Monday, 23 October 2017

PART 39: Ehsaas


 BOLLYWOOD NIGHT AT SURGICAL CONVENTION:

The Bollywood extravaganza was held at the Taj convention center. A lot of celebrities were invited to mingle with the world-renowned Plastic surgeons. The bollywood stars performed a variety of song and dance sequences as a part of the entertainment. Armaan was grateful to Anjali for organizing the whole event. The presence of the celebrity stars added to the glamour and color of the festive evening.


Anjali performed a dance on this famous song- "dilbar dilbar" from "sirf tum"


http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-1520.html

Ha ah ha, ha ah ha, ha ah ha
Dilbar dilbar, haan dilbar dilbar - 2
Hosh na khabar hai, yeh kaisa asar hai - 2
Tumse milne ke baad dilbar - 2
Dard hai chubhan hai, kya deewanapan hai - 2
Tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Haan, tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Dilbar dilbar, haan dilbar dilbar - 2

Tu mera khwaab hai, tu mere dil ka qaraar - 2
Dekh le jaaneman, dekh le bas ek baar
Choom le jism ko, hum nasheen paas aa
Chain kho gaya hai, kuch to ho gaya hai - 2
Tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Haan, tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Dilbar dilbar, haan dilbar dilbar – 2

As Anjali danced and gyrated to the music, her seductive moves lured all the young surgeons in the audience. Anjali, of course, openly wooed her prime target, Dr Armaan Malik. Armaan, for a change enjoyed the rapturous attention he was getting amongst all the young surgeons.



Haan haan haan haan, haan haan haan haan - 2
Ishq betaab hai, husn ki maheki bahaar - 2
Dooriya kis liye, kis liye ab intezaar
Tootna hai badan, kya hua kya pataa
Pyaas mein dhali hoon, raat din jali hoon - 2
Tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Haan, tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Hosh na khabar hai, yeh kaisa asar hai - 2
Tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Haan, tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Dard hai chubhan hai, kya deewanapan hai - 2
Tumse milne ke baad dilbar
Haan, tumse milne ke baad dilbar



Armaan was thrilled to see that all the delegates had their tongues hanging out after Anjali's sensuous performance. Armaan gave a big hug to Anjali, "you were great!"
Dr Modi congratulated both Anjali and Armaan, "I think these surgeons would want to come back to Mumbai every year….you both make a great team!"



Anjali looked at Armaan with the corner of her eyes, "kyon Armaan? Ab tho log bhi hamari team ki tareef karne lage hain…..after all we make a HOT PAIR! What ya'say?" she elbowed Armaan.



"Anjali…yeh sirf performance ki baat kar rahe hain…..zyaada extrapolate mat karo," he just grinned and walked to get a drink.



Anjali followed him, "Armaan….as you promised, can we go out to dinner now? I know this really cool seafood place…..wahan koi humein pareshaan bhi nahin karega….shall we?"

Armaan took out his phone from his pocket, "Ok..wait for me in the lobby…main bas yeh phone call return karke aata hoon," he noticed that Riddhima had called him a few times. He probably did not hear the ring when the songs and dances were being performed.



"Hello! Main Armaan bol raha hoon…kaun Lovely maasi? Riddhima hai?" Armaan called from a quiet corner.



Lovely: "beta Riddhima tho Padma aur Abhimanyu ke saath mandir gayi hai."

Armaan was baffled, "Abhimanyu? Abhimanyu kab gaya Ramgarh?"



Lovely: "arre beta wo hi tho Riddhima ko yahan laya tha….tumhey nahin pata? Wo tumhara dost hai na?"



Armaan calmed down, "haan…haan maasi wo mera achha dost hai….chalo achha hua wo bhi pahunch gaya wahan….main Riddhima se baad mein baat karta hoon," he hung up, still could not fathom the fact that Abhimanyu had taken Riddhima to Ramgarh, "mujhey bataaya kyon nahin Riddhima ne? Aakhir Abhimanyu ko wo jaanti hi kitna hai? Abhimanyu ne bhi mujhey phone nahin kiya."




