Guyz, I would have loved to entered this in th OS contest but couldn't wait to share it with you all…Tasha union kab hoga kaise hoga..soch soch ke bura haal hai…would kala be out of PN..or would she repent her ways(I doubt it)..Soch ke dimag ka dahi ho gaya…So cutting out all the sad details…lets jump to the time when Tasha will be together all is comparatively well in PN…Dutta and Nakkusha are living as husband and wife….everything looks great from outside and PN wasis are assuming that all is well between tasha too…but…jee haan but…due to the sad start of their second time married life…and all those hurtful things that had followed there are some distances left uncrossed. So this is a story where love is on both side…need is on both sides yet there is hesitation on both sides…of coming closer…zara zara..
OS: Aa Paas Aa
She looked like a siren calling out to the sailors and luring them in the depth of the ocean. But in her case the oceans were the depth of her huge green eyes….so innocent, so open. He was an excellent swimmer, after all he ruled the sea…but yet in those depths he didn't want to resist the pull of those waves in her eyes. He wanted to drown. What a death it would be! Her ebony tresses were tossed by the wind on her face. The wind played hide and seek in those soft silky maze. He never knew he could be jealous of breeze. But dear god, he was! It was his right to be entangled in those long dark bondages, not the wind. He should be the one who mess up her hair and create that lovely disarray. He couldn't help himself from moving towards her. She saw something in his eyes that made her look down shyly, biting her lips. She took a step back as he took a step towards her. She took another step back and was stopped by the wall behind. Ahaa! Ab kaha jayegi! She looked up to met his gaze for a second and immediately looked away trying to measure the distance to the door. Koshish kar le! As if she heard his mind she slid sideways towards the door but he stopped her with a hand besides her trapping her. She looked shocked and gulping she looked with flustered expression up at him. He leaned down towards her not knowing what he would do next but one thing was sure, she was not escaping him today at any cost. He leaned further down. Man, she was so small in front of him, so delicate and petite. She had 'Handle with care' written all over her porcelain body. He was hairbreadth away from the his target, those full, naughty lips which teased him no end. When they did their naughty thing again and parted, a husky breathy "saab.." escaped them. He wanted to drink his name from those lips. "Saab.."
"Saab, SAAAB!!"
Dutta woke with a start and sat up on the bed. Damn! Phir sapna? The thought of dreaming about his own wife like a callow youth made his mouth turn bitter. He looked up with irritation at the soul-source of his discomfort standing there innocently beside his bed looking at him curiously. The problem as it had always been that once he looked at her he always forgot to look away. No matter how angry he felt towards her. His eyes refused to follow his brain. It had been like that even when she was living behind that mask and it was so even when that mask was wash away. He had tried in these past days to decipher the mystery behind it at the cost of looking like a lost fool during his important meetings. Heavy cost it was too! Dhandey ki waat lagi hai, aur saala Dutta tu deewana ho raha hai! He and Baaji were going through a tough Damage control phase post Chaskar and Kalatai catastrophe. He had to negotiate a lot of lost ground and credibility to the investors and his maverick thoughts for his wife were inconvenient at those moments to say the least. But he had finally unraveled the mystery behind his attraction to her. It was that untouched, unworldly look of her face. The inert naivety and faith that was visible for all to see. It was there in that old nakkusha and it was there in this nakkusha. Itna kuch hone ke baad bhi, itni masoom kaise hai tu, nakku? he wanted to ask her that but knew she would not understand as she was totally unaware of her beauty. No, not the obvious outer beauty but that inner beauty that always pulled him towards her like a moth to flame.
"Kya hai?", he asked gruffly to hide his discomfort. She withered in front of his eyes at his growl. He closed his eyes immediately calling himself a thousand different fool. She looked at him and said softly,"Subah ho gayi hai. Wo.." She looked towards the door,"Wo baaji aapka intezaar kar raha hai. kissi meeting ke liye." Dutta remembered his meeting with those land dealers this morning and pressed his eyes with his fingers,"haan…wo..theek hai. use bol mai aata hai." She nodded and turned to go. His eyes followed her as she went around the room putting things he had thrown around last night before going to bed- his shoes, vest, watch, files…everything. She must have taken a bath just now. The water dripped from her unbound hair on her shoulder. She kept pushing it away, her sari was giving her some problem in dusting so she tucked the end to her waist. "Saab, wo pani garam kar diya hai. aap naha lo. Main kapade nikal deti hai. theek hai?" She looked up,"saab?" hmmmm…"app..amm..aap muskura kyu rahe hai?" Dutta recollected himself,"Nahi..nahi to. Mere kapade nikal de." She nodded as he threw away the blanket and went to the shower.
