Friday, 21 July 2017

PART 7:: Ehsaas

 As the days went by, it was becoming quite obvious to Lovely and Dr Shashank Misra that Armaan and Riddhima were more than 'just friends'

Lovely called Padma one day, "Behenji….aap se ek baat karni thi…"

Padma: "Bolo Lovely…."


Lovely: "Aapko Dr Malik kaise lagte hain?"

Padma: "Bahut accha ladka hai, doctor bhi accha hai, uski dawai se mera BP bahut dino baad control mein aaya hai…"

Lovely: "Hamari Riddhima ke liye kaisa rahega?"

Padma: "Tumney tho mere mooh ki baat cheen li….main bhi yahi soch rahi thi….aakhir Riddhima bhi tho ab 21 ki ho gayi hai…..lekin darr lagta hai…"

Lovely: "Darr? Kyon?"

Padma: "Pataa nahin wo Mumbai ka rehnaey waala…..yahan sirf ek saal ke liye hi aaya hai…..aage kya iraada hai uska? Lagta tho mujhey bhi aisa hai ki wo Riddhima ko aur Riddhima usko pasand karti hai, par aage baat kaise badhaaun?"

Lovely: "Main Dr Misra se baat karti hoon……wo shayad Armaan ke dil ke baat jaan sakein"

Padma: "Theek hai! Main Riddhima se bhi baat kar leti hoon….uske dil ki baat bhi pataa chal jaaye tho accha hai…."


After Riddhima's wounds had healed well over the next 3-4 weeks, there was no reason for Armaan to "examine" her regularly. He was very pleased with the results and could not help patting himself on the back, "shayad Dr Misra theek kehte hain, meri ungaliyon mein sach much jaadoo hai…..I should consider plastics as an option after my training…."



At some pretext or another, Armaan started paying regular visits to Riddhima's house-

"auntie main aapka haal poonchney aaya tha"

"Riddhima se kahiye ki clinic mein thoda kaam hai"…..

"Riddhima ke ghaav dekhney aaya tha……"


Padma knew that those were all excuses; Armaan was there for Riddhima and Riddhima only.


One day, when Padma was massaging Riddhima's long thick tresses, she asked, "tujhey Dr Malik kaise lagte hain?"


Riddhima turned red from embarrassment, but Padma could not tell as she was facing Riddhima's back.


"M-maa…..aap kyon poonch rahi hain? He is a good doctor…..aur…aur sab log unhey pasand karne lage hain….aur kya?" Riddhima replied


"Main teri baat kar rahi hoon pagli!"

"Maaaaa…..aisa kuch nahin hai…. Wo ek acche insaan aur acche doctor hain…bas!" Riddhima lied.


"Hmmm…..chalo dekhtey hain….par beta ek baat ka dhyaan rakhna….wo badhe sheher ka rehney waala hai…..hum chote log hain, sab log humein yahan jaante hain, kabhie koi aisa kaam mat karna jo hamari maryada se baahar ho…..aur agar tujhey wo sach much pasand hai tho main bhaiyya se keh kar aage baat badhaa sakti hoon…" Padma caressed her hair affectionately.



Riddhima just blushed and shut her eyes; she knew her mom was right-there was no doubt that what she felt for Armaan was not friendship or a mere fondness-it was beyond that…..she had fallen for him and his charm badly……the way he looked at her, touched her, smiled at her-it was irresistible, but she was too shy to admit to or express her feelings.


One day, when Padma was out shopping and Riddhima was alone at home in the kitchen, Armaan dropped by, unannounced as usual, "kya banaa rahi ho? Bahut acchi khushboo aa rahi hai," he just walked in casually.

"Maa ghar par nahin hai….wo bazaar gayi hain…" Riddhima dropped a hint that she was alone.


Armaan followed her to the kitchen and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her closer and gazed into her eyes, "tho kya tum soch thi ho main roz maa se milne aata hoon?"



Riddhima tried to free herself and lowered her eyes, "nahin….aap maa ka BP check karne aate hai na?"


"Hmm….unka BP tho theek ho gaya, par mere BP ka kya hoga?" he smiled, his twinkling with mischief.


"Chhod iye…please main kitchen ka kaam kar rahi hoon…," she relied softly

"Ek shart par," he was still holding her wrist with his strong hands.

"Shart?"

"Haan….promise ki tum mera dil chura logi….," he came behind her and whispered in her ear, "please….chura lo na dil mera…."


