Kyun uthe dil chor aaye ff - BANI MAIN HEER USKI

Chap 3- Ranjhan's story

"दीपमाला ने अपनी पलके झुकाई और अपने पिता के फैसले का मन ही मन विरोध किया ।  पर वह कुछ कह न पाई । अमित ने उसकी खामोशी को उसकी बेवफाई समझकर उसकी ओर नफरत से देखा और कहा- "

Lalaji was reading the newspaper and he was reading a small section dedicated to stories written by young authors. This particular story was called "Basant ka prem" and was written by someone called Ranjhan.

"If our young girls read this, they will start rebelling against our decisions," he thought," and that will cost us our reputation and social goodwill. Its good that Amrit is engaged. I must speak with Raghvendra sahab and hasten the wedding preparations. I am afraid that this new wave of women empowerment might affect my Amrit too."

Meanwhile Uday, Amrit and Vashma had returned to their locality.

"Amru!" They all were stunned on hearing Abrar's voice.

"Pranam bhaijan," Amrit said politely.

Vashma dared not look Abrar in the eye as she was well aware of the blunder she had committed. She was out on the streets without her burkha.

"Amru," said Abrar," why dont you and Uday join the preparations while I show Vashma the new clothes that khala has sent for her. She might want to wear them today."

"Your khala loves you so much Vashma," said Amrit happily as she and Uday walked away.

But Vashma showed no sign of happiness and excitement as she followed Abrar into her house.

INSIDE AMRIT'S ROOM

Amrit picked up the newspaper and flipped through its pages until she reached the section written by Ranjhan.

"प्रेम को गुढ से मीठा और रब से सोना किसलिए कहते हैं?" दीपमाला ने अपनी नानी माँ से पूछा।

"अरे पगली," उसकी नानी बोली," जब तक तुझे किसी से मोहबत न होगी, तू कहाँ समझेगी?"

दीपमाला ने फिर पूछा," बताओ न नानी माँ । बाउजी तो उस मोहन नाल मेरा बियाह तय कर आए हैं। पर मुझे न भाता वो।"

"ओ कुङिए," उसकी नानी बोली," मिरज़ा तो साहिबा को अपने नाल भगा ले गया था । तू मोहबत कर तो सही,  रब की महर ही होगी ।"

"Haye!" whispered Amrit blushing," Deepmala found her true love in Amit. But what about me? Is Veer my Mirza?"

"Amru!.........." her thoughts were disturbed by Mogar bua's bitter voice.

"Why are you smiling laado rani," Mogar said," Rab rab rab rab rab......girls these days. Come on, veer ji is calling you upstairs."

"Ji buaji," said Amrit hiding the newspaper in her dupatta.

VASHMA'S HOUSE

"Why were you roaming on the streets without your burkha?" Abrar asked angrily.

"I am sorry bhaijan," said Vashma with her head bowed down," I was wearing my hijab and then I thought that maybe......."

"Maybe what!" he yelled angrily," the women of our house are not shameless like those hindu women......."

"Shameless?" said Vashma," neither does wearing a burkha make me more modest neither does not wearing it makes Amrit or other hindu girls shameless. Its a traditional thing bhaijan. We wear it and they dont. Thats it."

"Now you have even started arguing with me," said Abrar.

"I am Abbu's daughter," she said," I do not hesitate in speaking my mind."

"How dare you!" said Abrar and raised his hand. He was about to hit her when his hand was stopped by a strong arm.

"Uday," whispered Vashma wiping her tears.

"Bhaijan," he said taking a step forward and standing in front of Vashma protectively," I dont think that hitting women is justified in any religion. And this is my last warning to you. You will not raise your hand or voice on her ever again."

"Or else what Uday!" Abrar said angrily.

"Or else," said Uday," I might forget that you are doctor sahab's son. And Uday Sahani is not very kind to his enemies."

If one thing Abrar knew was that messing with Uday was a very stupid thing. Uday Sahani was kind and caring. But if anyone dared to hurt his loved ones, he was as ruthless as could be.

Vashma looked at Uday and wiped her tears again. She smiled faintly and she had a feeling that..............