Rajat walks inside his house and shuts the door. Someone rings his doorbell continuously. He gets irritated and opens the door.

Rajat (irritated): Tum mera peecha kar rahi thi?

Purvi (trying to get inside): andar toh aane do..main tumhare ghar me aayi hoon..

Rajat (blocking her way): Koi zaroorat nahi..

Purvi (shocked): Tum toh bahut mannerless ho yaar..

Rajat (angry voice): haan hoon..khaas karke tum jaise logon ke liye kuch zyaada hi rehta hoon..

Purvi: mere jaise log matlab?

Rajat: matab jo doosro ki zindagi me bewajah ghusne ki koshish karte ho..

Purvi (protesting): Please Rajat..main sirf tumhari bhalaai..

Rajat: mujhe mere haal pe chodd do…meri bhalaai karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai tumhe…naa tum meri maa ho aur naa..naa tum meri biwi..now just leave..mujhe bureau ke liye late ho raha hai..he slams the door shut.

Purvi keeps on ringing the bell continously. He switches it off from inside.

Purvi (standing outside, thinking): Bell bandh kar diya? Koi baat nahi bachooo…abhi dikhaati hoon..

She starts banging on his door. Rajat shuts the bathroom door and turns the shower on to drown the sound of knocking.

Purvi (hands paining because of knocking): Rajattttt…darwaaza kholoooo..Rajatttt…she kicks his door.

Two three neighbours and the landlord come outside the door listening to the ruckus.

Landlord: ehhh…kaun hai tum? Aur mera darwaaza kyun todd rahi ho?

Purvi: aapka darwaaza? Yeh toh Rajat ka ghar hai naa

Landlord: haan..woh bhaade pe rehta hai ghar me..arre magar tum kaun hai? Aisa darwaaza kyun maar raha hai..toot jaayega

Purvi (thinking quick): haaaan..dekhiye naa uncle…main kabse darwaaza khatkhata rahi hoon…yeh darwaaza kholta hi nahi…bahut..bahut pareshaan tha subah se…sunaa hai depression me hai…usne aaj apni davaai bhi nahi lee hai….she makes a dramatic face..kahin..yeh aatmahatya toh nahi kar raha naa?…she starts banging the door again..

Landlord (worried): Kya? Suicideeee? Arrre yeh mar gaya toh phir mera yeh kamra koi kiraaye pe nahi lega..Mr Rajatttt….he starts banging the door too..

Purvi: koi faayda nahi uncle…lagta hai darwaaza todna padega..

The landlord curses and picking a stone breaks the door open.

Purvi: lagta hai bathroom me hai…chaliye…

The landlord pushes the door open. Rajat is shaving clad only in a towel.

Rajat (shocked): what theee…Sharmaa ji…yeh kya badtameezi hai..

Purvi (stepping in): Rajat…Rajatttt..tum theekh ho? Main kitna darr gayi thi…tumne apni depression ki davaai nahi lee aa..chalo mooh kholo..

Landlord: haan…davaai le lo…mooh kholo..jaldi karo beti

Purvi forcibly feeds him the medicines he has to take. He gulps it down forcibly and coughs.

Purvi (patting his back): sab theekh hai Rajat..tumne apni dawaai khaa li naa…ab din bhar aaram rahega…tumhe suicide jaise koi khayal nahi aayenge..

Rajat (shock): suicide? Kya bakwaas hai yeh sab?

Old lady (neighbor): Betaaa..she touches his face sympathetically..tum abhi jawaan ho..aise khayal mann me mat leke aaoo..tum kaho toh ek achi si ladki tumhare liye main dhoondti ho…tum akele rehte ho..isliye yeh sab sochte ho…ek jeevan saathi hogi toh sab pareshaani door ho jaayegi..

Landlord: ekdum correct baat boli Chachiji aapne..yeh jeena bhi koi jeena hai..desh ki seva me poori zindagi barbaad kar doge..kya doosre officer ke parivaar nahi hai? Tumhe shaadi kar leni chahiye..

