8 years after...

It was a big studio. Two men were sitting in front of each other. There were many cameras and people behind the cameras.

"Aaj ke iss interview ki toh bohut trp aani hai." One of them commented.

"Woh toh aayegi hi. Reporter kaun hai dekhna padega nah. Main toh soch raha hoon yeh admi kab tak yeh interview continue kar paata hai." Another said.

Of the two men, one was fuming in anger but another one was sitting very calmly with a smirk on his face.

"Aap kehna kya hai chahte hai? Are you calling me fraud?" Asked the man angrily.

"Maine aisa kuch nahi kaha. Yeh toh aap ke words hai." Said the other man.

"Aap national television pe meri beizzati kar rahe hai."

"Beizzati unki ki jaati hai jinki koi izzat hoti hai."

"Enough. I'm leaving this interview right now." Said the man angrily and stood up.

The another man smiled and said, "With pleasure."

The man left. But he was still sitting calmly.

Sidharth Shukla, 32 years old. One of the successful and famous TV reporters of India. He never hesitates to speak the truth and stands for the right, no matters who is the person in front of him. His this nature makes him unique from everyone. And the people love him.

The cameras were off. Sidharth stood up and left the studio.

He entered his cabin. He sat on his chair and looked at his cabin. In these 8 years, he earned a lot of success. Now many journalists works under him.

After sometime a person entered his cabin, seeing him Sidharth smiled.

"So one more interview is spoilt by you. Bro tu karta kaise hai yeh? Sirf tere saath interview mein hi log aise uth ke kyu chale jaate hai?" Asked Kushal.

"Kyu ki main unki chamchagiri nahi kar sakta. Unhe khush karne ke liye unki jhuti tarif nahi kar sakta. Main woh kehta hoon jo sach hai. And you know, sach humesha karwa hota hai. That's why they don't like me." Said Sidharth.

"I don't know they like you or not. But public love you for your this attitude."

"I know. Aur aaj main jo bhi hoon unn hi ki wajah se hoon."

Saying that Sidharth stood up.

"Accha main abhi ghar jaa raha hoon. Aur.... Kaal main office nahi aa paaunga. Delhi jaa raha hoon."

"Usko lene?" Asked Kushal.

Sidharth gave a smile and nodded in yes. Then he left from there

At Sidharth's House...

Rita Maa was talking to a neighbour outside the house.

"Waise maan na padega BehenJi. Inn kuch saalon mein Sidharth ne kya tarakki ki hai. Humare ghar mein toh sirf usse dekhne ke liye hi news channel lagaya jaata hai. Sach mein, heera hai aap ka Beta." Said the neighbour.

"Sab Bhagwan ki kripa hai bas." Said Rita Maa smiling.

"Waise ek baat kahu? Umar toh ho rahi hai Bete ki. Shaadi ke baare mein kuch socha yaa nahi?" Asked the neighbour curiously.

Rita Maa's face turned pale.

Still she gave a forceful smile and said, "Woh kya hai na aaj kaal ke bacche. Aap ko toh paata hai. Har chiz apni marzi se karenge. Hum kuch keh nahi sakte. Jab thik lagega tab hi shaadi karenge."

"Phir bhi aap apne Bete se baat ki jiye. Mere paas ek bohut acchi ladki hai. Jitni dikhne mein sundar utni hi zyada har kaam mein expert. Agar aap kaho toh Sidharth ke saath uska rishta pakka karwa sakti hoon."

"Umm... Main Sidharth se puch ke aap ko baataungi. Ab chalti hoon. Thik hai?"

Saying that Rita Maa went inside the house after a guard opened the door for her.

"Badi aayi rishta pakka karwane wali. Hai meri bahu. Aur baki ladkiyon se toh kayi zyada sundar hai. Jis din ghar leke aaungi na, dekhte rahenge sab ke sab." Murmured Rita Maa while making faces.

Neetu noticed it and said, "Kya hua Maa? Aap aisi shakal kyu bana rahi ho? Kisne kya bol diya?"

