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Dutta shreeram patil's life was never smooth, at a very early age he lost his father, being the only child the responsibility of his mother and the house fell on his young shoulders but he didn't complain, he faced life with a smile and began working hard to earn a living.
After slogging for hours in a garage as a mechanic he still managed to keep that young and innocent boy alive in himself, thanks to the radiant smile of the love of his life, seema and the comforting lap of his mother where he would find solace. Whole day's exhaustion would just disappear in minutes when his mother brushed her fingers through his hair and he would slip away in a peaceful sleep dreaming of a simple life with both of them. So everyday he'd wake up and work towards fulfilling this dream.
However things took a dramatic turn when he caught seema cheating on him and why? Because she didn't wish to spend the rest of her life with a struggling mechanic, she desired money and a luxurious life which he couldn't afford to provide her. Therefore only to prove her wrong he stepped into an unknown dangerous territory of crime where he succeeded in making loads of money and attaining power but lost out on simple things of life. His lips no more curled into a smile, his eyes dared not to dream, how would they? When every night he'd drown himself into alcohol to forget what he did the whole day which included How he soaked his hands with the blood of other's? how everyday he killed the innocent and vulnerable dutta in himself ? and how the DUTTA BHAU became stronger and powerful, overruling him and his emotions?
Days turned into months, months into years and with each passing year the wall that he'd built around himself cutting away from the outside world, from any kind of relationship and from happiness in particular became harder and stronger till one day she entered into his life. She wasn't welcomed with open arms but still after remaining in isolation for years he gave himself and his life a second chance by marrying her.
With marriage his life treaded a different path, now he was not only the sole care taker of Patil vadi but he was also responsible for the happiness of this new person who left her parents home for him to be part of his world full of blood and gun shots and most importantly who accepted him as he was without attempting to change him even a bit.
Although in his long life span he shared very few relationships but he always did justice to them, be it with his parents, seema , work and now his wife. For five years he was a dutiful husband, doing all that was necessary to keep her happy and their marriage going. However today he felt like a failure, and why shouldn't he? After all the most important person and relationship of his life was battling for her own life because of him, Because he refused to give in to what she desired.
Taking her soft hand in his, he glanced at the life saving machine attached to her which was monitoring her heart beat with a microcomputer. Her beats were now steady and regular unlike a few minutes back when they were weak and irregular making the device send out a series of electronic pulses through fine wires leading to her heart. He closed his eyes and thought back to the conversation they had a few days back.
He came back home after attending a meeting and found her sitting on the bed with her hands covering her face. He could see her shoulders shaking and hear her sobbing softly.
" kya hua?" he asked worriedly walking up to her. His gaze fell on a big white envelope placed next to her. Picking it up he took out the papers from it and read them. They were her medical reports, once again her pregnancy test had turned negative. Her fallopian tubes were blocked making it impossible for her to conceive still she didn't lose hope and underwent several medications and medical treatments much to his dislike because with every treatment she'd endure severe physical pain and when the results would turn negative then she would suffer emotionally.
Pursing his lips he sat close to her and pressed her shoulder," hum dono ek dusre ke liye hain..kya itna kaafi nahin hai?" with tears rolling down her cheeks she looked at him and shook her head before saying," nahin hai..mujhe baccha chaiye." It pained him to see her agonized like this but he was helpless, they'd done everything that was possible.
" ab itne salon se koshish kar hi toh rahe hain..agar kismet mein nahin hai..toh kya kar sakte hain?" he lowered his head in disappointment and thought may be this was HIS way of punishing him. With his hands he'd taken away so many lives so maybe he didn't deserve to hold a new life with these blood stained hands.
" ek raasta hai." She said staring at nothing in particular.
"kya?" he asked turning his head.
" main maa nahin ban sakti ..par ..aap toh pitah ban sakte hain?"
"matlab?" he knotted his brows in confusion.
" aap ..kisi ..aur ke saath." She suggested gulping the lump formed in her throat. His eye brows ironed out as he realized what she meant, she wanted him to have a baby from some other woman! His eyes grew wide in shock and disgust. He stood up and wondered, had she really lost it? How could she even think that he'd do something like this?
" dimag kharaab ho gaya hai kya?" he barked through his greeted teeth. It wasn't easy for her as well but for the sake of having a child she was willing to take this huge step. Fresh tears glistened her eyes seeing his enraged and disappointed form. He curled his fingers in a fist and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He could understand her eagerness but what she was suggesting was absolutely impossible for him to do.
