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Door bell of tears
Outside, dark clouds were gathering for a downpour; it was the 14th of February, 2018; she was working furiously on her laptop, typing words almost faster than she usually spoke. A single strand of hair fell on her face and she blew it away, her hands too busy to leave the keyboard. She could hear her husband hustling bustling in the bedroom. “He must be looking for the remote for the TV”, she chuckled, marvelling how she just knew. “Nalini”! His familiar voice came slithering through the corridor, “Where is tv remote?”
For a moment, the keyboard heaved a sigh of relief. A familiar urge to get up and find the remote rose in her, like a subconscious force rising in the capillary of her throat; long ago, as a child, her mother had taught her about “how to be a good wife”; “I think it is in the kitchen,” she shouted back. “I think I forgot it there while making tea”.
Obedient as a naive school boy,Rishabh came hobbling out, one hand holding their orange towel. She spared a glance and looked at her husband. Work, or calculations rather, had altered his dimple into a wrinkle. Five long years ago, she had left her parents for him. “That isn’t true,” a voice inside her whispered, “You had run away and tagged him along.” Another voice piped up “But he has done well, hasn’t he?” she smiled. Her mind shuffled with practiced ease between what she was typing and her wandering thoughts. Rishabh had always gawked at her ability of multi tasking.
Rishabh worked as an accountant in a diamond store in Mumbai’s famous Zaveri bazaar. His white shirt-black trouser bespectacled smile, gave away his profession much before he could introduce himself to anyone.
“I have to go back to the store,” she could hear his voice over the blaring noise of the TV. “Why do you have to go now”, her voice carried a note of irritation, “I thought we will have dinner together today”. Though her husband was meek and she knew she used her dominance over him, still she loved him. “It is our anniversary today and he has forgotten” that little voice inside croaked in despair “I thought I would remind him during dinner.”
“I shall be back in an hour” he said, as he hurriedly put on his shoes. She wasn’t typing anymore. She wanted to cook something special tonight. “Come early or eat cold dinner alone”, she quipped as she closed the door behind him.
The repeated banging of the bell brought a smile to her face. The day they had run away, he had come to her home while her parents were out and had frantically rung the bell repeatedly before she opened the door. Though years had passed, he always played the same game — rang the bell repeatedly while coming or going out.
But here
Rishabh remembered their anniversary very well. He imagined her eyes when he would put that diamond pendant over her soft skin. He chuckled at his own mischievousness. “He wasn’t that sort of a person, he was the simple, straight forward guy, or so she thought”, he reflected, “She will be in for a surprise today”.
Half an hour later, she was in the kitchen. Mumbling "agar tum mil jao"song as she chopped onions for chicken. Soon she was marinating the chicken with curd, garlic-ginger paste and haldi when she realized that the TV was on. “No wonder we pay so much on electricity bills”, she remarked as she strode to the bedroom; one hand dripping with marinade, while the other struggled to put that irritating strand of hair back in its place.
“Breaking News: Mumbai terrorized by blasts again” the idiot box blabbered. She stopped in her tracks. “Mumbai’s Zaveri bazaar has been ripped apart yet again“, there was silence inside her. A part of her wished that little voice inside would say something. “Zaveri Bazaar, famous for its diamond merchants .” Her mind refused to think. Dumbstruck, her bulbous eyes stared at the TV screen while marinade dripped from her fingers; that irritating strand of hair still on her temple.
She felt the bile rising up in her throat; she couldn’t shout nor speak. Like a zombie she picked up the mobile phone lying on the bed and dialled his number. Her practiced fingers trembled, her ears begging for the click of him picking up the phone. Her eyelashes were moist, she could not see clearly through the haze, but she couldn’t cry; her thumb pressed the green redial button all over again. She felt an unusual tingling in her toes, her usually steady fingers shook in uselessness; her ears pleaded to hear that voice, her Riahabh‘s voice….
That was when the perplexing silence was broken by a ring of the bell. And it rang twice. And then again. And again.
It was the time when,
The first drop of tear fell from her eyes..
Hello guys being this my first story on this forum,even if I say no one here would b knowing me or knows me would not b wrong.
Coming to the story it's all realistic just the name n dates have been changed.
So that it don't affects anyone's sentiments.
And most important reason why I am writing this is to just check am I capable enough to shake the ground here.
As after this I have the great story waiting to be posted in hindi story section which I most probably start after 14th of feb.
So please do guide me
Outside, dark clouds were gathering for a downpour; it was the 14th of February, 2018; she was working furiously on her laptop, typing words almost faster than she usually spoke. A single strand of hair fell on her face and she blew it away, her hands too busy to leave the keyboard. She could hear her husband hustling bustling in the bedroom. “He must be looking for the remote for the TV”, she chuckled, marvelling how she just knew. “Nalini”! His familiar voice came slithering through the corridor, “Where is tv remote?”
For a moment, the keyboard heaved a sigh of relief. A familiar urge to get up and find the remote rose in her, like a subconscious force rising in the capillary of her throat; long ago, as a child, her mother had taught her about “how to be a good wife”; “I think it is in the kitchen,” she shouted back. “I think I forgot it there while making tea”.
