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16 years ago
PART 10:
Kripa reached home with an intoxicated feeling inside her. She saw Gayatri was talking to someone on the phone very intently. Kripa just shrugged her shoulders and went to her room. She took out a beautiful wooden box, which had her name carved on it. Her father gifted this to on her 16th birthday; since then she stored all her precious memories in that little box. She opened it and saw the dried petals of the roses; Angad had given her over the last few months. She was about to place her 'proposal ring' in it when Gayatri walked in from behind.
"Yeh tumhara student accha hai…kabhie murjhaaye huye phool deta hai….tho kabhi yeh foil ki anghoothi!" Gayatri intercepted the ring and looked at it.
"Maa! Aisi koi baat nahin hai! Yeh tho bas aise hi…."
"Haan tere chehre ka rang bataa rahi hai ki yeh tho bas aisi hi bekaar ki cheez hai…haina?" Gayatri teased her.
"Nahin maa! Bekaar nahin…par kuch khaas bhi nahin!" Kripa was annoyed at her mom's queries.
"Theek hai! Abhi Dr Khanna ki behen ka Bangalore se phone aaya tha…..apne bhai ka shagun lekar Saturday ko aa rahe hain…..tere liye koi khaas baat nahin hai tho Harshini ki baat chalaa deti hoon unsey….aakhir itni umeedon se aa rahe hain…," Gayatri turned around, anxiously waiting for Kripa's response.
"MAA! Harshini se? Aapka dimaag tho kharaab nahin ho gaya maa? Wo Harshini se pyaar thode hi karte hain, mujhsey karte hain!" Kripa bit her tongue after she realized what she had just blurted out.
Gayatri turned around and caressed her daughter's face, "Ab aayi na line par! Kitne din se mujhey pagal banaa rahi hai…main teri maa hoon……mujhsey kuch nahin chupta! Samjhi?"
Kripa blushed and buried her face in mom's shoulder, "Maa..aaa…..please ab chidhaaiye nahin…"
"Main bahut khush hoon beti…itna achha rishta ghar baithe baithe hi aa gaya…..teri kismet bahut achhi hai…." Gayatri had tears of joy in her eyes.
"Ho sakta hai maa, unki kismet zyaada achhi ho?" Kripa hugged her mom tightly.
"Wo tho hai! Meri jaisi beti unhey duniya mein nahin milegi! Is Saturday ko aa rahe hain, aur sagaai bhi karna chahte hain…chal bahut kaam hai…sirf 3 din hi tho reh gaye hain…." Gayatri hurried downstairs as she mentally started jotting down her to-do list.
Gayatri informed Dr Misra, Damini, Harshini, Kartik and a few close relatives about the good news as soon as she could.
DR MISRA'S OFFICE:
Angad was finishing up with his evening patients, when Dr Misra walked in.
"Badhai ho…badhai ho!" Suryabhan patted Angad on his back.
"Sir aap?" Angad got up from his chair
"Tho hamari pyaari laadli ko chura hi liya hum se?" Dr Misra settled in a chair opposite Angad, "baitho…baitho…"
"Oh..wo? Lagta hai aapko khabar mil gayi….Kanan di se raha nahin gaya…" Angad blushed a little.
"Bhai dekho doctor sahib….ishq aur mushq chupaae nahin chupte…..humein tho bahut pehle se pataa tha, par jab tak tumse nahin sun lete, hum ne socha hum chup hi rehte hain…" Dr Misra smiled.
"Sir….aapko koi aitraaz tho nahin?" Angad hesitated, as he knew that even if he did, it would not sway Angad's decision.
"Aitraaz tho yeh hai ki tum usey humse door le jaaoge….." Dr Misra said emotionally
"Nahin aisi baat nahin hai sir! Actually, mujhey yahan kaam karna achha lagta hai…..I feel I am making a difference in people's lives here….aur phir Kripa bhi aap sab ke bahut kareeb hai…..main soch raha hoon ki apni surgery training khatam karne ke baad yahin practice jamaa loon…" Angad said.
Dr Misra could not believe his ears, "beta yadi tum sach much aisa karoge, tho mujh sey khush koi nahin hoga…..God bless you son!"
"Thank you sir! You have been a great inspiration for me…I hope I can fill your shoes someday…" Angad thanked the senior doctor.
