Ishq ka Raang Safed Piya

2.Mooh Chadha Kanastar

" kyon Shaahi Litchi...yaad tha main tumhe ".

" poori life me ek hi bakri ki tarah me me kar ke memiyane wala aadmi mila hai..yaad kaise nahi rehta".

" Then hope ki koi aur memiyane wala bakra na mile tumhe...waise bakri kis angle se lagta hoon main tumhe..log mujhe babbar sher bolte hai".He stated.

"Apne ghar me to sab babbar sher hi hote hai..bahar to bheegi billi hote hai"..Sana spoke back.

" Haan to ye poori dharti mera ghar hi hai...khaskar hindustaan...to main yahan ka lion king hua na...babbar sher...sher Khan!!....this whole land is my territory!".Sidharth spoke.

" Sher Khan ka to nahi pata par mogli jarur ho ..uski tarah nange punge besharam sirf chaddi me.. yahan wahan fuduk rahe hai...bas aapki chaddi par phool nahi khila hai...shayad!".She rolled her eyes..trying to not look at him in embarrassment.

"...Acchaa....ek parinda hua sharminda,itna sharmane ki jarurat nahi hai...chaho to ankhon me ankhen daal kar bhi ghoor sakti hoo....mujhe bura nahi lagega...aadat hai mujhe".He chuckled.

" Aur waise maine chaddi pehni hai ya nahi pehni aur agar pehni bhi to usme phool khila hai ya nahi.... tum itni sure kaise ho..main to sirf towel me hoon na tumhare samane ...waise ye sach hai ki main mogli goon...uske tarah khule aazad hawa me befikar ho kar rehna pasand hai mujhe.. free and independent ..boundless... ".He chuckled.

"Katai besharam hai aap...aise gandi gandi baat karte hai khule aam.....aise hi nahi khatta tikola bolte hum aapko...mooh ka poora swad bigad jata hai mera dekh kar hi".She blabbered ignoring later part of what he told.

"Maine to jahan tak dekha suna hai ladkiyon ko tikola(Raw mangoes) bahut pasand hai....chaat chaat kar ,aise poora kaat kaat kar swad le kar khati hai ladkiyan".He asserted but very next moment contradicted his own words....

"Haan...par jaruri bhi to nahi ki sabko kaccha aam pasand hi ho...log alag bhi to hote hai tumhare jaise...tum bahut alag ho waise bhi...jitna maine jana hai tumhe....".He spoke messaging her ankles.

"Ye badai thi ya burayi...?'.She asked frowning.

"wo to tum par hai ,jaise lo...apni apni samajh".He replied back.

"Haan to aap bhi to aam ko poora aise daba daba kar,jor jor se, choos choos kar khate hai..uska poora ras nichod kar...aapka bas chale to uski guthli bhi chaba jaye bakri ki tarah...fir aapke pet me bada sa aam ke ped ka jhaar nikal aayega..chooste rahiyega apna pasandida aam din bhar fir".She said making faces...remembering him eating ripe mangoes like that when she saw him last time .

He laughed hard.....his infectious contagious laugh made her smile too and she felt her pain subsiding for a time being....the both!...the physical one and the emotional one both...Only for a moment though.

"Itna kya hass rahe hai...koi chutkula to nahi sunaya maine...aapki apni kartoot hi batayi hai aapko".She asked twisting her lips.

"Tumhari is kahi baat ka maine kuch aur hi doosra matlab liya....kaha tha na apni apni soch!".He laughed more..she looked confused.

"Kya doosra matlab hai is baat ka...jara humen bhi to baitaiye".She asked.

"Nahi...abhi bacchi ho ye samajhne ke liye...pehle badi ho jao thodi...waise baatein bahut yaad rehti hai tumhe...yaddashat acchi hai tumhari ,I must say".He smiled as she cringed.

"Aaaah".She wailed when he just twisted her ankle before leaving it.

"Ok...walk now...I am sure you can participate in any marathon now...Sidharth Rajput ka hath laga hai...uska magic chala hoga jarur".He spoke to which she stood up and shook her legs which seemed perfectly fine and relaxing much more than earlier..as she felt all her fatigue of last night went away with his message as she started walking again.