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CHAPTER 5
Ishita's POV
Mihika kyu meri pareshaani nahi samajh paa rahi? Main use kaise samjhau mere reasons? Woh toh sab janti hai phir bhi iss tarah behave kar rahi hai. Maine bahout mushkil se apni yeh duniya basai hai... ek aisi duniya jahan meri izzat hai... ek aisi duniya jisme main khush hu...! Ise basane ke liye bahout badi keemat chukai hai maine... bahout badi.. aur main ise zaaya nahi hone dungi..!
(Why Mihika is unable to understand my problem? How am I supposed to explain her my reasons? She is behaving this way, although she knows everything.. with lot of difficulties I have finally settled down in this world of mine.. a world where I have respect... a world within which I am content.. I have paid a big toll for this life... really big and I wont waste it..!)
Mere andaar aisa bahout kuch hai jo ek aadmi kabhi apni biwi mein nahi chahega.. ek ko aazma chuki hu..aur muh ke bal giri bhi hoon...doosre ko aazmane ke liye himmat nahi hai ! Aur ek baari ke liye maan lete hai, Raman ko sab sach bata deti hoon aur woh mujhe accept bhi kar lete hai.. magar unki family ka kya?! Woh log kabhi mujhe accept nahi karenge..iski main guarantee de sakti hu..! And sympathy is something which I can never tolerate.. Life jaisi chal rahi hai chalne do ! I thought determined stronger than ever.
(There are a lot of things which a man would never accept in his wife.. I have tried one.. and failed miserably.. I don't have the strength to try another! And for once, let us assume, I explained everything to Raman and he is ready to marry me.. what about his family?! they wont ever accept me.. I can guarantee that ! and Sympathy is something which I can never tolerate...Let the life be the way it is !)
With this, she dried her tears and closed the window of her room.
Next Morning,
Today she wasn't feeling like going to office. Too tired by night long battle of heart and mind. So she decided to stay back at home and gift herself some peace. She called Anamika to inform about the same.
"Go Ahead.. no issues! Waise bhi aaj kal sir nahi aa rahe toh.. definitely tera mann bhi nahi lagega office mein!" Anamika said with a naughty glint.
(Go ahead.. no issues! Even sir is not coming these days, you must not be feeling like coming to the office!)
"Nothing like that!" I defended.
"Yeah right.." Anamika said.
"Okay then, inform me agar koi priority notification aae toh!" I said and ended the call.
(Okay then, inform me if any priority notification comes!)
Hmm.. Yeh toh ho gaya.. What next?! Waise aapko shayad pata nahi hai ki main baking master hu. Khayenge?
Fine.. Main cake bake karti hu aap sab ke liye..! Chocolate cake..
(Hmm.. this is done What next?! I guess you don't know that I am baking master.. wanna have it? Fine.. I'll bake a cake for you! Chocolate cake..)
"2 cup milk.. 2 tbl spoon all purpose flour.. Sugar.. Cocoa powder.. And mix mix mix..!" I mumbled to myself while preparing the cake batter.
Honestly.. I love baking.. It's kind of stress buster for me.. And right now, that's what I need the most..!
She poured the batter into a buttered baking tray and carefully placed it in the preheated oven. Timer was set to 15 mins.
Abb kya karein? Ummm.. Koi achhi si book padhte hai..!
(Now what? Ummm...' lets read a good book!)
She glanced at her book shelf and started looking for something nice to read. She ran her hand through the shelf, touching the covers of books when her hand touched Pride and Prejudice. She took out the book and opened it. She caressed the first page, Regards Raman.
She closed her eyes with a deep sigh.
Aise kaise chalega Ishita.. ?! Raman ko bhulna bhi chahti ho aur nahi bhi... Unhe yaad bhi karna chahti aur nahi bhi.. Aise toh tum kabhi bhi apne decision pe kayam nahi reh paugi. Agar decide kiya hai, toh tumhe apne faisle pe tikna bhi padega.
(How can this go on? You want to forget Raman and not.. you want to remember him and not... Like this you will never be able to stay firm on your decision.. If you have decided.. then you have to be firm on it!)