Rajat (embarrassed, angry): Yeh kya lagaa rakha hai..ek toh jabardasti mere ghar me ghuss aaye..woh bhi mere bathroom me..he looks at everyone embarrassed..he is just wearing his towel..dekhiye…mujhe kuch nahi hua hai..main bilkul theekh hoon..please jaayiye aap log..please..

Purvi (acting innocent): Tum pakka apni jaan nahi loge naa? Main toh darr hi gayi thi…tumhe aisa bilkul theekh dekhkar…she glances him from top to bottom….mann ko bahut sukooon mil raha hai… She smiles and winks at him. Rajat wears his t-shirt quickly..

Purvi: thank you Uncle..aapki wajah se meri jaan me jaan aa gayi…mera kaam toh ho gaya..thank you everybody..she rushes out of the house before Rajat can say anything.

Landlord: Chalo sab theekh hai…waise Mr Rajat…yeh ladki kaun hai?

Rajat (angry): yeh ladki…yeh bas ek musibat hai…Sharmaji..aainda isse mere ghar me yaa apni building ke aas paas bhi mat bhatakne dena..paagal hai yeh..

Rajat manages to send everyone out of his house and reaches bureau in anger.

Abhijit: good morning Rajat..arre subah subah gusse me..aaj toh tumne exercise bhi kiya hai…maine toh padha hai exercise karne ke baad mood ekdum theekh ho jaata hai..hainnn..

Rajat (anger): Sirr..aap please uss ladki ko samjhaa dijiye..khamkhaa mere life me problems create kar rahi hai..aaj mere ghar me jabardasti ghuss aayi…kitna bada drama kiya usne..

Abhijit: bhaaaii…yeh toh tum dono ki beech ki baat hai..main isme kahan se aa gaya?

Rajat (frustrated): Sir aaappp?

Abhijit: Chodo yaaar…chalo ek cup garam chai ho jaaye..

Rajat (getting restless): chai nahi..mujhe ek cigarette chahiye..kal raat se nahi pii hai maine…he spots Pankaj..Pankajjjj..

Pankaj: ji sir..

Rajat: zara mere liye woh saamne waali dukaan se 10 packet cigarette laa de yaar..bahut sar dard ho raha hai..

Abhijit (protesting: 10 packet..Rajat tumhe doctor ne manaa kiya hai naa..rukoo main Tarika se shikayat karta hoon..

Rajat: yeh meri life hai sirrr…main isse apne tareeke se jiyoonga..mujhe koi rok nahi sakta..naa Tarika naa aap…

Rajat leaves from there.

Abhijit (calling Purvi): Purvi…yaar yeh Rajat ne abhi 10 packet cigarette mangaayi hai..

Purvi (shocked): Yeh Kadvaa karela bhi naa…khair jijuuu…2-4 cigarette pii lene dijiye..aisi aadaten itni jaldi chootti nahi…

Abhijit: magar Purvii..waqt nikla jaa raha hai…kya karenge hum log?

Purvi (smile): Maine kaha naa..2-4 cigarette ..usse zyaada toh main isse peene nahi doongi…main kuch karti hoon…

Pankaj gets the cigarettes that Rajat had ordered. Rajat checks the packets carefully. They are sealed. He smiles and picks up phone to call Purvi.

Purvi (surprised): hello Meri jaan…tumne mujhe call kiya? Kya baat hai?

Rajat (irritated): yeh tum baar baar mujhe…meri jaan kehna bandh karo..

Purvi (laughing): kyun? Tumhe acha nahi laga?..koi baat nahi..aadat ho jaayegi…acha bolo kyun phone kiya tha?

Rajat (attitude): yehi bataane ke liye ki maine abhi abhi mere brand ki cigarette ki dus packet kharidi hai….aur usse peene se rokne waala yahan koi nahi hai..