Obedient as a naive school boy,Rishabh came hobbling out, one hand holding their orange towel. She spared a glance and looked at her husband. Work, or calculations rather, had altered his dimple into a wrinkle. Five long years ago, she had left her parents for him. “That isn’t true,” a voice inside her whispered, “You had run away and tagged him along.” Another voice piped up “But he has done well, hasn’t he?” she smiled. Her mind shuffled with practiced ease between what she was typing and her wandering thoughts. Rishabh had always gawked at her ability of multi tasking.
Rishabh worked as an accountant in a diamond store in Mumbai’s famous Zaveri bazaar. His white shirt-black trouser bespectacled smile, gave away his profession much before he could introduce himself to anyone.
“I have to go back to the store,” she could hear his voice over the blaring noise of the TV. “Why do you have to go now”, her voice carried a note of irritation, “I thought we will have dinner together today”. Though her husband was meek and she knew she used her dominance over him, still she loved him. “It is our anniversary today and he has forgotten” that little voice inside croaked in despair “I thought I would remind him during dinner.”
“I shall be back in an hour” he said, as he hurriedly put on his shoes. She wasn’t typing anymore. She wanted to cook something special tonight. “Come early or eat cold dinner alone”, she quipped as she closed the door behind him.
The repeated banging of the bell brought a smile to her face. The day they had run away, he had come to her home while her parents were out and had frantically rung the bell repeatedly before she opened the door. Though years had passed, he always played the same game — rang the bell repeatedly while coming or going out.
But here
Rishabh remembered their anniversary very well. He imagined her eyes when he would put that diamond pendant over her soft skin. He chuckled at his own mischievousness. “He wasn’t that sort of a person, he was the simple, straight forward guy, or so she thought”, he reflected, “She will be in for a surprise today”.
Half an hour later, she was in the kitchen. Mumbling "agar tum mil jao"song as she chopped onions for chicken. Soon she was marinating the chicken with curd, garlic-ginger paste and haldi when she realized that the TV was on. “No wonder we pay so much on electricity bills”, she remarked as she strode to the bedroom; one hand dripping with marinade, while the other struggled to put that irritating strand of hair back in its place.
“Breaking News: Mumbai terrorized by blasts again” the idiot box blabbered. She stopped in her tracks. “Mumbai’s Zaveri bazaar has been ripped apart yet again“, there was silence inside her. A part of her wished that little voice inside would say something. “Zaveri Bazaar, famous for its diamond merchants .” Her mind refused to think. Dumbstruck, her bulbous eyes stared at the TV screen while marinade dripped from her fingers; that irritating strand of hair still on her temple.
She felt the bile rising up in her throat; she couldn’t shout nor speak. Like a zombie she picked up the mobile phone lying on the bed and dialled his number. Her practiced fingers trembled, her ears begging for the click of him picking up the phone. Her eyelashes were moist, she could not see clearly through the haze, but she couldn’t cry; her thumb pressed the green redial button all over again. She felt an unusual tingling in her toes, her usually steady fingers shook in uselessness; her ears pleaded to hear that voice, her Riahabh‘s voice….
That was when the perplexing silence was broken by a ring of the bell. And it rang twice. And then again. And again.
It was the time when,
The first drop of tear fell from her eyes..
Hello guys being this my first story on this forum,even if I say no one here would b knowing me or knows me would not b wrong.
Coming to the story it's all realistic just the name n dates have been changed.
So that it don't affects anyone's sentiments.
And most important reason why I am writing this is to just check am I capable enough to shake the ground here.
As after this I have the great story waiting to be posted in hindi story section which I most probably start after 14th of feb.
