𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 ~ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+| - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Author's POV:-
Veer looks at his mother in pure shock.
'Itna besharam kaise ho gaya tu?? Kaha se seekhta hain yeh sab cheez haa?? Bol??' buaji shouted shaking his both arm furiously.
("How did you become so shameless? Where do you even learn all this from, huh? Tell me!")
'Aapne bhabhi k sath koi aise karta hain kya?? Tujhe maine yeh sikh diya hain ??' Her voice cracked as she turned to Sakshi, wiping her tears with the edge of her saree.
("Is this how someone behaves with his bhabhi? Did I ever teach you this?")
Sakshi was just staring at both mother- son duo. The truth is she is confused.
'Arjun beta bilkul sahi baat bola hain...aj mere wajay se tu itna bigar gaya hain...mere lar-pyaar k wajay se tu itna neecha for chuka hain..' Buaji sobbed, placing a trembling hand on her chest.
("Arjun beta was absolutely right... today, because of me, you've gone completely astray. It's my pampering, my blind love that's made you fall this low," )
'Agar tere baba ko pata chala na ,tu soch bhi nahi sakega tera kya haal karega..' she scolded harshly.
("If your father finds out... you can't even imagine what he'll do to you,")
Veer opened his mouth, but Buaji cut him off with another roar.
"Main Arjun beta ke saath poori tarah sehmat hoon. Tu abhi, isi waqt, apna samaan uthakar iss ghar se nikal jayega!"
("I completely agree with Arjun. Right now, you will pack your things and leave this house!")
Veer stared at his mother, stunned. His heart pounded in disbelief.
It was late afternoon. The sun had started to dip, casting long shadows across the floor. Instead of helping him , she is asking him to leave the house??
'Maa mein kaha jaun?? Aap hosh mein bhi hain aap kya bol rahe hain ??" He asked slightly gritting his teeth.
("Maa... where will I go? Are you even in your senses? Do you know what you're saying?")
Buaji's eyes darkened, 'Kaha tha na tujhe ki aisa kuch bhi mat karna jisse ki Arjun jhatt se pakar le tujhe ??..kaha tha na mein??'
She asked with pressed lips.
("Didn't I tell you not to do anything that would get Arjun to catch you red-handed? Didn't I?")
Veer's mouth parted slightly in astonishment. Now she is blaming everything on him??
'Itna deemag kyu chalana hota hai tujhe?? Maza aaya na maar kha k Arjun k haath se??'she snapped, narrowing her eyes.
("Why do you always have to act so smart, huh? Did you enjoy getting beaten up by Arjun?")
He looked away and rolled his eyes in frustration, but she wasn't done.
"Mujhse kya puch raha hai, kaha jaayega? jab itna besharam harkat kiya tab samajh nahi aya??" she barked intentionally loud enough for Arjun to hear, and smacked the back of his head hard.
("Why are you asking me where you'll go? How would I know? Did you think about the consequences before doing such shameless things?")
Veer looks at her with pleading eyes.
Buaji's expression softened just for a second. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she quickly glanced at Arjun.
"Baad mein ghar ki chabi de dungi... wahan chale jaana..." she murmured under her breath.
("Later I'll give you the key to our other house... you can stay there,")
But then she raised her voice again, anger returning full force.
"Arjun kya nikaalega tujhe? Main hi abhi ke abhi ghar se nikalti hoon!" she roared and grabbed his arm roughly, dragging him toward the door.
("Who needs Arjun to throw you out? I'll do it myself right now!")
"Maa! Maa, suniye na meri baat!" Veer cried, his feet dragging, trying to resist. But she was deaf to his pleas.
("Maa..maa just listen to me na please")
Arjun, Sakshi and Kajal went behind her and saw her pushing him out of the door.
'Bhaiyaaa...bhaiyaa...' he cries joining his hands for the last time..
'Agli baar se iss ghar mein dobara pair rakhne k baare mein bhi mat sochna tu....samjha??' he asked in firm tone.
("Don't even think about stepping back into this house again, understand?")
'Agar tu iss ghar k aas -paas bhi dikha..yaa kisi bhi tarah se agar aap buaji apni iss nalayak bete ko iss ghar mein lane ka socha...toh ghar se jaane nikalne agli number aapka hoga..yaad rakhiyega...' he said making buaji gulped.
(If I even see you near this house... or if you, Buaji, try to bring your useless son back into this house... then remember this-you will be the next to leave this house. Mark my words,")
Sakshi stand beside him silently.