Riddhima pulled away, "na…na..na…"

Enjoy this song as Armaan keeps pleading Riddhima to fall for him and Riddhima keeps denying her feelings:

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-972.html

"chura lo na dil" from "kareeb"



ARMAAN:
Dil mera chura lo
Aankhon mein chhupa lo
Apna bana lo sanam

RIDDHIMA:
Na na na..
Na na na..
Haan haan haan
Na na na na

ARMAAN:
Chura lo na dil mera sanam
Bana lo na apna sanam
Ki tere bin na ji sakenge
Ki tere bin na mar sakenge
Kuchh bhi na kar sakenge

RIDDHIMA:
Chura lo na dil mera sanam
Chura lein kyon dil tera sanam

Na na na..

ARMAAN:
Haan haan haan

RIDDHIMA:
Na na na na

Masala baant loon
Main pyaaz kaat loon
Chhuri kidhar gayi
Uff hai nal khula hua
ARMAAN:
Main keh raha hoon kya
Tu sun rahi hai kya
Tu sun rahi hai kya
Main keh raha hoon kya

RIDDHIMA:
Tera deewanapan hai yeh
O bekhabar kitchen hai yeh
Yeh kyon vahaan utha dhuaan
Kya jaane kya jal gaya

ARMAAN:
Tere bin na ji sakenge
Ki tere bin na mar sakenge
Kuchh bhi na kar sakenge
Chura lo na dil mera sanam
Chura lein kyon dil tera sanam


RIDDHIMA:
Na jaane kya kaha
Kaho na phir zara
Sunoon mein gaur se
Kaho na zor se

ARMAAN:
Kaha jo zor se
To chaaron aur se
Hasenge hum pe sab
Hamaare shor se

RIDDHIMA:
Karenge baat phir kabhi
Jawaab chaahiye abhi
Nahin nahin abhi nahin
Itni bhi jaldi hai kya

ARMAAN:
Ki tere bin na ji sakenge
Ki tere bin na mar sakenge
Hum soch kar kahenge



Armaan finally got frustrated and went into the backyard. He pretended he was really upset and would stop wooing her any more:


Achcaha hua jo pyaar ki pehchaan ho gayi
Dete thay jis pe jaan woh anjaan ho gayi
Mausam to main nahin hoon
Jo aaoonga jaoonga
Rootha jo ek baar to vaapas na aoonga


Na na na..
Na na na..

RIDDHIMA:
Haan haan haan
Na na na na

Riddhima followed him and knew that she could not deny her feelings for him anymore:


Chura lo na dil mera sanam
Bana lo na apna sanam
Ki tere bin na ji sakenge
Ki tere bin na mar sakenge
Hum soch kar kahenge

Dil mera churalo
Aankhon mein chhupalo
Apna banalo sanam..

Armaan was standing with his back to her. She came and leaned her head on his back and said, "mujhey tumhari shart manzoor hai….par kabhie wapas jaane ki baat nahin karna…..warna main jee nahin paaoongi….."



Armaan smiled and turned around. He looked at Riddhima and cupped her face in his hands, "sach?"


Riddhima shut her eyes and nodded silently. He traced the curves of her face and outline of her lips with his thumbs, "God! You are beautiful! Riddhima maine aaj tak tumhare jaisi khubsoorat ladki nahin dekhi…..main tumhara diwana banta jaa raha hoon……mera ilaaj karogi?"


Riddhima's heart was racing at 100 miles an hour; her breath became heavy as the forehead sprouted with beads of sweat; with her eyes still closed, she whispered back, "jo khud bimaar ho, wo ilaaj kaise kare?"



Armaan kept caressing her lower lip with his thumb, driving her into a frenzy of sensations, her body had never experienced before.



He finally bent over and gently touched his lips to hers and whispered into her lips, "aise…"



Riddhima's arms impulsively circled his neck, as he gently pulled her closer by her waist. Their hearts throbbed against each other; beating in unison as Armaan's lips deepened their grip on hers. Riddhima surrendered herself to the sweet and steamy sensation of his kiss and thought she was like a feather floating in the air, oblivious of her surroundings and her identity.



They heard the front door unlock, "RIDDHIMA! RIDDHIMA! Kahan hai tu? Zara yeh bazaar ka samaan andar le aa…..," Padma's voice floated from inside the house. Riddhima pulled herself back in haste, still dizzy from Armaan's passionate kiss. She wiped her lips and straightened her kurta, "Uh…Uh…main abhi aayi maa!" She looked at Armaan; his eyes were still burning with hunger; he did not let go of her.



"Armaan….please mu…mujhey jaane do…" she stuttered, trying to swallow hard as her throat felt parched.



Armaan pulled back, but kept his piercing gaze on her, "aaj chhod diya hai…..ab kabhie chhod ne ki baat mat karna…..main tumhara ghar par intezaar karoonga……please aaj shaam ko wahan aa jaana….I will wait for you….," he smiled and left from the rear gate of the house.


Sangeeta 

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