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She sighed a breath of relief. He behaved oddly sometimes. Shayad bahut pareshaan hai. kaam bhi bahut hai. she went to his wardrobe and pulled out his clothes. As she ironed the kurta she noticed a missing button. She was in a fix. Ab kya? Dusra nikalungi to fir istri karni padegi..tabtak saab aa jayenge..fir naraz ho jayenge..deer ho rahi hai..ek hi button hai..sill deti hai. She went to get the needle and button.
As her back was turned he came out and donned his kurta without noticing missing button. Nakkus turned back and said,"Saab?" Dutta- ab kya hua? Nakku- button? Dutta-buttonko kya hua? kisska button. Pankhey ka ya light ka? Nakku- aapke kurtay ka button mere hath mein hai..Dutta realized as he saw the torn button. Dutta- to khadi kyu hai laga de. Nakku came and stood in front of him and started sewing up the button. She felt his gaze on her and looked up but couldn't look away. Her hands moved on their own as she felt his breath warming her face, his eyes burning her insides. She knew he wanted her. Why didn't he say something? Anything? Kuch bolo na, saab. Kabhi to kuch kaho.
Dutta felt torn in two. His hands wanted to go around her waist and pull her close to himself but his brain couldn't make the move. How could he? After all the hurtful things he had said? Everything he has done. Did he still have the right? Before she used to tell him how much she loved him, but now she never said a word. He wanted a sign anything-a word, a touch anything that indicated that she still felt the same. That he had not lost it in his blind rage. Kuch bolti kyu nahi? Pahele to totey ko behara kar deti thi. Ab kuch to bol.
"Bhau, main kya bol raha tha….."
Dutta closed his eyes in frustration. Bas, ab to yahi bolega! Baaji took the scene in one glance and said with his eyes twinkling- bhau, yahan tera story nipat gaya to dandey pe chaale? Dutta glared at him- aye, aisa kuch nahi hai. wo button sill rahi thi. Baaji- oooo! Achcha to sill gaya naa? Ab chalna, apun waise bhi late hai. Dutta nodded but as he moved away he felt a tug at his front. She was still holding the lapel of the kurta in her hands. They went back to speaking and fumbling with their eyes.
Baaji- nakku? Nakkusha turned to look at baaji questioningly. Baaji-tu button tak rahi thi ya apna haath bhau ke kurtey pe sill rahi thi…ho gaya to bhau ko chod na. Jane ka hai re! Nakkusha came to her senses and jerked her hand away swiftly pricking his chest in haste. AWWW. Naku gasped- saab! Aapko laagi to nahi. Dekhaye na! wo main..main wo..Dutta mumbled- nahi ..main teek hoon..nai..wo…
Baaji scratched the back of his head- bas, ho gaya aaj ka meeting. Inka to roz roz ka lagta hai..baaji tu hi cut le. Bhau tu neeche aaja sab nipta ke..abhi to dawa-paati bhi lagegi…tereko itaa bada sui jo chubh gaya hai.
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She waited for him to come back. The dinner was over and everyone was going up to their rooms to sleep. Aaisaheb saw nakku looking at the door and smiled- Nakku, beta use deer ho jayegi. Tu javan ghiya. Nakku shook her head- nahi aaisaheb. Main unka intezaar karegi. Unhone bhi nahi khaya hoga. Aaisaheb nodded- barr! Theek hai.