Holding her by her shoulders he pulled her up slowly and said," hum baccha godh bhi toh le sakte hain." She cupped his face in her hands and replied," par usmein aapki parchayi (shadow) nahin hogi..uska chehra..uski aankhein ..uski hansi ..aap jaisi nahin hogi." She wished to mother his child, she wanted to nurture his flesh and blood and not adopt some random child.
"Maan jaaiye na." she pled, fighting hard to hold back her tears. He flared his nostrils in rage and went out without uttering a word leaving her crestfallen.
For days he ignored her hopeful eyes, avoided talking to her fearing that she would definitely come up with this topic again. He worked more, spent most of the time out and came home only to sleep and that too after having his daily doze of whiskey. She also started taking the assistance of sleeping pills to induce some hours of sleep. Knowingly or unknowingly both of them were drifting away from each other but neither of them was willing to bow down.
One such night, lying on the bed he was staring blankly at the ceiling above while she was tossing and turning on her side of bed.
" neen nahin aa rahi?" he asked huskily. She turned to look at him then rolled over and snuggled close to him," aap agar haan keh do ..toh hum dono so sakte hain." He held her hand that was on his chest, her glass bangles tinkled, he liked that sound then closed his eyes in despair before asking," aisi kaunsi aurat hogi jo is sab ke liye raazi ho jaye ? jo apna baccha humein de de? Seeing him at least discuss the issue and not push it right away, flickered a hope inside her and she lifted her head to say something that made him explode like a volcano," kuch auratein hoti hain nah ..jo paison ke liye ..khudh ko." His eyes snapped open, she wanted him to sleep with a prostitute? The very thought cringed him and he sprang out of the bed. How desperate could she get to have a child that she was even willing to put their marriage at stake? He felt sick to the stomach!
" pehle toh mujhe taras aata tha..lekin ab woh bhi nahin aata." Shaking his head in disgust he stormed out of the house only to get a call in the wee hours of the morning informing that she was in the hospital after taking an over doze of sleeping pills.
He questioned himself, Was he really wrong by refusing her so that they could hold on to this relation which they'd shared for so long? Her fingers moved slowly in his hand snapping him out of his thoughts. He sat on the bed close to her, pressed his forehead against hers before kissing it softly. He looked deep into her eyes with a quivering smile playing on his lips, she glanced back for a moment then turned her head to the other side taking her hand back from him.
" ab kaisa lag raha hai?" he asked softly.
" apko kya farak padta hai." She retorted
" farak padta hai." He replied in a hurtful tone.
" agar farak padta toh aaj main yahan nahin hoti." She stated turning her head in his direction. He pressed his lips and lowered his head thinking, why wasn't she understanding that what she was asking for was not so easy, it would jeopardize their marriage forever?
" marte waqt aapne AS se waada kiya tha ki aap humesha mujhe khush rakhenge." She reminded him of the promise that he had made to his late mother. Lifting his head he glanced right back at her and asked bitterly," kuch wade maine shaadi ke waqt bhi kiye the ..unka kya?" how could she overlook the vows that they'd taken? How could she forget that he'd promised to be faithful to her? A tear trickled down her eye on remembering the promises that they had made to each other while encircling the holy fire on their wedding day. He came closer to wipe off the tear and questioned," kya lagta hai ..yeh sab bahut asaan hai ..agar iske baad bhi kuch nahin hua toh? What if things didn't turn out as she had planned?
" ek baar koshish kar ke toh dekh sakte hain ..bus ek baar'meri khatir" She urged. He stood up and turned his back to her, should he really give it a try? Should he take the risk of bringing a stranger between them? He thought.
" iske baad mein aapse kuch nahin maangungi ..bus ek baar haan keh dijiye." She requested lending her hand out. She was the only one who he had in his life, if he said yes today, he feared that he might lose her someday but if he said no then he would definitely lose her, there was no doubt about that. Clenching his jaws firmly, he raised his hand slowly and placed it on hers, believing that one day she'd surely regret this!
Few days later when like every morning he was brushing his wet hair, he saw someone's reflection in his mirror. A young fair girl, green eyes, extra pink cheeks, sharp nose, thin lips was smiling back at him. He turned around in surprise and narrowed his eyes. Placing her hands on her waist, she shamelessly swayed in her low cut, tight fitted blouse and long skirt. He pursed his lips in anger, how dare she enter his room without his permission?
" kaun hai tu?" he roared. She was a little taken aback by his tone nevertheless she continued to chew on her bubble gum then blew a big bubble that burst right in front of him, making him even more furious. Before he could open his mouth again to scream, his wife entered.
" supriya , yeh sab kya hai?" he asked glaring at the girl standing.
Placing her hand on her shoulder and after taking a deep breath she replied,
" dutta ji..yeh hai ..nakusha." a stranger beckoning to enter their or should I say his life.
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