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" Sir, Please lock your seat belt..."
A melodious voice interrupted his space, and hands automatically followed her instructions.
He was on Spice Jet, all set to leave for Delhi, to attend Huda's roka. As everyone know this reason was an excuse to coverup the fact that he really wanted to see her...
He was feeling alone without her....

Teing up his seat belt he once gave a assuring look to the air hostess, but his eyes got stuck at her name tag...

Naina....
The name which changed my life, my way of thinking, my style of living, diverted the route of my every perception...

He simply smiled, tangling his feets in the perfect legspace... leaning a bit more towards his head rest...

It feels warm now... Taking her name and resting in a cool area surrounded with strangers.... Both felt warm to him... May be the first one provided him such a feel...

He shook his head at his own stupid thoughts.... lekin they came in waves....

He loved flying.... since he met her...a long long ago...
Its his little beautiful secret that he shared with none...Not with his bhaii yaar Naveen too...

He believed that secrets stays healthy until it gets exposed... the insecurity of loosing your own self at the cost of protecting that secret won't enter door steps of your life until you reveal it to thr world.... It may turn dirty too...

But this case is different...
This secret is different...
At the end of any logic he didn't want to loose his yaar Naveen and his new found friend Naina...so keeping this secret as secret was the only option left with him...

As this thought crossed his mind, those fingers which were well trained in holding the guns, strangling the enemies nerves, felt a shiver automatically letting itself cocooned in his windcheater's pocket....

Revinding his memory...he went back to the tracks where his secret was hidden, all from the world we all know....and from the world which is alone his...

2016...
Month of December...

It was his 4th mission...leaded by Col. Jhapra, who hated Capt. Shekhavat from his head to toe...just because his daughter had her eyes on him... the hotest man in his team...
Only two week had passed since the mission began... They were all set to leave for Moscow, with Abhimanyu Roy Chauhan as their backup...

Due to few unfortunate casualties, Rajveer was forced to step out of the mission, as it would cost him his life... He was in coma for few days and suffered posttraumatic stress disorder.... Urgently he needed a safe coverup and staying in the northern part of the country was equal to blood money to the enemies...

It wasn't new for him... taking panah in different cities with different names, clothes cultures wasn't surprising for him...
As always Gunny was infront of him with few chits in a bowl, containing random lists of cities, may be he could get a shelter for few weeks..

Who knew that...a small chit would turn his life a complete upside down...
With wounded week hands, he took one chit where her name was written... invisibly..

He began his journey on wheelchair, asking Aloo to arrange his tickets to Mumbai, from Hyderabad...
This is how a game of hide and seek began...

As he mentioned earlier, He always loved flying... And to meet her, he took back to back 4 flights in just two days...
From Amritsar to Hyderabad, then straight to Mumbai...and another one to Gauhati... Last one to Goa...
Everyone till today believed that he took rest for 67 days, in a shaby room of Mumbai chawl.... but only he knew where he was...

That wasn't his choice...
The chit...told him to do so...
It was Manglore..where she existed...

After a long tiring journey of 8 hours ( From Goa to Manglore ), the lorry which contained onions along with him landed stopped infront of a broken house, in the deserted Bangadi village formed in hills.. It took two more days for him to open his eyes widely and take rounds of the place..
He was still on wheelchair, sometimes roaming with the help of crutches, with his beardo look on, looking a little older than he actually was....

He clearly remembered the day, he saw her for the first time.....
25th December...
When rest of the world busy in celebrating Christmas, the birthday of Lord Christ,
He was born, with a mere sight of her innocent smiles and heartly giggles...

He didn't know life could be better when you are with people, rather than eating alone remembering the sad happenings of your past....
All that caught the sight of his brain and heart was a over hyper kid with two ponies on...well decorated with a sky blue colored frock...hopping around colorful lights hanging on tbe tree branches....

He zoomed the telescope, gripping on his dear wheelchair, leaning a bit more towards the balcony, to see how her eyes fluttered everytime a cracker showed up in the sky and lips carved into parabolic one, when a random child kissed her cheeks... She even returned it gladly squeeling up the kid in air, letting her curly hairs bounce setting a cracker in his heart...

He kept on admiring at her kiddish joys, for damn thirty beautiful minutes, only to hear her name....echoed in the hills...
Someone from her squads, called her name...
" Naina....Nainuu..."

That's the last thing he heard that night... as remaining hours were spent on his laptop, confirming whether his guess was right?
His eyes weren't wrong, doubting her to be his darling Naveen's Baby girl....about whom he heard a lot, to be precise a million of stories, narrating her mischievous deeds...
Naveen would proudly nominate her name to Oscars for the Best Prankster of all the times....

He literally hacked Alekh's accounts, phones, let his sources on work, to know current whereabouts of Naina Singh Ahluwaliyaa...
And finally got to know Capt. Shekhavat is never off duty....

Packing his essentials he reached near her hostel, settled down there for three days observing the pattern of her daily chores. Waited to catch some point that happened consecutively, where she went well except college and what she eat visit...
Time was running from his hands...and three days weren't enough to note down someone's schedule....
So again he hacked Aloo's laptop to take a glimpse of her activities and found one link...

Meeting her wasn't as much difficult as he planned... But her Bhai taking rounds around her in the name of security made it difficult...
How much a man on wheelchair manage himself to play games??.

