He had accused her of something she would never even dream of… He said he had pretended to love her… she had accepted it. He said he was not permitted to fall for anyone… she had accepted it. But she was not going to accept any allegations…
“BAS SIR… bas… Bohot bol liya aapne… Aap humare senior hai isiliye ab tak hum chup chap sab kuch bardasht kar rahe the lekin aur nahi… Hum chup hai iska yeh matlab nahi ke jo mann mei aaye aap bolte jayenge.” AS was stunned by her outburst. HM continued, “Aapne soch bhi kaise liya ke hum aapki Ammi ka istemaal kar rahe hai aap tak pohchne ke liye… Itna gira hua samajhte hai aap hume?? Humne aapki har baat ka maan rakha, uska yeh sila de rahe aap hume??” She sighed. “Hume lagta tha aap sab kuch soch samajh kar karte hai… lekin hum galat the… Mohabbat pane ka naam nahi hota… yeh baat na samajhe itne nadan nahi hai hume… Zabardasti se mili mohabbat, bheek kehlati hai… aur bheek ka koi shauk nahi hai hume…” Her frustration pouring out. His words were still ringing in her ears… She took in another long breathe and continued, “Aap humse pyaar nahi karte ye maan chuke hai hum… kuch nahi chahte aapse… Lekin agar aapko humse itni hi takleef hai, toh hum puri koshish karenge ke aapko humari shakal bhi dekhni na pade…” she thundered. Saying that she sat in her car and drove away.
AS could not move… He was frozen… He had seen her getting angry for the first time… He had clearly misunderstood her intentions… He was frustrated with himself but had released it on her… Unknown to both of them… Maa had seen them talking… She couldn’t hear a word… but was sure they had an altercation… She had been worried about her Anu for the past few days. After all she was a mother… she had seen his sleep deprived eyes… his restlessness… his frustration. She knew he was going through some turmoil, but had decided to let him be. She trusted him to figure out the solution himself. But after what she saw today, she was going to take matters in her hand… She decided to talk to him tomorrow morning, as now was not the right time. Anyways AS had avoided any further human interaction and had locked himself in his room…
HM was hurt… this time beyond repair… she was not in her senses but kept driving… All his words, allegations played like a dreadful sound in her ears… Her eyes draining all the tears she had kept hidden. She was a strong woman… But who said strong people don’t get hurt? It’s their ability to fight the pain that makes them strong.
She had unknowingly driven an orphanage that her Chachaji had built… A place where orphaned children and abandoned parents lived together peacefully. It had been many years since she had visited this place. In her childhood, most of her friends lived here… she loved them a lot as they never judged her… But today none of them lived here… they had moved out on pretext of education, jobs or marriages… She had no idea why she was here… She sat in her car still lost in thoughts when there was a knock on her window… She rolled it down and was greeted by a smiling handsome face…
“Hello Ma’am…” said the person in front of her… She got out of her car and asked, “Hello… Aap kon?” “Humara naam Zubair hai… Hum yaha ke Caretaker cum Manager hai… Kafi der ho gayi aap gadi se nahi utri toh dekhne aa gaye… sab thik hai na Ma’am?” “Woh hum…” “Ek min… Aap Haseena Malik hai na??” he asked. Surprised, she asked, “Aap hume jante hai??” “Yaha aisa koi nahi jo aapko nahi janta… Mahipal Sir aur Mansi aksar aapki baatein karte hai… Aur toh aur aapki photo bhi toh lagi hai yaha ke board pe… story ke saath… Yaha reh rahi bohot bachchiyon ki inspiration hai aap.” He said with admiration in his eyes. “Thank you… a... hum chalte hai…” HM said. “Abhi toh aayi hai Ma’am aap… Please andar chaliye… aapse milke sabko acha lagega…” he requested. She was looking for some solace from her pain and nothing can be more peaceful than innocent smiles she thought… “Thik hai… chaliye…”
AS had killed the punching bag by now… His force increasing with every punch… He had tired his body to the extent that he instantly fell asleep. Though he was still dreaming about HM. Early morning, he woke up due to the doorbell… KS stood there ready to explode… “MS kaha hai??” she asked. “Behna… Hume kaise pata hoga Haseena ji kaha hai… apne ghar pe hongi… ya thane mei…” AS replied. “Agar ghar pe hoti toh unki Ammi ka phone hume nahi ata… Kal raat MS ghar nahi gayi hai. Unka phone bhi nahi lag raha…” “Kya…? Parantu aapko kyu lagta hai ke hume pata hoga haseena ji kaha hai?” “Kyunki unka last location yeh… aapke ghar ka dikha raha hai. Kaha hai MS??” KS asked impatiently. She was worried because she knew her MS was emotional battered. An unknown pain crept in his heart when “Lekin agar aapko humse itni hi takleef hai, toh hum puri koshish karenge ke aapko humari shakal bhi dekhni na pade…” rang in his ears…
Just a glimpse of new character... Don't worry there is no third angle... And the character will be playing a cameo for few chapters...
