Sunday, 19 August 2018

part 21 : To Err is Human

Dheemi Dheemi, Dheemi Dheemi
Khushboo Hai Tera Badan

Sulgey Mehke, Pighale Dehke
Kyoon Na Behke Mera Mann

Woh Chali Hawaa, Ke Nasha Ghula
Hai Samaa Bhi Jaise Dhuan Dhuan
Tera Roop Hai, Ke Ye Dhoop Hai
Khule Baal Hain, Ke Hain Badliyaan

Tu Jo Paas Hai Mujhe Pyaas Hai
Tere jism Ka ehsaas Hai…………………..
(From Earth 1947)


"Kiss me Armaaan…please paas aa jao," Ridhhima pulled him closer, her eyes half asleep, senses numb from the alcohol in her veins. As Armaan pressed his weight against hers, her warmth, fragrance and softness drove him crazy. No woman had ever aroused him the way she was at that moment. He knew they loved each other; she was the only one he wanted to spend his life with and she had all but surrendered herself to him…….so why was he hesitating? He had never hesitated before with women in his past.




Armaan bent down and kissed her lips, initial tenderness giving away to passion and intense desire. She reciprocated his passion and pulled him closer. Her moans and desirous kisses were like ecstasy; if she was inebriated from the spirits, he was drunk on her. Instinctively, his fingers reached for her kurta buttons as his lips explored her face, gradually moving down the curve of her neck. Riddhima was smashed, her eyes almost shut; her soft snores jolted Armaan back into reality. SHE WAS FAST ASLEEP!



A startled Armaan withdrew his hands from her and sat up, embarrassed and mortified at what he was about to do. He buried his face in his palms, "OH God! Yeh hum kya karne jaa rahe the? Riddhima tho nashe mein hai….lekin main tho poore hosh mein hoon….NO Riddhima I cannot do this to us…..we love each other….aur main nahin chaata hamare pyaar par koi daag bhi lage." He removed the covers and lifted her in his arms.




"Riddhima…..you cannot be found in my room….main jaanta hoon hamare beech kuch nahin hua lekin jab tumhein kal hosh aayega….tum apne aap ko kabhie maaf nahin kar paaogi…..I know you…..aur main nahin chaahta hamare pyaar ki wajah se tumhein kabhie sharminda hone padhe," he whispered in her ear but she was out, unaware of her surroundings.



Armaan tip toed out without waking his house mates. Prithvi had just walked back from the hospital after sneaking on Angad and Kripa. He peered through his door and was shocked to see Armaan walk out with Riddhima in his arms….hey bhagwan yeh kya ho raha hai?



"RAHUL!" Prithvi shook his roommate who was fast sleep.


"Hmmm? Sone de yaar," Rahul murmured.


"You know what I just saw?"


"what?" a curious Rahul sat up.


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"Armaan?" Kripa was walking back from the hospital. She spotted him carrying her friend in his arms.


"Sshhh!" he shushed her, "please help me carry her back to your room."


"Kya hua Riddhima ko?" Kripa was shocked to see a limp Riddhima in his arms.



"Champagne…..aaj ke baad apni saheli ko sharaab mat pilaana," he whispered, "now please open the door…..your friend is not that light," he chuckled.




"Pilaate khud ho….aur mujhey blame kar rahe ho….I was in the hospital," Kripa frowned.



"Sorry sister…..I know it is my fault….please open the door."



Kripa led Armaan to their bedroom and helped him place Riddhima on the bed.



"Armaan…I hope you did not," she looked at him angrily as she saw Riddhima's kurta slightly unbuttoned.



Armaan lowered his head, "nahin agar aaj main apne aap ko nahin rokta tho shayad…" he paused.



Kripa was aware of Armaan's reputation, but she trusted his earnest reply, "thanks bhai……Riddhima will always be grateful to you…….and will always trust you……tum achche aadmi ho……and now I am sure you truly love her," she squeezed his hand and urged him to leave.



'Thanks behna!" he smiled and patted Kripa's head affectionately. Armaan knew that Kripa would take care of the situation in case Riddhima had any doubts about what happened between them once she was sober.

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NEXT MORNING:


Kripa strolled among the rose bushes in the Hospital compound. She clipped a few and inhaled their fragrance.


"Hi Kripa…..yeh phool kahan le jaa rahi ho?" Prithvi startled her from behind.



"Oh Prithvi? Main tho darr gayi thi….good morning…..I haven't seen you around much," she smiled at him as the roses caressed her face softly.



"Missed me?" he asked shyly.



"You are a good friend Prithvi….of course I missed you."


"These flowers are very pretty…..lekin tumse zyaada nahin," he smiled and lowered his gaze.