Her trail of thoughts were broken by the door bell.
*Ting tong*
*Ting tong*
"Iss samay kaun aaya hoga?" I wondered as I unlocked the door carefully.
(Who can come at this time?)
She was taken aback by the person standing at her door step.
"Aap? Yahan? Woh bhi iss waqt?" Was all I could murmur.
(You? Here? Now?)
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Raman's POV
Aaj ka din bahout important hai.. Mere liye.. Ishita ke liye.. Aur humare rishte ke liye.. Aaj kuch bhi ho jaye main saari sachhai janke rahunga..! Main apne har sawal ka jawab lunga... Inn chaar dino mein maine ek baat realize karli hai ki Ishita ke bina meri zindagi adhuri hai...and main use convince kar lunga.
(Today is an important day.. for me.. for Ishita and for our relation.. no matter what happens, I will make her confess the truth.. I will make her answer all my questions.. in these four days, there's one thing I have realized that my life is incomplete without her!)
Don't worry.. Mera use pressurise karne ka koi iraada nahi hai.. Na he koi zor zabardasti ka.. Maine simply usse ek strong reason maang na hai..aur kuch bhi nahi ! Valid reason milta hai toh chapter wahin close aur agar nahi..toh use Mrs Bhalla banne se koi nahi rok sakta..! He smiled at his own thoughts.. Mrs Bhalla!
(Don't worry.. I don't plan to pressurize her or force her! I am simply going to ask for a strong reason, nothing else! If I get a valid reasons that's good.. and if not.. then no one can stop her from becoming Mrs Bhalla)
He drove through the streets of Mumbai with his fingers tapping the steering in the anticipation of the upcoming important moment of his life. He parked his car outside the Ishita's apartment and stepped out. He checked himself in the rear view mirror and adjusted his BurBerry watch.
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He stood in front of her door. He rubbed his sweating palms and with a deep breath he pressed the door bell. After two bells, she opened the door and as expected she was shocked to see him. She was looking amazing as always. Fresh and gorgeous, in plain white kurta and blue denims with a scarf wrapped around her neck. Her long black hair tied in a bun.
I just don't understand her love for scarfs..I mean ghar mein bhi? But her collection is amazing for sure.
(I just don't understand her love for scarfs.. I mean in house as well? But her collection is amazing for sure!)
"Aap? Yahan? Iss waqt?" She managed utter.
(You? Here? Now?)
"Haan kyu? Main nahi aa sakta?" I asked.
(Yes, Why? Am I not allowed?)
"Nahi..!" She blabbered.
(No!)
"Nahi?!"
(No?!)
"Mera matlab of course aap aa sakte hai.. Bas I'm surprised!" She covered up.
(I mean.. of course. you can come..im surprised!)
"Andar aa jau ? Yaa yahin khada rakhogi ?" I said, enjoying her state was nervousness.
(Shall I come in? or you are going to make stand here only?)
"Yes please..!" She said as she opened the door wide for me.
I was about to say something but suddenly there was a beep like a timer went off.
"Ahh.. My cake..! Aap please baithiye main abhi aai" she said, but before she could leave.
(Ahh..my cake! Please make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a while!)
"Main baithne nahi aaya hoon.. Whatever you're doing finish it fast and get ready. Hume site pe jana hai.. Tum chutti pe thi isliye ghar aana pada.. " I said, rather coldly. She stood there, surprised by my behavior.
(I'm not here to sit and chit-chat. whatever you are doing finish it fast and get ready.. we have to visit site! you were on holiday that's why had to come home!)
Good.. Very good Raman! I mentally applauded myself.
"I guess tumne sahi se suna nahi! We need to hurry.. !" I said.
(I guess.. you didn't heard me well.. we need to hurry!)
"I'm sorry...! Aap chalo..main bas abhi aayi.." She replied.
(I'm sorry... you leave I'm right behind you!)
"Better! I'm waiting for you downstairs!" I said and left, not letting her speak anything else.
He stood near his black beauty with his Ray Ban's on! He was checking mails on his BlackBerry. Suited in light blue shirt and beige trousers, he was surely attracting quite a lot female attention.
