Sparsh (An SS)--- Part XIV (Pg 130) - Page 22

Posted: 11 years ago



@Prasadini: Aww thanks pal...And that colorful butterfly...it is so, so, so  right for today...We Bengalis think butterflies are messengers of love...and today being my Anniversary, you couldn't have gifted me anything better... ❤️.🤗 [/QUOTE]



Oh !!! dear  indu,

Your anniversary on 4th of dec.
WOW!!!

This is for you
though belated
It's never late hai na 😆

happy anniversary flintstones


I hope you have enjoyed your day
Being a bengali  myself , we all know butterfly is so auspicious in our culture😆
tumi khub bahlo lekho 
wait korchi next update tey  jonney
bhalo theko 🤗


ADITI

Posted: 11 years ago
@gcluv: Thank you so much. 🤗Though yours is the response I expect in the initial pages as you are normally so prompt, I certainly do not mind you delaying it for the reason you have given. That's such a huge support. So take your time...I certainly don't mind.

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Next time promise korche prompt reply debo 😆
Edited by gcluv - 11 years ago
Posted: 11 years ago
Great story... It's beautiful.. Continue soon ya! 😉
Posted: 11 years ago
Originally posted by gcluv







happy anniversary flintstones


I hope you have enjoyed your day
Being a bengali  myself , we all know butterfly is so auspicious in our culture😆
tumi khub bahlo lekho 
wait korchi next update tey  jonney
bhalo theko 🤗


ADITI




@Aditi: Wow...I know your name now...Thank you so much for the beautiful wishes.🤗 The Happy day was yesterday (5th)...and yes I had a lovely time.

Ah...so you are a "bangali" too...small world!😃
Bhalo...mondo...jaani na re. Jaa moner bhetor theke aashe tai likhe di...😳


Posted: 11 years ago
my comments on page 26 where I reserved it, for it😆 Edited by AngelDark - 11 years ago
Posted: 11 years ago
@Angel: Thanks. Oh... Mishti never went away from his thoughts...she entered once...six years back...and stayed there. He still feels her presence in this world...

Well...if winter is here, can spring be far behind????😃


@IsYaRoCHer: Thank you. Will update this weekend. 😃

Posted: 11 years ago

Sparsh

 

My life changed forever ,
Just because you loved me
For a moment in time.
And because I choose
To love you
For the rest of mine.

 

 Part V

 

 


 

"What's her name?"

"What?...Whose?"

(They were having dinner, and Prateek was engrossed in a text communication with his fiance. Babuji and ma had retired for the night.)

"Will you let go of the phone for a few minutes, Chote? I am asking you something. The name…of the wedding planner."

"Vinny Mehra, bhaiya….you already know that."

"No, no…not her. The other one…the one who was supposed to call."

"Oh, her…..It's Mrs D."

"That's not a name. Doesn't she have a proper name?"

"Hmmm, good question, bhaiya…."

"(Through clinched teeth) I am waiting, Chote!!"

"Huh….Oh…you want to know her complete name. I…err…don't know. Her secretary introduced her thus, and well, since we met for such a short while, I didn't bother. I just gave her our numbers and asked her to call on any one phone and take my name. But if you want I'll call Pari and…."

"No, no…it's OK. Do you have her number? I'll pass it onto Ravi and he can then coordinate the Farm house visit with her. Goodnight, Chote!"   

Yash peeked into Palak's room and found her fast asleep clutching her teddy. He sat down beside her for awhile, looking at her cherubic face and trying to seek the peace that was gone with that call. He abruptly got up and went to his room. After changing into his night clothes, he sat with the phone, contemplating whether he should. The number Chote gave was the same from where that call had come. What if he was wrong? What if the emotions of the day were playing tricks with his senses? Why is he hoping for the impossible? But he only had to close his eyes and remember that audible gasp and that sucking in of breath over the phone…Those were her sounds….sounds that he had always associated with her whenever the nurse opened his bandages for dressing. Try as she might she could never be strong at that precise moment…Those sounds were etched in his memories.

He made up his mind and pressed the button on the number flashing at him...

"Hello!!"

(A man….a senior man….This was a mistake!)

"Good evening, Sir! This is Yash Scindia here. May I speak with..err..Mrs D?"

"She can't come on the phone, Mr Scindia…Actually she is putting my grandson to sleep. Is this urgent? Then I'll go call her."

"No, no….it's OK. Please let her know that Ravi, my senior manager, will call her regarding the Farm house visit. Goodnight, Sir!"

 

This was indeed a mistake….Mrs D was a senior lady. Yet….why? He had never made such a gross blunder in the last six years….then why today? And the gentleman's voice? He was sure he had heard it before!!

"Mishti…What's happening to me? I seem to sense you everywhere today...Help me love."

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He kept the phone down and looked at her. Tears streamed down her face.

