Mai Lab..Tu Dua..

30. ..Vo Dhoop Mai Hai Khada Khud..

"Ghutan si hone lagi thi kisi ko manate manate..Main khud rooth gaya tha kisi ko manate manate.."

Shehnaaz kaha gayi thi" Sidharth asked exasparated, holding her as she got in from the door holding her clutch in her hand..she looked up at him about to answer, when he looked behind her and his anger reached off limits, his nostrils flared, as he grasped her hand tightly taking her upstairs, his hand hurt the end of railing making his sling slightly come off..

"Sidd" she almost just mumbled but stopped when she saw him angrily throw the sling holding his wrapped hand off on the floor, he grabbed her wrist again as they entered the room, he closed the door with a thud from his feet, finally leaving her hand..

"Kya hua hai" he asked in a slow yet hurtful tone, trying to be as calm as possible..

"Kuch nahi" she asked looked away.."Tera sling lekar aati hu" she said walking past him, he again grabbed her wrist bringing her back in front again..he softens a bit seeing her watery eyes, he lets out a breath.."Kya hua hai Shehnaaz" he asked again in a pleading tone this time..

"Kuch nahi hua hai" she said looking away from his eyes, he puts his finger below her chin making him face her..

"Meri Shehnaaz akhein nahi churati thi" he said softly, almost in a sobby tone..

"Tu auto se kyu aayi, jab bahar char gaddiyan khadi hai..or driver bhi tha, maine driver ko bola bhi tha tere sath jane ko Samar ke school" he said keeping his hand on waist looking at her face for an answer as she just kept looking away from him , he left her wrist at her stubbornness, walking two steps behind..he rubbed his hand on his face, she looked at him, she felt helpless she did not know what to tell him, she did not know how to behave normal in an instant when she does not feel like home, how to own something she does not find her own, she looked at him sitting down on the bed, she took baby steps and just walked out of the room, Sidharth looked at her retreating figure, he sighed as he kept his head on headboard closing his eyes, his hand pained but he could not feel it over how much his heart ached at his own wife not knowing her place, his own piece that can fill the void in him, the only peice to his incomplete puzzle who is irreplaceable..he heard the door open after a few minutes, he did not need to open his eyes to look who it was, he could sense her presence as she neared him, he opened his eyes when he felt a soothing touch, a touch enough for him to surrender his entire being, a touch of whom his entire being melted to in a blink, he did what her slight touch directed him to, it was amazing how her tiny hands had strength to move him forward by just this slight touch, and she moved her hand carefully holding his hand in her hand as she adjusted the sling on it she leaned forward as she straightened the strap of it on his chest, her hand brushed his chest as a warm tear fell on his injured hand, his entire being churned on the sensation of her tears touching him, his hand twitched at the sensation, he wanted to wrap her in him and her reluctance was pushing him when all he wanted was to pull her so close in him that she could know that how much she was a part of him, how much she was him more than he was himself..

"Shehnaaz" he said softly as she turned around to leave..

"Hmm" she said in a choked up voice holding herself together..

"Ye script hai iski rehearsal karte hai chal" he said looking at her back as she turned around in an instant looking at him in confusion..

"Please" he said, handing her the script as she just nodded, taking the spiralled document in her hand as she opened its first page..

"Page 85" he said staring in her face as she turned the pages..

"Haan Sheetal ka dialogue" he said, still not moving his gaze away from her..