The intensity of the slap was so hard that he could still feel his cheek burning. He rubbed his cheek and looked at sanyukta who was looking at him with a broken look. He tried to touch her shoulder only to get a push from her.

Randhir: I love you jaan...I really love you...I know maine galat kia hai...bahut galat kia hai tumhare saath but ye bhi sach hai ki ab mai badal gaya hu sanyu...I swear jis din se mujhe ye realize hua hai that I love you maine kabhi kisi aur ladki ki taraf ankh uthake bhi nahi dekha...please mujhe maaf kardo...please sanyu

Sanyukta: kitna asaan hai na aapke lia ye bolna that now you are guilty so I should forgive you..ek baar ke lia ye maan lete hai that now you love me and you are guilty for your past deeds toh aapne mujhe sach ke bare mae kyu nahi bataya...apne mujhse kyu ab tak itani badi baat chupake rakhi randhir? agar insaan ko sach mae apni bhool ka ehsaas hota hai toh vo apni galti maan leta hai randhir...he confess his mistakes...but you didn't! you didn't feel like telling me the truth....iska matlab aap chahte hi nahi the ki mujhe kabhi sach ka pata chale...aap mujhe aese hi humesha andhere mae rakhna chahte the so that like a fool I can live in an illusion of having a loyal husband whereas you can enjoy your life with your girlfriends right? aur ab jab mujhe ye sach pata chal gaya hai toh ab aap yeh sab drama kar rahe ho

Randhir (in a choked voice): nahi sanyu...mai koi drama nahi kar raha hu...haan ye sach hai ki mai nahi chahta tha ki tumhe kabhi sach ka pata chale...pehle tumse sach chupane ka reason wahi tha jo tumhe lagta hai but ab jab mujhe tumse pyar hogya toh mai sirf islia chup raha kyunki mai darta tha sanyu...darta tha ki mai tumhe kho dunga...darta tha ki jin ankhon mae mere lia itna pyaar dekha hai unmae apne lia nafrat nahi dekh paunga...darta tha ki jiss ladki ne mera mere bura waqt mae saath dia agar vo hi mujhe chod ke chali gayi toh mai jee nahi paunga...tumhe mujhe selfish samjhna hai toh haan mai hu selfish...pehle bhi tha aur ab bhi hu...pehle mere aiyashion ne mujhe selfish banadia and ab tumhare pyar ne mujhe selfish bana dia hai....(folding his hands) jo hogya mai use badal toh nahi sakta sanyu but please I just want one chance...one chance to prove you that now I am changed..one chance to make you feel my love...one chance to become that randhir whom you have always loved and trust..

Sanyukta (sarcastically): yeah right! chance chahiye aapko...sharam naam ki koi cheez baki hai aap ke paas...ek baar mere pyar ka mazak bana chuke ho ab bhi aapka mann nahi bhara jo aapko ek aur chance chahiye...(falls down on floor and cried) kitna pyaar kia tha maine aap se...kitna trust kia tha aap ke upar maine...sab ne mujhe bola ki aap mere lia sahi nahi ho but main ek ki nahi sunni...aap sahi bolte the ki mai apne middle class ghar ko chodke aapke high class family mae aa toh gayi but meri soch wahi middle class reh gayi...kyunki hum middle class families ki ladkiyan shaadi ke baad apne pati ko apna bhagwan maan leti hai...hume bachpan se yahi sikhaya jaata hai ki shaadi ke baad humara pati hi humara sab kuch hai aur hume apne pati ka saath apni akhri saas tak nibhana hai....mujhe sab ne bola tha ki aapka disease ek sexually transmitted disease hai...iska matlab aapke mere alawa bhi kisi aur se relation hai but maine kisi ki nahi sunni...maine sirf aapke upar bharosa kia randhir...mujhe laga tha ki mere randhir kabhi mujhe dhoka nahi denge aur aapne....(she broke into more tears)

Randhir too kneel down in front and kept looking at her broken state. He knew she wouldn't allow him to touch her. He too was sobbing along with her. After some time sanyukta stopped crying and got up with a jolt. She wiped her face with her sari's end and ran towards her room. Randhir was too about to go after her when another voice stopped him. He looked behind to find a smirking Natasha looking at him.

Natasha: so finally aaj Mr. Casanova ka paap ka ghada fut hi gaya....tch tch...mai tumhe bata bhi nahi sakti ki mujhe kitana sukoon mil raha hai tumhe iss tarah rote bilakhte hua dekhkar...but maana padega randhir kya khoob kismet paayi hai tumne bhi...kitna try kia tha maine ki kaise bhi karke tumhari biwi ke saamne tumhara ye alsi chehra dikha sakun but tum humesha bach jaate the but finally today I accomplished my goal...