Armaan could no longer think of anything else. He excused himself from the party and ran out of the convention hall.



Anjali was waiting for him in the lobby. She had changed into a sexy short sleeveless black dress, "so are we ready?"



Armaan cringed as he remembered his promise to Anjali, "Anjali…ek emergency aa gayi hai….I need to attend to that….can I take a rain check tonight?"



Anjali was furious, "Armaan…tumne mujhey samajh kya rakha hai? Tumhare ishaaron par naachti rahoon? Tumhari wajah se maine kitne dinner appointments cancel kiye….remember I am just doing a favor to you! Aaj ki shaam tumhare guests ko entertain bhi maine hi kiya hai!"



"Anjali…Anjali calm down….of course I am grateful to you…tumhare bina tho main professionally khatam ho jaaoonga….you have made me who I am….how can I forget that? Par please samjho…meri bahut badhi emergency hai….I promise kal shaam ko main tumhare saath dinner par jaaoonga….jahan tum kahogi…please understand," Armaan used his charm once again; he knew how to pacify women with his innocent and charming act-Anjali was no exception!




"OK Armaan! You are a good friend….iss liye tumhey maaf kiya….par kal agar tumney apna vaada thoda na…mujh se bura koi nahin hoga!" Anjali warned him. She knew that the only way to make Armaan hers was by patience and perseverance. She was almost getting there- all the hard work of the past year was slowly but surely showing results.


"Promise!" Armaan wrinkled his nose and walked out to the parking lot.



Armaan started his car and started driving like a maniac. He did not know why, but theknowledge of Abhimanyu going to Ramgarh with Riddhima had stung him sharply.



He covered the 5-hour journey between Mumbai and Ramgarh in 3 hours. He was in front of Dr Misra's house by 1 am.


He knocked on the door a few times. Finally, a bleary eyed Lovely, opened the door, "Dr Malik aap? Itni raat ko?"


"Namaste maasi…Riddhima kahan hai?" Armaan asked as he entered inside.


"Hey Armaan! Tu aa hi gaya? Teri conference kaisi jaa rahi hai?" a sleepy Abhimanyu walked out of the guest bedroom.

"Oh Hi Abhimanyu! I am glad you are here…..I am sure you are a big HELP!" Armaan said sarcastically, his eyes still wandering for Riddhima.



"Beta….wo Padma ke saath Dr Misra ke kamrey mein hi so rahi hai….chaaho tho andar chale jao," Lovely informed Armaan.


Armaan was about to walk towards Dr Misra's bedroom, when Riddhima walked out of the room, "kaun hai maasi?" she said in a weary voice.



Riddhima saw Armaan standing in the hallway. She was overwhelmed with emotion at seeing him. Her heart had been aching for him since she had heard about her uncle's heart attack. She had suffered and cried alone the last 3 days, but now she could not hold her tears anymore, and ran to him. She hugged him tightly and started sobbing, "bahut der kar di Armaan…mamaji ab hamare beech nahin rahe."



Armaan put his arm around her, "don't worry jaan! Ab main aa gaya hoon I am here to take care of you," he looked up at Abhimanyu as if indicating to him, "she is mine buddy….back off!" Abhimanyu lowered his eyes and went back to the guest room. Lovely also retired back to her bed.



Armaan held Riddhima for sometime. He also became a little emotional when he saw Dr Misra's photograph in a corner with a garland around it. There was a small diya still burning in front of the photograph. "Maa kahan hai?" Armaan asked Riddhima.



Riddhima led him to the bedroom, "maa….Armaan aa gaya…" Riddhima whispered softly



Padma sat up and stretched her arms for Armaan. Armaan sat down next to Padma and gave her a hug, "mujhey maaf kar dee jiye maa….main pehle nahin aa paaya….Sir humein bina mile hi chale gaye."

"Beta….bhaiya is duniya mein nahin hain tho kya? Unka aashirwaad hamesha tum dono ke saath rahega," Padma kissed Armaan's forehead, 'achha hua tu aa gaya beta….kal ghar par shanti puja hai….tu hi unke bete ki jagah puja mein baithna kal."



