu...to?
Kedar was totally stupefied....he was so much bamboozled that couldn't speak

a single word for a couple of minutes...he goggled his eyes at Daya & said

with stark surprise--tu??? tu karega???....
Daya pleaded--ha..kyu kar nehi sakta hu???kya mera chehra..suit nehi karega?
Kedar now burst into a loud chortle & said--tu..aur model??????...pata hain

tujhe..ke kya karna hain??? ha?...ye ek health product ka ad hain...shirt

utarkar apna bicep dikhana parega....aur tu keh rahey hain tu???? he again

burst into a loud laughter.....
now Daya clenched Kedar's hand & nearly begged --main mazak nehi kar raha

hun Kedar bhai...main wake hi ye kaam karna chahta hun.......Kedar stopped

laughing & stared at him with surprise & a bit worry...Daya lowered his

eyes....Kedar now again asked Daya...but this time seriously---ye tu kya keh

rahy hain Daya?...kya tu camera ke samne models ki tarha pose de sakega?
Daya nodded his head looking at the table......Kedar still couldn't recover

from such a shock....he shaked his head violently & said--nehi Daya....tu ye

kar nehi payega.....
Daya now firmly said--aisa koyi kaam nehi hain Kedar bhai ke koyi nehi kar

sakte hain...har kaam har koyi kar sakte hain.....
Kedar was stunned to see Daya's determination..still he again asked---shirt

utarke....apna bicep....dikha ...sakta hain tu?
Daya averted his glance...& then silently nodded his head....
Kedar was a bit worried..but agreed reluctantly & said--thik hain....kal gym

ke baad tujhe le jaunga......
Daya stood up & said---aaj jau kedar bhai..bohot kaam hain....
Kedar sighed & asked slowly--ek baat puchhu tujhe?.....abhi...tere jaise ek

brilliant aur meritorious student ko.....parai chhorke....modelling me...ane

ka...aisa kya zarurat par gaya?...
Daya again cringed down & answered---parai nehi chhor raha hun kedar

bhai....bas yehi samajh lena....ke.....samne ek kaam agaya hain.....jiske

liye..bohot paise ki zarurat hain......Kedar was going to ask something

else..but before that Daya scarpered from there in hurry....

[Three days later]

Daya had been taken to an ad agency by Kedar.There the manager talked with

him & said he couldn't be in a contract with him as he wasn't a professional

model..Kedar was totally embarrassed as he understood that the manager was

trying to exploit Daya to see his modesty & suaveness....even he had lowered

the price too...but Daya agreed.....even against the wish of Kedar....he had

to appear for a photo session for about ten hours..& then he was paid about

three lakhs...The manager told that when the ad would be printed on the

magazine..then the rest two lakhs would be paid to him....Daya agreed..it

was enough for him at that moment...as it could afford the admission of

Shirin & Sahil & the rest expenses....He had returned happily to his

home..but there was a complete boisterous bustle in the hall..Mitali was

furious...as Daya just peeped out he saw Mitali was standing infront of

Diksha & Shirin with a whip in her hand.....She was flaming in

anger....Diksha was begging helplessly infront of her sister-in-law..&

Shirin was so much surprised ..she just couldn't move.....Daya was

stupefied..his eyes went wider to even think what was going to happen...a

frisson of scare & excitement just went passed within him......As Mitali

raised her hand to lash....Daya just ran there & pushed Shirin & Diksha

away....which leaded..a deep injury upon his cheek....Mitali was cracking

the whip again & again to leave Daya smeared with blood....Diksha & Shirin

was squalling in fear.....but this time Daya..could hold the whip in his

hand.....& compelled her to stop.....Mitali was fuming & growling in enraged

rave...her eyes were emitting the ray of sheer hatred & repugnance...she

goggled her eyes with a basilisk stare..just to finish him with it....but

Daya this time was calm & determined.....he too stared at Mitali..but with a

calm & tranquil eyes....Mitali was trying to snatch the whip but she

couldn't.....Daya took the possession of it.....& then threw it over the

floor....Mitali was still flaming in anger...but Daya went towards Diksha's

room taking Shirin & Diksha along with him .......
Diksha was nearly shuddering in fear...& crying as well....Shirin was just

appalled....Daya tried to mollify the scare of his sister.....
Shirin could only say--aapko....chot.....paucha....
Daya said wiping his blood off---kal subha...aap aur Sahil ...Kandivali ke

flat me shift ho jana....bas...thora sa..taqleef karke....aap...is raat

ko...guzar dijiye......aise....aap chinta maat kijiye.....main aur Diksha

...waha ka sab intezaam kar denge.....
Shirin was tossing & turning within herslef..now she couldn't be quiet &

spluttred--aap aise maat kahiye....pls...mujhe...
Daya folded his hands together & said--nehi Shirin....aaj jo kuchh bhi

huya...uske liye main....maafi mangta hun.....ho sake to.....maaf kar

dena...
Shirin was crinkled in shame & guilt..she was going to speak something but

before that Daya scarpered from the room....
Shirin stared at the way vacantly..with doleful eyes & muttered within

herself---maafi to...main mangungi....bhagwan ke...pass....jo mere waja

se....aapka sar jhuk gaya........aap...kabhi apna sar ko.....aise

maat....jhukaiye...Daya.....kabhi maat jhukaiye......

Edited by suchi_dev2006 - 17 years ago