"Tujhe abhi bhi lagta hai, itna sab hone ke baad bhi isse main wapas laungi?" Her voice trembled with restrained emotion.
("Do you really think, even after everything that's happened, I would ever bring him back into this house?")
"Main maanta hoon, apne bete se pyaar karti hoon... par itna andha nahi hoon ki uski har galti maaf karti jaun."
("Yes, I love my son... but not so blindly that I'll forgive every wrong he does.")
Arjun looked away without responding.
In evening,
'Kaisa laga mera natak?? Bola tha nah ki pakar lunga uss nalayak ko jhat se??' Arjun smiles pulling her close.
("How was my act? Didn't I tell you I'd catch that useless guy in no time?" )
Flashback:-
"Toh mein... kal pura din akele rahungi?" she said, her voice laced with soft melancholy.
("So I'll be alone all day tomorrow?")
Arjun gave a knowing smile.
She gave a little hum of acknowledgment and leaned her head on his biceps, seeking comfort in his presence.
'Tu toh aise bartav kar rahi hain jaise mein sachme jaa raha hu shehar..natak karna hain bas' he chuckles.
("You're acting like I'm seriously going to the city... It's all just a drama,")
She looks at him, 'Ji kya natak?? Kya bharosa hain ki aise karne se Veer phir se woh sab karega ?? Aur kab karega aapko kaise pata hoga??'
("Drama? And what's the guarantee that by doing this, Veer will repeat that behavior again? And when will he do it-how will you even know?")
He smiles, 'Tu dekhti jaa bas..woh iss mauke ka zarur fayda uthayega..mein ache se janta hu use..'
("Just watch... he'll definitely take advantage of the opportunity. I know him very well.")
'Mein kahi nahi jaa raha hoon Sakshi...ghar k aas pass hi rahunga..aur nazar rakhunga uspe..mein tujhe kuch hone hi nahi dunga..mein jaisa bola hu tu waisa hi karna un dono k saamne..' he says rubbing her back..
("I'm not going anywhere, Sakshi... I'll be around the house, keeping an eye on him. I won't let anything happen to you. Just do as I said in front of those two,")
She nodded in agreement..
Flashback end.
Sakshi was folding his clothes which she got out from the almirah before cleaning.
'Haa plan toh acha kiya tha..par usk chakkar mein toh aapne meri jaan hi nikal li thi..' she said with a huff.
("Yes, the plan was good... but in the process, you almost gave me a heart attack jii")
'Ji dekha na aapne kaise woh kamre mein aa gaya tha..mujhe uska ane ka awaz tak nahi sunayi di...agar aap ek minute bhi der karte na..pata nahi kya ho jata..' she complains.
("Did you see how he came into the room? I didn't even hear him coming... If you were even a minute late, who knows what could have happened...")
Arjun sighed, 'kya karta bata?? darwaza andar se lock tha...toh khulne mein thora toh samay lagega na..??'
("What could I have done? The door was locked from inside... obviously it would take a little time to open...")
She looked at him sharply, but her gaze quickly dropped to his hand - red, scraped, and visibly hurt. Her eyes widened in horror as she gasped, tossing the kurta aside and gently taking his injured palm into hers.
"Yeh kya kiya aapne apne haath ka? Itni chot?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at him, concern flooding her expression.
("What did you do to your hand? It's bruised badly,")
Without waiting, she rushed to the drawer and pulled out the antiseptic cream.
"Jii... aap na thoda apne gusse pe lagam dijiye," she muttered, dabbing the cream gently.
("Ji you really need to control your anger," )
"Woh toh nahi kar sakta main," he said without hesitation, his tone fierce.
("That's not going to happen,")
"Main toh aisa hi hoon - gusse wala. Jo meri biwi ke saath battameezi karega, uska yahi haal karunga."
("That's just how I am - angry. Whoever misbehaves with my wife, I'll make sure they suffer.")
She shot him a glare but turned back to his hand, treating it with the same gentleness as before.
"Woh sab toh theek hai... par aapko chot aaye, mujhe achha nahi lagta jii," she said quietly, her voice laced with sadness.
("All that is fine, but I don't like seeing you hurt jii")
He let out a soft chuckle and reached up to caress her neck with his other hand.
"Pagal kahiki... yeh toh sirf ek chhoti si kharoch hai, Sakshi. Kal tak thik ho jayegi."
("Silly girl..it's just a small scratch, Sakshi. It'll be gone by tomorrow.")
She pouted, gently shoving his hand away.
'Mein na jo bhi bolti hu..aapko bas hasna hota hain usme...aapk liye hoga mamuli cheez par mere liye nahi samjhe??'