Dr Misra sighed and looked up, "You have to make your own space and your own identity son……I have confidence in you that one day you will not only fill my shoes, but reach the stars and achieve what I have not been able to….I am proud of you Angad!"
"Thanks sir!" Angad said humbly.
"Aur haan! Jahan tak Kripa ka sawaal hai, main usey bachpan se jaanta hoon…..usey zindagi mein kuch nahin chahiye….bas tum usey ek boond pyaar doge tho wo tumhey poora saagar-bhar pyaar wapas degi…..she is like that…..tumney uski baahar ki khubsoorati mehsoos ki hai ab tak, par uskey andar ki khubsoorati ko ek baar pehchaan jaaoge, tho tumhey ehsaas hoga ki YOU ARE THE LUCKIEST MAN ON THIS PLANET!" Dr Misra got up and congratulated Angad again.
Angad pondered on Dr Misra's comment. He thought, 'Kripa mein kuch tho hai, jis wajah se main itna diwaana ho gaya hoon uska…..shayad Dr Misra theek kehte hain…..maine zindagi mein bahut khubsoorat ladkiyan dekhi hain, par Kripa ki baat hi kuch aur hai…..she is different…..she is soft on the outside, but very strong on the inside…..she respects herself, but not arrogant…….she is simple but elegant…….she is very genuine, down-to-earth, very loving and caring……but above all SHE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL AND HOT!!! AND I AM CRAZY ABOUT HER!"
Angad got up and had an intense craving to see Kripa. He left the clinic and drove to Kripa's house. He was disappointed to know that she was not there, "wo aur Gayatri bazaar gaye hain…," a neighbor informed him.
Angad turned around and headed for the main bazaar of the city. After parking the car, he wandered around searching for kripa. Good thing, everyone knew who Kripa was-the shopkeepers were able to direct him where she might be.
Kripa and Gayatri were at a sari store. They sat on a low sofa as the shopkeeper presented various samples of saris to them.
"Bhaiyya…wo laal waali dikhana.." Gayatri asked
"Maa…laal waali nahin….bahut bold lagegi.." Kripa complained
"Chup! Tere pe laal rang bahut khilta hai…." Gayatri shushed her.
"Haan…laal waali hi dikhaiye bhaiya!" Kripa and Gayatri turned around and heard a familiar deep voice. Kripa's face lit up when she saw Angad standing right behind them.
Angad sat down next to Kripa and started checking out all the saris.
"Chalo achha hua tum aa gaye beta….ho sakta hai tumhari pasand isey zyaada pasand aa jaaye……meri tho sunti nahin hai!" Gayatri smiled and looked at Angad.
"Hmm….waise sab kehte hain ki mera taste bahut achha hai!" Angad squeezed himself closer to Kripa; his thigh pressing against hers. He leaned over to check the saris out, purposely brushing his arm against Kripa each time. Kripa tried to pull back, as she was a little embarrassed with Angad's obvious flirtatious gestures. Angad grabbed her waist from behind as she tried to move away. He slowly slid his hand under her kurta behind her back. Kripa retaliated by stomping on his foot with her sharp heels and crushing him into pain.
"AHH!," Angad winced in pain but could not yell in public. He looked at Kripa with pleading eyes.
Kripa gave him a dirty look warning him to keep his hands off in public!
Angad's pride was at stake; he was not one to surrender or accept defeat that easily. He had always been a winner in life and he was more determined to provoke Kripa now.
He bent down, pretending to massage his foot, but instead ran his finger from Kripa's foot all the way up to her knees and under her kurta to her thighs!
Gayatri wondered why Kripa looked so pre occupied and lost, "kya hua Kripa?…bataa yeh sari pasand aayi ya nahin?" Kripa's face was turning red; the higher Angad's fingers traversed her thigh, the more she shivered inside. Angad was leaning, pretending to show interest in the saris, so no one could tell where his hand was, "Haan…auntie bas pack karwa lee jiye…bahut sunder hai…," he said giving Kripa a longing look.
Kripa just nodded when Gayatri looked at her for an answer. Kripa kept elbowing Angad to move away. The more she elbowed him, the closer he got to her at the pretext of checking out few more samples.
Gayatri's experienced eyes noticed that something fishy was going on. She just smiled to herself and said, 'theek hai bhaiyya…yeh dono sari pack kar do….ghar bhijwaa dena fall lagaa ke…..main payment karti hoon……achha bacchon, tum dono thodi der yahin ghoom lo, mujhey kuch aur kaam hai bazaar mein….chalo main chalti hoon…."
