ALL I HAVE IS YOU

Prologue...

There was a small house in the outskirts of Mumbai. A white and green house. Visible only because of the moonlight.
There were screems comming from the inside of the house. A women perhaps was screeming in pain.
There were other people calming her down.

In the house.
There was only 1 person standing in the drawing room of the house. A man. Nearly 45 years in age.
He was looking tensed as the screems grew louder from the room whose door was locked.

Man - rabba. Mehar barsa. Itna dard na de. Bacha le uss Nanhi si jaan aur usse janm dene waali maa nu.

Finally in another hour or so the screems stopped and there was a crying sound of a baby in the room. Echoing all over the house.

Man - ohh... sachhe badsha...

A lady came outside with a baby wrapped in towle. She had a mixed look of sadness and happiness on her face.

Women - ladki hui hai.

Man - kudi janmi hai. Ai te waddi khushi ji gal aaye. Sarojni kaisi hai.

Women shook her head as tears fall from her eyes.

Women - kudi da naam Nandini rakhna hai. Bass aih kehke chal basi.

Man - bechaari. Pehle veer ji, guzar gaye. Ab isse janm deke parjaayi bhi guzar gayi. Iska toh ab iss duniya me koi na bacha.

Women - hmm...isse anathalay me deke aaye.

Man - aur ki kar sakte hai hum. Koi rishtedaar bhi nahi hai iske. Hum isse rakh nahi sakte. Khud ke khaaneke laale hai. Aur kanya ko bhooke pait rakhna...aisa paap na ho paayega mujhse.

Women - tusi bade changai ho jee. Koi padosi kisi ke liye itna nahi karta jitna aap kar rahe ho.

Man - chal isse anaathalaya chod ke aa jaaye. Haa.. veer ji aur parjaayi ki ik tasweer bhi uttha li. Isse kam se kam iske maa baaooji ki surat dekhne ko mil jaayegi. Mein kal parjaayi ke antim sanskaar ki tayyaariyan karwaata hu. Fir wakeel ke paas chala jaaoonga. Shayad veer ji ye paarjaai iss ke liye kuch chod ke gaye ho.

Women - mein abhi aayi. Aap veer ji gaddi nikaaliye.

Man - haa kal veere gaddi bech kar aaoonga. Kam se kam iske liye doodh toh aa jaaega.

2 hours later.
At ANAND ORPHANAGE...

The couple reached the orphanage in the city. Nandini was constantly crying.

Man - kya hu hai isse??

Women - shayad bhook lagi hai. Humme iss samay doodh kaha se milega.

Man - dekhenge kuch. Pehle zara yaha pata toh kar le. Isse ghar pe rakhna theek n hoga. Vaha kitne kitaadu honge. Yaha lig honge iski dekh bhaal karne ke liye.

They both entered the orphanage and then the head's cabin.
There was a lady sitting there, working on some notebooks, Checking them.

Men - ji satsriyakaal.

Lady - namaste. Aap??

Man - ji mein hu Chandar. Chandar singh. Aur aih meri woti Preeto.

Lady - betthiye.

Man - maaf karna itni raat ko aapko takleef de rahe hai. Par zarhasal baat aisi thi ki yeh bachhi..

Lady - aap apni bacchi ko yaha dena chahtd hai. Kyu?? Yeh ladki hai iska matlab yeh toh nahi ki aap isse anathaalay me de de.

Women - oh ji aap galt samajh rahi hai. Yeh humaari bachhi nahi hai. Humaare padosi Venkatesh aur Sarojini Moorthy ki hai. Venkatesh ji 3 mahine pehle guzar gaye aur Sarojni bhabhi aaj isse janm dete hi guzar gayi.