He had only one way and he utilised it by sending an emergency transfer letter for Alekh through his networks...
Perks of being a senior and also a man with charms can do anything.....
In the first time in his life he used his brain for something else, to talk to her...
He found himself dissolving in a pool of confused thoughts, with his own emotions...
He never had this type of complications, either throw of peeps out of his life or welcome them, that's what he did, no in between... But thing with this girl was all over different..

He wasn't that saint to tag it as love at first sight... According to him that never existed..
After an hour of Alekh's departure, he presented himself behind the confession table, of St. Aloysius, making an honour of introducing the man on the wheelchair as Father Michael Anthony....
That beard painted in little white helped him to be in character too...
And army training were intact that he perfectly disguised himself...

He heard her... Her worries, chirps, merries, problems that were part of her daily life...
Every prank she played, and every other person she met.. words of her lessons, moves of her dances, issues regarding her curly hairs...
Everything he heard patiently...
Behind the curtains and even in the open space....

Their meets turned really long, involving her friends, caretakers, lecturers and even her lovely hamster....
She made her meet every little species know him... Introduced to new places, new books, new dishes(restaurant made)...
And he followed her words and orders without a single coma...
She was kind to everyone...but she was sweet to him...

Ohh!!! Did he forget to mention another tiny secret, that how he actually become so close to her?
He added a pinch of masala that rose a wave of sympathy...
In short he specifically mentioned his name with a tag of Cancer patient, who had few days of boring life... As he doubted she came happily to turn his life sad into a happening one...

He tooks steps of lies to reach the destination... And that was her...
She poured all her time taking in care of this man... While he was immerced in studying her, learning new ways of living....

Engaging in something that relieves your mind leaves a misty weather in your mind restraining yourself from, whether that engaged thing is right to do!
She had solutions for her every issues, and unknowingly she became answer for his every question...

Before he met her, all he knew was to sacrifice himself for his country... He didn't know other worldy things are actually better to cure his wounds....
His parent's broken marriage was only a broken brige to every relationship he made for his life... He sounded calm to the outer world, but he only knew what tsunamic thoughts he had within him...

In short he only listened to her, she raised questions about different angles of life and they got busy in discovering answers for them in team...
In this process, he learnt in which language his heart always whispers to him... He started giving an ear to it's whimpers, it's chuckles, its silence...along with its desires...

She was a angel, purely made up of some magical powers filled with high spirited life..
Always hopping here and there with some unknown kind of happiness... She was too little when compared to his dull vanquished aged plain heart... Every morning damaging his ears by her wishes to closing the dark curtains to tuck him quietly to bed...
She had worldful of love hidden in her heart for everyone on this universe...
Hatred was million miles away, from her path....

Fortyfive days of journey with her spent are still glowing in his heart...
Of course, it was filled with raw lies, various masks, but to his heart content it is purely a bliss.....

He still remember the last day of their story, when she saw her with Naveen.... He was back from his mission....
On Valentine's Day, he left her side walking away leaving his wheelchair in the empty room...

He still remember their last convo...her words... Her trust in relationships giving rebirth regarding his views....

Naina - " Kitna ajeeb he na... hum zindagi bhar, idhar udhar kisi jawab ke khoj mein khudko hi kho dete he.. Ek baar palatke nahi dekhte ki, kyaa koyi khada he, humare intezaar mein... Hum aasani se us insaan ke haath chod dete he joh humko chahta he, aur bhaghte rehte he us insaan ko dhoondne shayad he hi nahii...

Mauka toh do us insaan ko joh aapke rahh dekh raha....akele zindagi kaatne se behtar he ki, us insaan ke saath zindagi guzaaro joh aapse mohabbat kare, pure dil se imandari ke saath.. kaun jaane, zindagi ke kayii manzilo mein ek, aapke mohabbat miljaaye unmein..."

These words changed his world...
First time in his life he wanted to give a chance for everything came on his way...
He wanted to live for himself, smile for himself as she taught....he wanted himself just like her, breathing according to his own rules...

After that day,
He saw her again...
Waiting for her dream boy ( Abhi ) to enter her life officially...this time dressed up in a Shaadi ka Joda...

" Welcome to the Indira Gandhi International Airport. Sorry about the bumpy landing.

It's not the captain's fault. It's not the co-pilot's fault. It's the Asphalt....."

There he heard the announcement bringing him back to the real world.... switching off his ears from head phone and mind from her he rubbed his palms all excited to meet her....

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Rotating the starring in a harsh way, he tried to call her again..
And heard, it saying switched off for the twelth time....

" Sirjii.... Phooolan kitte he?
Kabse phone kar raha usko, woh angrezi chori toh bol rahi off karke rakha he...

Uper se kal ke program ke baad, raat ko khane tak ghar nahi aayi... Mummy jii ne toh pooch pooch ke kaan mein ched karke rakdii he.... Yeh phoolan he kaha..????..."

Huda's words kept on ringing in his ears, and he instantly called UD to trace Naina's phone...
Not getting any clue he decided to let Naveen know this matter, when something striked to his intelligent mind...

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So Darlings,
Ek confusion mit gaya, that How Rajveer knows Naina from start?
Why he silently endured her games without a question?

Saalon phehle when she was in college, he met her...and was with her....
She was the one who changed his way of living...
Jaha Raj ke Maa, "Kuch Naye Kadam" Chapter mein mention karti he that Raj badal gaya tha, Naina ke wajah se badla tha, not ki Anu ki....

I'm working on next update... Will update soon...

Aapki,
Nandu ❤️