Purvi (angry): dekho tum meri baat sunoo..

Rajat (laughing): aa…aaa..aaaaa…tum meri baat suno…aaj tumne bahut manmaani kar li apni…ab wahi hoga jaisa main chahta hoon..so bye..

Purvi (cutting the call): haayeee…mere kadve karele…waade ke mutaabit..main tumhe 4 cigarette se zyaada peene nahi doongi…aakhir tum Meri jaan jo ho..wait and watch..

Evening tea time

Everyone has come in cafeteria to drink tea. Rajat is already in the balcony trying his 5th cigarette of the day. He inhales the smoke and feels odd. Ignoring the burning sensation in his lips he continues to smoke it. Reaching half way, he runs to the restroom.

10 mins later, he emerges out completely exhausted.

Pankaj: kya hua sir..aap..aap bahut thake huye lag rahe hai?

Rajat (clutching his stomach in pain): pata nahi yaar…pet me bahut dard hai..aur poora mooh jal raha hai..

Pankaj hands him a glass of water, he drinks it and gets up to to the restroom again. Pankaj informs Abhijit about Rajat's sickness.

Abhijit: Rajattt…kya hua? tabiyat theekh nahi hai kya?

Rajat (pain): haan sir….loose motions…aur mooh jal raha hai…

Abhijit (worried): ohhh..main Tarika ko bolta hoon..

Tarika checks him. He now has fever too.

Tarika: darrne ki baat nahi hai…tum bas yeh davaai khaa loo 2 din..tum theekh ho jaooge..aur haan yeh 2 din kuch baahar ka mat khaana…Abhijit…main kuch light saa banaake bhijwaa doongi…Rajat tumhe yeh khaana hoga…aur haan…no cigarettes…tumhe ulcers huye hai..

Rajat (doubt): Ulcers..loose motions..kahin yeh sab uss Purvi ne toh nahi kiya naa?main usse nahi choddongaaa…he gets angry

Tarika: tum over react kar rahe ho..tum kayi dino se baahar ka khaana khaa rahe ho, tumhare khaane peene ka koi timing nahi hai..kabhi na kabhi toh pet kharab hona hi tha..aaj ho gaya..I think tumhe ACP sir se chutti leni chahiye..tumhe aaram ki zaroorat hai..

Rajat goes to his house as advised by Tarika. He is in great pain and lies on the bed. His phone rings.

Rajat (pain): Helooo.

Purvi (worried): Rajatt…tum theekh toh ho naa?

Rajat (angry, pain): Tum? Huhh…mera yeh haal karne ke baad..tum pooch rahi ho? Main kaisa hoon?

Purvi: dekho…maine kuch nahi kiya..sach me..haan yeh baat sach hai main kuch soch hi rahi thi…magar mere kuch karne ke pehle..tumhari tabiyat bigad gayi..

Rajat (angry, pain): I simply donot believe you…yeh ghatiya harkat tumhi ne ki hogi…bahut mazaa aa raha hai naa mujhe dard me dekhke..well tell you what…mujhe bhi bahut mazaa aa raha hai..yeh dard..yeh dard toh kuch bhi nahi hai..Meri Nisha ne isse kayi zyaada dard saha hai…you know what..you are right…main..main theekh hoon Purvi…bahut zyaada theekh hoon..I am fine!

He switches his phone off.

Purvi (worried): tarikaaa..usne mera phone kaat diya..sach bataoo naa….uski haalat kya bahut kharab hai?

Tarika (worried): Rajat bahut ziddi hai…who apni davaai nahi lega..apni tabiyat aur bigaadne ke liye who kuch bhi kar sakta hai..hum kar bhi kya sakte hai? 24 ghante thodi uspe nazar rakh sakte hai..woh apne ghar me kya kar raha hai yeh thodi pata kar sakte hai?