"Maa….main bhi chalti hoon…," Kripa tried to get up.
"Arre, Kripa tum keh rahi thi na ki yahan ek bhel poori ki dukaan hai….please wahan chalte hain..," Angad intercepted.
"Haan Kripa….jao Angad ko Ramgarh ki chaat tho khilwaa do, usey bhi tho pataa chale ki yahan ki chaat kitni chut putti hoti hai…," Gayatri smiled and gave a parting shot as she left.
Angad thanked Gayatri for being so understanding, "Thanks auntie….main Kripa ko wapas ghar chhod doonga…"
Gayatri looked behind and smiled, "Auntie nahin….maa kaho ab…."
"Yes….maa….," Angad laughed back
As they left the store, Kripa was still upset with Angad and walked ahead of him.
Angad caught up with her, "Ab kya hua Basanti? Mere paas aaj phool bhi nahin hai…."
"Wahan tamaasha karne ki kya zaroorat thi?….sab jaante hai humein yahan…baatein karenge….." Kripa frowned.
"Madam…..yadi apni hone waali patni se flirt nahin karoonga tho kisi aur se karoonga? Tab log zaroor baatein karenge….would you like that?" Angad put his arm around her and started walking with her.
Kripa could not help smiling, "Angad….tum bhi na…..baatein banane mein bahut maahir ho…..maa kya soch rahi hongi?"
"Yahi, ki meri beti kitni khush kismat hai!" Angad replied.
Angad and Kripa went to the chaat stall and enjoyed the local spicy chaat and bhel poori.
Angad was not used to so many spices, "Haaa..Haaa…Kripa yeh tho bahut teekhi hai!"
"Maa ne kya kaha tha? Ramgarh ki har cheez teekhi hai…abhi bhi soch lo…," Kripa teased him.
Angad wiped his hands and looked at Kripa devouringly, "wo tho dikh hi raha hai!," he gave her a piercing look from top to bottom as he said that. Kripa could tell that Angad had some mischief up his sleeve; before he could grab her, she ran away from him.
Angad chased her all over the bazaar, till they came into an open field on the outskirts of the small town. They kept running till they were out of breath.
As they stalled to take a deep breath, it started pouring cats and dogs. Kripa loved the rain and spread out her arms to welcome the fresh drops from the sky.
Before long, they were both drenched in the downpour. Kripa realized that Angad was staring at her with hungry eyes. Her kurta was soaked and hugged her body, revealing her feminine curves. Her hair fell on her face, giving her a sultry look.
Kripa became conscious of her sexuality and the effect it was having on Angad.
She turned away and closed her eyes. She knew that if she kept looking at him, it would be hard for her to resist him too. His well-sculpted body clearly visible through his translucent shirt was making her heart race at lightening speed. She felt her knees would give away any moment.
Angad came from behind and put his arm around her. He helped her walk to a shelter in the open farm. It looked like an abandoned barn. He lit a fire in the middle of the barn and helped Kripa sit next to the fire. He sat beside her and put his arm around her. Their wet bodies could feel each other's heat through their drenched clothes.
Angad kissed her forehead, sending a chill down Kripa's spine. He kissed her neck and then her ears.
Enjoy this song from "Zakhmee" as Angad tries to seduce a vulnerable Kripa. Kripa manages to escape his advances and tease him through this song: "Jalta hai jiya"
http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-41623.html
jalataa hain jiyaa meraa, bheegee bheegee raaton me
aajaa goree, choree choree, ab to rahaa naheen jaaye re
gulaabee ye pyaale, hain teere hawaale
too bhee dil kee lagee ko boozaa le
fir naa aaye, kabhee ayesee raat
pilaayee hain tum ne, jo pyaase kaa shabanam
dil ke shole, bhalaa kaise ho kam
ban ke baadal karo barasaat
abhee ye fasaanaa, humei naa sunaanaa
dekho raajaa, kadam naa badhaanaa
nahee chhedo, ayesee waisee baat
They both walked back arm in arm and drove home. Angad knew that he had to control his desires. Kripa was a very determined girl; he knew she loved him and was as attracted to him as he was, but she would never cross her limits and give in to temptation the way he could.
….to be continued….
