Its been a year raghu moved to US..he got busy in his studies.. he wanted to spend more n more time on his studies and wanted to make a good career..
he joined his professor as a research intern.. his professor liked his work and offered him to migrate his MS to PhD after a semester itself..
he happily joined doctorate program..and then he din't had much time to go back to India.. he had his complete focus on his work...
but he course din't forget his family and Antara esp..
he used to call them as he gets time..all family members were very happy with his achievements..
but they were sad too as he was not able to come back as soon as they wanted to see him...
When Sid and Simmi got married he came to home for a few days.. but left soon..
he tried to talk to antara.. but she din't seem to be interesting.. and he din't get a single chance to talk to her..
and then he left after a few days..
he was in his flight and going back to US.. leaning back to his seat.. he closed his eyes.. and remembered when last night he tried to talk her..
- - - - - - - - -1 night before - - -
it was 2 pm.. everybody slept as they all were tired due to workload..all rituals were done..
Raghu was sleeping in his room.. he was very tired too..suddenly he felt very thirsty and he woke up..he was hungry too.. he couldn't had dinner because he was so tired that he just slept once he got chance... he picked the jar kept on his table..
it was empty..
oh! god! he got irritated..he put on his vest and came downstairs..
hall was very bright because of all decoration and lightings..he went into the kitchen and had some water..
he got some food from the fridge and after reheating it he took a plate and came out..
he was feeling restless... "tomorrow i'll go back.. and i've not got a chance to talk to her.. in past one year she din't talk to me much.. she never called me by herself.."
he was lost in thoughts.. he opened the main door and came out in the garden..weather was cold and he felt better...he sat on a bench and had some food...he was walking in the garden.. when he saw some one on terrace... it's her..what is she doing there ?? he thought..
he ran inside the house.. and went to the terrace... antara was sitting on a chair.. and was drawing something... he walked towards her..
she felt his presence.. and looked at him.. he din't stop..and kept walking towards her..
she got up from chair.. collected her stuffs and was about to leave...
miss call.. he called her..
she stopped..
yahan kya kar rahi thi..?
she din't reply..
miss call..??
kuchh nahi...
he walked towards her.. and snatched her file from her...
she din't turn and stood facing her back to him...
sketch bana rahi thi..?? he asked coming closer to her...
nahi..ab nahi banati..
ek baar mujhse puchh to leti..he whispered in her ears..
he moved her hairs to front..and whispered on her skin.. "mera sketch banane se pahle meri permission to leni chahiye thi.. "...
she felt her rough lips caressing her skin sending shivers through her spine...
she turned and looked in his eyes..kya aapne mujhse puchha tha.. jane se pahle.. ya batata ho??
matlab mera hi bana rahi thi...
a lone tear rolled on her cheek...she snatched her file from his hand.. and walked away..
he followed her and held her wrist..
miss call.. i need to talk to u... he said firmly...
she removed his hand from her wrist... aap jaiye yahan se...
ya aap yahan rahiye aur main chali jati hoon...
she tried to run..and in process to hold her hand he pulled her dupatta...
she stopped.. but din't turn..
he put her dupatta on his neck..
miss call.. he held her hand and pulled her into him...
he wiped her tear drop with his thumb...
and pinned her to a wall...
she din't look at him..and lowered her eyes..neither she struggled to free herself..
he saw her moist eyes.. and looked at her wrist... he was hurting her..so he left her hand.. none of them moved..
he placed both his hands on wall on her either sides..and leaned his head over her shoulder and but din't touch it..as if he hid her in his body..
she was not scared of him.. but still she was breathing hard because of his proximity..
she wanted to control herself.. but she wasn't able to..
he leaned more on her.. and pressed his body on her softly..
miss call.. ?
she din't reply..neither she looked at him..
miss call look at me.. she stayed still...she was not able to speak or move..
he took a deep breath... and lifted her chin with his finger..
Antara.. he made her look at him.. look at me...
her eyes were moist.. it was first time he called her by her name..
he always called her miss call...
he bended a bit to kiss her cheeks.. she looked away..
"isi waqt gaye the na aap us din..."
he looked at her... "aap jaiyen yahan se... kl flight h aapki.. aapko packing karni hogi.. meri wajah se late ho jayenge..."she said very slowly...
she removed his hand from the wall and starting walking towards stairs.. she din't even ask for her dupatta...
antara mujhe apni baat to kahne do.. jawab dene ka ek mauka to do..
she turned.. "magar maine apse kuchh nahi puchha..."
itni naraj ho mujhse..??
mujhe haq nahi hai aapse naraj hone ka...she said and ran away...
he came in his room.. kept her dupatta in his bag... and packed his stuffs..
- - - -
Raghu beta jaldi karl.. tumhari flight miss ho jayegi..
ji mom.. bas 2 min..
he kept staring at main gate.. but she din't come.. she left for her office in morning itself..
he was hurt..he now realises that unknowingly he had hurt her a lot..
he came to airport..and board the flight..
unknown to him she came to airport to see him.. but din't come in front of him...
comment:
p_commentcount