("Whatever I say, you just end up laughing! It might be a small thing for you, but not for me, okay?")
Turning away in mock annoyance, she crossed her arms. He smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously, and leaned closer to her ear - biting her earlobe playfully.
"Jii aap na... uff, hatiye! Mujhe baat nahi karni!" she whined, pushing his face away.
("Uff, stop it! I don't want to talk to you!")
"Ohh? Toh baat nahi karegi?" he teased, raising a brow.
("Ohh so you won't talk to me??")
"Haan! Nahi karungi!" she said defiantly, shaking her head.
("Yes !! ..I'll not talk to you..")
He leaned in again, but this time, as she tried to push him away, he swiftly caught her wrist, twisted it gently, and pulled her close. Then, in a single motion, he wrapped his both feet around her legs, locking her in his embrace.
"Toh tujhe yahan se jaane bhi nahi dunga," he laughed, resting his chin on her shoulder.
("Then I won't let you leave either,")
"Aahh... jii! Uff! Bohut badmaash hain aap! choriye meri kalayi.." she squealed, trying to free herself.
("Ahh... Ji! Uff! You're so naughty! Let go of my wrist,")
"Aapko pata hai main gussa hoon... par manane ke bajaye aur chidhate ho aap mujhe!"
("You know I'm angry... but instead of calming me down, you keep teasing me!")
"Woh toh main hoon hi," he whispered into her ear, placing soft kisses along her neck bitting it lightly .His grip on her wrist loosened, and she huffed in mock frustration.
("That is who I am...")
But when his arms circled around her waist, holding her close, she couldn't help but giggle. Her fingers found their way into his hair, caressing it lovingly.
'Dekh mana bhi liya tujhe kitni asaani se..' he whispers continue attacking her soft neck with his kisses.
("See how easily I made you forgive me,")
He bites the particular spot making her hiss and then licks it to soothen the pain.
"Ek baat kahun?" she whispered softly, her voice barely audible as she rested against his chest.
("Can I say something?")
He hummed in response, still pressing gentle kisses along her shoulder.
"Aapko aaj buaji ke bartav mein kuch... ajeeb nahi laga?" she asked, making him pause.
("Didn't you find buaji's behavior strange today?" )
He stopped, his lips lingering close to her skin, but his attention now shifted to her words.
"Mujhe pata nahi kyun... sab kuch bohot ajeeb laga," she continued thoughtfully.
("I don't know why... everything felt so odd,")
"Itni jaldi aapki baat maan li... bina kisi sawal ke... aur ek hi baar mein Veer ko ghar se nikaal diya? Ajeeb nahi lagta?"
("She agreed with you so quickly... didn't ask any questions... and she threw Veer out of the house in just one go? Isn't that strange?")
He stayed quiet for a beat before nodding slowly.
"Haan, ajeeb toh mujhe bhi laga. Jisko apne bete ke dosh kabhi dikhe hi nahi... woh aaj chup-chaap bina kuch kahe nikal diya usse ghar se... bina kisi hungame ke."
("Yes, I found it strange too. A woman who never saw any fault in her son... suddenly threw him out quietly without making a scene.")
Sakshi looked up at him, her brows furrowed.
"Hai na? Kuch toh gadbad hai..."
("Right? Something's fishy...")
"Pata nahi," he sighed.
("I don't know..")
"Uss aurat pe toh main kabhi bharosa kar hi nahi paaya. Kya pata... yeh sab bhi uska koi naya chaal ho."
("I've never been able to trust that woman. Who knows... maybe this is all part of some new scheme of hers.")
"Ji par aapne toh dekha... kaise ro rahi thi... aur Veer ko bohut maara bhi use bahar nikalne se pehle," she said quietly, doubt flickering in her tone.
("But you saw, didn't you? How much she cried... and she hit Veer a lot too before throwing him out," )
He looked at her, his jaw tightening slightly.
"Yahi toh sabse zyada ajeeb laga mujhe. Pata nahi asli mein gussa tha ya bas natak kar rahi thi. Nakli aansu bhi toh ho sakte hain."
("That's what seemed the most off to me. I don't know if it was genuine anger or just an act. Those tears could've been fake too.")
She blinked at him, a little surprised.
'Ji par aasu kaise nakli ho sakti hain bhala?? Mein toh nah nikal saku aise nakli aasu kabhi.. agar mere samane koi pyaaz nah kaate toh..' she added with wide-eyed innocence.
("But how can tears be fake? Ji I could never cry fake tears... unless someone cuts onions in front of me,")
He chuckled hearing her.