So please do guide me
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Something left unsaid
Samundar ke kinare batha,main un lahro ko dekh raha tha
Tufan ke sath aae, ek khubsurat najara dikhaya aur door chali gaye
Kasam se
Bilkul meri aur uski kahani jaise
Aise hi kuch khayal vaha bathe Daksh ke jahan me aa rahe the
Lekin uske love story bhi to aisi hi thi
Ek behad shant kisam ka ladka aur bahut tej modern Ladki
Daksh vaha bathe hue past ki dundli yaadon me kho gaya jaha ek taraf behad khushi thi to dusri taraf usse bhi jada dukh
**Poonam- kal time se ajana aur agar late hue to intzar hi karte rah jaoge
Ek purani tasvir uske dimag ke samne aae aur aaye bhi kyu nahi ye akhiri baar jo tha jab vo apne pyaar ki awaaz sun raha tha
Eske baad Daksh to time se pahuch gaya par sayad poonam late hogae aur etne late ki aaj 4 Saal hogae aur vo abhi tak nahi aae
Daksh har roj yaha aata tha ki sayad agar vo vapas aae to ye jagah sabse pehle dondegi
Usse jada sikayate nahi thi aur na usse ab koe ummid thi vo aaj bhi yaha sirf esliye aata tha ki kya pata Ek din poonam vapas aae aur vo usse puch sake
WHY
Lekin ye story to adhuri hi rahni thi
**Poonam- main humesha tumhre sath ravings
No matter what the situation is
Daksh ko jaise hi ye yaad aaya uske chehre par Ek Dard bhari muskurahat aagae jaise kahna chahti ho kitne pyaare tarike se khel gae vo
Daksh apne hi man me
I don't hate you
I don't blame you either
I just want to know the fucking reason
Kuch to rahi hogi meri galati ya sayad hogi teri bhi kuch majburi
Par meri jaan ek mokka to dena chahiye tha na, mujhpar bharosa to karna chahiye tha na
Kar deta door sari musibatein agar tujhe bataya hota
Par ab fark kya padta hai
Tune kiya vahi jo tujhe karna tha
**poonam- parso meri shadi hai
Ek unknown number ke message ne dil ke chhithade uda diye the
Usse laga sab kuch khatam hogya hai
Sala jeena ka Ek hi sahara tha uske vapas aane ki ummid ab vo bhi khatam hogae
Sarir me mano jaan nikal gae thi us waqt
Na hatho ne sath diya aur na sabdo ne kyuki jo main reply kiya tha vo tha
OKAY
Bahut kuch puchna chahta tha
Bahut kuch batana chahta tha
Ladna chahta tha
Usse galle laga kar rona chahta tha
Par kuch kar nahi saka
Na aage uske sorry ke message ka reply de paya aur na apne dil ko samjha paya
**Rony - uski love marriage thi
Daksh- ab kya fark padta hai
Par hakikat to ye thi ki do mahine me jitna Daksh sambhla tha aaj utna hi niche chala gaya
Etne Daru pee ki chalna muskil hogya
Paise DeMar hawas mitane ki bhi kosis ki
Ganjhe ke nashe me doob Jane ki bhi kosis ki
Aur Usse bhulne ki bhi beintaah kosis ki
Dil karta tha ki abhi ke abhi puch lu usse sachae kya hai
Par dil me Ek dar bath gaya thi ki agar ye Sach Hua aur usne ha bol di to kaise jee paunga main
Abhi vaham hi sahi kuch sahara to hai
Pata nahi uske jane ke baad etna sab hone ke baad Daksh ke behavior me kya hua
Vo bilkul badal gaya tha
Nasha karna uski majburi ban gae thi aur kam uski life
**poonam- happy birthday
Daksh- what is happy in this
But the thing is why the duck you are texting me
Poonam- Daksh aise kyu baat kar rahe ho
Kya main tumhe birthday wish bhi nahi kar sakti
Daksh- nahi ab nahi kar sakti
Bilkul nahi kar sakti
Poonam- kya hum firse Dost nahi ban sakte
Daksh- sweetheart Dost to hum kabhi the hi nahi aur na kabhi ban sakte hai
Poonam- I'm sorry d
Meri majburi thi
Please try to understand
Daksh- you try to understand
I don't give a fuck about you or your fucking majburi
I know ki tumhri love marriage thi aur agar dobara mere pass message ya call aae to main vo sab kardunga jo tumne socha bhi nahi hoga
Poonam- tum badal gaye ho
Daksh- yeah you are right
Now try to spoil someone else's life because Meri to tum pehle hi kar chuki ho
Aur phone kaat gaya
Poonam ko dukh hua ho ya nahi par Daksh ko ye sab bolne ka bahut Dard tha
Lekin ye jaruri tha kyuki agar thodi aur baatein hoti to sayad Daksh vapas nahi mud pata
**Rony- tune usse baat kyu nahi ki
Tujhe nahi lagta ye sahi time tha sab kuch janene ka
Daksh- kabhi kabhi kuch baatein ko vahi par chhod dena chahiye
Raat kafi hogaye the aur 12 bajne wale the matlab valentine day
Daksh muskurata hua vaha se utha sath me apne sath lae hue beer ki bottle uthae jo khali ho chuki thi lekar vaha se chala gaya
Kuch baatein thi jo poonam usko kahna chahti thi aur kuch thi jo Daksh janana chahta tha
Lekin sayad kismat ko kuch aur hi manjur tha
Mujhe nahi pata ki kya majburi thi uske aur sach kahu to na ab main janana chahta hu
Usne mujhe kuch sapne dikhaye aur bahut kuch sikhaya aur ab main vapas vaha nahi jana chahta
ab ye jaruri to nahi ki jisse aap pyaar karo vo bhi aapse pyaar kare
Jaruri ye Hai ki if something went south you should understand the situation and behave like a human
"Aaj fir uski yaad aae hai
Chehre par muskan dil me Dard sath lae hai
Vo to bol Kar chali Gaye ki main kisi aur ki ho Gaye hu
Dil ko yakin dilane ki kosis abhi bhi Jari hai
Aarso baad aaj firse kalam uthae hai
Sayad vohi mere Dard ko baat sakti hai
Andaja bilkul nahi hai karna kya hai
Bas uski Bina jeena hai
Main to usi din Mar gaya Tha jis din vo chhod ke Gaye the
Ab to saase puri karne ki naubat aae hai
AAJ FIR USKI YAAD AAE HAI"
A very happy valentine to one and all
Hope you will get your loved one and have a wonderful life
Thank you...
