Kabhi Toh Nazar Milao Part 3

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The morning was the gloomiest for Sameer. Outside light seemed to be mocking the darkness that had suddenly descended on him. He turned to look at the sleeping form of his wife. She was curled up like a child, knees folded against her belly. Holding a pillow in her arms, she was sleeping with her face hidden in it.

His hands itched to feel her... his arms wanted to be filled with her warmth... his heart ached to beat against her... he longed to drown himself in the hair that lay spilled on the bed... he needed to be assured of belongingness...

He wanted to be important in her life.

He stretched his arm, to touch her... but pulled it back. Khurana's words flashed like lightening in his mind. He had never felt so agitated as he did yesterday. What Khurana said had hurt him immensely.

*Flashback*

"Aap aisa kaise kar sakte hain, Mr Maheshwari?" Khurana had roared when Sameer placed the file in front of him.

"Yeh aapka kiya hua hai, Mr Khurana... maine kaha tha aapse ki hum market mein apna naam nahi kharab karna chahte isliye aap order time pe aur zaroorat ke hisaab se poora karna... lekin aapne dono hi baatein nazarandaaz kar di." Sameer said calmly.

"Aap naye hain iss kaam mein... hum log saalon se kar rahe hain... itna upar neeche ho jaata hai time ka... usse koi farq nahi padta... uski wajah se order cancel nahi hote... zaroor aapne kaha hoga unse cancel karne ko." Khurana retorted.

Sameer folded his arms, "Aur main aisa kyon karunga? Apne buyer ko apni company ka order cancel karne ki salaah kyon dunga?"

"Yeh toh aap hi jaane... naya naya business chala rahe hain, kya pata kya karenge." Khurana shrugged.

Sameer gritted his teeth but before he could say anything, Munshiji gave a stern look to Khurana.

"Agar aapko pata na ho toh chup rahiye, Khurana ji... Sameer sir pichle teen saal se factory ke saare decisions ka hissa hain... bade sahab ki seekh ke kaaran jitna yeh door rehke kar rahe the utna toh kuch log saara din yahan bita ke bhi nahi kar paaye iss business ke liye." Munshiji's voice was low but authoritative.

"Toh ab kya hua? Ab office mein baith ke bhi yeh order cancel hone se kyon nahi rok paaye?" Khurana smirked.

Sameer took a deep breath to control the rage boiling in him.

"Yeh order toh nahi rok paaya lekin aage se aisa nahi hone dunga, Mr Khurana... khair, abhi jo yeh nuksaan hua hai isse aap bhi partner ki haisiyat se bhugtenge toh shayad agli baar aap bhi yaad rakhenge." He said with a sarcastic smile.

Khurana gave a bewildered look to Sameer, "Main kyon utaunga yeh nuksaan?"

"Kyonki aap partner hain, mera aur aapka hissa barabar hoga na... toh aadha aadha nuksaan uthayenge... munshiji, meri aur Khurana ji ki salary aadhi kar dijiye jab tak yeh paisa wasool na ho jaaye." Sameer said with a somber face.

"Kya bakwaas hai yeh? Main kyon bharunga? Meri company thodi hai, mere bhai ki hai." Khurana stood up from his chair, infuriated.

"Lekin partnership toh aapke sign pe hui hai na... aapne hi accept kiya tha ki har faayde nuksaan mein aap barabar ke bhagidaar hain." Munshiji pushed the agreement file in front of him.

Khurana glared at the file, then looked up at Sameer, his eyes blazing, "Toh yeh sab aapne jaan boojh ke kiya."

Sameer straightened in his chair, "Supply ke rules wahi the jo saalon se iss company mein hain, order maine dilwa diya, kaam aapko poora karna tha... jisme saari galtiyan aapne ki... toh maine kya kiya, Mr Khurana? Agar aap time pe correct order bhijwa dete toh aaj yeh naubat hi nahi aati."