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The reunion of Alok and Nisha-Part 27

Nisha rushed towards the wooden table having three lower shelves fixed to the wall to the left of the dining table. She closed her fists and folded her hands and legs to cover herself on the side facing the stairs away from the entrance. "I'm sorry, Alok saar. I shouldn't have suspected you and come here." She slammed her head against the surface behind her. She joined her hands and closed her eyes. "Oh, lord! Forgive me for my deliberate or innocent sins. Please don't let Dr.Alok know that I'm here. Please!", she prayed.

As Dr.Alok removed his bag, he shrugged at Sarla. "Why have you left the door open? What if burglars intrude on my house?", he asked, frowning at her. Ramlal too shrugged at her whose eyes were only rolling hither and thither at the floor. The professor placed his bag on the couch. "Hai Daiya!", wondered Sarla. She shrank her eyes and bit her lips. "Careful, Nisha madam!", she whispered at Ramlal standing right beside her. "Hey! What are you telling?", he whispered back. Sarla shook her head.

Dr.Alok was about to take a seat when the dark blue vase with golden decors fell from the table where Nisha was hiding. He shrugged at his maid. Sarla shook her head, reasoning, "Sorry Sahab. I just left the door open to empty the dustbin into the street's bin. I guess a cat sneaked in... That's all! Nothing to worry about!"

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"Who is there?", yelled Alok, standing up and frowning at Sarla. Nisha massaged the back of her neck only to drench her hand with drops of sweat. She breathed hard. "Oh shit! Someone somehow please stop him. Please!" Sarla expanded her hands either way and stood in front of Dr.Alok. "Sahab, I will shoo the cat. You don't get tensed." She shrank her eyes at Ramlal who then added, "Haan, Sarla is right. Sahab, you rest. You must be tired after lecturing continuously in college followed by hours of research. Don't waste the remaining energy on this little cat..."

"Will you come out or shall I come there?", Alok continued, clapping aloud and staring at the fallen vase. Ramlal laughed. Nisha closed her ears. "Sahab, keep a bowl of milk. You can catch it red-handed. That's the easiest way, believe me!", suggested Ramlal. Alok sighed and bulged his eyes at his driver.

"Meow!Meow!Come out!", called Ramlal. "Arey! It's not funny. Nisha madam is there. She doesn't want Sahab to find her", Sarla whispered in his ears while Dr.Alok began heading to pick up the vase which had rolled under the dining table by then. 

"Such a big cat, sweetheart?!", exclaimed Ramlal at which Sarla pinched him. "Shut up!", yelled Dr.Alok, frowning back at both. He looked around, warning, "Either you come out or I will ring up the cops." 

"Arey, darling, Sahab is seriously overthinking now", whispered Sarla. Ramlal burst out another round of laughter. "Are you mad?", shouted Alok. "Someone has intruded in our house due to your darling's recklessness. Our lives and properties are in danger...."

"Sahab, calm down. It's just a pussy cat. It can't understand your English alerts...", justified Ramlal. Dr.Alok bulged his eyes again at him. Ramlal nodded with fear. Sarla dragged him inside the kitchen.

"Hey! We should save Nisha...", he whispered. Sarla passed a few potatoes to him. While he grabbed a knife, she grabbed another. As they began chopping, she advised him, "It's okay, leave. We can't do anything more. He has almost neared her. Anyways, it's their matter. Let's stay away from lovers..." Ramlal nodded and looked outside to see Dr.Alok heading towards the single sofa near the dining table. He shrugged and looked up at the ceiling. "Save yourself, Nisha Sahiba!", wished he.

"Sexy!", whispered Alok, in Nisha's ears. Nisha opened her eyes and threw her mouth open at him. Dr.Alok chuckled, as he sat beside her on the floor. He blushed at her whose eyes flooded with tears. "Nisha medam came here to surprise me?", asked he, nearing his face to hers and winking at her. He wrapped her cheeks in his hands. She swallowed her tears as she gazed at his light brown eyes.

"Meek eyes soft gentleman. You are a good samaritan, saar. How bad of me to have suspected you! I hate myself!", thought Nisha, "I wanted to suspect him while he anticipates me to be surprising him!"