Samundar ke kinare batha,main un lahro ko dekh raha tha
Tufan ke sath aae, ek khubsurat najara dikhaya aur door chali gaye
Kasam se
Bilkul meri aur uski kahani jaise
Aise hi kuch khayal vaha bathe Daksh ke jahan me aa rahe the
Lekin uske love story bhi to aisi hi thi
Ek behad shant kisam ka ladka aur bahut tej modern Ladki
Daksh vaha bathe hue past ki dundli yaadon me kho gaya jaha ek taraf behad khushi thi to dusri taraf usse bhi jada dukh
**Poonam- kal time se ajana aur agar late hue to intzar hi karte rah jaoge
Ek purani tasvir uske dimag ke samne aae aur aaye bhi kyu nahi ye akhiri baar jo tha jab vo apne pyaar ki awaaz sun raha tha
Eske baad Daksh to time se pahuch gaya par sayad poonam late hogae aur etne late ki aaj 4 Saal hogae aur vo abhi tak nahi aae
Daksh har roj yaha aata tha ki sayad agar vo vapas aae to ye jagah sabse pehle dondegi
Usse jada sikayate nahi thi aur na usse ab koe ummid thi vo aaj bhi yaha sirf esliye aata tha ki kya pata Ek din poonam vapas aae aur vo usse puch sake
WHY
Lekin ye story to adhuri hi rahni thi
**Poonam- main humesha tumhre sath ravings
No matter what the situation is
Daksh ko jaise hi ye yaad aaya uske chehre par Ek Dard bhari muskurahat aagae jaise kahna chahti ho kitne pyaare tarike se khel gae vo
Daksh apne hi man me
I don't hate you
I don't blame you either
I just want to know the fucking reason
Kuch to rahi hogi meri galati ya sayad hogi teri bhi kuch majburi
Par meri jaan ek mokka to dena chahiye tha na, mujhpar bharosa to karna chahiye tha na
Kar deta door sari musibatein agar tujhe bataya hota
Par ab fark kya padta hai
Tune kiya vahi jo tujhe karna tha
**poonam- parso meri shadi hai
Ek unknown number ke message ne dil ke chhithade uda diye the
Usse laga sab kuch khatam hogya hai
Sala jeena ka Ek hi sahara tha uske vapas aane ki ummid ab vo bhi khatam hogae
Sarir me mano jaan nikal gae thi us waqt
Na hatho ne sath diya aur na sabdo ne kyuki jo main reply kiya tha vo tha
OKAY
Bahut kuch puchna chahta tha
Bahut kuch batana chahta tha
Ladna chahta tha
Usse galle laga kar rona chahta tha
Par kuch kar nahi saka
Na aage uske sorry ke message ka reply de paya aur na apne dil ko samjha paya
**Rony - uski love marriage thi
Daksh- ab kya fark padta hai
Par hakikat to ye thi ki do mahine me jitna Daksh sambhla tha aaj utna hi niche chala gaya
Etne Daru pee ki chalna muskil hogya
Paise DeMar hawas mitane ki bhi kosis ki
Ganjhe ke nashe me doob Jane ki bhi kosis ki
Aur Usse bhulne ki bhi beintaah kosis ki
Dil karta tha ki abhi ke abhi puch lu usse sachae kya hai
Par dil me Ek dar bath gaya thi ki agar ye Sach Hua aur usne ha bol di to kaise jee paunga main
Abhi vaham hi sahi kuch sahara to hai
Pata nahi uske jane ke baad etna sab hone ke baad Daksh ke behavior me kya hua
Vo bilkul badal gaya tha
Nasha karna uski majburi ban gae thi aur kam uski life
**poonam- happy birthday
Daksh- what is happy in this
But the thing is why the duck you are texting me
Poonam- Daksh aise kyu baat kar rahe ho
Kya main tumhe birthday wish bhi nahi kar sakti
Daksh- nahi ab nahi kar sakti
Bilkul nahi kar sakti
Poonam- kya hum firse Dost nahi ban sakte
Daksh- sweetheart Dost to hum kabhi the hi nahi aur na kabhi ban sakte hai
Poonam- I'm sorry d
Meri majburi thi
Please try to understand
Daksh- you try to understand
I don't give a fuck about you or your fucking majburi
I know ki tumhri love marriage thi aur agar dobara mere pass message ya call aae to main vo sab kardunga jo tumne socha bhi nahi hoga
Poonam- tum badal gaye ho
Daksh- yeah you are right
Now try to spoil someone else's life because Meri to tum pehle hi kar chuki ho
Aur phone kaat gaya
Poonam ko dukh hua ho ya nahi par Daksh ko ye sab bolne ka bahut Dard tha
Lekin ye jaruri tha kyuki agar thodi aur baatein hoti to sayad Daksh vapas nahi mud pata
**Rony- tune usse baat kyu nahi ki
Tujhe nahi lagta ye sahi time tha sab kuch janene ka
Daksh- kabhi kabhi kuch baatein ko vahi par chhod dena chahiye
Raat kafi hogaye the aur 12 bajne wale the matlab valentine day
Daksh muskurata hua vaha se utha sath me apne sath lae hue beer ki bottle uthae jo khali ho chuki thi lekar vaha se chala gaya
Kuch baatein thi jo poonam usko kahna chahti thi aur kuch thi jo Daksh janana chahta tha
Lekin sayad kismat ko kuch aur hi manjur tha
Mujhe nahi pata ki kya majburi thi uske aur sach kahu to na ab main janana chahta hu
Usne mujhe kuch sapne dikhaye aur bahut kuch sikhaya aur ab main vapas vaha nahi jana chahta
ab ye jaruri to nahi ki jisse aap pyaar karo vo bhi aapse pyaar kare
Jaruri ye Hai ki if something went south you should understand the situation and behave like a human
"Aaj fir uski yaad aae hai
Chehre par muskan dil me Dard sath lae hai
Vo to bol Kar chali Gaye ki main kisi aur ki ho Gaye hu
Dil ko yakin dilane ki kosis abhi bhi Jari hai
Aarso baad aaj firse kalam uthae hai
Sayad vohi mere Dard ko baat sakti hai
Andaja bilkul nahi hai karna kya hai
Bas uski Bina jeena hai
Main to usi din Mar gaya Tha jis din vo chhod ke Gaye the
Ab to saase puri karne ki naubat aae hai
AAJ FIR USKI YAAD AAE HAI"
A very happy valentine to one and all
Hope you will get your loved one and have a wonderful life
Thank you...
