"Bolo Sameer, kya baat hai?" Anand asked.
Sameer explained about the apprehensions Naina had about Rakesh's visit to the college.
"Hmm... baat toh iski theek hai, Anand. Rakesh bina soche samjhe college ko sar pe utha lega." Phulla bua agreed with him.
Anand nodded, pondering over what Sameer had just said.
"Main iske baare mein thoda sochta hun... fir dekhte hain isko kaise sambhalenge." He said after a silence of few minutes.
After lunch, Naina helped her grandmother to clear the table.
While she was piling up the used dishes in the sink, bua dadi placed a hand on her shoulder, "Bas beta, yeh sab ab rehne de... subah se bhaag daud ho rahi hai... shaam ko tum dono ko wapas jana hai... tab tak thodi der aaram kar le."
"Nahi bua dadi, hum log abhi jayenge... mujhe saturday tak do episode dene hain aur kuch dino se likh bhi nahi paayi... pehle farewell ke chakkar mein aur kal... " Naina lowered her eyes, the shock and pain of the previous day appearing to be something of distant past... after today's events.
"Achaa... chal theek hai... lekin agle hafte aana zarur... ab jitne din yahan Mumbai mein bache hain tumhare, mujhse milne aate rehna." She patted Naina's cheek.
After packing her things, when she went out, Sameer was talking in low voice... and chachaji was listening intently.
She waited for them to finish their conversation.
"Shayad yehi theek rahega." Chachaji nodded at Sameer.
He smiled in relief, looking up. Seeing Naina standing with the bag, he stood up immediately.
"Arre Naina, tum taiyar ho gayi... lao mujhe de do." He took the bag from her.
Phulla bua and Anand bid an emotional goodbye, asking them not to worry about other family members... assuring them that one month's time that they had before going back to Ahmedabad was enough for him to make his elders accept this marriage.
Once out on the road, Sameer pulled her arm tighter on his waist, "Ab achhe se pakad lo, ab toh court ne bhi permission de di hai."
"Main toh pehle bhi achhe se hi pakadti thi... mere dil ne permission de rakhi thi." She placed her chin on his shoulder.
He looked at her through the mirror, "Kya Naina, humari shaadi hui hai... aur tumne na ek baar bhi gale lagaya na dhang se kiss kiya... madam, ab yeh sab main haq se maang sakta hun."
"Toh kya wahan court mein sabke saamne kiss karti?" She rounded her eyes.
"Isme kya burai hai... English movies mein toh aisa hi hota hai... jaise hi shaadi hoti hai, dulha dulhan kiss karte hain... sabke saamne... unka priest hi unhe aisa karne ko kehta hai." He showed off his knowledge.
"Haww... aise kaise... aur tum kab se English picture dekhne lage... har samay toh mere saath rehte ho... fir kahan dekhi?" Her brows furrowed.
Sameer was suddenly conscious. He had never mentioned to her how he went out to watch English movies with his so called friends in Nainital.
"Maine... bas woh ek do baar... Munna Pandit kabhi kabhi le aate the na... chhuttiyon mein." He gave a sheepish smile.
Her glare was scary... he didn't know whether she had caught his lie or not.
"Ab aise mat dekho jaise maine koi gunaah kar diya... shaadi hote hi biwi wala gussa dikhana shuru kar diya... yeh nahi ki thoda pyaar dikha do apne bechare pati ko." He sulked.
