Naina

She is sitting on the stone. Her feet dipped in river. Her luggage is discarded next to her. Her eyes are wet. She has never expected Naushad to say those things to her.

Suddenly she feels water ice cold. She pulls her feet back. Her feet are red...due to chilled cold. Moreover her skin is sensitive too. She rubs her feet but feels nothing.

It was her decision to leave Naushad and his rude ass. The way he behaved with her in hallway of hospital, Naina could not take it. Saira may be his daughter but she too has emotions for her. In fact her heart is more Soft than his. He is isolated loner but she...she has started to care...

...for a little princess who unfortunately is his daughter.

That girl is really cute. She is pole opposite to her father.  That little bundle of cuteness is the sole reason perhaps she felt warmth in those icy walls.

Her eyes becomes watery again.

She cares for Saira yet He blamed her. He behaved rudely with her. And the way he announced her mere stranger because he himself cant believe women more..It has disturbed her.

Her feet are still numb. She rubs them furiously.  The surrounding is getting dark with passing moments. Naina' heart is sinking...

She had left the house in wee hours. It was just twilight when she barged out of house without telling anyone or anything. She was disturbed...somewhere feeling bad...very bad because she could not digrst the fact he still understood her another stranger. The stranger who is sharing his house..like another paying guest but who has no right on anything. Saira is his daughter. This is his house. Everything is his...and she...she is just for time being.

Had not he made it clear first day she was just for namesake! The relation has no meaning. He has nothing for her...

She cries. How can this man be best friend of her bhaiya?

And why the hell her own brother suggested her to marry him? Out of all people he chose him! The one with no emotions..

She tries to stand but soon stumbles. The effect of cold is severe on her feet. She has been sitting with her feet in ice cold water of Jhelam...for hours.

She cries in agitation. She wants to move away from this cold...She hates cold. This whole area has nothing to offer her except cold. She doesn't want cold anymore. She is fed up of cold and isolation.

First her parents then naveen bhaiya....

She deserves some warmth...

She looks at her feet..they are turning blue slowly slowly...and the day too is passing. Soon it'll be dark enough. She will be left alone with her luggage in this place. Near a river...on a stone...

She is afraid of darks.

She wants to go from the place. She cant call anyone. Her phone is dead..

Suddenly she is feeling so helpless!

Her mind is drifting  to all kind of bad thoughts. She is feeling frightened.

She should not have left the house at first place.

He is her husband and that gives her equal right on that property!

Infact he cant take away anything from her..Its her legal right. She is his legally wedded wife. Saira may be his daughter..but she too has a right on her. And no one can take that away from her..

She wants to go back..to that house. Whatever the circumstances are...She belongs there.

She is not Naina Singh ahaluwalia anymore.

She is now Naina Naushad Rizwi.

Her eyes are red. She wipes them. He is cold and rude..but little Saira has nothing to do with it. Naina has started adoring her. She is cute..she reminds Naina of herself.

Without mom it is not easy to manage! She has been through that phase..

But because of Naushad' bitterness and idiotic behaviour...She left the angel to suffer.

Saira deserves love...She wants to love Saira. The way Naveen had tried to give her her happiness...She wants to do with Saira. That poor baby  nothing to do with wrongs of life..and their outcomes. As a human Naina has heart which has begun beating...seeing that cuteness, hearing her giggles, feeling her tiny soft palms..

She desperately wants to see Saira. She was not back from hospital when she left the house. She wants to check upon her. She wants to apologise her...She wants to see her giggling once again..

But her feet is in no state of moving.

One haste of attempt...And see where she has landed herself!

She closes her eyes in frustration.

Suddenly she feels set of arms scooping her. She is about to scream....

'Hum aapko wapas le jaane aaye he.'

That voice..She feels like slapping the person.

NevertheLess she nods as she is not in mood to argue with him..

He takes her to his jeep..Her head was on his chest..feeling his warmth..

She wondered which kind of cologne he uses! This is so sweet aroma.

He settles her in front seat and wraps the shawl around her. He had brought shawl with him. She wants to throw the shawl with him.

He has not apologised yet!

He leaves for her luggage. Soon he comes back and puts it in back.

Without stating another word he starts the jeep..and she is outraged..on the speed as well as on him. This man has not etiquette.

He doesn't know how to treat women!

Then he claims to be married before once!

No wonder his wife left him. The way he behaves rudely with women citing them being cheat and dishonest, He barely can adjust with woman.

Wind is blowing fast. She begins shivering. She is sure he has heard her moaning. She clutches herself together....and tried to wrap that shawl tightly..around her.

Suddenly He has slowed down...

Whole time he is focused on the road..while Naina in her mind is strangling him..with this very shawl.

Soon they reached his house. Before she can even unwrap the shawl, he with lightening speed has come to her and picked up in his arms..once again.

She wants to protest..but looking at his monotonous expression and long face she does nothing but scowls.

This man needs lessons..

He is taking her inside. Its already dark. He is not able to switch on lights. Only night bulbs are on. The path of alley to drawing room is not so bright. He stumbles..and about to drop her. But he manages. Though she has hit her head with wall..

'Wo..andhera he. Aage se left par switch he. Aap usko on kar dijiye...Please.'

She switches on the light when he brings her closer to wall. Whole room is lit. And she can now clearly see him.

Dr. Naushad Rizwi.

This man has surely a face.

She is drooling over him unknown to herself..

And she never registers when she was brought to his room..on his bed.

He puts her gently and leaves at once. Within moment he is back with kehwa and new set of warm clothes.

'Change kar lo..warna thand lag jaayegi. Tabiyat bigad jaayegi. Hum abhi aag jala dete he...Aap waha baith jayiyega..Aapko behtar lagega.'

Before she can even reply, he is disappeared. Now she is frustrated..with him. Even more..

She somehow manages to change. With immobile feet she is not able to change properly..Hence the clothes he has brought, she could wear only half of them. Bit kegwa is really tasty. She feels better..

When he returns woth her luggage, she is still half draped in woolen clothes...

'Wo waki me pahan nahi sakti..my feet cant move..'

She discloses when she feels his questioning gaze on her.

Without saying anything he begins with half of them...Though the clothes are not inner ones but still she feels shy.

He wraps thw shawl around her tighter..and picks her up again..to bring her close to fire place..

'Wo..Wo saira kaisi he?' She asks about her angel. For long time she is willing to ask but looking at his demenear she couldnt.

'Acchi he. Abhi aram kar rhi he.'

She humns in response.  Soon she is in front of fire. He then kneels down and pulls her foot on his knee.

She abruptly pulls it back.

'Ye..ye aap kya kar rahe ho? You cant touch my feet!'

But he ignores her and begins massaging it..soon she gives up. It is becoming better. Warmth of fire and his hands have provided her feet bit mobility. She feels better...

Before she realises, she is fast asleep....

....with a thought in mind...

....he has not still apologised!