Happy Valentines days
I was at home waiting for my wife to come home.
She went to an office party.
It was 1PM in the night and i could hear the sound of the police seiren outside my house.
And then the knock at my door.
I did not understand and went to open the door.
There was a police inspector standing
Police Inspector: Mr. Upadhyay
Me: Yes
What happened
PI: You need to come to the police station
Me: Why?
Before I could say anything the Police inspector pulled me and took me to the police station.
I get to know that the police inspector was the head constable and apparently it was something related to my wife. I was imagining if my wife had crashed the car she has taken or what
Unfortunately my phone was left at the station.
From the room I was locked in I saw a female coming out and she was crying followed by a person in police uniform.
He introduced himself as the CI of the area.
This time a real inspector came in and started talking to me.
CI: Do you know why you are here?
Me: My wife crashed the car. Is it serious?
CI: dont act smart? Just answer a simple question
Or else we know how to get the answer
Why did you kill your wife?
I was shocked. I came to know that my wife was killed along with her boss in some hotel.
The Police told that they were having an affair and the whole company knew that.
I was the prime suspect. As i recently burst on my wife before her colleague
CI: where were you tonight?
Me: Home
CI: So thats your alibi?
Me: I was just waiting for my wife
CI: You are going to jail.
I was kept the whole night at jail.
I was finally given chance to contact a lawyer. My lawyer bailed me out the other day.
CI was talking to the women that I saw yesterday who went out crying
I went near them.
CI: Aditi ji Mr. Upadhyay the husband of the....
Me: I am sorry for the loss
Aditi just did not see my face and left.
The police searched my house and my mails.
My whole house was seized.
Apparently someone sneaked in the hotel and murdered my wife and her lover.
There was no CCTV cameras for the hotel
The hotel was not booked online as well.
My wife's golden necklace was missing.
The court case started
The police and judges were skeptical about me because i watched porn and my wife was Hot
How can you watch porn?
How can you not know that your wife is having an affair?
were the questions asked
Apparently Aditi was never the suspect
The police tried hard but could not make a case on me
There was no substantial evidence was what the Judge had told.
It took 2 years for the case to get over, despite my flowing money and heavily paid lawyer.
It was valentines day and I was on a date
I invited my valentine to a nice cafe.
I saw that CI there
He came near me
CI: How is life
Me: Its good.
CI: Sorry for the trouble.
Me: I think I have suffered enough. Hopefully we will not meet again
I was rude to the CI, which I should not have been. I saw the CI following me. Apparently wanted to check what I was doing i guess.
I went inside the cafe and sat with my Valentine Aditi.
Aditi: I had to wait for half hour
Me: I was intervened by a mutual friend
CI walked in as he saw me and Aditi sharing lunch.
CI: Nice necklace Aditi ji. It looks similar to the one of Your dates wife necklace
Me: Her husband gave it to her.
Similar piece was given to my wife.
we are on a date
CI: I thought you said it was your pustaini necklace
Me: Fuck off
You think i killed my wife Go and file a case
And dont irritate me ok.
CI saw me angry and he left.
Aditi: cool down
Now everything is going good
why angry him the case is over.
Me: Dont worry he cant do anything
Aditi: My tickets are booked for tomorrow
And your day after.
Me: Ya i know
what you want to eat
Aditi: You should have melted this necklace
Me: It is a pusteni one as he said
Aditi took one cover and gave it to me.
Aditi: Gift for my valentine, Dont open it.
I will come tomorrow morning to your home
We had our lunch and I went home.
I opened the gift and it was gun.
It was the gun that was used to kill my wife and a small note.
I suddenly saw my door broken and the fucking CI barged in.
THe gun was pointed on my head
CI: You are under arrest
I read the note it was written " Happy Valentines Day".
