So this is written on the phrase prompt - I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections. I want you, and only you.

"Tarika ji," purvi teased, "case toh solve ho gaya –ab aap kya soch rahi hain?"

"n…nahi. Kuch nahi," Tarika faked a smile.

"Abhijeet sir thak gaye honge – isliye tumse bina miley ghar chale gayein honge."

"hmm," she checked her phone again.

No new notifications.

"Tarika," shreya rubbed her back, "Sir shayad so gayein honge – isliye phone nahi kiya hoga."

"haan shayad tum dono sahi keh rahe ho – mein hi zyaada soch rahi hu."

'par na jaane kyu,' Tarika thought, 'mera mann ghabra raha hai.'

"Haan tum hi zyaada soch rahi ho," Shreya continued, "Abhijeet sir ke sar mein dard bhi ho raha tha shayad – so gayein honge."

"ab wo sab chodo – ye batao ki karna kya hai," Purvi tried to lighten the atmosphere, "shopping chalein? Kitne dino se nahi gayein."

"tum log jao – mera mann nahi hai."

"theek hai Tarika. Take care," Purvi and Shreya decided that they should give her some space.

Bidding them goodbye, Tarika drove inadvertently towards Abhijeet's house.

Tarika1: arrey ye kya – ye toh Abhijeet ke ghar ka rasta hai

Tarika2: U turn le le – ghar jaa….take a shower. Zyaada mat soch

Tarika1: tu nahi sochegi toh kaun sochega? Just check on him

Tarika2: so raha hoga – disturb mat kar usko.

Tarika1: itni dur aa gayi hai toh jaake check karle ek baar

"I'll just quickly check on him," Tarika spoke to herself, "tassali ho jayegi."

10 MINUTES LATER

Her heart beating unusually fast, she rang Abhijeet's doorbell.

"who are you to come to my house at this hour?"

"ye kaisa Mazak kar rahe ho Abhijeet?"

"Please, ab tum ye mat kehna ki tum meri girlfriend ho."

Before she could answer, she saw a bunch of girls in skimpy clothes, bitching about each other.

"Abhi-"

"Senior Inspector Abhijeet ma'am. Toh boliye – you are girlfriend number _"

She felt as though she had been stabbed right through her heart. Composing herself, she searched for words. She held back her tears and almost turned to leave when she saw some medicines lying on the floor.

Headache – tablets – goodness, he had lost his memory again.

"Mein aapki doctor hu – kuch der pehle aapko sar mein dard ho raha tha na?"

"maaf kijiye doctor sahiba," he whispered loud enough for only her to hear, "m-mujhe kuch ache se yaad nahi aa raha."

"koi baat nahi… aap dawai le lijiye and aaram kijiye– thodi der mein aap theek ho jayenge."

"ALL YOU LOVELY LADIES – AAP SABKO GHAR JAANA CHAHIYE AB"

His announcement created a bedlam of noises in the room.

"AB DOCTOR SAHIBA NE BOLA HAI TOH MAAN'NA PADEGA," he winked at Tarika.

Reluctantly, the girls left one by one. He bade each of them goodbye by sending flying kisses.

Tarika's heart was now a mixture of emotions. It hurt to see him like this… to see him in pain. At the same time, it boiled her blood when he flirted with each girl.

"sadak chap flirt," she muttered in anger.

"aapne kuch bola?" he asked, closing the door.

"haan wo mein puch rahi thi ki aapka sar dard kaisa hai ab?"

"ab sar mein dard toh nahi hai par theek se kuch yaad nahi aa raha."

"aap chinta mat kijiye," she took out Abhijeet's medicines from her bag that she kept for emergencies, "ye medicines lene ke baad aap theek ho jayenge."

"aapke bag mein ye medicines?"

"doctor hu…medicines toh rahenge hi na"

"doctors toh," he was not convinced, "prescribe – "

"doctor mein hu ki aap?"

"aap," he looked down, ashamed.

"toh aap meri baat suniye," she was happy she could evade his questions, "khaane ke baad ye le lijiyega."

"ji doctor."

