A beautiful young woman came to meet an advocate Nishthabehan's office in Bi and started crying before saying anything. Nishthabehan herself was beautiful and young, but the beauty of the new girl was beyond question. Madam let him cry. Observing it earnestly until it was dark. Medium height, green complexion, chubby face. The color of the skin of the cheeks is as pale as the peel of an apple grown in the garden of Kulu. Her eyes and nose were telling that she was not of Indian origin. It could be from Sikkim, Bhutan, Nepal or Tibet. After a while the girl recovered herself, 'Sister, I am in a big trouble. I am from neighboring country. Got married and came to Mumbai. My name was Kanchi Tamang, after marriage became Kanchi Thapa.' Madam asked, 'Thapa surname should not be Indian. Your husband should also be from the neighboring country.' 'Yes, ma'am.' Kanchi revealed: 'I had a love marriage. I was married to my lover against my parents' wishes. My father is Baahubali. Due to their fear, I and my husband Alok Thapa came to India. Alok started a small scale business. We were getting settled.' 'Where did the trouble come into this?' asked the lawyer madam. 'My best friend Ramola from my own village came to Mumbai for a visit. I invited her to stay at my house. God knows what happened between her and my husband. Even after a month today, she does not take the name of going back. Four days ago I caught them both kissing. I protested. Alok said that Ramola will stay in this house now, if you don't like it, you can go. Sister, where shall I go? You give me justice. I have heard a lot about you. You don't charge poor women.' Kanchi started crying again. 'Okay. I will fight your case, not even a fee; But let me tell you that your case is weak. The law of this country cannot prevent two adults from having sexual intercourse with mutual consent. Of course, you can get a divorce from your husband Alok.' explained sincerely. Kanchi spoke loudly, 'No, I don't want to give Alok a divorce, I want to get the Vantari out of the house.' 'Why did you let that girl stay in your house? That's where you made a big mistake. No wife should keep a younger and more beautiful woman in her house. I prepare the notice. Write down your address.' said sincerely. After two days, Kanchi sent the notice. Reading the notice directly, the first thing he did was to kick Kanchi out of the flat. Kanchi reached the lawyer madam's office crying, 'Sister, I came to you to get Ramola out of the house, but I threw her out of my house!' The madam was disturbed, but she put on an outward calmness and encouraged the client, 'Jo, this is the first pooni in Pashera! Once you step on the steps of the court, there are bound to be obstacles at every step. We will reach everyone. Now we will file not one but two complaints. Of course, your case is weak, but our effort will be weak.' 'What about my stay until then? I don't earn, I don't know anyone. Now the sea is my last refuge…' Kanchi opened and I cried. Madam Dravi, the lawyer, said, 'Are you crying? You come to stay in my house. You do the housework. I will make you my office assistant in future. Say, do you approve of my proposal?' Beggars are not choosers. Kanchi had no other option. She had come to Mumbai with the dream of enjoying the world with her lover, now she was forced to live as a maid in the house of a completely unknown advocate woman. That evening, Parwari, who was in the office, went to his home in earnest, taking Kanchi with him. Her husband Vikasbhai was also a well-known lawyer. He practiced law separately from his wife, earned a lot, was completely professional. When he came to know that this Nepali girl is now going to live in his house, he became very angry. At that time, he did not say anything, but at night he had a big fight in the bedroom. 'Loyalty, you are crossing the line now. You have done many things before, which I did not like. What I don't like at all is your non-professionalism. You don't charge half as much from Asilos. You also take money for typing their documents. Now this was all that was left? A complete stranger, a foreign girl who has been thrown out of the house by her own husband, about whose rites we have no knowledge, is there any need to throw her into our house? Will this kanchi run around with some grunt in the neighborhood and if she gets pregnant we will go to Nepal to find her? I clearly say that I do not like your decision at all. Dispatch him as soon as possible.' Vikas warned. Nishthabehan realized that he had made a mistake. She has offended her husband in the excessive frenzy of doing social service. Now Kanchi cannot be thrown away. He said, 'Kanchi, you sleep in the balcony of the flat. We will give you a thin mat to sleep on and a jug to drink water at night. We will close the balcony door from inside, so that we are not disturbed all night. If you feel any emergency, call me on my mobile.' Kanchi accepted this arrangement. Vikasbhai's anger calmed down to some extent. A month has passed. Once at two o'clock in the night, I fell asleep. There was no husband next to the bed. There was no one in the bathroom either. The astute mind of the lawyer became suspicious. He got up and went to the balcony. The door was open. Vikas' pajama and kanchi salwar were lying in a corner. The old carpet had become a velvet bed. Nishthabehan switched on the balcony light. Throwing a hateful look at the sight he turned back. At that moment he left the house with a few rupees. Spent the rest of the night at the railway station. He came to the city of his pier by paraphrasing the line 'Saverewali gadi mein chale jayenge…'. Today they are settling in life with their own conditions, with their own struggles. Gives one advice to all: 'Never shelter a young, beautiful woman in your house. Even if I knew this, I made a mistake.' } (Title: Shakir Dehlavi)
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A rose bloomed in the desert: Tumse takarae to hua maloom, hadase kushnuma bhi hote hai
