Tere Mere Dil
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Abhijeet tried Tarika's number right away. She picked up after third time.
''What is it Abhijeet?''
''Tarika.. tumhe koi parcel mila?''
''Ye puchne ke liye phone kiya tumne?''
''Nahi matlab.. haan ya na mein jawab nahi de sakti tum?''
''Haan mila..''
''Ohw… usey kholna maat okay? Wo actually exchange ho gaya hain?''
''name toh mera hi likha hua hain.. mujhe laga tumne mujhe sorry gift bheja hoga..''
''Haan sorry gift tha.. par..''
Tarika however opened the gift while talking to him.
''Exchange ho gaya? Kis ke sath exchange ho gaya? Kise tum ye dress gift kar rahein the?''
''Tumne khola kyu?'' Abhijeet said helplessly.
''Maine jo puch wo kaho pehle…''
''Tum please naraj maat ho..''
''Main naraj nahi hu..''
''Really?'' Abhijeet became excited.
''Matlab, is dress ke liye naraj nahi hu…''
''Oh… '' He sounded sad.
''Is ke liye bhi naraj ho jau?''
''Nahi nahi…''
''Acha?'''Tarika smiled.
''Oh..'' Abhijeet said after a pause, ''ye dress sara ke liye hain.. or Tumhara dress Sara ke pass chala gaya..''
''Sach bol rahein ho?''
''Sach… I swear.''
''Hmm…''
''Tum sach mein naraj nahi ho?''
''Nahi hu..''
''Thank you..''
''Acha ab main rakhu? Mujhe kam hain..''
''Haan.. okay..''
''Bye..''
''Tarika…''
''Haan bolo..''
''I am.. I am sorry. Please try to understand me.''
Tarika sighed.
'''Tarika?''
''Tarika?''
''Haan Kahoo…'' Tarika finally replied.
''I said I am sorry.''
''I need time to think.''
''Can.. can we meet please. Jaha tum kaho..''
''Abhijeet..''
''Kaal Sunday hain.. tumhara off hain kya?''
''Abhijeet.. I will call you when I will feel like talking.''
''You will?''
''Yeah..''
''I will wait.''
''Hmm..''
''Tarika… please…'' Abhijeet pleaded.
''Abhijeet bye.. I really have works to do.''
''Bye.'' Said Abhijeet reluctantly.
They cut the call.
Abhijeet fell on his bed and closed his eyes. Tarika was never gonna forgive him. He felt like slapping himself for his stupidity.
''And why the hell I cant get over her!'' He punched his pillow.
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Next morning Tarika was having her breakfast when the doorbell rang. She was surprised as both her roommates had gone to their home for two days. Tarika was all alone in the apartment. She opened the door.
''Tum..'' Tarika was surprised to see Sara on threshold.'
''May I come in?'' Sara asked.
''Oh yeah.. sure.'' She welcomed her in.
Tarika took her to the drawing and they sat down.
''Tum achanak se..''
''Wo mam..''
''Sara please call me Tarika… ''
''Tarika… actually, ye parcel..'' Sara showed her the packet in her hands.
''Wo.. tumhe Abhijeet ne bheja?''
''Nahi.. sir ne nahi kaha mujhe kuch… aj toh mera off day hain… sir se baat bhi nahi hui meri.''
''Hmm…''
''Ye galti se exchange ho gaya..''
''Its okay…''
Tarika stood up and left for her room. Moments later she came out with the same colour parcel.
''Ye raha tumhara dress.'' She gave that to sara.
''No mam.. ye ap hi rakh lo.. I mean Tarika… Or ye wala bhi… weisey bhi dono ke bill Abhijeet sir nehi diya hain.''
''Par liye toh usne tumhare liya hain na..''
Sara smiled looking down.
''Has kyu rahi ho?''
''Nahi.. matlab… sir ne ladies dress purchase kiya ye soch ke hi hasi again.. wo toh khud ke kapre bhi nahi kharidtey..''
''Abhijeet ne nahi kharida?''
''Nahi… wo mujhe ye dress pasand agaya mall mein toh unhone kaha main le lu.. I denied but… I mean, its kind of gift.''