"Woh pados wali Mrs. Raichand hai nah? Apne kaam se kaam rakhna aata hi nahi hai usse. Jab dekho mere Sidharth ki shaadi ki baat ko le ke suru ho jaati hai. Badi chinta hai usse. Accha tu hi baata, Sidharth ki Maa main hoon yaa woh hai?"

Neetu laughed and said, "Relax Maa. Woh log kuch bhi kahe kya fark padhta hai? Aap kyu apna mood kharab kar rahe ho?"

"Sahi kaha tune. Iss se accha main jaa ke Pari aur Krish ke liye kuch tiffin bana deti hoon. School se aate hi suru ho jaayenge dono bandar." Said Rita Maa.

"Chalo main aap ki madad kar deti hoon." Said Neetu.

They both went to the kitchen.

Since 5 years, Neetu and Preeti have been living with Sidharth and Rita Maa. After becoming successful, Sidharth had renovated his house. He appointed two guards and many servants in his house. Meanwhile Ritesh's parents died in an accident, so after that Neetu and Ritesh started living at this house with Pari. On the other hand Preeti and Arun got transferred in Bareilly and Sidharth asked them as well to live with him. 5 years ago Preeti gave birth to a baby boy whose name is Krish.

After sometime, Sidharth's car stopped in front of the house. Sidharth came out of the car and opened the door for Pari and Krish.

"Hum nahi utrenge." Said Pari showing fake anger.

"Kyu?" Asked Sidharth.

"Pehle aap humein humari ice cream do." Said Krish.

Sidharth chuckled and then immediately made a poker face.

"Accha, toh tum dono ko ice cream chahiye." He said.

Pari and Krish nodded in yes.

"Pehle baatao aaj school mein kya kya badmaashi ki?"

"Humne koi badmaashi nahi ki." Said Krish.

"Haan Mamu. Jaisa ki aap ne kaha tha, hum acche bacche ban ke rahe hai." Said Pari.

"Really?"

"Really." They both said.

Sidharth smiled and took out two ice cream bars from his pocket.

Seeing it, Pari and Krish smiled brightly.

They immediately took it from Sidharth's hand.

"Thank you Mamu." Said Pari.

"Haan Mamu, aap bohut acche ho." Said Krish.

"Ab ice cream diya toh main accha hogaya? Chalo utro car se." Said Sidharth.

Pari and Krish got down from the car.

Three of them entered home. After that Sidharth went straight to his room.

Entering the room, his eyes fell on the photo frames hanging on the wall. A smile came to his face.

Those were Naaz's photos. After Naaz left, he hanged them there as Naaz's memory. He caressed the photo frames lovingly.

Rita Maa entered his room with a glass of juice and saw it. She smiled sadly.

"Jab itni hi yaad aati hai toh inn 8 saalon mein ek baar bhi milne kyu nahi gaya uss se?" Asked Rita Maa while keeping the glass of juice on the table.

Sidharth immediately removed his hand from the photo frames.

"Tujhe paata hai woh phone pe kitna puchti thi tere baare mein? Lekin naa tu khud kabhi uss se milne gaya aur naa hi hum mein se kisi ko jaane diya." Said Rita Maa.

"Uss se kya hota Maa? Woh mujhe yaa aap logo se mil ke emotional ho jaati, wapas aane ki zid karti. Sayad roti bhi. Main woh nahi chahta tha. Isliye maine faisla liya tha, main uss se milne tab hi jaaunga jab main usse apne saath wapas le aa sakunga. Aur aaj main uss kaabil hoon. Mere paas guards hai, high security hai. Abhi meri family ko mere kaam ki wajah se koi khatra nahi hai." Said Sidharth.

"Toh phir intezaar kis baat ka kar raha hai? Naaz ke board exams khatam ho chuke hai. Woh abhi 18 saal ki ho chuki hai. Ab toh koi problem nahi hai."

Sidharth smiled and said, "Mujhe paata hai. Isliye main kaal hi Delhi jaa raha hoon, Naaz ko wapas laane."