"toh aap change kar lijiye," she moved to the kitchen, "mein khaana bana deti hu."

"arrey – don't worry doctor, I'll manage –"

"dekhiye bahar ka khaana health ke liye theek nahi and aapki maid Sunday ko nahi aati."

"mein kuch na kuch bana lunga."

"aap," she supressed laughter, "you can't cook."

"oh!"

"wasie," he added after a moment's thought, "aapko kaise pata ki I can't cook?"

'hai bhagwan,' she thought, 'iska senior inspector mode toh on ho gaya. Ab ye mujhe interrogate karne lag jayega. Once a cop, always a cop.'

"wo…wo aap hi ne toh bataya tha."

"aur wo maid waali baat bhi maine hi batayi thi?"

"j..ji."

"doctor aapke paas itne saare patients aatein honge – unme se kisi ek ki itni baatein yaad rakhna kaise possible hai?"

"wo…"

"aur aapko kitchen ka raasta kaise pata tha?"

'kuch kar Tarika,' she told herself, 'warna ye aaj tujhe chodega nahi. Ye CID waale bhi na.'

She moved to the fridge and took a bottle of juice . Then she went near him and "accidentally" spilled it on his shirt.

"oh I am so sorry," she said, "mein aapko juice dene waali thi and – "

"koi baat nahi madam."

'mere saath CID giri karoge toh aisa hi hoga,' she thought, 'par ye toh meri favourite shirt thi. Tumhare inn sawalo ki wajah se kharab ho gayi. Mere paas koi option hi nahi tha.'

"mein saaf kar deti hu."

She took a handkerchief and started hitting him on the chest with it.

'ye unn sabke saath flirt karne ke liye.'

"arrey aap kya kar rahi hain."

"saaf kar rahi thi," she played the innocent, hitting him harder.

"m…mein change kar leta hu."

"ji," she smiled as she watched him go to his room

AFTER 8 HOURS, 3.30 AM:

Abhijeet turned left and right in his sleep, multiple times. He then got up with a jerk.

"Tarika!"

He quickly unlocked the door of his house and ran over to the car that was parked next to his.

Messy hair, heavy eyelids, cracked lips – she sat there, worn out. She probably didn't even drink water.

His sharp eyes were quick to see the empty 100ml water bottle on the passenger seat.

100ml – she survived on that for so long.

It was all because of him – it was his fault. She had to spend the night in a car – without food and water! And it was all because of him.

Oh how he hated himself for putting her through all this.

Why was she being punished?

For loving him?

"Tarika."

He opened the door of the car and hugged her without second thoughts.

He held her tight while she rubbed his back.

After staying like that for a few minutes, he led her inside.

"lo paani piyo," he gave her a glass of water.

She hugged him again after drinking it.

She was glad he was back. Her Abhijeet was back.

"I am sorry Tarika," he said with his face buried in her chest, "meri wajah se tumhe ye sab – "

"shhh…shhh Abhijeet," she ruffled his hair, "apno se koi maafi maangta hai?"

"kabhi kabhi sochta hu ki tumhe kis baat ki saza mil rahi hai "

"saza nahi Abhijeet – ye toh mera haq hai…. Agar tumhare liye mujhe harr raat aise hi guzaarni pade na, toh mujhe manzoor hai"

"itni takleef hui tumhe aur tum keh rahi ho ki tumhe manzoor hai… "

"iss takleef mein bhi mithaas hai."

"meri yaadash ki wajah se tumhe kitna kuch – "

Before he could speak further, she kissed him on his forehead and made him look at her.

"I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections…."

He smiled, thankful that he had her and placed his head in her lap. What if their relationship didn't have a name? It was love in every sense of the word… and that's the important part.

She continued caressing his hair as he wrapped both his arms around her waist.

"Tarika lekin mujhe abhi bhi samajh nahi aa raha ki unn ladkiyo ko meri yaadash jaane ke baare mein kaise pata chala."

When he didn't get any response, he looked up to find her sleeping peacefully. Making the least possible sound, he lifted his head from her lap and carried her in his arms.

He took her to her bedroom, fondled her hair and whispered "good night beautiful"

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