I shut my eyes as I was about to heat the ground but before I could touch the ground someone held me in arms. I couldn't help but hug the person tightly in support.
Author's POV:-
'Aap thik hain na sir ??' a soft voice of a girl brought him back as she helped him to stand with the crutch.
Sahil looked up, his eyes landing on her. She was dressed in a baby-blue kameez, her hair tied back with a clip, though a few strands rebelliously framed her forehead.
She looked at him worriedly as if he got terribly hurt
Embarrassed, he nodded, murmuring, "I'm fine."
Kriti, who had heard the unfamiliar voice, turned sharply. Her brows knitted in suspicion as she scrutinized the girl.
"Who are you? And how did you enter our house without permission?" Kriti demanded, her tone firm.
The girl smiled softly, her demeanor calm. "Woh... darwaza khuli thi, ma'am. I was about to ring the bell, but then I saw sir..." She trailed off, gesturing to Sahil's earlier fall. "Isliye, I stepped in."
Kriti's eyes narrowed slightly but she didn't press further. Instead, she repeated, "Tum ho kaun? Aur yaha kaise?"
She looked at her with a soft smile,
'Woh darwaza khuli thi already mam , mein bell bajane hi wali thi but then I saw sir was ..'
She signed with her eyes before continuing, 'Isliye..'
Kriti didn't ask anything else but instead she asked, ',Tum ho kaun ?? Aur yaha kaise??'
She looked at Sahil once as she thought he already knows..but his eyes too held the same question.
'Woh Rajat bhaiya ne mujhe yaha ane ko kaha'
Hearing her something strike on Sahil's mind , 'Tum Disha ho jisko job ki bohut zarurat thi?'
To which she eagerly nods , 'Haa sir mein hi Disha hu..'
Kriti stares at Sahil as she doesn't know what is going on.
'Woh Tumhari job mein itna pressure hain aaj kal and upar se ghar ka kaam and it's not possible to manage both the things together and mein bhi utna nahi kar sakta so Rajat asked me to hire a caretaker who could take care of the household chores. Toh Rajat ne hi isse bhijwa diya yaha' Sahil explained.
'Ooh..yeh bahut acha kaam kiya Rajat ne...agar woh kar degi toh achi baat hain..tum toh ek kaam karne jate ho toh das kaam bigarte ho' she rolled her eyes showing the papers and the table which was spilled with tea.
Sahil remained silent.
Before kriti could taunt him more.
Disha came forward , 'It's ok mam.. accident happen anytime..I will clean up this table'
Kriti nods her head leaving the place to pack her bag.
She calls him gently, ' Sir aap waha Jake baethiye till then I'll clean up this place'
He nods his head returning with a smile.
It was the time when Kriti has left to her office and both Sahil and Disha were doing their own work.
Sahil is working on laptop and she is in the kitchen. She scrunches her nose, not able to decide what she should make for lunch. Everything is available inside the fridge from vegetables to non veg items.
'Kya banau sir lunch k liye?' she asked him wiping her hand with handkerchief.
He looked up before asking, 'Tum kya bana sakti ho?'
'Uhhm lagbhag sab much..aap ki favourite kuch bataiye ..mein bana dungi' she grins.
'Matar paneer bana dogi?' he asked remembering how he was craving from this dish..but kriti was too busy to prepare it..
'Of Course sir ...its my maa's favourite dish' she smiles before heading to the fridge to take out the paneer packet.
It was lunch time when Disha served him lunch. She excitedly waiting for the review of her food.
He took a bite of paneer as he moans savouring the taste, 'Its taste amazing Disha..bahut dino k baat aise khana kha raha hu'
Listening to him she gave a sad smile, 'Woh meri maa k liye ..maa ki tabiyat thik nahi hai..unk treatment k liye mujhe paise ki jarurat hai isliye'
'Dont worry tumhari maa bilkul thik ho jayegi ..' he told her.
She nods her head with a soft smile, 'Thik toh hona hi padega..un k liye mein kuch bhi karne ko taiyar hu'.
It was already 8 pm when Sahil asked, 'Tumhe itni late karne ki zarurat ..tum ab ja sakti ho ghar aur unk plate mat rakho..woh bahar se khakar ayegi'
'Ha par apka dinner??' she asked.
He got up with help of the crutch as he said with a chuckle, 'Mere dono hath abhi bhi kaam kar raha hain Disha..I can manage myself'
'Nahi nahi sir ,mera kehne ka bilkul yeh matlab nahi tha ...I just thought ki mein apka help kar du...I am sorry agar apko bura laga toh' she apologized.
He chuckled once more, 'I know Disha..I didn't feel bad about your words.. ab jo sach hai, I have to accept it that right?'
Disha could feel the hidden pain behind his words. Her mind replayed the scene from the morning-the way Kriti had pushed him aside so carelessly, as though his presence was an inconvenience. How could anyone treat such a kind and gentle man with such indifference, especially his own wife?
'Jao pack kar lo apni bag. Its already late Disha..your maa is worrying about you' he said picking up his laptop.
Disha nodded silently, her voice a mere whisper as she said, "Bye, sir."
Their eyes met briefly. He offered her a faint nod before returning to his laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting the weight he carried silently.
She glanced back once, watching him absorbed in his work, and felt an odd ache she couldn't name.Something she too didn't fully understand.
She shook her head confusingly, 'Yeh mujhe ajeeb si feeling kyu ho rahi hai bhagwan ji?? Aisa toh pehle kabhi nahi hua mujhe ??'
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