Two young girls passing by were fan girling. "Haaye.. Kitna handsome banda hai yaar!" One of them squealed.
(Gosh.. he is so handsome!)
"Handsome?! Please.. He's qaatil !" The other one exclaimed with a sigh.
(Handsome?! Please.. he's killer!)
He heard their convo and smiled looking up from his BlackBerry.
"Look..look..he smiled! Tauba..those dimples !" The girls said excitedly.
(Look..look he smiled! my goodness.. those dimples!)
Ishita who had arrived by now, looked on irritated or rather jealous. She waited to be noticed but gave up soon. She cleared her throat in utter irritation. "Chalein?!" She asked.
(Shall we?!)
He was doing that intentionally and you know why!
Kya baat.. Madam jealous hai?! Not a bad start..! I celebrated my first win with a mischievous grin.
(Good... Madam is jealous?! not a bad start)
"Sir?! Abb der nahi ho rahi?" She snapped me out of my thoughts.
(Sir?! we are getting late, aren't we?)
"Hmm.." I said as I unlocked the car. She secured her seat. Before settling down in the car, I waved them good bye, ignited the engine and drove away.
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Ishita's POV
Qaatil...?! Kitni besharam ladkiyaan hai aaj kal..? Kisi bhi mard ko hot, handsome, qaatil bolne lagti hai... Aur Raman? Kaise smile kar rahe the unhe dekhke..! Aur toh aur good bye bhi kiya..? Matlab.. Hadd hai yaar! I fumed in anger as he drove to the destination.
(Killer.?! how ill mannered girls were those? They start calling any guy hot, handsome and killer.. and Raman?! How was he smiling looking at them! and he even waved them good bye? this is limit!)
She glanced at him. He was looking qaatil, true! Blue color was looked heavenly on him with his muscles peeping out.
He noticed her watching him intently. "Aise ghurogi toh nazar lag jaayegi mujhe.. I know main kaafi handsome hu!" He said in a flirting tone.
(If you will stare me like this.. I will get caught by an evil eye)
Her cheeks turned crimson red. She looked away embarrassed.
Uff.. Ishita! Control yourself... Abb kaun besharam hai ? I mentally scolded myself.
(Uff.. Ishita! Control yourself... look who's ill mannered now?)
Waise iss adami ki samajh nahi aa rahi mujhe..! Ghar par itna rude tha.. Aur abb? Abb dekhein janab ko, flirt kar rahe hai !
(I just cant understand this man..! at home, he was so rude and look at him now? he is flirting!)
Soon enough they reached the site. He parked the car and they stepped out. He put on his Ray Bans.
"Design mein thodi confusion hai.. Tum ek kaam karo, engineers ko jaake thik se samjha do! I'll join you in a while." He said.
(There is some confusion in design.. so do one thing, go and explain everything to engineers once again!)
"Okay sir!" I replied and went ahead to the engineers.
She was checking through the building designs and work progress in this week, when an engineer came up to her.
"Ma'am, yeh cement contract renew karna hai, toh aap ek baari contract papers thik se padh lijiye aur boss ke sign karva lijiye!" The engineer said.
(Ma'am, this cement contract has to be renewed.. so will you just check the papers and get them signed by boss!)
"Thik hai, Sharma Ji main dekh leti hu!" I said while taking the papers from him.
(Okay.. Sharma ji, I will see to it!)
She walked to the Raman's office and knocked.
"Come in!" He called out from inside.
She pushed the door open and along with her entered a boy with a steaming cup of coffee. Raman was too engrossed in his file. The boy handed him the mug but it slipped and all the hot content of cup spilled on Raman's hand.
"Ouch!!" He sumwat screamed as he began moving his hand to and fro to lessen the burning sensation.
"Raman..!!" I freaked out as I rushed by his side. "Aap thik toh hai?" I asked worried and grabbed his hand to have a look at the burns. His hand was all red, while the boy who brought the coffee stood there with his hands folded begging forgiveness.
(Raman! Are you alright?!)
