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Night, Kartik-Naira house

After dinner, Naira steps into their small bedroom. She is searching for something.

Kartik : Kya dhoondh rahi ho?

Naira : mere kapde... raat ko kya pehnoo?

He fetches her night clothes from the cupboard. She changes into them and comes out. She feels awkward as Kartik stares at her.

Naira (awkward): kya main aise hi kapde pehenti thi?

Kartik : Haan...yeh tumhare hi hain...maine tumhare purane kapde phir se cupboard me rakhe hai..taaki tumhe thoda comfortable lage...tumne inki aadat hai naa..

Naira: kya main unhe dekh loon..

Kartik: Haan kyun nahi..

Naira goes to the cupboard and checks her clothes, accessories. She holds them and tries to remember, picture herself wearing them. She is rummaging through them when a soft cloth falls down. She picks it up – it's a black satin night gown.

Naira: Kartik..yeh kiske kapde hai? Yeh..yeh bilkul alag hai...yeh mere nahi lagte...

Kartik (ruffles his hairs): woh....yeh...tumhare..tumhare hi hain...maine tumhe....gift kiya tha....shaadi ke kuch din baad....

Naira sees the gown again, she feels her cheeks turning red.

Naira (embarrassed): kya..hum...woh...hum dono ke beech....mera matlab...

Kartik: hum dono husband-wife hai...toh sab kuch tha..

Naira: Kya tum mujhse khush the?

Kartik comes closer and touches her face. She doesn't flinch this time.

Kartik (softly): hum dono ne kabhi ek doosre ko dhoka nahi diya...main aaj bhi tumse pyaar karta hoon..shayad pehle se bhi zyaada...ab so jaoo...

Mid night

Naira is sleeping and she sees some images in her dream. They are very blurry and she gets restless..

Image : Naira and Kartik riding on a bike.....

Image: Naira praying in the same house....

Image: a blurred person slapping her...

Image: a girl standing on the edge of a cliff...and the girl jumps

Naira wakes up and feels her heart racing. The images still play in her mind and very soon they fade out. She doesn't know if they are from her past or they are just part of her dream.

She walks out of the room in a confused state. She opens her cupboard, takes out her clothes and throws them in frustration. She goes around the house touching each window, door, piece of furniture...

She walks into the kitchen and comes across a coffee mug- it looks used and old. She starts making a cup of coffee for herself. She searches for sugar opening every cabinet, she gets very angry and throws the coffee mug away in frustration.

Kartik wakes up at this noise and comes out looking for Naira. She is standing in the kitchen, with her back towards him.

Kartik: Naira...kuch chahiye....mujhe uthaa diya hota...

She starts sobbing loudly and sits down on the kitchen floor. Kartik sits down too and touches her shoulder.

Naira (crying): Mujhe kuch yaad nahi aa raha hai....yeh...yeh hamara ghar, hamara kamra...tum..main..kuch nahi ....kuch bhi nahi.....kyun mujhe yaad nahi hai yeh sab? Kya main tumse pyaar nahi karti thi? Aise kaise yeh sab bhool gayi...Bolo naa...bolo naa Kartik...

Kartik (tears): agar tumhe kuch yaad nahi hai toh yeh tumhari galti nahi hai...yeh sab ek haadsa tha...god ki marzi....sab theekh ho jayega..

Naira hugs him in fright. Kartik hugs her back and wipes his tears.

Naira : Tum mujhe chodd toh nahi doge naa...

Kartik (hugging her tighter): Nahi Naira...main tumhe akela nahi chodoonga...hamesha saath doonga...

He caresses her hairs softly till he hears her normal breathing voice.

Kartik (softly): Nairaaa....

She doesn't respond, he sees that she has slept. He picks her up and lays her on the bed.

Next day morning

Naira (sipping coffee): Hamari shaadi ko kitne saal huye?

Kartik : 4 saal...

Naira: Love ya arranged?

Kartik (smiles): Love....Naira blushes..

Naira: woh....mera accident? Who kaise hua

Kartik stops sipping his coffee. He looks at her with a fear in his eyes. He licks his lips nervously.

Kartik: woh....

Naira (eager): bataoo naa..kya hua tha?

Kartik: tum road cross kar rahi thi...ek...ek..gaadi ke saath accident hua..

Naira: Ohhh....

Kartik: Tum nahaa loo...aaj Sunday hai..church jaana hai....

Naira finishes her coffee and goes to take a bath. Kartik walks to their pictures on the wall.

Kartik (mind): Sorry Naira....maine jhooth kaha tumse...mujhme sachai batane ki himmat nahi hai...

They both go to the church and attend the service. Kartik and Naira take part in various church activities and are busy.Naira takes a break and looks out for Kartik.

Nun: Naira....kya dhoondh rahi ho?

Naira: Kartik ko?

Nun (smiles): woh dekho...wahan gate pe hoga...

Naira walks towards Kartik. She calls out his name, he doesn't respond. She walks faster and trips over a loose tile. Kartik turns and tries to hold her, she falls and he falls on top of her. He looks into her eyes for some seconds, they show some recognition. He gets up immediately and she gets up as well. She straightens her clothes and dusts herself. She sees blood trickling off Kartik's hands.

Naira: Yeh kaise hua?