''Sara, etna kya explanitaion de rahi ho? Maine pucha kya ki Abhijeet ne kyu diya tumhe dress?''
''Nahi matlab… mujhe laga sayad aap janna chahe..''
''Mujhe nahi janna..''
''Okay.. or ye dress apki, ye bhi maine pasand ki… keisey hain?'' sara showed her the dress,
''It's beautiful.'' Tarika smiled. ''Bohot expensive bhi lag raha hain.''
''Haan.. wo toh hain..''
''Thanks.''
''My pleasure mam.. I mean Tarika.. ab main chalti hu.'' Sara stood up.
''Arey nashta toh kar ke jao..''
''Nahi… mujhe hospital jana hain… Maa ki test karwane hain kuch…''
''Oh.. okay then bye. Thanks for coming.''
''Bye..''
Sara left.
Tarika closed the door. Her phone rang showing Abhijeet's number. She picked up the call.
''haan Kaho..''
''Toh tumne maan banaya mujhse milne ka?''
''Nahi..''
''Why do you always have to be so straight forward?''
''I wish I could be more straight forward.''
''More?''
''Yeah..''
''Tarika, listen na… lunch pe miley?''
''Nahi Abhijeet…''
''Okay..''
''Acha suno..'' Tarika said with a soft tone.
''Hotel shunshine mein miley?'' Abhijeet said thinking Tarika must be waning to meet him.
''Main wo nahi keh rahi thi.''
''Oh.. toh kya keh rahi thi?''
''Wo.. Sara ain thi.''
''Kyu?''
''Wo dress exchange karne.''
;;Kya! Ye larki bhi na… maine usey nahi bheja.. I swear.''
''Tum baat baat pe swear kyu karte ho? Maine aisa kaaha kya ki usey tumne bheja hain?''
''Wo tum mujhse naraj ho toh maine socha..''
''tum sochtey bohot ho Abhijeet.''
''Main bohot sochta hu?''
''Aur nahi toh kya?''
''Tarika tum bohot jayada sochti ho…''
''Main?''
''Haan.. dekho na etna sochti ho future ki .. ki aaj ko jeena hi bhool gain ho… kal kya hoga ye soch soch ke tum aj apne khushiya ko door thl.. what was the word… thel… bhej .. bhej rahi ho.''
''Main aisa kuch nahi kar rahi Abhijeet?''
''Tarika… mujhe batao toh sahi ki tum aisa kyu kar rahi ho…''
''Abhijeet batane ke liye trust ki jaroorat parti hain. Kya wo trust tumne mujhe diya? ''
''Tarika I am sorry about that incident. I really am.''
''Ketna bar sorry bologe Abhijeet! How many times?'' Tarika said with a little higher voice.
''Tarika village mein jo bhi hua wo alag baat tha.. or jo apartment mein hua wo… Tarika I just expressed my feelings. Tum mujhe samajhne ki koshish bhi nahi karti Tarika…. I know I am the one wanting this relationship to workout but tum… kuch bhi effort nahi dogi? Aisa kyu? Kabhi toh meri situation samajhne ki koshish karo! You are the girl I like, You are the girl I want to spend my rest of the life with. Can't I get a desire to kiss the girl of my life! Tell me. I know the situation, the place, the environment wasn't good enough but how can you blame me solely? I didn't even kiss you. I just told you that I feel like kissing you.''
''Abhijeet maine bataya na ki…''
''You are scared that I am gonna break your heart? Tarika, I am offering you the marriage… I want to marry you… not to date you. Aur kya chahiye hota hain yaar!''
Tarika stayed quiet. Abhijeet was right afterall. But, how could she tell him her exact problem? She really wanted to trust him but ….
''Tarika..'' Abhijeet called her.
''Haan…''
''Tum sun rahi ho?''
''Haan..''
''Jawab do phir..''
''Main tumse baad mein bat karu?''
''Tarika please. Main tumhare apartment au? Ya phir hospital pe ho?''
''Abhijeet main… Please, give me sometimes. Is this so much to ask?''
