AN: So here's the next update guys. This will be a short story. Lets see how many chapters it can have.
Big thanks and huggy to my sweetz and everyone :* Love ya guys…
Love ya sweetu.. hope ya like this :*
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Pehli Bar
Ishita tries to shake off his grip but it's too strong-
And suddenly-
Ishu- "Oh Sir! Sir aap?"
Dushyant blinks and loosens grip on his hand…
Ishu- "ohho! Ye maine kii kardi! Sir… I'm… I'm sorry sir! Ohho ho! Puraa rang diya aapko! Abhi saaf kardeti hu..."
Making an innocent face, She pulls her scarf out and wipes his shirt. In moments he notices that the scarf too is full off colour… his soaked pink shirt has got red stripes too! How fancy!
Dushyant- "enough!"
He holds her hand again… she stops what she's doing and looks at his face and then at his shirt..
Ishu- "Ohh! uh…. s.. sorry… ye bhi ranga hua tha… main bhul gayi…. hehe"
pulling another funny face, she retracts her hand as he lets go of it. wrapping her scarf around her neck, she looks down..
Ishu things- "main padki gayi… aisa kyu hogaya mere saat..."
Dushyant- "that's it huh? No explanation, nothing?"
she looks up at him and he glares at her.
Ishu- "uh.. aap bhi mujhpe rang daalo. Hisaab barabar hoga. Huh? Is that ok?"
He laughs.. it wasn't a mocking laugh or anything. Just pure amusement. She found it endearing.
Dushyant- "haha. Sach mei. Koi rang baaki rehgaya hai.. jo tumhare kapdo pe nhi hai? Chehra toh dekho.. bhootni lag rahi ho!"
Ishu- "Sir!"
Despite that she doesn't get angry, letting out a small chuckle, she hurriedly wipes her face with a scarf and pulls out a small mirror from her jeans pocket…
Ishu- "thik thak hi tho hu. Haa rang hai. Par.. it's OK right?"
Dushyant- "Ms. Walia! Care to explain me?"
Ishu- "oh.. uh."
She looks at him. He has his arms folded, a questioning look on his face.
Ishu- "ummm… mujhe pata nhi aap the. Warna main... panga kyu leti. Mujhe laga wo Raj hai!"
Dushyant- "Raj?"
Ishu- "haan. Jiske ghar k saamne aapki gaadi parki ki gayi..."
Dushyant- "arey par.."
Dushyant then realizes his car had ventured into Raj Sharma, his neighbour's space a little bit. Before he can speak..
Ishu- "wo kitna tang karta hai mujhe! Kehta hai mujhse pyar karta hai.."
his expression stiffens… he turns to glare at the household Ishu points to.
Ishu- "aaj holi k din usey sabak sikhana tha. Shuruaat hogi, rango se! Usko rang acche nhi lagte, aapki tarah-"
Dushyant- "meri tarah?- OK. Fine. Tumhe dikhayi nhi dia? Kisi pe bhi rang daal dogi tum.. haan?"
Ishu- "ohho! Wohi bhaashan!"
Dushyant- "kya..."
Ishu- "m. maine kaha. Bhul hogai."
Dushyant- "hmm.."
Ishu- "sorry! Waise galti aapki hai. Aapne apni gaadi uske ghar k paas park ki. Duur se mujhe laga wohi hai.."
he sighs… Ishu smiles thinking she won. She has managed it well, yes.
He looks at her, her smile drops. Just then Dushyant's mobile beeps.
Dushyant- "Ji.. Ji sir! Holi party mei? Par aapne toh kaha tha bureau… ha ok sir… araha hu… nhi sir.. main holi nhi manaata par.. aaj… haan OK sir.."
he ends up the call. Ishu is about to run away when he holds her hand again..
Dushyant- "chalo…"
Ishu- "kaha?"
Dushyant- "holi party mei!"
Ishu- "par.."
Dushyant- "tumhari waje se mujhe ACP sir k saamne aise jana padraha hai.. ab tumne abhi jo kahani mujhe sunayi na.. unko bhi sunaado.."
saying so he drags her to his car… Ishu resists…
Dushyant- "sir ne sab ko bulaaya hai.. tumhe bhi..."
this time he leaves her hand to sit in his car.
Dushyant- "ugh! Ab toh gadi ko bhi saaf karna padega."
Ishu reluctantly joins him beside and they drive away.
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they reach Tarika's home.
Dushyant- "address toh yahi hai..."
Dushyant mumbles as he gets down after parking his car. Beside him, Ishu is timidly seen walking towards the large gates.
Its her first day and she dint want to meet her colleagues this way. Of course it's Dushyant's first day too but he seems less bothered.
As soon as they enter the house. They walk towards the garden where some kids and adults are still playing holi.
Dushyant remembers his childhood watching the kids… Just then….
Girl- "nhi! Mujhe aur rang mat lagaao!"
He hears a shriek followed by a laugh. Before he knew a girl runs into him, almost knocking him off his feet. But he manages to stop her holding he shoulders.
Guy- "milgayi!"
the guy who's chasing after her throws a plateful of colour at her.
The girl glares at Dushyant, breaking free from his grasp… and then at the guy….
