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Mrs Amrit Raizada

Hello people!
So I am back on wattpad after a very very long time...and I am back to writing after longer time.
So I started watching this new show Kyun Utte Dil Chod Aaye which is a very unique show based on partition and here I am penning down stories about the leads...my current favourite Amdheer.
This is for all KUDCA and Amdheer fans. Hope you'll will love it.
Drop in the reviews in the comments. I would love to know the views.
Thanks
Roshni

Lahore, my first love had changed, the beautiful lanes were now filled with ruins. I walked through these broken roads filled with agony, with people shedding tears...trying their best to cope up with their loss. Loss of their family....of near and dear ones.
Lahore had always been a city of people filled with love for each other, never was there any religious riots. Biryani and Alu Poori were eaten together....Eid and Diwali were celebrated by everyone. But the idea of divide and rule separated even the best friends.

Walking through these roads reminded me of the beautiful life I had before that unfortunate night, where my family, filled with happiness spent our days in merry, and our nights in peace.

Who knew my wedding day would be the day for the ultimate destruction. That night I was stepping into a new phase by marrying my love Randheer Raizada....and the riots broke out. Though we were married now, we did not get the pleasure of being a newly wed couple...those rituals...those teasings were never in our destiny. We were in a run for life...the most beautiful day surely will be burdened by the memories of death...of destruction.

And here I am happily living my life with Randheer beside me, encouraging me, supporting me and loving me. Sometimes even the bad memories are masked by love and affection, those memories of losing my family will never leave me but they are surely not haunting me anymore.

I was in his office, rather ours....I was now the writer for his newspaper Lahore Daily. I was no more writing under my pen name Ranjhan, now's it's Mrs Amrit Raizada. Ah! That name surely would make me blush anytime...

Drowned in his thoughts he did not notice me. He spoke to Sharfu miyan without even glancing at the door. And I loved to watch him....hear him talk.

"Sharfu miyan, kash hum gav ke kisaan hote...toh humari patni humare liye khana leke aati."
"Kya janab ek din apki biwi nahi aayi toh aap kisaan banna chahte hai..."
"Sharfu miyan Amrit ke bina toh aadha din kya hum ek pal na reh sakte....tabhi toh humne unhe yahi humare paas rak liya"
"Janab, Kya dimag lagaya unhe kaam se yaha rakne ka...."
"Kaise nahi rakhte....unki likhan, mashallah, unhi pe toh fida hua....unki kahaniyon se hi toh pehle pehle pyaar hua, ussi ranjhan ko dundne hi toh mein lahore aaya....warna mein toh Karachi mein bas chuka tha."
"Janab, Karachi ho ya Lahore, apka dil toh sirf unhi ke paas hota hai!"
"Yeh sahi kaha miyan...Aap jayiye aur khana lagayiye...hum abhi aate hai"
"Aap ayiye, hum chaltehai."

I gestured Sharfu miyan to walk out without any informing Randheer when he saw me. After all I was there to surprise him. One day off my work gave me this amazing plan of surprising my husband, atleast once in my life.

"Amrit....Meri Amrit....ek din tum nahi aayi toh mera yeh haal hai....bhook toh lagi hai magar khane ka mann nahi kar raha...Ranjhan ke bina kaam karne ka maza hi nahi raha....Ranjhan yani meri Amrit Raizada...kaha ho tum."

He went back to editing the articles. What a guy he was....he was praising me behind my back and he himself was blushing....and made me blush as well. I waited till the red tint from my cheek disappeared and entered to surprise him.

"Accha ji toh aap hume miss kar rahe the? Khane ka mann nahi...kaam mein maza nahi? Arey wah! Bade premi ban rahe hai"
"Amrit aap?! Premi toh hu hi mein aur waise bhi mohobat ke bina zindagi adhuri lagti hai....kyu Ranjhan?"
"Humne socha humare pati ne dua kiya ki unki patni unke kiye khana laye...toh hum aa gaye....kisaan ki patni na sahi, Raizada ki patni banke hi sahi..."
"Toh hume kush karne ka plan hai yeh..?"
"Haanji"

He held my hand and pulled me closer. His hand encircled my waist....he has become very naughty these days. He eyes sparkled with joy. These days he was trying his best to have me closer to him. This sudden transition in our relation was nice. I felt pampered, felt extremely loved and I loved this feeling. We fought, we had arguments but at the end of the day we forgot and forgave and were closer again.

He was angry at me for deciding not to work today. I never thought we would argue for such a small thing. I wanted to take a break, I wanted to spend some time with my family....with his parents...my muumuji and papaji who were as dear to me as my parents. I wanted to rest, cook, play around and have fun just like those old days. But Randheer refused to agree....he wanted me in his chamber, he wanted to stare at me endlessly, and to add on to that he wanted to have lunch with me like everyday. And so I was here.

"Randheer chodiye na....koi aa jayega."
"Yaha humare aur apke siva koi nahi hai....waise aap hume kush karne ka plan banakar aayi aur hume kushi hi nahi degi toh?"
"Arey hum isliye toh apne hathon se khana bana laye....woh bhi apki man pasand..."
"Lekin hume meeta chahiye joh sirf aap hume de sakti hai"

He winked while he spoke.

"Haan toh hum laaye hai na meeta...."
"Meri buddhu Amrit, main uss meete ka nahi, iss meete ki baat kar raha hu."

He pointed at his cheeks as a matter of fact. There he was trying to woe me for his meeta....who calls it meeta? Whatever he called it, I knew what he wanted and instantly redness crept on to my cheeks. 

"Hai Rabba....kitni khubsoorat lagti hai jab aise sharmati hai toh"
"Chodiye hume....aap aaj Sharfu miyan ke hathon se khana kha lijiye....hume tang karne ka saza..."

And I tried to walk out. He was becoming shameless and I had to control him...what would his employees say....what would muumuji say if she finds out.

"Ah Ha...kaha bhagi chali jaa rahi hai...hume kaha aise mauka milta hai jab tum humare liye khana laati ho?"

He pulled me further, till there was literally no room to escape.

"Hum jaa rahe hai aur yeh apka saza...."
"Amrit Raizada, rukiye toh sahi....hume khana nahi kilayegi?"

How did he know that I can never refuse him if he calls me that....that name surely was my weakness.

"Nahi!"
"Toh phir hum apko aise toh bilkul hi nahi bulayenge.....kabhi bhi nahi."
"Nahi nahi....hume yeh naam bahot hi zyada accha lagta hai."
"Ranjhan se bhi zyada?"
"Amrit Raizada se meri pehchan hai...issi naam se mere zindagi mein apke hone ka ehsaas hai....aur Ranjhan mere jeene ka aas hai, apse milane wala woh raaz hai....toh bhala hum kaise chun sakte hai inn dono naamo ke beech humari mann pasand naam?"
"Amrit...Amrit....apki issi soch, issi likhan par mein mar mittha hu...."

He spoke while twirling me.

"Haan haan....aap issi soch se apna pet bar le.....hum jaa rahe hai..."

Even though I tried running away, I wanted to be there....I wanted to feed him. And he held me, and made me feed him.
Ah, what a lunch that was...everyday we have lunch together, yet today was very special...I felt more like his wife, who carried his food from home just so that I could feed him. Such small moments surely make up strong memories...those memories which we remember in sad and bad times to be happy and in happy times to laugh and shed few drops of happy tears.