Rajat home

Rajat gets up from his sleep. His whole body is aching and he has very high fever. He feels like vomiting and gets up slowly from the bed. With unsteady steps, he rushes to the bathroom. He vomits out with great force and checks the basin..it has some blood!

He looks at the red color and is happy. Even though his head is throbbing, he smiles and sits down.

Rajat (mind, happy): kya..kya main marne waala hoon? Meri Nisha..Meri Nisha aayi hai mujhe lene…

Rajat (loud): Nishaaaa…Nishaaaa…tum ho naa yahan..mujhe pata hai..

He can make out her faint outline. She hurries inside the bathroom and comes and holds him. Rajat can feel her touch.

Rajat (touching her arm):Nishaaa…main…main tumhe chooo sakta hoon…sach me..

Nisha (voice): Chalo yahan se Rajat..please…

Rajat cannot believe this. He hugs her tight. She doesn't hold him at first and he feels her pushing him.

Rajat (hugging tighter, crying): Kyun Nisha…mujhe gale nahi lagaoogi? Kahan chali gayi thi mujhe chodke…main kitna akela pad gaya tha…ab tum aa gayi ho…hum hamesha saath rahenge..hai naa..kuch…kuch bolo naa..

Nisha (voice): rajat..tum meri baat maanoge? Pehle baahar chalo…aaram se…

Rajat (agreeing): Okay Nisha..tum…tum jaisa kahogi..main waisa karoonga…she holds his hand and slowly walks out giving him support.

Nisha makes him sit on the bed. She wipes the sweat off his forehead. All the while Rajat is grinning at her, his tears flow…

Nisha (voice): Tum baitho…main soup laati hoon..phir tumhe davaai khaani hai..she leaves, he holds her hand in fear

Rajat: kahan jaa rahi ho Nisha?..please..mujhe chodke mat jaoo..mere paas..mere paas raho..

Nisha (voice): Main yahin hoon Rajat..bass abhi aayi..

Rajat is happy that Nisha is back. He waits patiently for her. She returns with a bowl of soup. Rajat drinks every spoon of soup that she feeds him continuously staring at her. She also gives him his medicines.

Rajat: maine tumhari saari baaten maan li naa..ab toh le chalo mujhe tumhare saath..

Nisha (voice): Tum so jaoo..hum log bahut jald chalenge…

Rajat (happy, lying down): tum sach bol rahi ho naa? Theekh hai..main aankhen bandh karta hoon..he shuts his eyes, but opens them the next second.

Rajat (getting up): nahi..agar maine aankhen bandh kit oh tum chali jaoogi…nahi..mujhe nahi sona hai..

Nisha (sitting closer, holding his hand): main nahi jaane waali…yahin hoon tumhare paas…ab so jaoo..tumhe acha lagega..

Rajat (agreeing, shutting his eyes): Okay Nisha…main..main tumhari har baat manoonga..tum bass mujhe apne saath le jaana…le jaana…

Rajat sleeps finally. After patting his forehead softly for some more minutes, Purvi removes her hand from his grip. She has tears in her eyes.

Purvi (tears, mind): sorry Rajat…tumne mujhe Nisha samjha aur maine yeh galat fehmi door nahi ki..iss waqt tumhari sehat mere liye bahut zaroori hai…she sobs..

Purvi (thinking): Kitni khudgarz hoon main…apne faayde ke liye…tumhe jeene pe majboor kar rahi hoon..magar main kya karoon Rajat…main jeena chahti hoon…aur mere JEENE KI WAJAH TUM HO..she wipes her tears..main..main tumhe marne nahi de sakti…she smiles..itni jaldi toh bilkul nahi..mere Kadve Karele…

She picks an extra pillow and sleeps on the sofa..

Purvi (looking at a peacefully sleeping Rajat): Good night! Meri Jaan…she shuts her eyes and sleeps.

So Purvi enters his house now! aur kya kya drama hoga? Stay tuned for some more fun and emotions...

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