Kartik (rubbing hand): Shayad abhi girke hua...

Naira: Chalo, dressing karte hai...she pulls him walking ahead.

Kartik stops,Naira feels a jerk in her hand.

Naira: Kya hua? Chalna nahi hai?

Kartik: Tumhe yaad nahi hai?

Naira: kya yaad nahi hai?

Kartik (smiling, coming closer): Hamari church me mulakat....

Flashback

Kartik and his friends are racing their bikes on a road creating nuisance. They do not care for the pedestrians and kids walking on street.

During one such race, one of the bikes loses control and it hits an old man walking on the side of the road. The man falls down, his bag of fruits falls down and everyone scrambles seeing blood on the man's head.

Biker: Chalo guys...kalti maaro (lets run)..warna police pakad legi...

They all hurry and go past the man, when he cries for help. He manages to grab Kartik's shirt.

Biker: Kartik..bhaag...police ka case ho jayega....

Kartik prepares to leave and tries to free himself, when the old man folds his hands in front.

Old man: Son..tum ache insaan lagte ho..please meri help kar do...

Kartik looks into his eyes and is reminded of Naira's eyes and look. He says yes, when he hears a police siren and within a minute 2 policemen hold him and take his bike. He turns to see that all his friends have left.

Policeman: Father...aap theekh toh hain...inn chokro ko toh abhi andar daalta hoon...Le chalo iss gundde ko...

Old man: No..no officer....yeh ladka toh angel hai...mera help kar raha hai..isne kuch nahi kiya..

Policeman: aap yahan naye hai father....yeh ek number ka gunda hai...hum logon ki purani dosti hai..kyun hai naa Kartik....tum logon ki phir se complaint aayi hai....chalo..

The policeman takes Kartik away in his jeep. The old man sighs.

Police station

Kartik: Arre inspector....main sach bol raha hoon..main toh uss buddhe ki help kar raha tha...faltoo me andar kiya mujhe..

Policeman: kisse topi pehna raha hai..tu aur help? Tu kabse sudhar gaya ?

Kartik: ab kya bataoon...kabhi kabhi mood aajaata hai help karne ka...

Policeman: Chupp ! ekdum Chupp..

The old man approaches the police inspector. His hand is bandaged.

Inspector: arre father Andrew aap?...fikar mat kijiye..iss gunde ki hum achi khatirdaari karenge..aap complaint likhaane aaye hai?

Father Andrew: Nahi officer...mujhe koi complaint nahi karni hai...aapse request karne aaya hoon..uss ladke ko chodd dijiye..woh meri madat kar raha tha..

Inspector: Father..hum log isse aur iske doston ko bahut ache se jaante hai...ek number ke awaara hai..aaye din inki choti badi complaints aati rehti hai..

Father Andrew: Kya aaj tak isne koi crime kiya hai?

Inspector: Nahi...isne koi bada crime toh nahi kiya hai...yeh toh bahut padha likha bhi hai..pata nahi aise gang me kaise aa gaya...isse sahi direction ki zaroorat hai bas..

Father Andrew: toh theekh hai....isse chodd dijiye...please...yeh sach me meri madat karne tayyar ho gaya thaa...

The inspector gives up and releases Kartik.

Inspector: last warning hai Kartik...sudhar jaaoo..kyun apni life waste kar rahe ho..tum koi naukri kyun nahi karte ho..shayad tumhe achi ladki bhi mil jaaye..

Kartik: Apni zindagi ka ek rule hai inspector...'Complete Freedom'.....naa naukri karke main kisika Naukar banoonga aur naa shaadi karke kisika Ghulaam...yeh pyaar, ishq, shaadi yeh sab bakwaas hota hai...

Kartik is chatting with a constable outside the police station while waiting to collect his bike, when he sees Father Andrew walking out. Father waits for an auto for a long time. Kartik gets on his bike and halts near him

Kartik: uncleee...aa jaoo..aapko chodd deta hoon

Father Andrew (smiling): Nahi son..tum jaoo..main theekh hoon

Kartik: arre aa jaoo uncle...woh..aapne help ki meri..toh main bhi return help kar deta hoon..hisaab barabar ho jayega..

Father Andrew smiles and hops on the bike. Kartik takes him to the church.

Father Andrew: Thank you son...andar aao...

Kartik: arre nahi father...main yeh church, god me vishwaas nahi rakhta...aap mujhe force mat kijiye

Father Andrew: Main tumhe force nahi karoonga...waise bhi jab God tumhe bulayenge..tum apne aap khiche chale aa jaoge...God bless you my son..

Kartik takes his bike and turns, when he sees a purse drop from Father Andrew's bag on the road just ahead of the bike.

Kartik (happy): waah...lagta hai aaj God bhi mujhse khush hai...suna hai log church me paise dete hai God ko..aaj church ke bahar hi mujhe donation mil gaya..

He picks up the purse and is about to pocket it, when a small piece of paper falls down. He picks it up – it's a small picture of Naira. He is instantly reminded of their meeting and the way Nairacalled him angel. For some reason, he wants to meet her again. He has a change of heart and goes inside looking out for father Andrew.....

So how do they meet in Church? Do they fall in love after this meet? What is the truth that Kartik is hiding from Naira...await my next chapters...DO VOTES & INLINE COMMENTS.........take care..