Young girl (crying, pleading): Please..uncle..aisa mat kijiye..please…mujhe jaane dijiye..

Man: kitni baar bola hai ..mujhe uncle mat bulao..Mr Oberoi bulao..kuch nahi hoga…bas kuch der me chali jaana..he goes nearer..

Young girl: Nahi…mere ..paas mat aana…she tries to run away…He holds her wrist and pulls her closer to him.

Mr Oberoi(angry): Dekho…poore 2 lakh de raha hoon…agar maine jo kaha who nahi kiya..issi waqt who saare paise main waapas le loonga..phir jaana kisi aur ke paas…bheekh maangne..itne kam time me kaun tumhe bheekh degaa?

The girl looks at him stunned. Tears drop from her eyes, she surrenders. The man smiles and pushes the girl on the bed. She closes her eyes in shame and for the next one hour pretends to be dead..for she is dead now from inside.

An hour later:

Mr Oberoi (wearing clothes): Tum bahut samajhdaar ho..apne parivaar ke liye kitna kuch karti ho..he places his hand on her head.

Girl (wiping her tears): Mr Oberoi…woh paise..

Mr Oberoi (calls his assistant): Shyaam, who Sukhwinder ke hospital me 2 lakh abhi ke abhi jamaa kar do..aaj sham ko uski surgery hai..

Mr Oberoi: kapde pahen lo..main bhi hospital chalta hoon tumhare saath. Sukhi se bhi mil loonga..

Hospital:

A middle aged woman is seated on the bench crying. She sees her daughter coming with Mr Oberoi.

Woman: Oberoi ji….aap?

Mr Oberoi: Arre Bhabhiji….Sukhi kaisa hai? Yeh sab kaise achanak ho gaya..ghabraiye mat..main hoon na..sab theekh ho jayega..paise ki itni zaroorat thi..yeh mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya..main bahut pehle madat kar deta..aap logon ne pichle 15 din me kitna kuch saha..Sukhi ka aaj teesra operation hai..itne din tak paraya maan liya mujhe...

The woman cries and folds her hands in front of him.

Mr Oberoi: Nahi bhabhiji…mere saamne haath mat jodiye..Sukhi ne meri kitni madat ki hai..aaj main jo bhi hoon uski wajah se hi hoon..

Woman: Dekha..Purvi..maine kaha tha naa..Bhaisahab aap toh bhagwaan hai…beta bhaisahab ke aashirwaad le lo..

Purvi looks up at her mother and then at Mr Oberoi who smiles at her. She has no choice, she bends to touch his feet, he stops her and hugs her. She hates his touch.

Mr Oberoi: are nahi nahi…Sukhi ki beti meri beti jaisi hai..She looks at him with great hatred. Beta, jab bhi koi madat chahiye toh mujhe be jheejak phone kar dena..main hamesha tayar hoon..tumhare liye.

Purvi's skin crawls, she feels like vomiting then and there on his face. He leaves. Purvi runs to the bathroom, vomits and cries badly trying to wipe out this horrible memory.

Evening, hospital:

Purvi and her mother wait outside the operation theatre. They are worried and pray continuously for her father's well being. Purvi gets a bad feeling about the time she spent with Mr Oberoi, her father's boss and so called 'friend'. She feels that the money she got this way was incorrect, something which her honest and upright father would never have approved. She had no choice but, the time given was less and at stake was – her father's life.

15 days back her father met with a terrible accident. He already had undergone 2 surgeries and today was the 3rd and a very major life saving surgery. They were a typical middle class family living in a chawl. Her father was very honest and as a result saved very less in life. He believed his best investment was Purvi - she was a bright student studying to become a doctor. The family had already exhausted most of its savings, broken all fixed deposits and sold most jewellery to fund her father's sudden hospitalization.

On her mother's advice Purvi approached Mr Oberoi for urgent financial help, her father's employer and someone whom her father considered as 'family friend'. Alas, in reality he was just a cheap womanizer who never left an opportunity and Purvi walked right in front of him. She lost faith in humanity when she was used by someone whom she knew from childhood and always respected him like an elder brother to her father !

The red light goes off and the doctor steps out.

PurviM: Doctor saab…Purvi ke papa…who theekh hai na? boliye naa?