Randhir (wiped his tears and looked at her): that means ....vo pictures....

Natasha : ahan you are quite smart....yes...vo tumhari compromising position mae pictures tumhari biwi ke ghar maine hi bheji thi...jo unfortunately tumhari behen ke haath lag gayi aur usne tumhe bacha lia...but tum bhi kab tak bachte randhir...tumhe mere hare k ansu ka hisan jo chukana tha...islia maine ye jaal bichaya jisme tum bakri ki tarah fas gaye

FLASHBACK

Randhir dressed in an Armani suit was waiting for sanyukta near the poolside where he has planned their dinner date tonight. It was quite late so randhir decide to check on sanyukta so he started going towards the hotel room. He was passing through the corridor when he heard a shrill scream and someone shouting for help. He knew someone was in danger...if it had been the old randhir then he would have ignored it and moved forward but this new randhir couldn't ignore someone's pleading and screams. He looked around only to find a room from where the sounds were coming. The door was slightly open. He looked inside and found a guy forcing himself on a girl. He immediately ran inside and pushed the man aside. He landed few punches on the man's face before he ran out of the room. Randhir turned and looked at the girl who was crying hysterically. Randhir felt bad for the girl. He removed his blazer and kept it on her shivering frame.

Natasha (sobbingly): randhir...

Randhir (confusingly): sorry ma'am but do I know you...I am extremely sorry but I didn't recognize you

Natasha (chuckles sadly): right! tum mujhe pechano ge kaise...after all lagti kyat hi mai tumhari...chalo tumhe tumhare hisab se yaad dila deti hu...mai wahi Natasha jha hu randhir jo tumhare office mae kaam karne wali ek mamuli accountant thi....wahi Natasha jo tumhare pyaar mae itani pagal thi ki usne tumhe apne sab kuch sob dia tha...wahi Natasha jiske saath 10 din aapni raatien rageen karne ke baad tumne uske muh par 10 lakh ke cheque de mara tha...wahi Natasha jiske pyaar ko tumne uske paise ki zarurat ka naam dedia tha...wahi Natasha jo tumhare bache ki maa banne wali...wahi Natasha jiske pet mae pal rahe tumne apne bache ko tumne ek galti batakar thukra dia tha....wahi Natasha jisse iss society mae survive karne ke lia apne hi bache ko khatam karna pada kyunki uska baap use apna naam nahi dena chahta tha

Realization hit him hard when all those incidents came a like a flashback in front of him. He remembered meeting Natasha in his office one year back. She was beautiful girl who was madly in love with him and he was also interested in her beautiful body.

Randhir (stammering): Natasha...tum yaha...mera matlab hai..

Natasha: jab humara past humare present ke saamne aake khada hojata hai toh ache ache ko aesi hi hosh udjaate hai randhir...

Randhir: Natasha I know whatever I did with you was wrong and I am really sorry for that. maine tumhari life spoil kardi...mai uss time tumhare kimat uss cheque pae likhe paiso se laga raha tha but ab mujhe ye realize hua ki kisi ke pyaar aur bharose ki koi keemat nahi hoti hai...mujhe apni galtiyon ka ehsaas hai...jo hua mai use badal toh nahi sakta bas tumse yahi umeed rakhta hu ki tum bhale hi mujhe maaf karo ya na karo but past ko bhulke apni life ek new beginning se start karo...apne aap ko aur apni life ko ek dusra chance do

Natasha: kitana easily bol dia na tumne ki mai sab kuch bhul jaun...maine tumse pyar kia tha randhir....kitana bharosa karke maine khud ko tumhe dia tha...aur tumne kya kiya...tumne meri tulna ek rakhel si ki thi...mujhe shayad meri khushiyan nahi milii lekin shayad tumhe tumhari khushiyan mil gayi..

Before she could complete her words she fainted on the bed. randhir sat beside her on the bed and started patting her cheeks. He took a glass of water and sprinkled some on her face. Natasha gained her senses and asked for more water. Randhir made her drink the water but unfortunately Natasha puked it on his shirt.

Randhir (standing up): shit....

Natasha : I am sorry randhir....vo ek dum se hogya

Randhir : no it's okay...you go in the washroom till then I will arrange a new dress for you...

Natasha: but randhir I spoiled your shirt too...why don't you order a new shirt for yourself too..its dirty now and I am sure it must be stinking

Randhir: no its fine...I do have my clothes in other room so I will get myself changed there..tum jao and get yourself fresh...

Natasha moved towards the washroom and bought a towel with her.