"Kya kar rahein ho yaar?! Haath jal gaya inka.. dhyan kahan rehta hai? Aise kaam karte hai..?" I began scolding the boy unstop.
(What are you doing? his hand is burned.. where is your attention? this is how we work?)
"It is fine, Ishita!" Raman tried to calm me.
"What fine? Haath dekhein apna.. kitna laal ho gaya hai.. Murgan!" I was nearly in tears seeing his hand. "Abb yahan kyu khade ho.. thanda paani lekar aao!" I scolded the boy again.
(What fine? Look at your hand, it is all red! Now what are you waiting for, go and bring some cold water!)
The boy nodded and left in a hurry. She tried touching the burns but backed off as he winced in pain.
"So..or.r...y!" I fumbled with my words but didn't left his hand.
They boy soon appeared with a bowl of ice water and left. Ishita dipped his hand in the ice water gently and carefully. "Abhi thik ho jayega !" Assuring him but it looked like she was assuring herself. Raman smiled at her gesture as she applied the ointment. A wisp of hair was disturbing her again and again. He gently tucked the strand behind her ear and she froze. She finally realized their position. They were close.. really close.
(It will be fine soon!)
"Kya abb bhi tum yeh he kahogi that you don't love me?" he whispered in her ear huskily.
(Will you still say that you don't love me?)
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Raman's POV
Kuch clear ho yaa na ho.. Ek baat toh saaf hai.. That she loves me. Shayad jitna main usse pyaar karta hu usse kayi jyada...Magar kuch hai jo use rok raha hai.. Aur mujhe woh he Janna hai.
(One thing is clear... that she loves me. maybe even more than me. but there is something which is stopping her.. and I have to know that!)
He couldn't help but smile at her innocence. She stopped and looked at him.
"Kya hua? Ruk kyu gayi.? Dawai lagao!" I said with a mischievous glint.
(What happened? Who asked you to stop? apply the medicine!)
Like an obedient child, she resumed applying ointment on his burns.
"Haan.. Toh main kya keh raha tha? Yes.. Abb toh tumhe shayad apni statement badal ni padegi..!"
(Yes.. where was I? yes.. you will have to change your statement now!)
"Aisa kuch nahi hai..! Main aapke liye concern hu kyunki aap mere boss hai.. Usse jyada aur kuch nahi..!" She replied, firm in her point.
(Its nothing like that! I am just concerned for you because you are my boss.. nothing else!)
Ahhaa.. I like it.. Itni stubbornness... Woh bhi tab when you have lost it completely.. Good going Mrs Bhalla... Takkar ki hai boss!
(Ahha..I like it.. so much stubbornness.. that too when you have lost it completely! Good going Mrs Bhalla... she is of your competition!)
"Main concern ki baat nahi kar raha.. Main toh inn aansuo ki baat kar raha hu.." I replied as I wiped the corner of her eye.
(I am not talking abt concern.. I'm talking abt these tears!)
"Main iss dard ki baat kar raha hu jo tumhari aakhon mein dekh raha hai...mujhe taqleef mein dekh ke!" I said as she pretended as if she is least concerned.
(I'm talking abt the pain I can see in your eyes!)
"Jee nahi !" she replied still adamant.
(Oh No!)
"Jee haan! Kab tak khud se jhoot bologi ?" I probed her further.
(Oh yes! Up to when you will lie to yourself?)
"Main jhoot nahi bolti!" she replied firm.
(I don't lie!)
"Aaj tak main bhi yeh he samajhta tha..! Par main galat tha.." I said.
(I used to believe that till now! But I was wrong!)
"Sir.. please !" She said as she backed off. "Yeh cement contract renew karne ke liye papers hai... aap please check karke sign kar dijiyega !" She added and began to leave.
(Sir please...! these are the papers for renewing the cement contract.. please check and sign them!)
"Ishita, jhoot bolna asaan hai... magar chhupa na bahout mushkil...I know you love me and I will make you confess... I promise!"
(Ishita, lying is easy.. but hiding that lie is very difficult.. I know you love me and I will make you confess... I promise!)
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