I was at home waiting for my wife to come home.
She went to an office party.
It was 1PM in the night and i could hear the sound of the police seiren outside my house.
And then the knock at my door.
I did not understand and went to open the door.
There was a police inspector standing
Police Inspector: Mr. Upadhyay
Me: Yes
What happened
PI: You need to come to the police station
Me: Why?
Before I could say anything the Police inspector pulled me and took me to the police station.
I get to know that the police inspector was the head constable and apparently it was something related to my wife. I was imagining if my wife had crashed the car she has taken or what
Unfortunately my phone was left at the station.
From the room I was locked in I saw a female coming out and she was crying followed by a person in police uniform.
He introduced himself as the CI of the area.
This time a real inspector came in and started talking to me.
CI: Do you know why you are here?
Me: My wife crashed the car. Is it serious?
CI: dont act smart? Just answer a simple question
Or else we know how to get the answer
Why did you kill your wife?
I was shocked. I came to know that my wife was killed along with her boss in some hotel.
The Police told that they were having an affair and the whole company knew that.
I was the prime suspect. As i recently burst on my wife before her colleague
CI: where were you tonight?
Me: Home
CI: So thats your alibi?
Me: I was just waiting for my wife
CI: You are going to jail.
I was kept the whole night at jail.
I was finally given chance to contact a lawyer. My lawyer bailed me out the other day.
CI was talking to the women that I saw yesterday who went out crying
I went near them.
CI: Aditi ji Mr. Upadhyay the husband of the....
Me: I am sorry for the loss
Aditi just did not see my face and left.
The police searched my house and my mails.
My whole house was seized.
Apparently someone sneaked in the hotel and murdered my wife and her lover.
There was no CCTV cameras for the hotel
The hotel was not booked online as well.
My wife's golden necklace was missing.
The court case started
The police and judges were skeptical about me because i watched porn and my wife was Hot
How can you watch porn?
How can you not know that your wife is having an affair?
were the questions asked
Apparently Aditi was never the suspect
The police tried hard but could not make a case on me
There was no substantial evidence was what the Judge had told.
It took 2 years for the case to get over, despite my flowing money and heavily paid lawyer.
It was valentines day and I was on a date
I invited my valentine to a nice cafe.
I saw that CI there
He came near me
CI: How is life
Me: Its good.
CI: Sorry for the trouble.
Me: I think I have suffered enough. Hopefully we will not meet again
I was rude to the CI, which I should not have been. I saw the CI following me. Apparently wanted to check what I was doing i guess.
I went inside the cafe and sat with my Valentine Aditi.
Aditi: I had to wait for half hour
Me: I was intervened by a mutual friend
CI walked in as he saw me and Aditi sharing lunch.
CI: Nice necklace Aditi ji. It looks similar to the one of Your dates wife necklace
Me: Her husband gave it to her.
Similar piece was given to my wife.
we are on a date
CI: I thought you said it was your pustaini necklace
Me: Fuck off
You think i killed my wife Go and file a case
And dont irritate me ok.
CI saw me angry and he left.
Aditi: cool down
Now everything is going good
why angry him the case is over.
Me: Dont worry he cant do anything
Aditi: My tickets are booked for tomorrow
And your day after.
Me: Ya i know
what you want to eat
Aditi: You should have melted this necklace
Me: It is a pusteni one as he said
Aditi took one cover and gave it to me.
Aditi: Gift for my valentine, Dont open it.
I will come tomorrow morning to your home
We had our lunch and I went home.
I opened the gift and it was gun.
It was the gun that was used to kill my wife and a small note.
I suddenly saw my door broken and the fucking CI barged in.
THe gun was pointed on my head
CI: You are under arrest
I read the note it was written " Happy Valentines Day".
Ek Haseen Yaad
paark ab shaam ko khaalee ho raha tha, isase pahale hee ghadee ne saat dikhae. hamaare shahar mein sardee pahale hee aa chukee thee. din ab chhote ho rahe the. shaam ko rok diya gaya aur subah ko sthagit kar diya gaya. pedon ne pattiyaan chhaanee shuroo kar dee theen aur hara shahar nanga hone laga tha. vasant kab aa raha tha aur vanaspatiyon aur jeevon ko jeevan ka naya patta milane vaala tha?
aakaash mein timatimaate taare dhundhale ho rahe the, isalie unake beech akela chaand tha. meree tarah ... is paark ke andar ek vishisht bheed mein bhee ekaant mein yaad kiya. is tarah, chandrama ka mere saath antarangata thee.
kankreet bench dheere-dheere chilar aur chilar ho rahee thee. aas-paas ke prakaash pad jo chaukeedaar kee tarah khade the, ab khataranaak aur khataranaak dikhaee de rahe the. shaam kee os kee boonden aasamaan se gir rahee theen. disambar kee shuruaat hai. taapamaan mein lagaataar giraavat se sardiyon ne is shahar ko jhakajhorana shuroo kar diya tha.
shaayad main paark chhodane vaala aakhiree aadamee tha. nahin…. koee aur bhee ho sakata hai ……. aath saal pahale, usane ek baar mere lie ek sleevales svetar buna tha aur pahanane ke baad mujhe laga ki main utsaahit hoon: jab sardee aaegee, to kya vasant bahut peechhe rah jaega?
kaash .... vasant isake baad kabhee nahin aaya. pedon ko naee pattiyon aur kaliyon se nahin sajaaya gaya tha. pakshee gaane kee kala bhool gae. jaisa………. nrlipata mere jeevan se chalee gaee.
har sardiyon mein main usee sleevales svetar ko pahanatee hoon jo ki nirlipta ne upahaar mein diya tha aur use mujhamen mahasoos kiya. ho sakata hai ki vah svetar bunane kee kala bhool gaee ho. anyatha, vah kisee ke lie bhee svetar bunana nahin chaahatee hai.
