| | APART YET TOGETHER | |
PART - 2
-: Writer :-
Pritesh B. Thaker
thaker.prit127@gmail.com
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DEDICATED
My friends Manthan and Vivek who always encouraged and supported me for writing. They are always there to read every single page I write, they are my first reader and will always be.
And to Nivarozin Rajkumar (Niva aunty) who knows me only through facebook and yet without her it was quiet impossible to get this published….
AUTHOR INFO
-: NAME :-
Pritesh B. Thaker
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8866663754
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INDEX
Part 7: ||the real Harsh||
Part 8: ||let's party tonight||
Part 9: ||dady's problem||
Part 10: ||furious father||
Part 11: ||and everything went away||
Part -12 ||harsh's state of mind||
Part 7:
||the real Harsh||
"Neha i want to tell you something...' Harsh said taking support of wall behind the bed having his knees bent and crossed.
"yes, I am listening..." she replied getting on his lap, Harsh wrapped her waist with his left hand and put his right hand on her knees turning her around, Neha put her hand around his neck and said "say Harsh I am here, listening..."
"you know Neha, people think of me as a stud, playboy etc. etc. and they think I am happy to have these tags on me..."
"hmm..." she nodded as she was paying attention.
"but somewhere inside I am all shattered, torn apart..." he said looking down.
"aww..." she whispered caressing his hairs.
"I was 10 when my father passed away and my whole family..." he said looking up into her eyes. She got out of his lap and held his hands whispering "hey...!"
"Every night he was with a new woman as being a so called king, I didn't even know who my mother was among them..."
"I understand harsh..." she said clutching his face with her hands.
"Being a prince I felt damn special sometimes, but at nights when i was all alone, i always wanted to cry but i never did because no one was there to wipe my tears..." he said holding both of her hands tightly
"But now I am here with you..." she said making him look into her eyes.
"I started finding the love, I craved for my life in those girls, I cared for them, gave my best, they lived on my money, these luxuries but what i always offered was their naked body while I was craving for love, for care and a shoulder to cry putting my head over but i never got that." tears were constantly rolling down from his eyes and she was wiping them but he continued "Gujarat riots, i was just 10 when my father jumped into that, Muslims and Hindus were killing each other, people were burning alive, one day it came to my house too, I was hidden in a cupboard seeing my family getting killed in front of my eyes but I didn't cry because no one was there to wipe my tears, somehow Das chacha managed to survive and took me here in mumbai and brought me up, all i left with was bunch of bank accounts, a lot of cash and properties which could never buy me love..." his eyes were looking like a water fall, he started crying badly, the tears he was holding back for years were now getting out. He rested his head over her chest, she took him in her arms and started rubbing his back, she let him cry as it was needed for him to cry out the pain he was holding for years. After a while she said "hey! Look..." she made him look into his eyes lifting his chin up.
"yes..." he said wiping his tears.
"I love you, and i promise I'll never leave you, I'll give you the love you have craved for your life, no matter what I'll stand by you..." she said kissing his forehead.
"Will you?" he asked.
"umm... Stand up..." she said getting up from the bed.
"Why?" he asked confusingly.
"areeyy stand up na..." she said grabbing his hand and getting him out of bed.
"okay I am standing. now say..." he said getting out of the bed.
And all of sudden she got onto her knees took a flower from the pot on the dressing table.
"harsh..." she said.
"hey what are you doing?" harsh asked.
"will you marry me?" she asked offering him the flower.
"are you... Are you serious neha?" he was still amazed.
"yes, would you like to spend rest of your life with me?" she said getting up.
Taking the flower from her hand all he could say was "yes..." putting his face over her, that they could inhale each other’s' breaths...
Tears were rolling down from both of their eyes and with a great smile at the same time. They smiled and laughed and kissed and hugged each other again and again. Dreams were coming true; the first rays of the sun were falling on surface of the earth and at the same time raise of their love were falling on surface of their heart.
Finally he found his love, emptiness of his heart was no more there now everything seemed like a fairy tell...
But wait, is life that easy? Probably not...
Part 8:
||let's party tonight||
Harsh was almost okay now. They tried to spend as much time as they could together, though he was not yet allowed play on guitar. Dev used to come there frequently to spend some time with them. One day they told Dev about their relation and he got damn much excited.