Like earlier, she wipes her face with her kerchief…
Girl- "kitni baar bola! Main holi nhi khelti! Fir bhi dekho..."
Dushyant looks keenly at her antics, her features that come into view as she wipes her face-
She looks… familiar.
Guy- "kyu nhi khelti Roohi?"
there.. that name sounded familiar too. Dushyant smiles… its like hearing the name of a distant friend.
Girl (Roohi)- "ohho! Bachpan mei mere dost nhi the. Isliye nhi khela. Haa, baad mei mile the, toh khel liya. Fir gaye, toh band kardi..."
Dushyant lets out a low chuckle watching her.
Where did he hear that name? Roohi… Roohi… and it hits him. Could it be her? The innocent girl from his neighbourhood during his days in Rajasthan?
Guy (Vineet) - "ohho plz! Ab mil gaye na dost tujhe!?"
Roohi- "haan haan. Isliye! Zabardasti khelna pada..."
Dushyant smiles at the exchange. Ishita watches him lost and thinks its the best way to escape.
Just then someone calls out to the guy-
Voice- "Vineet! Idher aao!"
Vineet- "aaya Purvi.."
Waving to the girl, awkwardly nodding to Dushyant, the guy walks away. Dushyant finds that Ishu is gone too.
Dushyant- "kaha gayi? Lagta hai bhaag gayi… bacche ki tarah..."
standing at a few feet away, Roohi is still busily wiping the colour off her face.
He clears his throat.
Dushyant- "So… ur name is Roohi huh?"
she looks up at him suspiciously.
Roohi- "haan… aur… aap"
Dushyant- "mera naam Dushyant hai. I newly joined CID..."
Roohi- "ohh."
she smiles.
Roohi- "nice to meet you."
Dushyant- "same here. Sabse pehle maine sirf tumse baat ki hai yaha… this is the start, you can say!"
that makes her smile.
Roohi- "sach mei?"
Dushyant- "haan."
there's a pause. He wants to know more about her.
Dushyant- "so.. are you by chance from Rajasthan?"
Roohi- "aapko kaise pata..."
Dushyant- "Bhav Nagar DAV?"
Roohi's eyes widen…
Roohi- "aapko kaise pata? CID mei ho toh sab pata hota hai kya?"
He laughs..
Dushyant- "arey nhi… mujhe… mujhe laga main tumhe jaanta hu. Isliye pata chala."
Roohi- "uh..."
she's confused. He smiles, that little girl from back then, she was at least 5 years younger than him, so it was possible that she dint remember anything.
Roohi- "aap.. mujhe jaante hai?"
Dushyant- "pata nhi.. aisa laga jaanta hu tumhe." *sigh * "ek choti si ladki thi.. jo holi k din meri dost bangayi. Uss waqt main Bhav Nagar DAV mei 8th pad raha tha… uske koi dost nhi the toh, uss din hum dost bangaye..."
Roohi's eyes widen again. A large smile forms on her lips. And she continues eyeing him in disbelief.
Dushyant- "aur tumhe dekha toh laga.. kahi tum wo toh nhi… I'm sorry agar… "
he looks at her; she chuckles, with happy tears in her eyes. There's a pause and she speaks up.
Roohi- "aap- tumne sahi pehchana uss ladki ko..."
Its his turn to smile in disbelief…
Roohi- "haa aur… wo hi tumhe pehchaan nhi payi..."
Both chuckle..
Roohi- "holi k din.. aaj.. aaj hum fir milgaye!"
He laughs.. and she too joins him.
Dushyant- "I mean.. sach mei.. wo choti si ladki… tum ho..."
Roohi- "hey! Itni bhi choti nhi thi!"
Dushyant- "haha! Par thi toh tum choti.."
she wants to hit him but he pulls her into a hug…
Roohi- "ohh!"
gently patting her back, he smiles.
Dushyant- "I'm happy to meet you again. Main apne doston ko humesha samhal k rakhta hu. Bas ek tum hi door hogayi thi… aaj wo kami bhi nahi hai..."
Roohi smiles big… they break the hug. She shakes hands with him.
Roohi- "I cant believe this! I'm so happy! Aaj hum fir milgaye! Aur we'll be working together yay!"
both exchange smiles.. that's when ACP sir and the duo walk in… (they had gone to fetch ACP sir to the party)
both turn to look at them and greet them with a smile.
Roohi, Dushyant- "hello sir..."
ACP sir- "tum..."
Dushyant- "Sr. Inspector Dushyant. Pleasure to meet you sir."
ACP- "ohh! Toh wo tum ho!"
Abhijeet- "ye kya bhai? Tumne toh bola holi khelte nhi. Par ye toh..."
Abhijeet is amused at his fully coloured appearance.
Dushyant- "wo sir.. wo.. ek accident hua…"
Daya- "accident?"
Dushyant- "haan sir. Ek shaitaan ladki ne mujhpe…"
Dushyant trails off.. Roohi lets out a low laugh…
Abhijeet- "arey ladkiya toh hoti hai shaitaan!"
Abhijeet comments, earning him a glare from Roohi… she then abruptly turns away. Senior hai bhai! Zyada nhi ghoor sakti!