- "bas do maheene aur rukie… ..main aane vaale vasant mein aapase shaadee jaroor karoonga." kaun kisase vaada kar raha tha? main kathanon ka anusaran karate hue aage badha. kuchh door, ek ladaka spasht roop se ek ladakee kee god mein so raha tha, vasant ke aane ka intajaar kar raha tha. najarandaaj karana… .. sheet lahar aur boondaabaandee os kee boonde.
jab sardee aaegee, to kya vasant bahut peechhe chhoot jaega?
lekin ladakee rone lagee- “kaun jaanata hai ………? … .. in do maheenon mein kuchh bhee ho sakata hai. vasant aane se pahale mujhe is shahar ko chhodana pad sakata hai. ”
ladaka avaak tha. jaahir hai, asahaay bhee. kya is sard hava ne usakee laachaaree ko samajha?
- "theek hai, ab ham jaenge. raat badee ho rahee hai. “yuvak apanee premika se peechha karane kee ummeed kar khada tha.
- "lekin main abhee tak aap se antim phaisala nahin suna sakata hoon." ladakee apane premee se drdhata se javaab kee ummeed kar rahee thee.
- "krpaya, priy ... jab sardee aatee hai, to kya vasant bahut peechhe rah jaega?"
- "niraashaajanak! koee bhee vasant ke aane ka intajaar nahin karata. kaun jaanata hai… .aap is sardee ke theek baad garmiyon mein mil sakate hain. aapako us samay pachhataana pad sakata hai. pyaar mein, kaun paravaah karata hai ki yah sardee ya garmee hai? kya pyaar mein logon ko mausam se koee phark padata hai? "
-"tum kya kar rahe ho? tum mera svetar kyon utaar rahe ho? ”
ladake ke pratirodh ke baavajood, mainne usake shareer se svetar utaar diya aur use chetaavanee dee- “javaan aadamee, sardiyon mein kabhee pyaar nahin hota aur kisee ko vasant ka intajaar nahin karana padata. pyaar mein, keval ek mausam hota hai, yaanee vasant. "
- “lekin mera svetar…?” bechaara ladaka abhee bhee meree baaton ko samajh nahin pa raha tha. vah mujhase apana svetar chheenane kee pooree koshish kar raha tha.
mainne use peechhe dhakel diya aur bhaagane laga. yuvak peechhe se chilla raha tha, “chaukeedaar ..! chaukeedaar! yahaan ek chor hai! chura lenevaala!!"
- “kya hua sar? chor kahaan hai? aapane apana svetar kyon utaar diya? aaj bahut thand hai. kya aapako thithuran mahasoos nahin hogee? ”chaukeedaar meree or dauda.
oh theek hai. mere haath mein mera svetar tha. mera poora shareer gaharaee se paseena baha raha tha. dil kee dhadakanen tej ho gaee hain. lekin sarvopari kahaan hain? aur vasant ke lie javaan ka intajaar?
- "yah pahale se hee nau ghadee hai, sar. chalie chalate hain. mujhe ab get band karana hoga. ”
agar main chaukeedaar ke nirdeshon kee avahelana karoon to kya hoga? vah mujhamen ek paagal samajhega aur mujhe paark se baahar nikaal dega.
nirlipt! mere jeevan se chale jaane ke baad, main har sardee mein jakhmee ho jaata hoon aur vasant kee prateeksha karane ka dhairy kho deta hoon. har saal sardee aatee hai aur chalee jaatee hai. lekin sardiyon ke maheenon ke baad, vasant kabhee nahin aata hai. balki garmiyon ke turant baad aata hai.
aah ...! aapakee vidaee ke saath gaayab ho gaya madhur basant !!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BjTd1KWVhMw
paark ab shaam ko khaalee ho raha tha, isase pahale hee ghadee ne saat dikhae. hamaare shahar mein sardee pahale hee aa chukee thee. din ab chhote ho rahe the. shaam ko rok diya gaya aur subah ko sthagit kar diya gaya. pedon ne pattiyaan chhaanee shuroo kar dee theen aur hara shahar nanga hone laga tha. vasant kab aa raha tha aur vanaspatiyon aur jeevon ko jeevan ka naya patta milane vaala tha?
aakaash mein timatimaate taare dhundhale ho rahe the, isalie unake beech akela chaand tha. meree tarah ... is paark ke andar ek vishisht bheed mein bhee ekaant mein yaad kiya. is tarah, chandrama ka mere saath antarangata thee.