She sat on the settee awaiting his return. She laid her head on the side and thought of this morning. She remembered his absorption in looking at her. He looked at her with the same love now as he did before their wedding. she smiled as she thought of yesterdays incidence. He was discussing some work in his office with some people. She had taken the tea tray to the room. As she was about to leave baaji had asked her to bring his the file kept on the side table near the door. She had moved to get the file all the while feeling his gaze on her back. She had felt so conscious of her every move. When she had handed the file to baaji she had seen from the corner of her at him. he was looking at her as he reached for the tea.but instead of the handle he had dipped his finger in the smoking tea. As his finger was singed he jerked it in a swift motion overturning the cup in his lap. She had yelped with pain in his place.
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She felt something cold and wet on her lips. She shivered a little as the cold trickle fell on her cheek running down to her neck like first drops of rain. She smiled she always dreamt of getting wet in rains. That was the only way she could feel it. Aai, kabhi barsaat mein nahi bheegne deti..ussko darr lagta …bolti hai..ki mera raag choot jayega..sab dekh lengey..pann sapney mein bheegne se kya darr. She turned a little as some more drops touched her shoulder and throat. Kitna achcha lagta hai? She could even hear the rains in her dream.
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They had been caught in the sudden downpour just a few miles away from Ratnagiri. The first rains of the season. Good. The farmers would have a good harvest this time. He was drenched in seconds in the hard shower while getting to the porch from the car. As he had entered the drawing room the first thing he noticed was the plate that was laid out on the table awaiting him. He knew it was not the only thing waiting up late for him. He turned his neck at a soft intake of breath. She was lying on the settee in a very precarious pose with total chance of falling off it in her sleep. Her head rolled to her side almost toppling her. He reached her in nick of time holding her head in his hand, supporting her. As he bent over her a drop of rainwater fell on her lips from his wet hair. She smiled in her sleep, a sweet child-like smile, filled with mystery and mischief. He had never ever dreamt that she could ever be mischievous. It was breathtakingly endearing. He shook his head making more droplets fall. Her smile deepened. He lifted her in his arms to take her up to their room. Yahan chod diya to kal jaroor zameen par millegee… She sighed as her hands encircled his neck.
"aai, bearish ho rahi hai..Bheegne dena.."He leaned in to catch her mumble.
She said something like a protest frowning a little. As he took a step to the stirs he caught some more florid mumbling.
"sapney mein kala raag dhultey kaun dekhega…mera sapna hai.." Dutta understood she was dreaming of rains. Of standing in the rains. He realized what it must have been like to live year after year under that false face. He had only seen the lie never the pain under it. He remembered how she was ridiculed the first day in this house by roops and…he stopped pushing away the memory. Her dreamy smile hit his heart like a sword. He suddenly felt very impulsive. Why not? Just for her.
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She felt like she was floating with a strong pair of iron-like arms holding her to earth. This dream was so beautiful. She had everything in this dream..freedom from her lie, freedom in rain and …and freedom to hold him to her. The music of the droplets falling on the ground increased. The chilling wetness in the air increased…the scent of wet soil in first rain assailed her senses…. And then the drops of the rain welcomed her body with icy cold needles. This was such a real dream..the best dream…so real….so…It was real.
She slowly opened her languid eyes and looked up at the dark shadow hovering up on her. The sky was lit up for a second in lightening few seconds later the sound cracked the air. She tightened her hold around his neck. His face was visible for a minute in the lightening. The look on his face made her heart sing with joy. Such tenderness, such love. She felt him smile at her. She smiled back helplessly. He turned around in circle looking up at the sky. She laid her head back enjoying the drops like Bappa was blessing them. Washing away the grief from their lives..the darkness, the lies, the pain, the misunderstandings..all were washed away..sab shubh..sab saaf. She thought. As if he heard her mind he looked down at her. He lifted her a little in his arms jostling her. She yelped and held him tight. He grinned like a naughty little boy as he drew her close. She raised her head at the same moment. They both met the other midway as their lips touched to taste the rains on the other. As they melted into each other the world and it's shackles melted away…binding them as one for eternity.
Jab Ghunghroon Si Bajti Hain Boondein
Armaan Hamare Palken Na Moondein
Kaise Dekhen Sapne Nayan
Sulag Sulag Jaaye Mann
Bheege Aaj Is Mausam Mein
Lagi Kaisi Yeh Agan
Rimjhim Gire Sawan
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