Rita Maa became extremely happy.

"Sach? Phir toh main abhi se usko welcome karne ki taiyari shuru kar deti hoon. Tu jaa, le aa meri bahu ko." Said Rita Maa excitedly.

Sidharth again looked at the photo frames.

"8 saal baad main apni Naaz se milunga. Kitni badi hogayi hogi woh. Sayad thodi badal bhi gayi hogi..... Nahi. Naaz kabhi badal nahi sakti. Paata nahi mujhe dekh ke kaise react karegi. Inn 8 saalon mein aisa ek bhi din nahi gaya jab maine usse yaad nahi kiya. Aur woh? Kya woh bhi yaad karti hogi mujhe?" Said Sidharth in his mind.

In Delhi...

Sitting in her hostel room, a girl was applying nail polish on her nails.

Suddenly another girl came and said, "Kya kar rahi hai? Zaldi aa. Reharsal ka time ho raha hai."

"Aa rahi hoon." She said and finished applying nail polishes hurriedly.

Then she started running. Her silky hair and sky dupatta was blowing in the air. The sounds of her anklets were roaming all over the hall.

She entered the the rehearsal room running and panting.

"Script de." Said the girl forwarding her hand.

Another girl gave her script.

She read the script once or twice, then returned it.

Everyone went to their positions.

The girl took a deep breath and said, "Toh aap humein chhor ke jaa rahe hai Krishna? Jaane se pehle aap ek baar humare baare mein sochiye. Hum prem karte hai aap se. Duniya chahe humare rishte ko koi bhi naam de, hum jaante hai humara rishta kitna saccha aur saaf hai. Aap ke bina aap ki Radha kaise rahegi? Agar aaj aap gaye toh aap akele nahi jaayenge. Aap ke saath humara dil, humari khushi, humari muskaan, sab chali jayegi. Phir bhi aap ko jaana hai toh jaiye. Lekin yaad rakhna aap ki Radha humesha aap ka intezaar karegi. Kabhi na khatam hone wala intezaar. Yeh intezaar tab tak chalega jab tak humari saansein naa ruk jaaye. Iss janam mein Radha sirf apne Krishna ki hoke rahegi. Alvida mere Krishna."

"Amazing!" Said a girl. "Naaz kya acting ki hai tune. Bilkool asli Radha lag rahi hai. Agar main ladka hoti na toh iss play mein kya, real life mein bhi tera Krishna ban jaati."

Naaz immediately wiped her tears and smiled looking at the others.

Naaz Gill, 18 years old. A brilliant student and topper of her class. Aspires to become a journalist. She has recently given her 12th board exams. She is very chirpy and jolly girl. Beautiful from both outside and inside. That's why everybody loves her. Besides studies, acting, singing and dancing are her hobbies.

"Accha mera Krishna, meri tarif baad mein kar lena. Abhi side hat, humein woh play wala dance bhi practice karna hai." Said Naaz.

The girl who was playing Lord Krishna's role, stood at a corner while saying, "Kya yaar, Krishna ki toh koi izzat hi nahi hai."

"Thodi bohut izzat milti agar koi ladka Krishna ka role play karta. Lekin hum girls'school mein hai toh tujhe hi Krishna bana na pada." Said another girl.

Naaz laughed and said, "Hogaya tum logo ka? Ab chalo dance practice karte hai "

Naaz and some other girls who were playing the role of 'gopiyan', did a small dance performance on the song 'Soja Zara'.

After finishing the dance performance, Naaz said, "Chalo abhi thoda break lete hai. Phir wapas se reharsal suru karenge."

"Tu dekhna yeh play superhit hoga. Lekin ek baat hai, mujhe ending acchi nahi lagi. Kya Radha humesha intezaar karti rahegi? Kabhi toh uska intezaar khatam hona chahiye." Said a girl.

Naaz's face became sad suddenly.

"Paata nahi Radha ka intezaar kabhi khatam hoga yaa nahi."
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