dr.rahul who is psychologist..
Dushyant:-so..rahul..meine tumhe purvi ke bare me sab bata diya he..now what u will suggest..?she requires some psychotherapy..?
Rahul:-well dushyant..jaise tumne muze uske bare me bataya he..muze lagata he she is on step of severe depression..i think she needs medical help..
Dushyant:-rahul..i don't think woh iss tarah psychologist ke pass jayegi..
Rahul:-I can understand dushyant..koi bhi patient khud nahi aata psychologist ke pass..unke family usse leke aati he..
Dushyant:-uski family me sirf ab CID bhi bacha he..lekin..woh unhe bhi avoid kar rahi he..she is avoiding all of us..
Rahul:-I suggest dushyant ek baar usse baat karne ki koshish karo..make her speak what in her mind..shayad woh thodi dushyantbhal jaye..n she don't need any psychotherapy..
Dushyant:-ok..i will try..
He cut the phone..n he was headed to his room..when he hear sound of door..
Purvi come out of her room..n headed to kitchen..
Dushyant also goes behind her..she was drinking water..
Dushyant:-purvi..??kya hua..?soyi nahi ab tak..??
Purvi:-nind nahi aa rahi..woh..muze pyas lagi thi..toh pani lene aa gayi..
Dushyant:-hmm..coffee piyogi..
Purvi just nodded..
Dushyant:-ok..mein banata hu..
Purvi:-aap..?
Dushyant:-ha..mein banata hu..(smile)..n don't worry itni buri bhi nahi banata..
Dushyant started making coffee..purvi just keep looking n keep silence..
He make coffee..they both come to balcony..n sit there..
Dushyant(take sip of coffee):-so..tumhara job kaise chal raha he..?
Purvi(take sip of coffee):-good..
Dushyant:-tumhe dek ke toh kuch bhi good nahi lag raha..
Purvi:-matlab..?
Dushyant:-matlab..kya kar rahi ho tum purvi..?kya kar rahi ho apni life ke sath ye..?
Purvi(in depressed tone):-life bachi hi kaha he sir..?
Dushyant get angry hearing her depressed voice..
Dushyant(angriyly):-stop it purvi..band karo ye rona..kab tak aise ghut ghut ke jite rahogi..?
Purvi have tears in her eyes..
Dushyant(cup her face):-jitna rona he purvi..ro lo..apne dil ki baat share karo..kuch bolo..purvi..
Purvi hug him..n started crying..
Purvi(in between crying):-meine..meine kavin ke liye apne mom-dad ko chod diya..usne muze job chodne ko bola meine job bhi chod di..apne aap se jyada uspe vishvas kiya..sabse jyada usse pyar kiya..aur..badle me muze kya mila..??dhoka..dhoka..aur sirf dhoka..
Dushyant:-I know purvi..jab koi hamra trust todta he tab bahot dard hota he..
Purvi:-dard..??ab toh muze dard mehsoos hi nahi hota..iss dard ki aadat pad gayi he muze..
Dushyant:-iss dard ko itna mat badao purvi..ye dard bad me nasoor ban jata he..jo fir kabhi thik nahi hota..
Purvi:-mein kavin se tab se pyar karti hu jab muze pyar ka matlab bhi nahi pata tha..college me meri sab friend romantic movies dekha karti thi..aur mein news channel..ke kabhi kavin se related news aayegi aur mein usse dekh sakhugi..jab usne muze propose kiya..mein toh jise aasmaan me ud rahi thi..par woh sab zoot tha..sab zoot..