Natasha : take this towel and give me your shirt...ye maine spoil ki hai and mai hi isko wash karke bhej dedungi tumhe...please randhir tumne aaj mujhe bachaya hai...at least mujhe itna toh karne doh

Randhir after no other option removed his shirt and give it to Natasha and kept the towel on his shoulders. Natasha weakly smiled at him and left for the washroom. Randhir was waiting for her dress to arrive when suddenly he felt someone hugging him from behind. He shockingly looked at Natasha who standing in front of him in a quilt covering her body. Before he could move back she threw herself on him and clanged to his body. He kept his hands on her waist and tried to push her when suddenly the door open and sanyukta came inside.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Randhir: I know tumhare saath galat hua tha but ye sab karke tumne kya hasil karlia? Mai toh aaj bhi tumse pyaar nahi karta ....aur tum ye toh bilkul bhi nahi sochna ki sanyukta ko mujhse dur karke tum khud mere close aapaoge...meri biwi ki jagah aur koi nahi le sakta ...samjhi tum

Natasha : tumhari biwi ki jagah chahiye bhi kisko randhir....mujhe toh bas tumse mera badla chahiye tha jo aaj maine lelia...jaante ho randhir jab tumhari asliyat ke bare mae pata chala tha toh kiya tha maine tumhari sanyukta ko phone but usne ulta mujhpar hi chila dia tha....bechari ko laga ki koi ladki uske devta saman pati par khichad laga rhi hai...trust me mai uske saath itana bura karna nahi chahti thi but kya karu tumhari kahi hui baat yaaad agyi thi kya bola tumnse mujhse uss din ki kabhi agar tumne ki tumhare naam par..tumhari property par...yaha tak khud tum par sirf uss bache ke haq hoga jo tumhari biwi sanyukta tumhe degi...uski wajah se mere bache ko uska haq nahi mila tha....islia thodi takleef toh use bhi honi thi naa

Randhir: maine tumse kabhi koi jhuth nahi bola tha Natasha...kiss haq ki baat kar rhi ho tum? Kya maine tumse kabhi ye chupaya ki meri ek biwi hai...kya maine tumse kabhi ye kaha ki mai tumse pyar karta hu ya tumhare liya mai apni biwi ko chod dunga? Maine tumhe kabhi koi jhuthe sapne nahi dihaye the Natasha...it was clear between us from the starting..you too knew it ki mai bas tumhe physically interested hu..nothing more..maine toh tumhe kabhi force nahi kia tha Natasha...mera jis bhi ladki ke saath relation raha hai vo mutual decision se raha hai...mai Casanova zarur tha but maine kabhi kisi ladki ke saath zabardasti nahi ki thi aur na hi apni shaadi ke bare mae chupaya tha...it was always a give and take relation....aur jahan tak bache ki baat rahi...mai aaj bhi wahi bolunga jo ek saal pehle kaha tha mere bache ki maa sirf aur sirf meri sanyu hi banegi...aur mere se zada galat toh tumne kia hai apne bache ke saath Natasha...kya tumhe ye nahi pata tha ki mere saath sex karne ke baad tum conceive kar sakti ho? Obviously tumhe pata tha but tumne situation ka faida uthake koi precaution nahi liya...tum ye chahti thi kit um conceive karo...ye jaane ke baad bhi ki tumhara mera koi future nahi hai..tumhe ye laga ki agar tum mere bache se pregnant hojaugi toh mai apni biwi ko chodke tumhe accept karne ke lia ready hojaunga but jab tumhara plan backfire kargaya so you aborted your own child...tab kaha gayi thi tumhari mamta..kya ye society ke norms itna bade hogye the tumhare lia ki tumne apna hi bacha abort karaliya

Natasha looked away when randhir smirked at her with a broken look. Natasha picked up her clutch and was about to move out of the room when randhir held her wrist.

Randhir (dangerously): meri sanyu humesha mujhe bolti hai ki mujhe sabki respect karne chahiye irrelevant to their deeds...and usko bilkul acha nahi lagega if I will disrespect a woman...islia tumhe jane de raha hu but remember one thing Ms. Natasha jha...mai agar apni sanyu ke lia tumhe safely jaane de sakta hu toh uske lia tumhe barbaad bhi kar sakta hu...islia agar tumhe apne aake ki life thik se guzarni hai toh aaj ke baad mere ya sanyukta ke saamne aane ki koshish bhi mat karna...varna tum jaisi ladkiyon se kaise deal karte hai ye randhir singh shekhawat ko bahut ache se aata hai

Saying this he pushed her. Natasha ran outside the room. Randhir ran his hand in his already messed up hair. He was about to go towards his room when his phone rang with an unknown number.

Randhir : hello (pause) yeah I am randhir singh shekhawat (pause) WHAT....