14-10-2025, 07:10 PM
Saga 8 - Scene 2 - Usman Bhai - The Return of the Gangster (Non sex scene)
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Usman stood like a king in the heart of the celebration, accepting the fearful respect of the men who approached him. He felt the familiar fire of power in his veins, a fire Dipa had reignited. He turned, a possessive smile on his face, to share a look with his queen, but she was gone. The space beside him was empty.
Usman: Sabina! Where is Dipa?
Sabina, who was talking with some other women, looked around, confused.
Sabina: She was just here with you. Maybe she went to the ladies' area.
Usman: No. Go and check. Find her.
He pushed through the crowd, his eyes scanning every face. The music seemed louder now, grating. He went back to the shadows behind the food tent. She wasn't there.
Usman: (his voice louder now, an edge of panic creeping in) Dipa! Where are you?
People began to notice. The whispers started. The king was looking for his queen. He strode back to the main area, his gangster composure beginning to crack. He grabbed Karim's arm, his grip strong.
Usman: Have you seen my woman?
Karim: No, Bhai. Not since you walked back in with her. Is everything alright?
Usman didn't answer. He shoved past him, his search becoming more frantic, his calls more desperate. He was no longer a king holding court; he was just an old man, lost and terrified. He circled the entire wedding area, his heart hammering against his ribs. She was nowhere. She had simply vanished.
He came to a stop in the middle of the noisy celebration, the sounds of laughter and music fading into a dull, meaningless roar. He stood there, alone, the cold reality crashing down on him with the force of a physical blow.
He remembered her words, spoken with such gentle pity what felt like a lifetime ago, on that first day she had come to his hut. "I will stay with you for ten days," she had said. "I will stay until I am sure you are healthy."
It was the tenth day.
Sabina came to his side, her face pale with dawning understanding.
Sabina: Usman? Someone is calling.
He didn't respond. With a sigh, Sabina picked up the phone. She saw the unknown number and was about to dismiss it, but something made her answer.
Sabina: Hello?
A voice, sweet and clear as a temple bell, came through the speaker. Dipa. Sabina’s breath caught in her throat.
Sabina: Dipa beti? Is that you?
At the sound of her name, Usman’s head turned slowly, Sabina immediately put the phone on speaker and held it out to him.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi. It’s me. How is… how is he?
Usman: (his voice a dry, broken whisper) Dipa?
Dipa: Yes, Usman. It’s me.
Usman: You… you left. You walked away. You are gone.
The pain in his voice was a raw, open wound.
Dipa: I know. I am sorry if it hurt you. But you must understand the purpose of my visit.
Usman: Purpose? The purpose was to save me. And you did. And then you killed me again.
Dipa: No, Usman. The purpose was to make you strong enough to live on your own. I told you from the beginning. Ten days. I came to help you get well, to bring you back to life. And I did. I saw you at the wedding. You are not a sick man anymore. You are Usman Bhai. You are strong. You are healthy. My work was done.
Usman: Healthy? I am nothing without you. The strength you gave me… it was your strength, not mine. It left with you. Come back, Dipa. Please. I am begging you. I cannot live without my love.
His voice broke, a pathetic, desperate sob. Dipa was silent for a moment on the other end of the line.
Dipa: I cannot come back to live there, Usman. I have a family. A son. A husband. That was never the promise.
Usman: Then what is the promise now? That I should just die?
Dipa: No. The promise now is different. You can stand on your own. But I know… I know you will feel lonely sometimes. The nights will be long. The memories will be painful.
Usman: Every moment is painful without you.
Dipa: Then listen to me. Whenever you feel lonely… whenever the sadness becomes too much… you can visit me. Anytime.
A stunned silence filled the hut. Usman stared at the phone, his mind struggling to process her words.
Usman: Visit… you? At your house?
Dipa: Yes. My home is open to you. You are my… my dearest friend. And I do not abandon my friends. When you feel the need, you can come to me. And I will take care of you.
Usman: Anytime?
Dipa: Anytime.
Usman: I will… I will come soon, Dipa.
Dipa: I will be waiting. Take care of yourself, Usman. And take care of Chachi.
The line went dead. Usman continued to stare at the phone, a fragile, hopeful smile beginning to form on his lips. He was not abandoned. He was not alone. His love had not forsaken him.