"You were right, beta….he called. Both of you have such a strong connection, then why are you torturing yourself like this, Mishti?"

"Aarti…babuji. Mishti is dead, remember? We agreed that long back. This is Aarti standing before you…Aarti Y. Dubey, your bahu…Ansh's mother. This is my identity now."

"I am sorry beta……hearing his voice brought back all those memories."

"I know….but this is the time to be strong. I need your help with this, babuji….I can't do this alone. Yashji should never know I am alive. He moved on in life and is settled now. I cannot upset his family life. The day we shifted to Bhopal three months back, because of Vinny Ma'am's insistence that I take charge of the Bhopal branch, I knew our paths might cross….that's why it is imperative that the illusion that Di survived and Mishti died stays alive. Sometimes I feel God ordained us to have same names….it was not a divine accident that I believed when I was growing up but God's own will…..so that I ultimately fulfill the responsibilities Di had to leave and go….(smiling through wet lashes). Come babuji, I'll give you the medicines and help you to bed.…we have an early appointment with the physiotherapist and then I have to call Mr Ravi."

A year and a half back babuji had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed waist below. He was getting better but the recovery was very slow. He still couldn't walk on his own.

Back in her room, Mishti did what she did every night: listen to his voice….

"Your face is what I want to see when I open my eyes….so don't go missing on me. And don't make me wait, Mishti."

Memories of that fateful day came rushing back as she whispered the apology that had become part of her daily prayers…"Please forgive me, Yashji…for not keeping my promise."

 

She was sailing through waves of emotions in anticipation of meeting him that day….at peace but anxious, eager but shy, somewhat queasy, a lot nervous, flutteringly impatient, and oh so happy. She had turned her cupboard upside down in trying to select the right dress for the momentous occasion….In the end she had selected a lemon yellow churidaar suit and kept her long hair open…she knew he would like that. He always felt her hair when she was close to him, holding them lightly between his long fingers…and the feeling was something beyond anything she had ever known. She looked at herself in the mirror and shivered in delight as she imagined his eyes full of love fall on her at last. She had left by the back gate and had almost reached the hospital when the phone rang. Parking her scooty by the side, she saw it was babuji's call.

After that things were a blur. Babuji was incoherent and crying, when Commisioner Roy had come on the line.

"Mishti…this is Commissioner Roy here…..listen to what I say carefully."

She instinctively knew something bad had occurred.

"Uncle? Oh my God…Di…jiju…what's wrong? Tell me please."

"Mishti, there's a police jeep right behind you. Get on it. I have instructed the constable to get you here immediately…Do not, I repeat, do not call anyone or take any calls after this. You will know everything when you come here…. No Mishti, no questions now."

She had no memories of the ride. They had taken her to a hospital, which was brimming with police, and rushed into a room from the back door. Babuji, Chandan uncle, Auntyji were already there. Ansh was with Auntyji. Roy had then broken the news to her. She had gone into a shock and become numb. It was only when she heard Ansh cry that she had reacted; jumping up and almost snatching Ansh from Auntyji's lap she clutched him to her. He had immediately become quiet and gone off to sleep in her arms. Roy told her that they were suspecting Prashant's hired hitmen behind the gruesome double murder. Aarti was still alive when they brought her in. She had made the call to babuji from the car after the shooting. She kept saying it was Prashant and that Mishti should be saved from him…till she breathed her last. Since the hospital and the media that had arrived knew that the dead woman's name was Aarti Sharma Dubey, Roy cooked up the ruse and switched identities on paper and leaked out that the daughter of Satyendra Dubey, Mishti,  had died. They had nothing against Prashant because he was at the Shiv mandir when the incident happened. He had ensured that people saw him there, waiting for his bride. He had the perfect alibi for the moment. The police's only hope were the hitmen. But till they were apprehended, Mishti's life and anyone associated with her was in danger. Prashant thought Mishti was dead; he was not to get even a hint of the switchover. So the same night after the cremation, Roy had sent babuji, Mishti, and Ansh to Indore by road with a police escort, saying, "I'll pass the information that because of the tragedy Aman's wife was too distraught and had to be taken away to recuperate….and that it's unclear where they went." Mishti had wanted to call Yash, but Roy stopped her, "You will put his life too in jeopardy if you do that. If he knows you are alive, he might try to help you…and that itself will be dangerous. I promise we'll let you know as soon as we nab the culprits….and then you can get your life back. Your father here will call him and let him know." She had then told babuji what to say to Yashji…to tell him to return to his family at the earliest. She would not be at peace till she knew for sure that Yashji was back safe with his family.

In Indore, they had put up at Aman's buaji's house, who lived by herself. Vinni Mehra was buaji's friend's daughter. She offered Mishti a job when she came to know that she was a widow and a fine arts student. She herself trained Mishti and found her to be a diligent and fast learner. About six months later they got the call they so waited for…that the culprits were nabbed and jailed. Mishti had ran up to her room. Her hand shook when she took out her phone….her heart beating crazily. The call went unattended the first time. She dialed again, and this time it was answered.