Armaan pulled back, "lekin…lekin maa, main tho thodi der mein wapas chalaa jaoonga….wahan Mumbai mein conference chal rahi hai…main tho sirf Riddhima ko wapas le jaane aaya tha," he said.



Padma and Riddhima were stunned and looked at each other.



Riddhima came forward, "Armaan…main kuch din yahin rahoongi…..jab tak 13 din nahin ho jaate, main wapas ghar nahin aaoongi."


Armaan was surprised. He got up and walked towards Riddhima,
 "Riddhima….tumhey akele kaise chhod sakta hoon….wapas kaise aaogi?"



Riddhima said tearfully, "Armaan jaise aayi thi, waise hi wapas chali jaaoongi…tum kyon fikar karte ho?"



Padma sensed the tension, " beta Armaan…thoda aaraam kar lo….kal subah chale jaana….main samajh sakti hoon ki kaam bhi bahut zaroori hai….par itni raat ko kahan jaaogey?"



Armaan stared at Riddhima and walked out in anger. He went upstairs to his old room and sat down on the bed. His 'room' was still the same; untouched by anyone- it seemed that he still lived here-he remembered the first few months of his blissful married life, there were a lot of memories attached to this room. The stuffed teddy bear he had purchased for their child was propped up on the bed. He lay down on the bed and tried to close his eyes.



Riddhima walked in after a few minutes, "Armaan, tum yahan kyon aaye ho? Tumhari conference abhi khatam nahin huyi hai, aur tumhey wapas jaana hai, phir kuch ghanto ke liye hi kyon aaye ho?" she bit her lower lip as she suppressed her tears.



Armaan got up and said, "tumhey meri fikar na ho….par mujhey tho hai na? Main sirf tumhare liye aaya hoon…please wapas Mumbai chalo"



Riddhima turned her back to him and walked towards the window, "Armaan, tumhey meri fikar hoti tho mere saath aana chaahiye tha…..wo tho bechare Abhimanyu ka shukar hai ki wo mere saath aa gaya….aur yahan sab ke saath itna apnapan dikhaya hai usne…sach mein tumhare saare purane dost bahut ache hain….pata nahin naye doston mein tumne galti kaise kar li?"



Armaan's nostrils flared up in anger, "Riddhima! You have no idea about the real world! Main maanta hoon ki mujhey yahan pehle hona chaahiye tha, par tum har baat mein Anjali ko galat kyon saabit karna chaahti ho…why are you jealous of her?"



Riddhima's voice cracked, "Armaan…please don't yell at me….tumhey wapas jaana hai tho jao….main 13 din baad hi aaoongi."



Armaan picked his bag and walked out in frustration, "theek hai! Main wapas jaa raha hoon….ab tho tumhey Abhimanyu ka saath mil gaya hai na, tho meri kya zaroorat hai?"



Riddhima was stunned. She turned around, "THO YEH BAAT HAI? TUM YAHAN ABHIMANYU KI WAJAH SE AAYE HO NA? SHAYAD TUMHEY YEH GAWAARA NAHIN HUA KI KOI AUR MARD MERI MADAD KAR RAHA HAI! YOU ARE JEALOUS OF HIM….AREN'T YOU?"



Armaan clenched his teeth and said, "I am going Riddhima….tumhey jab aana hai wapas aa jaana…..jiske saath aana hai, aa jaana….mujhey bahut kaam hai….I don't have time to waste on such discussions! Bye!"



Armaan walked out and drove off to Mumbai. Abhimanyu saw Armaan drive off from his window. Abhimanyu called Anjali and gloated, "lagta hai, jalan ki aag lag gayi hai…..I think they had a big argument….he has turned around to go back to Mumbai….congratulations Anjali!"



Riddhima was heartbroken. She was shattered by her uncle's demise, and her husbands's heartlessness had broken her completely. She stayed up all night, sobbing on her pillow, till her tears had dried out.



The next morning, she decided to focus on the important things- the shanti puja at home.

She told everyone that Armaan had an emergency at work and had to leave ASAP.