He removed her clip and let his fingers through her hair from the head to the hip. Her cheeks turned a little pink as he leaned forward again. Dimples appeared on her pretty face as she closed her eyes. He left all her hair freely on the front. He patted her cheek. She opened her eyes which then couldn't take themselves off his. Her black pupils dilated at which he nodded gently, blushing along. "You look different in loose hair. Your hair isn't a pet parrot to be caged. Leave it free, noe! My beautiful queen!"

"But, I had only put a centering clip...", said she. "Shhhh!", said he, placing his finger on her lip. He kissed her lips. She pressed his shoulder tight as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues hugged each other firmly. She brought her hands slowly to his chest. They closed their eyes and began breathing harder. After an entire minute of french kissing, he released her. She blushed, looking away. She stood up followed by him. 

"Sorry, Alok saar", she apologized, hugging him. "Ooo! Medam is still in a loving mood! Okie!", he commented, hugging her, in return. She soaked his shirt with her tears. He released her. "What happened?", he asked, in his meek and hesitant voice, wiping her cheeks. She caught his hands, rested her head, and revealed, "I still doubted if Payal and you were together. I didn't come to surprise you, but, instead, to check about you...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have suspected my Dr.Alok..."

"What!", exclaimed Alok, with a heavy heart. He threw her hands catching his. Nisha joined her hands and sobbed. Alok walked backward as her words-"I came here to check on you", echoed within his mind. "Saar!Stop!", she squealed, wrapping her hands around him, as he was about to hit the spindles of the staircases behind.

"Why didn't you trust me, Nisha?", asked he. He shook her, repeating his question, loudlier this time. "Sorry, sorry...", she yelled, weeping her heart out, bitterly, shivering in front of him. 

"Looks like you don't love me", declared Dr.Alok, swallowing his tears. Nisha sobbed more, shaking her head along. She pressed his shoulders. "I have always loved you, Alok saar. None could ever replace you in my heart. I was mad this one time and I believe such doubts are quite common...I swear I won't repeat it again."

"It hurts!", yelled Alok, at which Sarla and Ramlal shrugged at each other. They rushed to the dining hall. "Oh no!", they exclaimed. "Sahab, Madam, please stop fighting like this", requested Ramlal. "My fault! I should have informed you to delay sir's arrival here. Meanwhile, Nisha would have gone. My fault! Why didn't the idea strike me back then? Urgh!", Sarla blamed herself. Ramlal patted her shoulder.

Alok released himself from Nisha. He then pulled her closer. He tightened her in his arms. "Ahh! Alok saar, it hurts...leave me...", requested she. "Exactly, medam!", said he, gnashing his teeth. He neared his red eyes at her. "That's how it hurt me when I heard of your suspicion of me. Where there is no trust, there is no love."

"No, you are wrong! None are perfect, right? Yes, I accept that I was wrong this one time but why are you relating it with our love? I love you very much, saar, ever since the very day, I fell for you back in college. I'm sorry, very sorry....", she pleaded, as he dragged her towards the door. He pushed her outside. She caught the door with all her energy as he was about to lock it on her face.

"Saar!", she yelled. "No, please don't do this to me. I won't lose you again, at any cost. I wanted to check just for my satisfaction. And, for your kind information, you too are at fault..."

He released the door.

"What do you mean? Do you still think I am cheating on my ex-wife? How many times should I leave her who dumped me more than a decade or two ago? See, this is the problem...You don't understand my feelings...", Alok interrupted Nisha. It was the first time he ever raised his meek and hesitant, calm and gentle words at someone in love.

"Shut up!", Nisha cut him. She bulged her eyes. She rested her right hand on his chest, highlighting, "You were the one who kept telling me till now that you and Payal were together. You were the one who portrayed yourself as a married man while getting closer to me, a single unmarried mother. Last, but not least, you were the one who proposed to me, revealing that you and Payal are separated." She took her hand away and moved it in front of his blank eyes.

"Is it always about your feelings? Think from my perspective. Everything was so sudden. What's wrong with investigating then? Anyway, I now regret my foolish confusion", she concluded. "But, how was I supposed to handle the shocks over shocks you gifted me?", asked she, leaning forward and nearing his exhausted face. "Answer me, Alok!", she yelled, grabbing his collar. His eyes concealed his tears and were immersed into hers seeking a justification.

Sad! Will Dr.Alok forgive Nisha?

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