"Hey! I am coming over there you loafers..." he said over the phone.
After a while all of three were there, sitting on couch, having soft drinks and some snacks while listening to loud music.
"so what about party?" Dev asked turning of the music player.
"Party...?" Harsh and Neha both asked together and then giggled.
"of course yar party toh banti he..." dev said jumping a little from on the couch.
"ask him..." neha said getting on Harsh's lap.
"okay, this Monday, on your birthday, at your place, my party..." Harsh said getting agreed.
"okay, sure done..." Dev said giving him a hi-five and harsh kissed her on cheek.
dev invited a lot of people to the party, Neha decorated the party place around the swimming pool as it was their reception and all harsh did was giving the expenses.
It was 8 pm when everyone gathered around the round table, a servant brought a huge cake written "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEV AND A NEW LIFE TO HARSH AND NEHA... "
Everyone sang the happy birthday song and then cut the cake with a loud applause, everyone congratulated them. Smile on their faces was not disappearing for a single second.
"How deep is it?" Neha asked going near the pool.
"Go and check your self..." Dev answered.
"I can't swim..." Neha said lifting her shoulders a little.
"Then go and learn..." Harsh said pushing him into the water. Everyone burst into laughter and then most of them jumped into the pool, they were at the fullest, sprinkling water on each other, dancing and laughing, a perfect party it was.
It was nearly 11:30 when Dev got full drunk and was yelling "NEHA LOVES HARSH, HARSH LOVES NEHA AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME... YEY!!!" he threw bottle of rum on the floor and broke it, he was dancing without any music on his self-composed song "NEHA LOVES HARSH, HARSH LOVES NEHA AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME... YEY!!!" they had to call off the party then. Somehow harsh managed to get him to bed and to make him sleep. It was common for harsh after every party they did together.
It was too late that Neha decided to stay at Harsh's home. Sitting on the sofa, all wet she said "Hey! When it will be your birthday we will throw a grand party, after all you are a prince behave like one..."
"Really?" he asked getting his legs up on the sofa.
"yeah, of course why not?" she asked.
"Because i don't know when it is..." he said with a little disappointment.
"What?" she asked being surprised.
"They never told me." he answered.
"Then let's celebrated it today..." Neha said getting up from the sofa.
"we are just back from a party and all wet are you crazy?" harsh asked getting amazed.
"Yes i am, just wait and watch..." she answered an went to refrigerator, took a bun, dig a hole in it, spread jam all over it, put a candle in it and switching of the light she lit the candle. Harsh was just amazed with her love, her care, he enjoyed every moment of being with her. they cut the cake, split it to half and ate it...
"Dance...?" she asked turning on some smooth, melodious music.
"HAHA.... you are mad..." Harsh said.
"Yes i am now get up baba..." she said dragging him towards her.
They danced in that dim light, making very small moves, then Neha rested her head over his chest and he wrapped her in his arms. now they were just moving a very little steps, hugging each other. He lifted her face holding it from chin the distance between their lips disappeared; he gave him a gentle, smooth romantic kiss which later turned into a passionate one. He pushed her on the sofa and got over her, took strip of her one piece down to her shoulder and kissed there; expressions on her face were showing the immense love she was feeling from him. They stripped each other’s cloths and made love in that silence of night with melodious background music, they became one that night, their soul dissolved in each other, they were no more two different souls now, they were one, nothing could apart them, like the sun and the light, like the flower and the fragrance, like the sky and the clouds, like the rainbow and the colors, like Neha and Harsh. They were one, like they were completing each other.....
Part 9:
||dady's problem||
Harsh was sitting in the living room, watching his favorite show on his extra-large television when doorbell rang. He muted the t.v. and throwing the remote on sofa he went to open the door, doorbell was constantly ringing while he was walking towards the door hence he got irritated with this and shouted "easy... I am coming there..." he literally ran to the door and opened it as quickly as he could. It was Neha, a gentle smile came on his face looking at her, he gave a hug to her and asked "hey baby! What's up?" Neha didn't hug him back and went in without paying attention to him. He was surprised with this behavior of her. He closed the door with a slam and gave her a tight hug rushing to her from back and asked, "hey, angel what's wrong?" he loved to call her with different names.
"Please Harsh..." she said raising her eyebrows and getting rid of his hold.