kankreet bench dheere-dheere chilar aur chilar ho rahee thee. aas-paas ke prakaash pad jo chaukeedaar kee tarah khade the, ab khataranaak aur khataranaak dikhaee de rahe the. shaam kee os kee boonden aasamaan se gir rahee theen. disambar kee shuruaat hai. taapamaan mein lagaataar giraavat se sardiyon ne is shahar ko jhakajhorana shuroo kar diya tha.
shaayad main paark chhodane vaala aakhiree aadamee tha. nahin…. koee aur bhee ho sakata hai ……. aath saal pahale, usane ek baar mere lie ek sleevales svetar buna tha aur pahanane ke baad mujhe laga ki main utsaahit hoon: jab sardee aaegee, to kya vasant bahut peechhe rah jaega?
kaash .... vasant isake baad kabhee nahin aaya. pedon ko naee pattiyon aur kaliyon se nahin sajaaya gaya tha. pakshee gaane kee kala bhool gae. jaisa………. nrlipata mere jeevan se chalee gaee.
har sardiyon mein main usee sleevales svetar ko pahanatee hoon jo ki nirlipta ne upahaar mein diya tha aur use mujhamen mahasoos kiya. ho sakata hai ki vah svetar bunane kee kala bhool gaee ho. anyatha, vah kisee ke lie bhee svetar bunana nahin chaahatee hai.
- "bas do maheene aur rukie… ..main aane vaale vasant mein aapase shaadee jaroor karoonga." kaun kisase vaada kar raha tha? main kathanon ka anusaran karate hue aage badha. kuchh door, ek ladaka spasht roop se ek ladakee kee god mein so raha tha, vasant ke aane ka intajaar kar raha tha. najarandaaj karana… .. sheet lahar aur boondaabaandee os kee boonde.
jab sardee aaegee, to kya vasant bahut peechhe chhoot jaega?
lekin ladakee rone lagee- “kaun jaanata hai ………? … .. in do maheenon mein kuchh bhee ho sakata hai. vasant aane se pahale mujhe is shahar ko chhodana pad sakata hai. ”
ladaka avaak tha. jaahir hai, asahaay bhee. kya is sard hava ne usakee laachaaree ko samajha?
- "theek hai, ab ham jaenge. raat badee ho rahee hai. “yuvak apanee premika se peechha karane kee ummeed kar khada tha.
- "lekin main abhee tak aap se antim phaisala nahin suna sakata hoon." ladakee apane premee se drdhata se javaab kee ummeed kar rahee thee.
- "krpaya, priy ... jab sardee aatee hai, to kya vasant bahut peechhe rah jaega?"
- "niraashaajanak! koee bhee vasant ke aane ka intajaar nahin karata. kaun jaanata hai… .aap is sardee ke theek baad garmiyon mein mil sakate hain. aapako us samay pachhataana pad sakata hai. pyaar mein, kaun paravaah karata hai ki yah sardee ya garmee hai? kya pyaar mein logon ko mausam se koee phark padata hai? "
-"tum kya kar rahe ho? tum mera svetar kyon utaar rahe ho? ”
ladake ke pratirodh ke baavajood, mainne usake shareer se svetar utaar diya aur use chetaavanee dee- “javaan aadamee, sardiyon mein kabhee pyaar nahin hota aur kisee ko vasant ka intajaar nahin karana padata. pyaar mein, keval ek mausam hota hai, yaanee vasant. "
- “lekin mera svetar…?” bechaara ladaka abhee bhee meree baaton ko samajh nahin pa raha tha. vah mujhase apana svetar chheenane kee pooree koshish kar raha tha.
mainne use peechhe dhakel diya aur bhaagane laga. yuvak peechhe se chilla raha tha, “chaukeedaar ..! chaukeedaar! yahaan ek chor hai! chura lenevaala!!"
- “kya hua sar? chor kahaan hai? aapane apana svetar kyon utaar diya? aaj bahut thand hai. kya aapako thithuran mahasoos nahin hogee? ”chaukeedaar meree or dauda.
oh theek hai. mere haath mein mera svetar tha. mera poora shareer gaharaee se paseena baha raha tha. dil kee dhadakanen tej ho gaee hain. lekin sarvopari kahaan hain? aur vasant ke lie javaan ka intajaar?
- "yah pahale se hee nau ghadee hai, sar. chalie chalate hain. mujhe ab get band karana hoga. ”
agar main chaukeedaar ke nirdeshon kee avahelana karoon to kya hoga? vah mujhamen ek paagal samajhega aur mujhe paark se baahar nikaal dega.
nirlipt! mere jeevan se chale jaane ke baad, main har sardee mein jakhmee ho jaata hoon aur vasant kee prateeksha karane ka dhairy kho deta hoon. har saal sardee aatee hai aur chalee jaatee hai. lekin sardiyon ke maheenon ke baad, vasant kabhee nahin aata hai. balki garmiyon ke turant baad aata hai.
aah ...! aapakee vidaee ke saath gaayab ho gaya madhur basant !!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BjTd1KWVhMw
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