''No Tarika… want anything from me and I will give you. Just don't go away from me.''
''I will call you later.''
Abhijeet got disappointed.
''Okay..'' He said a bit rudely and cut the call.
Tarika cut the call and sighed. She had to tell him the reason.
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One hour later Tarika's phone rang once again. This Time it was Abhijeet's mother.
''Namastey Aunty.''
''Arey Tarika beta, tum toh hamey bhul hi gain.. na koi phone ka koi khabar.''
''Aunty aisi baat nahi hain. Wo hospital ke duties…''
''Haan haan pata hain busy doctor saheba..''
''Kya Aunty ap bhi.'' Tarika blushed.
''Acha suno.. free ho..''
''Wo aunty ghar pe kuch kam hain..''
''Matlab hospital mein nahi ho… toh ajao na lunch hamare sath karo…''
''Aunty aaj…''
''Please beta ao… tumhare uncle ko bhi acha lagega… Abhijeet ne bhi mana kar diya.. keh raha tha kuch jaruri kaam hain… lo batao, Sunday ko bhi kaam.''
''Abhijeet nahi hain waha?''
''Nahi… siliye nahi arahi ho kya/ Arey wo tumhara dost hoga par ham se bhi toh rishta hain na?''
''Aunty aisi baat nahi hain… acha main ati hu…''
''Fantastic. Jaldi se taiyar ho jao… Gari niche hi khara hain tumhare apartment ka.''
''Gari…. Agar main hospital mein hoti toh''
''Toh gari wapas ajata..'' She laughed.
''Ap bhi na Aunty.''
''Acha, ab jaldi karo chalo.''
''Bye.''
Tarika get ready quickly. She wore blue salwar and churdar with white scarf. At parking the car was waiting for her. She got into the car and drove towards the Kapoor mansion. She reached their within 45 minutes. Abhijeet's parents greeted her warmly.
''Tum ai sach mein acha laga…''
''Mujhe bhi…''
''Acha tumhe khane mein kuch alag se khaogi toh bata do bana deti hu… akele rehti ho.. pata nahi kya khati ho…''
''Bohot faltu ka khana Aunty…''
''Toh kehti mujhe naa… main roz roz tere liye tiffin bharke khana bhej deti..''
''Haha.. acha ab se phone pe bata dungi ap bhej dena haan…''
''Khana banana ata hain na tumhe?''
''Nahi Aunty… jayada kuch nahi… wo bas thora bohot..''
''Oh.. acha hain.. sikh ke bhi kya karogi…. Puradin toh hospital mein hi rehti ho… Agar Abhijeet se shadi hui na tumhari toh khana Abhijeet se banwana… wo bohot acha khana banata hain.''
Tarika became silent.
''Arey main toh majak kar rahi thi… Tumhe Abhijeet pasand nahi toh thik hain… koi jabardasti nahi hain..''
''Aunty aisi baat nahi hain… wo bas…''
''Kuch kaha ka bewakoof ne tumse?/''
''Nahi nahi Aunty…''
''Phir?''
''Arey kya leke beith gain tum bhi, ''Mihir interrupted them, ''jao, jake dekho kitchen mein.''
''Haan.. arey meri sabji.. jal gain sayad.'' She ran to the kitchen.
The door bell rang. A servant opened the door and Abhijeet entered.
''Arey Abhi… tum toh keh rahe the busy ho..'' Mihir said.
Abhijeet's eyes were however fixed on Tarika.
''Tum yaha?'' He asked.
''Arey… isika ghar hain wo jab marji aain..'' Mihir said.
''Wo aunty ne mujhe bolaya….'' Tarika explained.
''Kon hain?'' Abhijeet's mother came there. ''tu? Tujhe toh bara kam tha….''
''Mera hi ghar hain maa… ab ane se pehle permission lena parega kya?''
''Acha chal agaya hain toh Tarika ko company de… main kitchen mein dekhti hu.''
''Aunty main bhi ati hu na help karne ko…''
''Arey nahi, tum log batein karo…'' she left.
Tarika sighed.
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.AN: Please if you are reading the story kindly review and let me know how you feel about the story.