Kripa was a bit taken aback; Prithvi had always treated her as a friend, but was he hitting on her? She valued his friendship and would hate to spoil their relationship, "Oh Prithvi…..are you learning to talk like Armaan and Angad?" She chuckled, "jaanta ho na wo dono mazaak zyaada aur serious baatein kum karte hain…..I prefer you the way you are…..thanks for the compliment par tum jaise ho waise hi rehna….ek achche dost bankar….samjhe?" she squeezed his hand in a friendly gesture, indirectly hinting him to back off.


"Yes of course Kripa….you are my best friend here….and will always be," he nodded, "I hope you are taking good care of yourself…..theek se khaana bhi nahin khaati ho…..anemic bhi ho…..I am worried about you."



"I am a big girl Prithvi…..but I appreciate your concern," she grinned, "chalo main chalti hoon….Dr Josh ke saath saare inpatients par rounds karne hain….bye," she slid away with the flowers in her hands. Prithvi clenched his fists as he saw her head towards Angad's room.


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"CHORI PAKDI GAYI!" Angad startled Kripa as he grabbed her from behind. She was changing the flowers in the vase next to his bed.


"Chori?" she turned around.


"Hmm…chor….ab pataa chala kaun roz yeh phool chori chori yahan rakh jaata hai," he smiled and pulled her closer. He was fresh from the shower, water droplets still lingering on his hair and forehead. With his shirt unbuttoned and a towel wrapped around his waist, profusely oozing his masculinity, Kripa found herself getting weak in her knees.



"Anggad," she shut her eyes and pulled away, "I need to go."



"Aise kaise jaane doonga….apni dawa chaahiye mujhey," his moist arms pulled her closer.


'Angad…please….Dr Josh aate hi honge."



"Aane do…main nahin darrta," he pressed his lips against hers; her arms instinctively encircled his neck as he tasted her delectable lips. He picked a rose from the vase behind her and placed it in her hair as they stood lip locked, intertwined in each other's arms.


"Sister….Dr Khanna ke vitals kya hain?" Josh's voice echoed from outside the room.


Kripa pulled away to free herself, but Angad grabbed her waist and lifted her in his arms.


"ANGADDD!" she whispered loudly but he carried her into the bathroom and shut the door behind them.



"Yeh kya kar rahe ho? Dr Josh bahar hain….tumhein dekhne aaye hain."



He shut her mouth with his palm, "chup….he will come back….don't worry…..meri dawa abhi poori nahin huyi."


Before she could reply, his lips sealed hers and stifled her protests.



"Lagta hai Dr Angad apne room mein nahin hain," the nurse's voice floated from the room.


"We will come back later…may be he is the bathroom….I see his door locked," Josh replied, "by the way Sister Mittal….aaj Dr Kripa rounds par nahin aayi?"


"May be she is running late sir," the nurse answered.


"Hmm…..please page her," Josh said as they walked out.


Angad's lips devoured her hungrily as he turned the pager off in her coat pocket. Kripa felt helpless and feeble as he crushed her against the bathroom wall. His hands slid under her kurta, his fingers crawling against her skin. His touch sent a sweet twinge all over her body; her hands held onto his strong back underneath his shirt, till she realized what was happening. They both felt the heat and the arousal emanating from each other.


"ANGAD!" she pushed him away with all her strength, "yeh galat hai…..we can't do this." She turned her pager ON in her pocket and took a deep breath.



"Kya galat hai Kripa?" he was surprised, "hum ek doosre se pyaar karte hain…..kya itna bhi haq nahin hai humein ek doosre par?"



"Haq hai Angad…..mujhpar sirf tumhara haq hai…..aur tumpar mera…..lekin abhi nahin," she straightened her kurta and stepped away.



"Let's marry Kripa," he pulled her closer back into his arms, "I need you…..we belong to each other…..tho yeh doori kyun?"



"Nahin Angad," she pulled away again, "pehle mere parents se bhi mil lo…..theek se mera haath maangna…..aise nahin."



"Why Kripa? Shaadi tumse karni hai…..tumhare parents se kyun permission chaahiye?"



"Yahi duniya ka usool hai Angad…..aur mera bhi…..I can't betray my parent's trust….they mean a lot to me."



Angad lowered his head; she was right. Just because he had no family and he did not care what other's felt about him, he had no right to force her into a relationship without her parent's consent.


"Theek hai Kripa…..kab mil sakta hoon tumhare parents ko?"



"I am going home for Diwali vacations….tum bhi chalna mere saath."


"Diwali? That is months away," he counted the months on his fingers, "six months?"



"Hmm….six months will go like this," she snapped her fingers, "don't be so impatient….waise bhi internship will keep us busy….bye," she waved her fingers and stepped out cautiously.



"NO Kripa…..you and your thoughts will keep me busy," he smiled behind her and shook his head helplessly, "it will be HARRRDDD!"



………to be contd…….
bheegi

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