Kabhi to nazar milao

Talk

Eid mubarak to all my readers.

Sameer started with the phone call from his mom that came in the morning. He had just got up when the phone rang. Thinking it to be Naina, he ran to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hello Sameer, kaise ho tum?" His mother's voice reached his ears.

"Aap? Hmm.. theek hun." He was surprised... wondering when was the last time she had called and he couldn't remember.

"Kuch namaste ya good morning nahi bolna hota apni mummy ko?" As always, she could only find faults in him.

"Good morning", he said in a dry voice.

"Kaisi jaa rahi hain tumhari chuttiyan?" Vishakha asked formally.

"Achhi", he had nothing to tell her or share with her.

"Tumse baat karna kitna mushkil hai Sameer... kuch bolte hi nahi ho."
She said in an exasperated voice.

"Toh mat baat kijiye na... kisne kaha hai... waise bhi aap baat karti hi kahan hai", he was irritated.

"Karna chahun bhi toh tumhari ye taane marne ki aadat tumse dur rehne ko majboor kar deti hai... pata nahi kya problem hai tumhari... har kisi ko khud se dur bhaga dete ho... tumhare saath baat karna hi mushkil hai koi reh kaise sakta hai." Her anger was clear in her tone.

"Aap toh kabhi bhi nahi rahi mere saath... main kya teen  saal ki umar se aapko taane marta tha? Tab kaunsa aapke paas mere liye time tha?" He could feel his own anger rising.

She sighed, "Tumne kabhi meri majboori samajhne ki koshish hi nahi ki... khair ab iss baare mein baat karne ka koi faayda nahi hai."

"Fayda hi toh dekhti hain aap... waise yaad dila dun ki phone aapne kiya hai maine nahi", his voice turned icy.

"Phone kisi kaam se hi kiya hai", she cleared.

He laughed sarcastically, "Aur kisi wajah se aap kar bhi nahi sakti."

She decided to ignore his sarcasm, "Sameer, humne yahan ek ladki dekhi hai tumhare liye... Dipti naam hai uska... uske papa ka yahan bada status hai... aur Vivek unke saath business deal karna chahte hain... isliye woh chahte hain ki tum Dipti se shaadi karlo."

Sameer felt as if someone had pierced his heart with a sharp knife.

"Janti hain aap kya keh rahi hain?" He screamed.

"Jaanti hun... ek saal mein tumhari padhai khatm ho jayegi.. phir tumhe papa ki company hi sambhalni hai... koi saathi bhi toh chahiye... abhi toh hostel mein rehte ho... jab ghar mein rahoge toh shaadi toh karni hi hai... Dipti achhi ladki hai... tumhare liye biwi mil jayegi aur Vivek ka kaam bhi ho jayega." She thought it was the perfect arrangement.

Sameer held the phone tight, "Main kyon karu shaadi... apne Rohan ki karwa dijiye."

"Rohan padhne ke liye London gaya hua hai... do saal aur wahin rahega... aur Vivek itna time ruk nahi sakte... isliye humne faisla kiya hai ki yehi sabke liye theek rahega..." Vishakha had a finality in his voice.

Sameer could not control his anger, "Mere liye faisla lene wali hoti kaun hai aap... mujhe kisse aur kab shaadi karni hai yeh main khud decide karunga".

She laughed at his statement, "Tum decide karoge? Sameer, tum dost tak toh bana nahi sakte... abhi tak woh Munna Pandit ke hi saath hoge... shaadi ke liye ladki kahan se laoge... tumhari maa hun main... tumhare liye jo sahi hoga wohi sochungi... aur maine faisla kar liya hai... tum Dipti se hi shaadi karoge."

Sameer kicked the table kept near the couch, screaming into the phone, "Nahi karunga... kabhi nahi karunga... aur aapko meri shaadi ki chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi hai... maine ladki pasand kar li hai... uske alava main aur kisi ko apni zindagi mein aane nahi dunga."