Chapter 23
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Part 24
ASR watched NK & Buaji dance to Reshmi Salwar Kurta Jali Ka, his mouth open.
Mami was the besotted lover following Buaji, praising her roop & her salwar!
Reshmi Salwar Kurta Jali Ka
Roop Saha Nahin Jaaye Nakhare Waali Ka...
Roop Saha Nahin Jaaye Nakhare Waali Ka...
Buaji pushed NK playfully, and he fell on the floor, unable to withstand the strength of her arms.
Ja Re Peecha Chhod Mujh Matavali Ka
Kahe Dhundhe Rastha Kotvali Ka...
Kahe Dhundhe Rastha Kotvali Ka...
ASR turned his head to look at Khushi. She was clapping her hands and laughing merrily, sharing her amusement with her Jiji seated near by.
"Poor Nanheji!" she giggled.
ASR looked down to hide his smile.
Mamaji took the microphone behind the curtain.
"Dear deviyon aur sajjanon, in the khushi of our nephew, Arnav marrying Khushi Bitiyaa and our son, Akash marrying Payaliyaa, my wife and I are going to present before you the timeless classic, 'Pyaar Kiya To Darna Kya'."
All applauded.
Mami snatched the mike from him and said, "But remixed!"
Loud music filled the courtyard. Sasi Gupta almost had a heart attack when he saw Mami in her modern anarkali roop and Mamaji as Salim. Anarkali was wearing sunglasses, and her cap with a feather in it was placed rakishly on her head.
Maine kali ka dil nahin toda, Maine kali se muh nahi moda... Mamaji claimed.
Love ke liye apna sab kuchh chhoda
Main toh kali ka dewaana, mere yaar...
Mami preened.
Main toh kali pe apna dil gaya haar
Main toh kali se karna chaahun ikraar
Chaahe junvaar do lambi lambi dewaar...
Mamaji Salim kneeled at the feet of his Manno-Anarkali!
Maan gaye mughal-e-azam, ishq mein dooba yeh aalam...
Jab what, jab come on, jab chalana, jab kab...
Mami crooked her finger at Mamaji, & he went following her like an obedient puppy.
The guests guffawed at the performance of Payaliyaa's saas & sasur, envious that the girls were going to a jolly family that knew how to let down their hair.
Jab pyar kiya toh darna kya,
Jab pyar kiya toh darna kya
Pyar kiya koi chori nahi ki
Chup chup life mein jeena kya? Mami asked.
Akash sat, absolutely gobsmacked at the dancing skills of his parents. Khushi & Payal clutched their tummies that ached from laughing too much. Nani chuckled at her son & bahuriyya's performance. NK cheered them on.
Buaji almost fell off the chair laughing at Mamaji and Mamiji. She whispered in Arnav's ear, "Your whole family is very mazzakiya, Nandkisore!"
ASR smiled, stealing a look at Khushi's happy, laughing face.
"Our Sanka Devi will fit in just fine!" Buaji laughed.
Arnav smiled in agreement.
The show ended, and many guests were seen to accost Mamaji & Mamiji to congratulate them.
Mittu whistled loudly!
After the furore died down, Preetho's brother called out, "Arnav Jiju, Akash Jiju, it is your turn now!"
ASR looked at Akash.
His face was pale. "Bhai..." he quivered.
Payal looked at Akash with empathy.
Khushi looked at ASR with a naughty challenge in her eyes. "Now what will the Rakshas do?" she asked softly, lifting a brow in question.
ASR looked in to her eyes with intent ones.
The first lines of Main Rang Sharbaton Ka filled the air.
Neend hun main...
Dono mile,
Raat banein...
"Akash..." ASR instructed.
Akash stood up.
Roz yahi,
Maangu dua...
Teri meri, baat banein...
Baat banein...
Khushi found herself pulled by her arm to join ASR on the stage. Akash tugged Payal along with him and joined them to loud applause.
"Kya... kya kar rahe he aap?" Khushi asked, furious. He was not supposed to drag her in to it! She had planned with Preetesh to give the Bhootnath this song to stump him, and here he had trapped her!