"Okay, first sit down and tell me what happened to my shehzadi..." while he was saying this she already had sat on the sofa, throwing her purse away. She was sounding low.
Realizing her mood he came closer to her and sat on the floor facing her, resting his hands on her knees and waited for her to speak.
"I am sorry for this..." she said holding his hands.
"Ahh... Forget it and tell me what that is bothering you?" he said and kissed on her hands.
She took a sigh of relief finding that harsh was paying attention.
"Harsh are you serious about this relation?" she asked looking directly into his eyes. Her eyes were clearly saying that something was bothering her too much.
"Of course, I am why are you asking?" harsh said making his grip tighter on her hands.
"We need to get marry then..." she said after a break and sighed.
"Of course, we will..." Harsh said as he was trying to make her trust on him.
"No, I can't wait... You are not getting me..." she said putting her hand on her forehead and looking away.
"Hey...! First of all tell me what happened?" he said putting his hand on her side face.
"My dad..." she said giving him a disappointed look.
"What happened to your dad...?" he asked sounding worried a bit.
"Nothing... he was showing me some photos of boys and you know all that..." she said giving a 'what the hell' expression to him moving her hands in air.
"Ohh! Now I got it..." he said sitting beside her on the sofa and then asked "why don't you tell him about us?"
"It's not that easy harsh..." she said giving him a 'you won't understand' look.
"and why so?" he asked turning her around, avoiding her strange looks.
"because, because I am girl..."She said getting tensed.
"That doesn't make any sense..." he said ignoring her 'being a girl' logic.
"You don't know anything about my family..." she tried to make him understand.
"then let me know..." he was still trying to figure out what she actually wanted to say.
"look, my mother passed away just after giving me birth and..." she said and a deep silence covered the atmosphere, Harsh switched off the t.v. and she continued after having a little break, "My dad played both the roles of a mother and a father in my life moreover, it's hard to explain them about these love things and all and I can't go against him..." she said giving him a questioning look.
"And you don't have to go against your dad..." he said holding her from her shoulders.
"Neither I can live without you..."tears were just on the corner of her eyes trying to make its way through while she was saying this.
"That won't happen too..." he said trying to make her relax.
"but how?" she asked looking at him.
"because a jyotishi told me that i will live for 110 years and if your dad denies then i'll die..." he was going to complete the sentence but she stopped him by pressing her hand over his lips giving him an innocent look and said "hey... Don't say that, I love you..." he kissed her hands and suddenly she took it back, it made her smile.
"awww... See how beautiful your lips look when you smile let me kiss them, let me... Let me... Let me..." harsh tried to get over her and kiss her but she pushed him back and both started laughing.
"come here my twity..." harsh said spreading his arms and she loosed herself in those strong, caring and protective arms. He gave her a tight hug taking her in his arms, making her feel safe.
"Everything will be fine..." he said closing his eyes getting some relief.
"I know, because you are with me..." she said making her grip tighter on him assuring herself that he was with her.
"Yes, I am... Forever..." he whispered.
Well, why Neha was so worried about her dad? Is he the hammer of fate in their story? If yes, then it is not fair...
Part 10:
||furious father||
It was nearly 4 pm when Neha got back to home after meeting Harsh. Her sister Nishi opened the door and hugging her Neha said "Hey! Nakchadi what's up?"
"Nothing is up everything is down..." she said in low voice making pout face.
"kyu? What happened?" Neha asked being careless, spitting out her chewing gum in dustbin.
"Daduu... Pata nai aaj subha se..." Nishi said indicating her finger at her dad who was reading newspaper, holding it with both hands and sitting on a relaxing chair crossing his legs.
"Just leave it on me, don't worry" Neha said and winked at her while Nishi showed her tongue...
Neha went behind her dad's chair without making any noise and hugged him, giving a kiss on his cheek she said "Hey daduu! Kya padh rahe ho...?" her dad didn't respond and put the newspaper on the table, stood up and asked looking into her eyes, "where were you till now? Your college time gets over at 1 and its already 4 now..." he was looking furious.
"Chill dad I went to meet a friend..." she said recognizing her dad's anger, holding him from the shoulders as she knew how to calm down him. Her dad gazed at her for a while and slapped her right on the face, she fell on the floor. Seeing this Nishi rushed there. This was the first time when their dad slapped her, he never even yelled at them. Nishi went near her and started caressing her head, giving her a forehead kiss and yelled at her father "what are you doing dadu?"