Voice- "accha ji?"
just then a lady walks up to them. that voice…
Abhijeet- "arey mar gaye! Ta.. Tarika ji aap..."
Tarika ignores him and welcomes ACP sir… she also greets Dushyant and they all begin walking in.
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A while later-
Dushyant meets almost everyone in the team. He's talking to Tarika when Nikhil drags a girl inside.
Nikhil- "sir.. ye ladki.. ye deewar chadke bahar jaarahi thi.. "
Freddy- "haye la! Koi chor toh nhi? Shakal se toh lagti nhi..."
Freddy speaks.
Dushyant instantly recognizes her.
Dushyant- "sir ye chor toh nhi hai. Par shaitaan hai. Mere saat Chandigarh mei kaam karti thi ye bhi…."
Abhijeet- "accha? Aur yaha bhi aagayi?"
Dushyant- "haan. Inspector Ishita Walia."
Freddy- "ohh!"
Ishu looks apologetic. Nikhil lets go of her hand…
Ishu- "s.. sorry sir… main.. main is tara… aap sab k saamne nhi aana chahti thi…."
ACP- "accha?"
she looks down… Daya laughs..
Daya- "waise ho bohot atrangi tum..."
Ishu manages to smile.
Daya- "dont take it in a bad way. Yaha CID mei hum sab ek pariwar hai."
She nods…
ACP- "Dushyant and Ishita! Welcome to CID..."
IshYant- "thank you sir."
both smile and nod.
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Later after lunch,
Roohana/Roohi and Dushyant are seen casually taling to each other in the lawn…
Roohi- "I still can't believe it… "
Roohi says pulling her legs up, sitting on the grass… beside her Dushyant laughs…
Dushyant- "ab believe karlena.."
when she turns to look at him, he smears her cheeks with yellow colour…
Dushyant- "happy holi Roohi..."
she smiles. After ages, she isn't mad that someone put colour on her.
Roohi- "Happy holi..."
taking some of colour of his palm, she smears it across his cheeks..
both laugh.
Dushyant- "so.. how's life?"
Roohi- "hmm? Haan sab thik. Just the same. and tumhara?"
Dushyant- "thik hi hai yar! Mujhe aaj humare school k din yaad aagaye! Tumhe yaad hai, kaise humne ek baar holi k din, science teacher ko rang mei dubaadiya..."
Roohi laughs..
Roohi- "haa yaad hai na… humari puri gang thi waha pe.. wo sab ab pata nhi kaha honge! Sab miljaate toh kitna accha hota..."
Dushyant- "haan… waise tera Bittu kaisa hai?"
Roohi- "mera bittu..?"
Roohi's eyes suddenly flare up.
Dushyant- "haan yar. Mujhe laga wo tera favorite hai. I thought u like him.."
Roohi- "like him.. my foot…'
Dushyant- "seriously… kya hua… I even though you might have loved him.."
Roohi- "love?"
Dushyant- "haan. Bachpan wala pyar..."
Roohi is disgusted...
Roohi- "plz Dushyant! Aaj itne saal baad hum mile. Sab k saat holi khela. Bohot khush hu main.. main ab uss.. usske bare mei sochke upset nhi hona chahti..."
Dushyant- "hey! Kya hua..."
Roohi is mum. Dushyant sighs…
Dushyant- "maine kabhi nhi socha tum ussey itni nafrat kar sakti ho..."
Roohi sighs sadly…
Roohi- "haa. Waqt… waqt ek jaisa nhi hota humesha.. cheezei badal jaati hai..."
Dushyant nods.. he shouldn't have talked to her about this. He tries to divert the topic.
Dushyant- "hey andar chalo na.. sab se milte hai.. tera mood bhi thik hojayega… hey listen close.. koi gaana gaaraha hai..."
Roohi- "gaana?"
Dushyant- "haan.."
Roohi- "haan.. haan..."
Roohi smiles faintly as she hears a song…
Holi k din dil khil jaate hai.. Rangon mei Rang miljaate hai…
What a beautiful song!
Dushyant- "lagta hai andar antaakshari chal rahi hai.. chal na..."
Roohi- "haan.. chalo.."
they both get to the feet and move inside..
unknown to them, one person who has come up to call them inside is still standing there, his legs rooted to the spot, his face showing sadness…
"maine kabhi nhi socha tum ussey itni nafrat kar sakti ho..."
"haa. Waqt… waqt ek jaisa nhi hota humesha.. cheezei badal jaati hai..."
He sighs…
Guy- "toh wo mujhse nafrat karti hai… yeah.. I deserve that."
sighing sadly, shaking off the thoughts, he walks inside to join others.
The day progresses smoothly and it was the best holi ever! Well, to most of them it was.
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FIN!
AN: sorry guys! Kuch achha ideas aahi nhi rahe! I hope this wasn't terrible. This will be a short story. So yea. I will try to give a better chap nxt time.
Sweetz and everyone.. kaisa laga bataana :) yea this had a bit more ishyant. But yea ruvi bhi honge agle chap se. thodi dosti n masti n thoda pyar. :)
thank you :*