"Kyuki woh aurat... sab kuch kar sakti hai, Sakshi," he said, his voice serious again.
("That woman can do anything, Sakshi,")
"Uske liye nakli aansu nikalna koi badi baat nahi."
("For her, shedding fake tears is no big deal.")
She hummed thoughtfully, resting her head back on his shoulder.
"Agar aapko bura na lage, ek baat puchun?" she said hesitantly, glancing up at him.
("If you don't mind... can I ask you something?" )
He nodded.
"Buaji ka toh apna ghar hai na? Toh woh aur phuphaji wahan kyun nahi chale jaate? Toh itni dikkat toh na hoti..."
("Buaji has her own house, right? So why don't she and phuphaji go live there? Then we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble...")
He sighed.
"Apna ghar toh hai, Sakshi... bohot bada bhi hai. Lekin baba ne iss haveli ko do hisson mein baant diya tha - ek mere naam aur dusra chhota sa hissa unki behen ke naam."
("Yes, she has her own house... it's quite big too. But Baba had divided this haveli into two parts - one in my name, and a small portion in his sister's name.")
She nodded slowly, absorbing the complication.
"Mujhe kya buaji ka yahan rehna pasand hai?" he continued, voice low but frustrated.
("Do you think I like that buaji lives here?")
"Aur mujhe kya nahi pata ki tujhe kitni mushkil hoti hai roz itna saara kaam karne mein? Khana banana, sab dekhna..."
("And don't I know how hard things get for you every day? Cooking, managing everything...")
A small smile formed on her lips.
"Par agar main kuch kehne jaaun na, toh woh turant keh degi - 'Iss ghar mein mera bhi haq hai'..jaise uss din kaha tha..." he said with a deep breath, clearly holding back irritation.
("But if I ever try to say anything, she instantly snaps - 'I have a right over this house too,' like she did that day...")
She hesitated a moment before asking,
"Aur Lata ke liye? Kya uske liye kuch nahi rakha baba ne?"
("And Lata? Didn't Baba leave anything for her?")
He shook his head slowly.
"Lata ke paida hone se pehle hi toh buaji ne baba ko behla-phusla kar baaki ki zameen apne naam karwa li thi."
("Before Lata was even born, Buaji had already tricked Baba into transferring the rest of the property to her name.")
Her expression dropped, filled with quiet sadness.
"Bohot hi chalak hain buaji..." she muttered.
("Buaji is very cunning..." )
He let out a dry chuckle.
"Chalak? Woh toh lomdi hai, Sakshi. Ek number ki lomdi. Tujhe abhi tak samajh nahi aayi? Woh aurat apne fayde ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hai... kisi bhi had tak jaa sakti hain."
("Cunning? She's a fox, Sakshi. A top-class fox. Haven't you figured it out yet? That woman will do anything for her own benefit... she'll go to any extent.")
She nodded her head.
"Chaliye, mujhe almari saaf karne dijiye... phir khana banane jaungi. Aur bataiye, aaj aapke liye kya banaun?" she asked with an excited smile, carefully folding his clothes with love.
("Okay, let me clean the wardrobe... then I'll go cook. Tell me, what would you like to eat today?")
"Karele ki sabzi bana dena... aur uske saath karele ka doodh bhi," he said, teasing her with a straight face.
("Make bitter gourd curry... and bitter gourd milk with it," )
"Aree jii, sach mein bataiye na kya khayenge? Aaj mere liye bohot hi khushi ka din hai..." she giggled, swaying slightly as she tucked a kurta into the drawer.
("Aree jii.. tell me properly! Today is a very happy day for me,")
"Aloo ke parathe bana dena... aur saath mein gajar ka halwa," he replied with a soft smile.
("Make aloo paratha... and carrot halwa with it,")
"Bas?? Yeh toh aap roz hi khate ho jii... kuch alag sa boliye na," she said, tilting her head and playfully narrowing her eyes.
("That's it? You eat that every day! Say something special,")
"Nahi, mujhe yahi chahiye. Aur kuch nahi..." he replied simply, and his innocent tone made her heart flutter.
("No, I only want this. Nothing else...")
"Thik hai, bana dungi... aap abhi aaram kijiye kamre mein," she giggled, cupping his cheek lovingly.
("Okk jii i'll make ..now you take rest for sometime..")
He suddenly held her wrist gently, his voice laced with a childlike desire,
"Nahi... ek aur cheez chahiye mujhe aur woh bhi meethe mein."
("No... I want one more thing. Something sweet.")