Keerti and Shubhankar came down that day to take part in the puja. Keerti was upset when she found out that Armaan was not there on Riddhima's side when she needed him the most.



"Riddhima….mera bhai kabhie kabhie bhatak jaata hai…..usey sahi raasta diChaddhaa padhta hai kai baar….wo apne kaam aur career mein kuch zyaada hi doob jaata hai….Mumbai jaakar usey pyaar se samjhaana…..main bhi us sey baat karoongi," Keerti soothed Riddhima as she gave her a warm and affectionate hug.



Shubhankar was surprised to see Abhimanyu so involved in the puja; he almost seemed like a family member. Shubhankar and Keerti knew Abhimanyu as Armaan's friend, but had never taken a liking for him the way they were fond of Muskaan. Muskaan seemed so genuine in her friendship, but Abhimanyu seemed like an opportunistic friend. Shubhankar had noticed Abhimanyu staring at Riddhima on various occasions-not as a friend or a well wisher, but with a lustrous desire in his eyes. Riddhima, of course was oblivious as she was too overwhelmed with grief and sadness.

Shubhankar came up to Riddhima after the puja, "yeh Abhimanyu kuch zyaada hi tum mein interest nahin le raha?"



"Oh jiju aap? Abhimanyu? Wo Armaan ka dost hai, aur ab mera bhi….bahut helpful hai," Riddhima defended Abhimanyu



"Helpful tho hai….par meri baat ka dhyaan rakhna….keep some distance from him…I am not sure about his intentions." Shubhankar gave his brotherly advise to Riddhima.



Riddhima nodded and thanked him, "aap fikar mat kee jiye jiju…Armaan ke alaawa main kisi aur ki taraf dekh bhi nahin sakti."



That day, Armaan's mind could not focus on any of the seminars or papers presented in the conference. His argument with Riddhima kept playing back in his mind repeatedly. Riddhima was right! He was indeed getting jealous of Abhimanyu….but he had a right to be jealous…who was Abhimanyu to interfere in his life and try to take his place at the Misra residence? Armaan promised himself, that as soon as the conference was over, he would go back to Ramgarh and spend the last few days with Riddhima and her family.



Anjali reminded him of his promise that evening, "shall we go out tonight?"



Armaan remembered his promise and said, "as you wish"

"How about my place? I will have my chef cook something up for us…OK?"

"Whatever you want Anjali." Armaan was in no mood to argue with her and accepted her offer.


Anjali and Armaan had a cozy dinner at her place. Anjali sent all the servants away for the night, "bas aaj raat ko no disturbance…OK?"

Armaan got ready to leave. He felt a little light-headed after the few drinks he had consumed with dinner. He had been very quiet during the dinner; his mind still thinking of the argument he had with Riddhima the night before. The more he felt bad about lashing out at Riddhima, the more alcohol he consumed.



As Armaan staggered to leave, Anjali stopped him at the door. She came close to him and started caressing his muscular chest. She unbuttoned his top 2 buttons and kissed him passionately on his chest, 'kahan jaa rahe ho jaan-e.man? Abhi tho raat baaki hai."


Armaan gave out a faint laugh in his inebriated state, "kya kar rahi ho Riddhima? Bahut shaitaan ho gayi ho."


Anjali was not pleased to hear Riddhima's name, but she did not say anything; she thought, 'chalo Riddhima samajh kar hi sahi…..meri pyaas tho bujhaa dega aaj."



Anjali started her seductive game on Armaan. She laid Armaan on the couch and started working on him. Armaan just kept muttering Riddhima's name in pleasure. Just as Anjali was getting ready for him, Armaan's phone rang loudly. However sleepy or inebriated Armaan would be, he never ignored his calls from the hospital.



"Sorry…let me take this call," Armaan swayed away from the couch and answered, "yes…this is Dr Malik! Kya hua….503 has coded? Ok, main abhi aaya!" Armaan suddenly regained his senses, buttoned and zipped up his clothes and ran out the door. 503 was the finance minister of Maharashtra and he had to be attended to ASAP!


Anjali was left high and dry once again………she fumed and fretted all night, but Armaan never came back….

Sangeeta

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