"Hello!!" (A lady's voice)

"Hello!! I…May I speak with Yashj…I mean Mr Yash Scindia?"

"He is in the washroom. May I know who…..(There was a sound and the lady's loud "Ouch" was heard…but what stunned her next was his voice…)"

"Arpita, can't you be careful? You need to watch where you are going….I don't want you or the baby coming to any harm…OK? Is someone on the phone?"

"Right, papa (giggle)…Oh! This is your call…."

But all he heard was a dial tone.

Mishti sat down slowly…staring at the phone. He had moved on. He was married and was going to become a father. She smiled through the cascading tears…"He'll be a great father."

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 "Palak….Palak….come here sweetheart. Finish your milk. There….that's like my good girl. Now go and get your bag….Nana/nani are waiting for you."

"Yay….I am going to Magic World….you know, papa…Anch will also come with us. His mumma is going somewhere…and his dadu is sick…and…you don't know, Anch? I told you, papa…he is my new best friend. He lives next to nanu's house…and is in my school…and he shouted at that nasty Shivam when he tried to snatch my tiffin…and he has a nice mumma. Papa, you are going to get me a mumma, na….I know…I heard…Let's go…I am getting late…."

"Whoa!! Stop right there, young lady. What was all that about? The mumma part…?"

"I heard dadaji tell nanu that they have found a mumma for me…and that she will come when Pari chachi comes….Papa (suddenly serious) will she be as nice as Anch's mumma?"

"Hmmm….!!!"

Yash was very upset. Of late, Babuji and ma had become very insistent regarding his marriage. They wanted him to get married on the same day as Prateek….With Prateek's marriage only about six weeks away, it seems they still hadn't given up on looking for a girl for him. They just refused to listen to his wishes on the matter. According to them, he may not need a wife, but Palak needed a mother. And that was that.

"Pranam baba…pranam maaji!! I hope she doesn't trouble you. Palak….be a good girl, OK? Bye….Come home soon."

She pranced off with her grandparents after giving him a tight hug and kiss. He turned to his father who kept a photograph on the table in front of him.

"Take a look….You have a week to give me your answer. After a week we are going to see the girl."

"Babuji…please listen to me."

"No, Yash…we have had enough arguments on the matter. Your ma and I know what we are doing. If you have anyone in your mind, let me know…otherwise we are going to go ahead with this alliance. This matter is not subject to debate anymore."

With that babuji walked away. Yash was thoroughly frustrated…How in the world can he make them understand? He did what he always did under such circumstances….closing his eyes, he whispered, "Mishti, help me…." Just then his phone rang. It was Ravi. His wife was in labor…a couple of weeks early, and he was on his way to the hospital. Yash could sense the agitation.

"It's OK, Ravi….You tend to your wife, and don't forget to give me the good news when he or she arrives. All the best! What?...Oh…Don't worry about her. I am going to the Farm house any way…I'll give her a ride."

 

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Yash walked up to the Reception of the VM offices.

"Excuse me… I am Yash Scindia. I am here to take Mrs D to Scindia Villa."

"Good morning, Sir! Please wait in the lounge, I'll call…oh, there she is."

Yash turned to look at the direction…and stood rooted to the spot. This was no senior lady….This was a vision in yellow….a very beautiful young woman…long hair…large, soulful eyes…but why is she looking at him like that? As if she knows who he is...As if she is scared….As if she will turn away any moment and walk away from him. And why did that bother him so? In a matter of seconds, a gamut of emotions ran through him.

He walked toward her…extending his hand…..

 


To be continued...
Edited by InduG64 - 11 years ago
Posted: 11 years ago
Wow   ... beautiful update waiting for the next part yash extending his hands towards his mishti ... i am fainting thinking about it . but mishti would she respond to it... when yash feels her sparsh what  would he feel ... and   that easily  you wont let him touch his mishti.😆
❤️🤗😊👍🏼👏⭐️  Insha Allah waiting for next part an emotional gentle romance update from you. 😳😎
Posted: 11 years ago
@Indu: Mazzaa aagaya !!!!

Oh what a cruel hand fate has played haan.
Yash lost Aarti because Prashanth interference
then Aarti lost Yash as he had Arpita in his life.
Now thankfully they will have their time together as they were meant to.

One doubt culprits were nabbed ???
Matalab the hitmen or Prashanth ???

One more doubt how good a husband was Yash if he is still thinking of Mishti and not Arpita???
I really want to believe Arpi did not get a raw deal with Yash.

So there wont be a hand shake just as yet right. She will do namaste.

Eargerly awaiting the next installment.


Edited by Deepti1808 - 11 years ago

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