"Kya chahiye? Kaunsi mithai?" she asked with a smile
("What do you want ?? Which sweet??")
He pulled her closer, his gaze now locked on her soft, pink lips.
"Wahi mithai... jo sirf tere paas hoti hai... abhi bhi hai ..par tu itni asani se deti nahi hain ..uske liye bohut mehanat karna parta hai mujhe..."
("That sweet... the one only you have... you still have it, but you never give it easily... I always have to work hard for it...")
She blinked in confusion, "Abhi mere paas hai? Kya?"
("I have it now? What?")
He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek as he whispered,
"Tere naram naram honth...jisse mujhe abhi khana hain...."
("Your soft, soft lips... the ones I want to eat right now...")
Her eyes widened instantly, and a blush crept up her cheeks. He brought his lips close to her to kiss her
"Aap na... ishhhhhh!!!" she squealed, lightly pushing him by the chest.
("Youuu... Ishhhh!!!)
He falls back on the bed with her push. He laughs.
She turned to leave but his voice followed her teasingly,
"Kya ishh?? Tu toh aise bol rahi hai jaise tu tarasti nahi hai mere honthon k liye... tab toh badi muhh se awaaz nikalti hai jab dher saara pyaar karta hoon tujhe!"
("What do you mean 'ishh'?? You're acting like you don't crave my lips either... and start moaning my name so loud when I shower you with kisses!")
Flustered, she swiftly turned around and rushed back, shutting his mouth tightly.
"Dheere bolenge zara, aap?! Ghar mein aur log bhi hain!" she whispered-shouted, her cheeks red.
("Jii can you please lower your voice?! There are other people in the house!")
He smirked, squeezing her both cheeks with his palm making her lips into a cute plumpy pout..
"Nahi bolunga dheere... toh? Kya kar legi tu?" he challenged with a naughty glint in his eyes.
("I won't lower it... so? What will you do?")
She gave him a fierce glare.
"Yeh choti choti aankhein dikhane se kuch nahi hoga mujhe..." he said smugly, folding his arms behind his head.
("These little angry eyes won't work on me...")
Then leaning slightly forward with a mischievous smirk, he added,
"Pehle mujhe ek chumma de... warna main yahin chillata rahunga poore ghar mein!"
("Give me a kiss first... or I'll keep shouting in the whole house!")
"Aap dhamki de rahe hain mujhe?" she narrowed her eyes, trying hard not to smile.
(""You're threatening me?!" )
He gave an exaggerated shrug.
"Ab tujhe jo samajhna hain... par agar nahi degi, toh main maan lunga tu mujhse pyaar hi nahi karti..." he sighed dramatically, turning his face away like a heartbroken hero.
("Think whatever you want... but if you don't give it, I'll believe you don't love me at all...")
She played along, gasping softly,
"Haan, bilkul nahi karti pyaar main aapse... ja rahi hoon rasoi mein!" she giggled and started walking away with a teasing sway.
("Yeah, I don't love you at all... I'm going to the kitchen!")
"Haan toh phir jaa na... meri kaun si kismet acchi hai," he muttered in mock sadness, flopping onto the bed with a sad expression, eyes fixed on the window.
("Yeah fine, go... when have I ever been lucky..." )
'Koi pyaar hi nahi karta mujhse..mere apne biwi bhi nahi...huhh' he mutters.
("No one loves me... not even my own wife... huh,")
She paused at the door, biting her lips to hold back laughter. She peeks at him and in the next second-she pounced on him like a small wild kitten!
"Ahhhhhh!" he groans when she bite his cheek hard, giggling wildly as she pinched the other.
"Pagal ladki! Ek chumma maanga tha... tu toh mujhe khane ko aa gayi pura!" he laughed heartily, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist as she collapse on top of him.
("You crazy girl! I asked for a kiss... and you came to eat me alive!")
His cheek got her teeth mark.
'Ohh toh aap jab mujhe katte hain ..tab mein kuch bolti hu ji??' she asked with a cute frown.
("Oh really? When you bite me... do I say anything?!")
He shook his head.
She laughed with her whole heart, then held his face in both hands and planted two loud wet kisses-one on each cheek with a big pop. He smiled with her cute act.
Then, she leaned into his ear, her voice a soft whisper full of warmth,
"Kaise na karun aapse pyaar, jii?"
("How could I not love you, jii?")
Her nose brushed against his as she clutched the front of his kurta tightly, her fingers curling into the fabric like she never wanted to let go.
He closed his eyes, his smile tender and content, pulling her closer as his arms circled around her fully.