Driving through the village, he approaches the kachcha road on the outskirts. Sidharth finds someone waving at auto with both hands. Due to darkness and low beam lights of auto, he couldn't see the person clearly from far.
"Ib yeh kaun se? Lambe baa...
Sidharth twisted and tossed in his bed rewinding everything from the premiere night.
He stared at the small flyer of the show in his hand which he had picked up two days back. His vision fixated at Shehnaaz. His thoughts wandered back to the stage when the spotlight shone on her, who looked breathtaking in a traditional attire.
The next moment his jaw dropped to find her standing in front of him in a shimmering gold Sharara.
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He sat up straight immediately feeling flabbergasted.
"Tu? Tu maahre kamre mein ke kar rahi se?", His voice came as a whisper.
"Hmm.. Ab toh tumhaare saath hi rehna hai..", she blushed crimson like a perfect newly wedded bride would on her wedding night that caused his heart to flutter.
"Maahre.. saath..?", he swallowed the lump in his throat.
She put her head down and nodded shyly.
"Kyu? Tu.. koi.. maahri.. lugaai (wife) se ke?", he asked stammering.
"Nahi.. par banne ke liye taiyyar hoon..", she said blushing.
"Huh!!", He gasped which made his mouth fall open wide. His heartbeats grew faster and a droplet of sweat trickled down his temple. Pulling out his handkerchief from his pocket he wiped the sweat beads off his temple and forehead nervously.
His eyes blinked as he did so but soon his eyes widened in shock to find Aryan standing next to her. He was holding her hand while their eyes interlocked. A small yet beautiful smile combined with blush lingered on her lips.
Looking at them both so close and holding each other's hand, Sidharth's blood boiled.
"Tu ke kar raha hai maahre ghar mein?", Sidharth asked gritting his teeth.
"Phir kaha hona chahiye mujhe? Jaha meri darling Shehnaaz hai, main bhi wahi rahunga..", Aryan said.
"Baat sirf uske rehne ki huyi thi.. maahra ghar koi dharmshala se ke?", Asked Sidharth
"Huhh!! Bol toh aise rahe ho jaise koi Taj Mahal hai.. Mahal choddho, main toh iss tabele ko ghar tak nahi bula sakti. Mere ghar ka bathroom bhi isse lakh guna aalishan hai.. Mere Aryan ko kuch bhi bolne se pehle apni aukaat dekh lo..", Shehnaaz yelled at him.
"Huh!! Bhikk manga!!", Aryan gave a disgusted smirk before turning to Shehnaaz and hugging her.
Sidharth breathed fire from his nostrils. He pulled Aryan out of her embrace and punched his face hard.
Clankkk!!!
Sidharth's eyes opened wide and he noticed a splash of water and broken pieces of his water pot scattered around his bed. He was still huffing in anger even though it was all just his dream.
Getting up from his bed, he went straight to his Bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he changed himself in his workout clothes - that's his red langot, which hung on the string outside bathroom. He progressed his exercises like every other pahalwaan does, i.e. after paying obeisances to Lord Hanuman then doing sit-ups and push-ups. He then picked up his mudgal (Bottle shaped Indian Club made from wood) and practiced strength training as usual.