The male singer sang,
Main rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
Main rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
Akash held Payal decorously like a good boy, his right hand placed gingerly on her waist, and his left holding her right. Payal placed her left hand on his shoulder, blushing away. They swayed gently in time to the music.
ASR looked deep in to the shocked liquid pools of Khushi's eyes, his eyes speaking to her. She turned away to escape his eyes. Khushi, tum kahan phas gayi? she asked herself.
He caught her hand, and twirled her closer to him.
Mujhe khud mein ghol de toh,
Mere yaar baat ban jaani...
Holding her pressed against his length, trapped in his strong, muscular arms, he looked down at her face, noting her breathlessness, her panic, her helpless reaction to his proximity...
Rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
Main rang sharbaton ka.
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
"Arnavji..." she whispered, the murmur lost in the sound of the music. But he could hear her; he could trace the movement of her plump, pink lips as they formed his name...
"Hhmmm?" he asked. Khushi's eyes were caught by the mild vibration of his throat muscles.
Mujhe khud mein ghol de toh,
Mere yaar baat ban jaani...
She tried to leave him, her heart unable to bear the weight of such sensory overload, her limbs refusing to support her...
Rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
Main rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
He trapped her hand in his, stopping her.
O yaara tujhe pyaar ki,
Baatiyan kya samjhava...
Jaagke ratiyaan roz bitawaan,
Isse aage ab main kya kahun.
O yaara tujhe boldi aakhiyaan,
Sadke jawaan...
Maang le pakiyaan aaj duawaan,
Isse aage ab main kya kahun...
Khushi stood facing away from him. ASR moved closer to her, and stood with his front pressed against her back, his face against hers, his stubbled, rough cheek against her soft one...
She quivered like a trapped bird in his arms, and slowly turned her face to look in to his incendiary eyes.
The female singer sang,
Maine toh dheere se,
Neendon ke dhaage se,
Bandha hai khwab ko tere...
How did the singer know about her dreams of the fiend who tempted her with his bare chest? Khushi wondered, swallowing through a dry throat.
Main na jahaan chahun,
Na aasmaan chahun,
Aaja hisse mein tu mere...
Yes, he was in her hissa! Now the problem was what to do with him!!! Khushi thought, jumping as his hand sneakily crept to her waist, leaving behind a trail of fire.
Thank God for the anarkali, she thought. If it had been a sari, she would have had to carry the imprint of his fingers on her waist all her life like a brand!
The man sang,
Tu dhang chahaton ka...
Main jaise koi naadani...
Her Laad Governaar's lips brushed her ear.
Khushi almost fell down. ASR gathered her closer to him, using her weakness as an excuse.
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
Main rang sharbaton ka.
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
"Arnavji..." she whispered, the murmur lost in the sound of the music. But he could hear her; he could trace the movement of her plump, pink lips as they formed his name...
"Hhmmm?" he asked. Khushi's eyes were caught by the mild vibration of his throat muscles.
Mujhe khud mein ghol de toh,
Mere yaar baat ban jaani...
She tried to leave him, her heart unable to bear the weight of such sensory overload, her limbs refusing to support her...
Rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
Main rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
He trapped her hand in his, stopping her.
O yaara tujhe pyaar ki,
Baatiyan kya samjhava...
Jaagke ratiyaan roz bitawaan,
Isse aage ab main kya kahun.
O yaara tujhe boldi aakhiyaan,
Sadke jawaan...
Maang le pakiyaan aaj duawaan,
Isse aage ab main kya kahun...
Khushi stood facing away from him. ASR moved closer to her, and stood with his front pressed against her back, his face against hers, his stubbled, rough cheek against her soft one...
She quivered like a trapped bird in his arms, and slowly turned her face to look in to his incendiary eyes.
The female singer sang,
Maine toh dheere se,
Neendon ke dhaage se,
Bandha hai khwab ko tere...
How did the singer know about her dreams of the fiend who tempted her with his bare chest? Khushi wondered, swallowing through a dry throat.
Main na jahaan chahun,
Na aasmaan chahun,
Aaja hisse mein tu mere...
Yes, he was in her hissa! Now the problem was what to do with him!!! Khushi thought, jumping as his hand sneakily crept to her waist, leaving behind a trail of fire.