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Usman stood like a king in the heart of the celebration, accepting the fearful respect of the men who approached him. He felt the familiar fire of power in his veins, a fire Dipa had reignited. He turned, a possessive smile on his face, to share a look with his queen, but she was gone. The space beside him was empty.
Usman: Sabina! Where is Dipa?
Sabina, who was talking with some other women, looked around, confused.
Sabina: She was just here with you. Maybe she went to the ladies' area.
Usman: No. Go and check. Find her.
He pushed through the crowd, his eyes scanning every face. The music seemed louder now, grating. He went back to the shadows behind the food tent. She wasn't there.
Usman: (his voice louder now, an edge of panic creeping in) Dipa! Where are you?
People began to notice. The whispers started. The king was looking for his queen. He strode back to the main area, his gangster composure beginning to crack. He grabbed Karim's arm, his grip strong.
Usman: Have you seen my woman?
Karim: No, Bhai. Not since you walked back in with her. Is everything alright?
Usman didn't answer. He shoved past him, his search becoming more frantic, his calls more desperate. He was no longer a king holding court; he was just an old man, lost and terrified. He circled the entire wedding area, his heart hammering against his ribs. She was nowhere. She had simply vanished.
He came to a stop in the middle of the noisy celebration, the sounds of laughter and music fading into a dull, meaningless roar. He stood there, alone, the cold reality crashing down on him with the force of a physical blow.
He remembered her words, spoken with such gentle pity what felt like a lifetime ago, on that first day she had come to his hut. "I will stay with you for ten days," she had said. "I will stay until I am sure you are healthy."
It was the tenth day.
Sabina came to his side, her face pale with dawning understanding.
Sabina: Usman? Someone is calling.
He didn't respond. With a sigh, Sabina picked up the phone. She saw the unknown number and was about to dismiss it, but something made her answer.
Sabina: Hello?
A voice, sweet and clear as a temple bell, came through the speaker. Dipa. Sabina’s breath caught in her throat.
Sabina: Dipa beti? Is that you?
At the sound of her name, Usman’s head turned slowly, Sabina immediately put the phone on speaker and held it out to him.
Dipa: Yes, Chachi. It’s me. How is… how is he?
Usman: (his voice a dry, broken whisper) Dipa?
Dipa: Yes, Usman. It’s me.
Usman: You… you left. You walked away. You are gone.
The pain in his voice was a raw, open wound.
Dipa: I know. I am sorry if it hurt you. But you must understand the purpose of my visit.
Usman: Purpose? The purpose was to save me. And you did. And then you killed me again.
Dipa: No, Usman. The purpose was to make you strong enough to live on your own. I told you from the beginning. Ten days. I came to help you get well, to bring you back to life. And I did. I saw you at the wedding. You are not a sick man anymore. You are Usman Bhai. You are strong. You are healthy. My work was done.
Usman: Healthy? I am nothing without you. The strength you gave me… it was your strength, not mine. It left with you. Come back, Dipa. Please. I am begging you. I cannot live without my love.
His voice broke, a pathetic, desperate sob. Dipa was silent for a moment on the other end of the line.
Dipa: I cannot come back to live there, Usman. I have a family. A son. A husband. That was never the promise.
Usman: Then what is the promise now? That I should just die?
Dipa: No. The promise now is different. You can stand on your own. But I know… I know you will feel lonely sometimes. The nights will be long. The memories will be painful.
Usman: Every moment is painful without you.
Dipa: Then listen to me. Whenever you feel lonely… whenever the sadness becomes too much… you can visit me. Anytime.
A stunned silence filled the hut. Usman stared at the phone, his mind struggling to process her words.
Usman: Visit… you? At your house?
Dipa: Yes. My home is open to you. You are my… my dearest friend. And I do not abandon my friends. When you feel the need, you can come to me. And I will take care of you.
Usman: Anytime?
Dipa: Anytime.
Usman: I will… I will come soon, Dipa.
Dipa: I will be waiting. Take care of yourself, Usman. And take care of Chachi.
The line went dead. Usman continued to stare at the phone, a fragile, hopeful smile beginning to form on his lips. He was not abandoned. He was not alone. His love had not forsaken him.
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