"You better stay out of this" her dad shouted back pointing finger at her, giving a furious look, pressing his both the lips together in anger and warning her to keep quite.
"But..." she was going to say something but Neha stopped her as she knew probably something terrible had taken place and said "Go to your room Nishi..." but she refused to go and tried to speak again "but diii..." Neha looked at her and yelled "just go..."
Nishi didn't want to move a single step from there but she had to. She went in her room and closed the door with a big slam showing her anger. Tears started rolling down from Neha's eyes and she started sobbing, she looked at her father's chest moving up and down with every deep inhaling and exhaling, it showed how angry and furious he was.
"what's wrong with you dad?" she asked while sobbing with a 'sorry' look on her face though she didn't know yet what was her mistake.
"this is what you do behind my back?" her father asked moving his hands with anger in air.
"but what did i do?" she asked stretching her voice as much as she could as she was sobbing at that much extent it was hard for her to speak.
"now do i have to tell you who is harsh?" her dad said giving her a 'oh! How innocent you are' look.
"who... Who told you that?" she asked getting stunned with this question, her eyes got wide though she knew one day she would have to face that question but not this early.
"one of your friend called me and said that my daughter is getting laid with a play boy..." he said as his anger was increasing every moment, Neha never faced this avatar of her dad before, not even in her worst nightmares.
"dad, you are talking about your daughter..." she yelled slapping the floor.
"ohh! Please, don't call me your father..." he said looking away like she didn't belong to him anymore.
"dad, I love him..." she said and started sobbing again like she was asking for some mercy to her own father.
"oh! Don't say that just go to your room..." her dad said pointing his finger at the room.
"but dad, listen..." she was trying to explain but her dad didn't seem in mood to hear, he yelled at her "not a single word Neha or i will cross my limits don't make me do that..." realizing helplessness of the situation she started walking to the room.
"and yes forget about that boy..." her father said while she was entering the room, she nodded and went in.
She threw herself on the bed and put a cushion over her head and started crying badly when Nishi put her hand on Neha's shoulder and said " hey! Dii everything will be alright, just don't cry..." Neha got up and hugged her resting her chin over her shoulder, her body temperature got damn high because of crying and she couldn't even breath properly while sobbing yet she was whispering his name. Nishi was constantly rubbing her back; she didn't know what to do. Somehow she made her sleep. She too wanted to cry but couldn't see her sister in this kind of situation.
Is this really happening? Is this the end of their story? Who told Neha's father about Harsh? And why? Will her father agree to this relation? What will Nishi do in this conflict between her father and sister? And what about Harsh? Well, let's see...
Part 11:
||and everything went away||
Dev went near to door and rang the bell but for a while no one came to open the door after a bit much long Das chacha came and opened the door.
"where's harsh?"Dev asked even before getting in.
Harsh was like in coma, he wasn't talking to anyone and didn't even get out of his room since five days, since the day Neha couldn't talk to him. All kind of bad ideas had surrounded his mind and as Das chacha said he wasn't eating and was only on juice since five days and was consuming a lot of alcohol.
As Dev entered the room, he saw him sitting on the floor, covering his body with a shawl and was smocking, all he could see in harsh's room was empty bottles of alcohol, smoked up cigarettes and it's packets laying here and there.
"hey buddy! What's up?" Harsh asked seeing Dev and lit one more cigarettes. he stood up but couldn't even stand on his feet. Dev gave him support and helped him to sit on the bed.
"what is this all harsh?" Dev asked seizing cigarette from his hand and threw it away.
"can't you see? I am broken, torn apart..." harsh said moving his hands in air and threw his self on the bed on his back.
"get up harsh and see yourself, your room, what you have done to it..." Dev said shaking him as he was trying to make him conscious of what he was on to.
"she ditched me dev... She ditched me..." harsh said and went on crying, hugging Dev, he put his hand on harsh's back and said "I know, just forget about it..."
"how can I..." harsh was going to say something but his phone rang and finding it in the mess he created in his room he picked it up.
"hello, who's there?" he asked.
"Nishi, I am Neha's sister." voice came from the other side.