Thank God for the anarkali, she thought. If it had been a sari, she would have had to carry the imprint of his fingers on her waist all her life like a brand!
The man sang,
Tu dhang chahaton ka...
Main jaise koi naadani...
Her Laad Governaar's lips brushed her ear.
Khushi almost fell down. ASR gathered her closer to him, using her weakness as an excuse.
Tu dhang chahaton ka...
Main jaise koi naadani...
Khushi tried to move away, but ASR was in no mood to let her go. He pulled her close to face him, her chest against his, his hand on her waist, his left hand trapping her right one, forcing her left hand to clutch his shoulder and to hang on for life!
Mujhe khud se jod de toh,
Mere yaar baat ban jaani...
Rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani.
In a seductive and wicked imitation of the tame dance that Payal & Akash were doing, ASR nudged Khushi with his legs and hips and made her move in time to the music.
Main rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
The female singer sang,
Tere khayalon se,
Tere khayalon tak,
Mera toh hai aana jaana...
Khushi tried to look away, to hide the weakness in her eyes from him. How did the girl know that her head was stuffed with thoughts of this demon?
Mera toh jo bhi hai,
Tu hi tha tu hi hai,
Baaki jahaan hai begana...
She was going mad, Khushi decided. The baaki jahaan in the song would haul her to the pagalkhana in Agra for swift treatment if she continued to moon over the muscles pressed against her soft bosom...
The man sang,
Tum ek musafir ho,
Main koi raah anjaani...
ASR pulled the squirming Khushi closer to him, using his legs to trap hers, to guide her swaying movements. She fell against him forgetting that they were on a stage, surrounded by all her mamas and chachas and chachis and mamis and bhaiyyas and jijis...
Tum ek musafir ho,
Main koi raah anjaani...
Khushi's arms went around the rakshas, clinging on to him, to his warmth, to his familiar scent, to his safe, hard length...
Mann chah mod de toh,
Mere yaar baat ban jaani...
His hot breath brushed against her forehead, and Khushi shivered in the cool air...
Rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
She lifted her face to look at him. His hot eyes devoured her, slipping down to focus on her parted lips.
Main rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani.
Mujhe khud mein ghol de toh,
Mere yaar baat ban jaani...
Khushi panted, feeling his gaze like a touch, feeling her lips tremble in response...
Rang sharbaton ka,
Tu meethe ghaat ka paani...
The audience went wild with appreciation, applauding till their arms were in danger of falling off. Watching the dance had been like watching a Bollywood movie, full paisa wasool!
Khushi looked at her Laad Governaar and at the crowd, her eyes wide in shock! What had she done just now? Hugged her Rakshas in the presence of all her relations and friends? On a stage? In the full glare of a thousand lights?
Thank God the song had not gone on for a few more minutes, or she would have stood there and enjoyed it when he gave chumban on her cheeks...or her nose... or... or her lips...
Khushi moved away from the dangerous devil, taking rapid steps away from him. He smirked as he followed her.
Khushi almost ran to her chair and fell in to it, deaf to the praise being showered on all four dancers. As she tried to draw a deep breath, her Laad Governaar slipped in to his seat by her.
Her breath hitched and she choked.
ASR leaned closer to rub her back, but Khushi jumped up from her chair. "Pani..." she gasped and beat a hasty retreat from his touch and proximity.
Avoiding as many guests as she could, smiling at all the people who called out words of encouragement, Khushi took refuge in the kitchen.
She gulped down one glass of cool water, dumped the glass on the table nearby, and put her hand on her heart that was thumping madly. What had happened to her? she wondered. How could she have forgotten that she was dancing in the presence of hundreds of guests, her family... She hit her head with her hand.
"Khushi!" The call was soft.
Khushi jumped.
He looked down at her flustered face with serious eyes.
Khushi stared at her rakshas, feeling the very air in the kitchen thicken, prevent her from drawing in much needed air...
ASR moved in with the swiftness of a snake.
His hot lips brushed against hers, first gently... and then hard...
After a few moments, he lifted his head to look down at her flushed face, the trembling lips, her shut eyes...
"Khushi..."
Her lashes lifted.
"Your lips are like the petals of a rose... a red rose... sweet..." he whispered, the last words breathed against her lips.
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