अनिDita -'Feeलिंग Of अनExpected लove'

PART 71 - misunderstanding cleared...

“ abhi mujhe kuchh nhi sunna hai aap jayiye yaha se... Bas.. Akela chod dijiye mujhe..” said she removing his grip from her hand but again he pulled her with a force due to which his elbow touched the shower tap making it open.... Both gets wet under the shower while looking at each other, his arms encircled around her waist while her hands on his chest... He removed the wet curls from her forehead tugging it back to ears..... The fighting, tensed environment suddenly change into something else..... He brought his lip to her ears touching it with her soft skin and husked sensually.

“ maine tumse pyaar tumhe akele chodne ke liye nhi kiya hai Mrs. Bondita Anirudh Roy Choudhary Das ji... Samjhi... ”

“ achha pyaar hai aapko mere jaise dhokebaaz se.. ” husked she too...

“ koi shakk hai kya ki kitna pyaar hai... Agar hai toh kaho dikha bhi dunga... “

“ jb itna hi pyaar tha toh shakk kyu kiya... Kyu blame kiya....”

“ ab tum toh jaanti hi ho na ki tumhara pati kitna budhu hai...” hearing this unknowingly she chuckled bringing a smile to his lips also while he contiuned...“Bina tumhari baat sune hi kahani soch li maine or tumpar ilzaam laga diya... Lekin ab kya karu actor hu thodi bhut aatma aa hi jaati hai normal life me bhi... ” said he as a excuse while she rolled her eyes in disbelief and pushed him again but this time he carry her in his arm and went out of the bathroom looking at each other only...
He placed her on couch and sit on floor just near her foot....
She is going to move but he stopped and asked her to give him atleast one chance to prove him... After that she can do whatever she wants he will not interfere... She agreed and he started...

" Bondita I know ki mere karan tumhe bhut dukh huya tha lekin uss samay tum mujhse baat hi nhi kar rhi thi or fir tumhare muh se jaanu or I love u sunn kar mujhe lagne laga ki... But believe me bondita mujhe tumhara kisi or ko pyaar karne se bura nhi lga utna jitna isse lga ki tumne mujhe nhi bataya ki tumhe kisi se pyaar hai... Or tumhe blame karne ke baad mujhe khud itna bura lga tha ki main tumhe aisa bol bhi kaise sakta hu....”

“ Ek baar aakar toh baat karte jo aapko lag rha tha... Or aapko aisa lag bhi kaise sakta hai ki main... ”asked she..

“ bondita may be iske 2 reason hai... Sayad main tumhe achhe se time nhi de paa rha tha kuchh mahino se toh mujhe laga uss bich hi sayad tumhe akelepan me apne dost se pyaar ho gya or dusra jab tum mujhe time nhi de rhi toh sayad or phone me rehti thi... Or mujhe shooting ke wajah se tension thi toh tumse baat karna tha may be isi chakkar me.... ” replied he looking down while she looked at him with tears that how can he thought that she can love anyone else if he is not getting time for her... Is their love this much weak that it will break if one is busy...??? No, obviously not... Never... Then how can he think that...??? But what can we do with the insecurities also... So this time she forgave him..

“ hamara pyaar itna kamzor nhi hai anirudh ji jo time naa de paane se tut jyega... Samjhe...budhu babu... Isiliye agli baar aisa socha toh main sachhi me kisi ke saath bhaag hi jaungi... ” said she giving him a fake angry glare....

“chinta mat karo agli baar aisa kuchh huya toh main khud hi tumhe uske pass chod kar aaunga... Ok madam ji... Said he bowing his head down showing respect and then both laughed...

“ toh maaf kiya na apne budhu pati ko...??? ”

“ sayad haan sayad na... Pata nhi... ”

“ hain??? Kya pta nhi abhi toh has rhi thi mere saath... Are yaar itna mat satao.. Itne din se tadap rha hu tumhare maafi ke liye, tumse baat karne ke kiye tumhare saath samay bitane ke liye... Ab aise mat karo yaar... ”

“ achha ji tadap rhe hai kitna....Zara main bhi sunu or dekhu kya kar sakte hai aap mujhse maafi ke liye, ye choro ki tarah ghar me ghusne ke alawa....”challenge she while he took it...

“ achha ji tab ab toh tum dekh hi lo.. Kya kar sakta hu main kyuki ab bolunga nhi kar ke dikhaunga..” said he and throw her on bed while hovering on her while she tried to run away but he caged her in his arms and covered them with the duvet...

They spend their evening with loving each other finally after so many months, after clearing all their misunderstanding at the end...

After a good hour of spending time, they lay on bed hugging each other while he is playing with her hairs and she is moving her fingers making random things over his palm...
Suddenly she remembered something and asked..

“ lekin aap ab ye batayiye ki aap flat ke andar aaye kaise or drunked kaise the...??? ”

“ wo actually khushi hai na usne mujhe ye idea diya ki main yaha aa jau tumse pehle... Actually main toh jaa rha tha use tumhe ye message dene bolkar ki main kl fir aaunga toh Usi ne kaha ki main uske flat ki key lelu or tumhe aaj raat mana lu... Or nasha kaise huya wo nhi pta.. Maine last time fridge se juice liya tha orange wala uske baad kuchh yaad hi nhi.. Or jab hosh me aaya tb bathroom me naha rha tha tumhare saamne... ” said he while she widened her eyes as realising how he got drunked...

“ are uss orange juice me wine mili huyi hai... Khushi ke uncle ne sayad mila kar rkha tha or aapne wo pee liya or ho gye talli... ” said she and both laughed...

“ waise kuchh bhi kaho tumhari dost hai bhut mast har baar tumse milwane me mera saath deti hai... Chahe first time tumhara number de kar kiya ho, hamari date par kiya or yaa fir aaj... Praised he khushi.....

“I just love ur friend...” said he while she fake glared him and corrected his sentence by saying that he like her helping him...

“ waise tum ye batao ki tum uss samay director sir se tumhare kis depression ki baat kar rhi thi... Mujhe uss din se bechani ho rhi hai or janna chahta tha lekin tum mil hi rhi thi mujhse...” asked he looking at her tensely while she gets nervous and started telling him...

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