Doctor: I am sorry…humne bahut koshish ki..magar…he is no more..I am sorry..

Purvi listens to all this in great shock. Her mother goes and sits back on a bench without any expression. Purvi sits down and starts crying. She realizes after some minutes that her mother's voice is not be heard. She looks back, her mother is sitting like a statue..

Purvi: Maa…Maa…dekho naa Maa..Papa…Papa chale gaye…kuch bolo Maa..Maa She shakes her mother. Her mother falls on the bench and she sees blood oozing out of her ears.

Purvi: maa…..Maa…doctor….nurse…koi hai….jaldi aayiye….please…

A nurse comes running out and sees her mother in this condition. She quickly informs the doctor. They wheel her inside a room to check. Purvi stands outside stunned to react.

Doctor: Miss Chaudhry….I am afraid..aapki Maa ko brain haemorrage hua hai…aapke father ki death ki shock ke wajah se…

Purvi (eyes wide open): Kya….Maa.…Doctor..please..meri Maa ko bacha lijiye…papa ke baad sirf Maa hai..please..

Doctor: Ms Chaudhry…please..control…hum..hum poori koshish kar rahe hai..filhaal toh who under observation hai…kal hamare neurologist aayenge..unke opinion ke baad hi hum kuch kar sakte hai..aap please inki admission formalities complete kar lijiye aur aapke Dad ka..I mean..aap samajh gayi naa..

Purvi's mind spins…she calls up her neighbor who comes to help her out with her dad's funeral. The funeral is attended by just her neighbours, she is the single child of her parents and hence she lights the pyre. She breaks down blaming herself for this situation.

After the funeral she goes to her house. It is quiet. She looks around and remembers the time when it was filled with love, laughter.

Flashback:

PurviF: Kavita…o Kavitaaaa….kabse bula raha hoon…kahan ho tum?

PurviM: aa rahi hoon…aapki chai lijiye..arre..abhi tak tayyar nahi huye?

PurviF: kaise tayyar hoon..meri shirt ka button kahan hai?

PurviM: Ofoo..theekh hai main sila deti hoon..do din me ek baar toh shirt ki button tod dete ho..

Her mother starts sewing the shirt button. Her father looks at her mother lovingly. She finishes it and leans in to cut the thread, when her father hugs her mother.

PurviM: Chodiye na…kya kar rahe hai..Purvi dekh legi..

PurviF: are..nahi dekhegi..maine TV pe cartoon laga kar diya hai…

Purvi: Cartoons bahut boring hai Papa…aur mujhe bhi button lagana aata hai..kal se main kar doongi..meri fees – 10Rs ek button ke liye..

PurviF: Bahut shaitaan ho gayi hai..apne papa se paise aitegi…10 rs..tumhari fees toh bahut mehengi hai..kya karogi iss paiso ka?

Purvi: Main badi hokar ek bada saa ghar loongi..aap dono ke liye..isliye piggy bank me paise jamaa kar rahi hoon..

PurviF: beta….apni zaroorat poora karne ke liye..utna hi maango..jitna chahiye..warna usse beimaani kehte hai..aapki fees sirf 1 Rs …okay…

Purvi: Acha…toh main kal se..ek nahi teen-chaar button tod doongi..phir toh aapko zyaada paise dene padenge naa..

PurviF: ruk toh..badmaash….He runs behind her..

Flashback over

Purvi goes and picks her piggy bank from the shelf. She shakes it and can hear clinking of coins. She opens it and empties it on the table. She can see lots of coins and some notes. She starts counting them and in frustration just swipes them on the floor. She sits down and cries.

Purvi (in mind): Kyun Papa..kyun aapne mujhe uss din 10 rs nahi diye…kyun aap hamesha sachai ke raaste pe chale..kya mila aapko? Main aaj maa ka ilaaj kaise karwaaongi..kaun hai hamara iss duniya me? kaun hai?

Hey all...I am back with a KaVi story... This story may seem a bit dark and sad in the start and few chapters but please be patient..There is scope for some romance and falling in love moments between Purvi and Kavin...I have marked this as mature not because of language or description but because of some relations I will portray.

Anyways please read and leave your comments...awaiting your love..