"hey! Hey! Where is she? Why is she not picking up her phone? Is she okay?" hearing her name helped him to get a little conscious from hangover and he got up on his feet without any support. There was a strange silence on the phone for a while; he waited for someone to speak with hope of something good and fear of something worst.
"4 pm at CCD, today." she said and cut the phone before harsh could answer.
"hey! Dev i have to move..." he said and went into washroom to take a bath.
"but where?" Dev asked being confused.
"I'll tell you later..." and he closed the door with a slam. Dev didn't question much as it was good for him to go out.
At 3:45 he was sitting in CCD waiting for her to come. A girl opened the door and looked inside like she was finding someone, looking at her Dev got it that it was her. Her face was looking tensed and her forehead lines were stretched. He waved his hand at her and called her.
She sat in front of her sister's boyfriend and asked "who called my dad?" she didn't seem in mood of doing any formality before asking.
"what?" harsh was confused with her question and behavior and wasn't fully aware because of drinking and smoking, he lit one more cigarette.
"someone called him and told about you, don't you know?" she was speaking each word in hurry. Now, harsh got what she was asking.
"oh! It was me, why?" he answered and inhaled the smoke like it was giving him strength to survive.
"what? You bloody piece of jerk, you know what disaster you have done?" suddenly Nishi got angry and slapped the table, stood up with a thud to the floor with his right leg, apparently now they were center of the attention of all people around there.
"well, if i would have been in your place, i wouldn't smoke in front of my girlfriend's sister..." she said and walked from there.
"hey! Listen I love her and that is why i called..." he yelled getting up and chased her, finally at the door when he got her he held her hand and turned her around.
"WHAT?" she asked starring at her with anger.
"I love her..." that was all he could say looking in her eyes.
"if you really do, then just get lost from her life, because we have got a family unlike you..." she said and got rid of his hold pushing him back.
Harsh was looking at her back when she was going away, it seemed like she took away his life, his love, his only reason to breath, his Neha with her and all he could do was seeing whatever he had going away from him...
Part -12
||harsh's state of mind||
Harsh opened the door of CCD and started walking from there, till now Nishi was disappeared in crowd just like his dreams. He started walking on the road, it seemed like he had become deaf, a car was running towards him constantly blowing horn and he didn’t seem to listen a single one of it, the driver tried to step on the break but he ended up hitting Harsh and he fell one the road though the car was at low pace that it didn't hurt him much, but her elbow started blooding, his white shirt started getting red color. He was unaware of all the things, the driver yelled " You bloody drunken get off the road ... " but he didn't care instead he nodded at him and smile, some people around there were shooting video of him his life was all shattered, surrounded with storms and it seemed entertaining to jerks of our society. He kept on walking deaf to surroundings. He didn't even know where he was going, He was directionless just like his life one by one every possibility of finding love in his life seemed to be impossible, his skin started getting dried, there was a strange smile on his face maybe he was giving smile to his fate or maybe to the jerks who were shooting video, with his every step a moment he passed with Neha was passing through his mind, he was in dilemma either he could lead a life all shattered and messed up or he could just jump in traffic and commit suicide, he saw a bar nearby and unconsciously went in, sat on a table and ordered drinks, his life was all gifted to alcohol now. It was two hours when ho completed three bottles of vodka and finally did vomit on his table and his cloths, seeing his situation bar tender came with bill, he took the bill and put hand in his pocket but couldn't find his wallet, smiled a little and said "paise toh... nai he..." hearing this the manager got mad and ordered his bouncers to do what was their job, they took him outside the bar and beat him up like an animal but he was still smiling, physical wounds didn't seem to hurt him, his mind was frozen, maybe he didn't even know who he was, finally the bouncers ended up throwing him in a huge dustbin, totally unaware of where he was, he was singing "chhukar mere man ko kiya tune kya ishara..." and kept on yelling "I love you neha... I love you..." maybe the only thing he was conscious of was his love, his Neha..
It was maybe 10 am the next day when he woke up finding his self-laying in a dustbin when his phone rang, he answered the call and spoke "hello...."
"Hello, I am Nishi..." voice came from the other side.
Guys, the only thing I want to say with this part is never judge a person on his past, he can change don't just tear him apart, at least give him a chance to change his self. Well, why Nishi called him, was there still any ray of hope?
