I was shocked to see the woman. She was an elderly lady. In the beginning of her old age. She wasn't eating anything at all. It was her weakness that we assumed as and mistook for a slim profile of a young girl.
"Kya kaha tha main ne aunty? Hai na jadugarni taiz?" Daniyal asked that woman
"Haan... ab to mujhe bhe yehi lag raha " She said in a calm and low tone.
I was in a shock. Who was that woman. I couldn't make that clear.
Daniyal was calling me constantly. I was confused. He got up from the chair and looking at Reema he said
"Tum khana kho lo. Bhook lag gaye ho ge tumhain! "
"Mujhe koi bhook nahin lagti"
"Haan haan...size se pata chal raha hai!"
Daniyal moved towards me and took a hold of me by my hand and pulled me towards him.
I could feel the warmth of his hands. I could feel his love emerging from the same palms into which I was looking for the second line. I was feeling secure. I wish I had said sorry. But before I could say anything, Daniyal started saying himself'
"Is se pehle k koi aur kuch bhe kahay...main khud he bata deta hoon. My behavior was quite un-normal. Some weeks ago, when we went to a party, a Peer Sahab was there who mentioned about the two lines of love in my palms. This was true. The woman seated on the front is related to the "other" line in my life."
I again felt as if now I was going to hear the biggest slap of my life on my face. But Daniyal again won. He won my heart and love. And he did that again
"Jadugarni se pehle, when I was a child, my mom selected a girl for me in the beginning. But when we were in junior school, a traffic tragedy took that girl to the heavens. This aunty is a class mate of my mom. And the mother of that OTHER line."
I could feel Daniyal's grip on my hands getting more tighter.
"So in a sense, Jadugarni he mere liye 1st Line bhe hai aur second bhe. Shukar hai Reema jaise heavy aur moti nahin hai...warna main hath bhe nahin upar kar sakta"
"Haan haan... keh lo keh lo"
I was bliss again.
Aunty left earlier. We remained at the airport quite late. Reema left in a while. While on way back I was sitting next to him on the front seat.
"Kya dekh rahe ho?"
"Tum mujhe bata nahin saktay thay...why such a suspense"
"I didnt want to upset you"
"Main upset nahin hoti"
"haan haan main janta hoon...tum careless ho... upset ho jati ho...you saw veer zaara and got upset"
"Daniyal! Aise nahin hoon main"
"To phir kaise ho?"
"Pata nahin tumhain?"
"Mujhe nahin pata ho ga to aur kise"
He looked at me in such a romantic way
"Wah G! Blushing...acha hai. Such ''adain" keeps a husband happy and under control"
"Seriously... In adaon ka kon deewana nahin ho"
"Menu ke pata"
There was a silence
"Waise.... you were missed in all this adventure"
"To phir mujhe pehle bata dena tha na"
"Wajah the...ise liye nahin bataya"
""Kya wajah the"
"Soch lo....abhi bata doon ga to suspense nahin rahay ga"
I insisted "Bata do"
"Open the dashboard"
"Tum kholo to sahi"
I opened that
"Pick this envelope" Daniyal said
"Kya hai is envelope mein?"
"Girls ke tasweerain"
"Haan haan...tum ne kheenche hon ge... kise mein munh khula, ankhain band"
"Nahin g nahin... main sab ke tasweerain nahin kheenchta"
I opened the envelope
"Tumhain hospital na bhejna....yeh sab na batana...raat ko good disturb kiye bina so jana....disturb to samjhti ho na tum"
I couldnt say anything. My eyes were still fixed on that paper
"Main ne kuch kaha hai"Daniyal said
"Haan haan samjhti hoon tumhain... achi tarah"
"Nahin nahin main samjha sakta hoon... "
The paper was a report. The only report that every woman dreams to be positive. The car was still on it's way to home. I wish i could roam all night with the person next to me. I love him. What he did was just a big act of care concealed in worldly confusions. Prayers and thanks were rising in my heart.
"Tum na... sab se achi ho. Aisa jadoo jo koi aur kabhie replace nahin kar sakta... koi bhe nahin"