"Humne bhi to aise insaan ko chaaha...jise bhul pana humare bas mein nahi aur paana humari kismat mein nahi...."
He was anguished, he paced around the lawn, it was just one moment of touch but his heart blamed him for cheating on Shehnaaz, it just burned at the feeling, he could never do that..he wanted to smoke, but the promises made to Shehnaaz would stop him, he wanted to shout, be angry vent it out on people responsible for his condition but her words would echo his ears "Be a good man Sidharth" ...he just felt so trapped, he wanted to just cry at the moment at helplessness and hollowness this life has served him, he was now loosing it, he was tired of putting a strong face, when all he felt was weak with each passing day his emotions reaching the brim, his eyes wanting to cry so badly but his tears refusing to come out..he felt suffocated, he wanted her to find him now, he knew his medicine, he knew he wanted to be healed and he knew only she could..but it all seemed like a mirage to him..he longed for water in this dry desert..he felt parched...whereas only she could quench his thirst..he saw Trisha running into her room after he snapped at her, he saw her teary eyed..he knew he hurt her, but he could not help it, she was not wrong in expecting but he could not give her a hope only to drown it later, she has been there for his family since past 3 years, she has taken care of his mother with so much affection, she gave a lot to this house, but still he can not make it her home, he can not give her the place she expects...and that did not make him feel guilty, because he can never be guilty of anything that keeps his Shehnaaz in her own place intact....
Shehnaaz was running her fingers in Samar's hair trying to make him sleep, while he kept asking her questions that he loved asking every night..."So maa dadi used to oil your hair like you do mine"....
"Hmm..Or m itna drama karti thi pata hai"....she replied smiling at memory...
"Shehnaaz dekh kaise rukhe baal ho rahe hai...is nalayak ke tel lga deti hai...apne kyu nahi lagati tu"...Sidharth's mother scolded her as the family sat in the living room..Shehnaaz oiling Sidharth's hair..keeping her legs on his shoulder as he massaged her feet absent mindedly...Sammy typing away on his phone, and smiling at it..while maa was reading some spiritual book with life lessons which she would read out loud every now and then...
"Maa..aap log sab mere peeche kyu pade rehte ho..m to bolta hu isse laa m lga du tere bhi tel..par ye mana karti hai"
"Hayyeee....maa apko pata hai, agar maine isse dubara tel lgwa liya na, to aapko sachi ganji bahu ko lekr jana pdega apne sath kal us satsang m"
"Haan maa....pata hai bhai ne kya kiya tha last time, jab vo bhabhi ko tel lga rahe the" Sammy said trying to control the laughter as Sidharth hit him for reminding Shehnaaz the incident who was now pulling his hair at the memory...
"Maa isne mere baalo mein silayi machine ka tel daal diya tha" Shehnaaz said whining and pulling Sidharth's hair...hitting him..as Samar rolled on floor remembering the incident and how Shehnaaz threw chappal at Sidharth after knowing about it...
"Arre maa, muje kya pata tha ki vo machine ka tel hai..ye sammy nalayak ko maine kaha vha tel rakha hai utha laa..isne muje vo laakr diya.." ..he said picking a pillow and hitting sammy as he laughed...
"Tu to us bechare bche ke peeche pada kar bas...tu Sidharth tuje problem hai mere baalo se, tune jaankr usse bola vo tel lane k liye..tuje feel nahi hua kya lga raha h tu" she says hitting his head...
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