Lingering Moments...IPK3 The Untold Saga...Chapter 37
As Hima and I discussed earlier, the personailities do not change overnight, they always undergo a slow transition. So Advay Chandni have not lost their traits, they still do fight
In this episode, AdNi are caught up in super conflicting emotions. All Chandni's insecurities around the earlier half smile surfacing.
Advay had known the differences in their upbringing, their environment and their temperament could bring issues. But the shrewd businessman is finding it difficult to manage his home-front.
I myself found it quite challenging to exactly do justice to a woman's insecurities and a man's frustration when he is simply unable to understand those.
When Advay parked and got out from the car, the security came right after him but he dismissed them. He opened the door for Chandni and she stepped out.
Silently both walked together through a plush resort. People saluted him and he nodded back in acknowledgement. Chandni was too baffled and very excited to question anything. On the backside, there were concrete steps leading to cultivated garden of palm and coconut trees and green vegetation. Chandni was immediately pleased to see the beautifully designed landscape. They climbed down the steps and walked silently on the tiled road taking them through to a white sandy beach and vibrant vast expanse of grey and orange gold sea. White surf capped waves rolled into their view as salt danced in the air.
Chandni gasped in awe, reaching out for Dev's hand spontaneously in her mystified excitement. She had once been the sad Chandni coming here having lost everything in life. But now she was not that grown up Chandni any more! Suddenly she had reverted back to that young Chandu Dev's memories brought again and again to him. Her gentle clasp on his hand gave him a feeling like she was grasping directly on his heart. The sensation came back to him again same as he felt in childhood and he wondered how she could possibly affect him so explicitly even after so many years.
Out of their own volition, his fingers curled around hers in the same always assuring' grasp she had come to trust since childhood. His thumb ran absentmindedly back and forth across the back of her hand. Another few minutes passed as they moved farther from the resort. Together they stowed their shoes on the sand without losing their clutch. It sealed their bodies tighter, their souls together wrapping them in serene layers of salt, sand, and love.
They continued walking and no one mentioned the gesture. She glanced down for a moment and then she squeezed gently. With a gentle tug, she swung their hands back and forth same as when they were little kids and walked along the Ganges shore or through the woods almost every day.
He had had a lot of girls in his bed till now; but had never ever done something so very innocent as he had done with her...just her and nobody else.
"It feels kind of strange being with you like this after so many years", she admitted as they walked towards the water, the beach sand getting wet under their feet.
It was dusk already...The sun lingered on the west horizon watching the long lost childhood lovers finding each other once again. The evening glow reflected off the water turning the ocean into a bed of gold and glittering gems. Both hungrily took in a breathtaking view.
"Does it?", Dev asked. Oddly, he felt it too. Known...familiar...yet unfamiliar like lost and found after a very long time.
"Yeah! Normally there are so many... emotions flaring between us when we every time see each other, but this time it feels different."
Dev realized she meant both the sensual, loving ones and the violently conflicting ones!
"Maybe we're learning to be comfortable around one another?, " Dev offered with a small smile, as he didn't know what else to say.
A lot had happened...She had proclaimed herself to be his and his alone...He was now feeling relieved that he didn't have to make a choice between the real mother and a deserving mother for the baby... ...She had urged him to wait patiently for their loving union's outcome taking the pressure out from their everyday relation.
"Yeah, I suppose that's it. But it feels like maybe something more too." Chandu spoke looking lost at the vast ocean.
It was a totally vague statement...very typical of Chandu...He didn't want to prod her for anything more. He was happy that she mentioned what she felt. Maybe even she could not fathom the feeling...it was awkwardly foreign to them.
They walked in silence for a little while molding their movements together, their bodies syncing into an easy rhythm they always found in their love making.
Advay was lost in deep thoughts, 'Be it Making love, be it morning sit out on terrace, be it this kind of walk along the beach...be it his guitar music or his breathing or the tempo of his heartbeat...Everything was based on a primordial rhythm...a rhythm that could not be fit into all rational mathematical algorithms he plotted in his brain and on his computer all the time. I can mathematically calculate the orbit of comets but I can't calculate the range of these feelings of pure unadulterated content...without having to do anything great or big... it was so small...just being with her...on the sea shore...in comfortable silence.'
At one point, suddenly Chandu left Dev's hand and ran in the water. She bent happily and picked some surf and water from the waves in her palm... But it slipped through her hands, making her feel sad...
Why is happiness always like this?... You wanted to hold it to you forever, but it slipped from your fingers without your wanting to, sometimes even without your knowing to...'
She looked at the lines of her fate on her empty palm. How I wish I could rewrite everything of my life... right from all those childhood instances of Dev and me... everything that I did or I said to him... everything that he did or he said to me...How I wish I could make a fresh start once again!'
Dev walked up to her looking quizzically at her forlorn expressions... He questioned her desolate look with a shake of his head and raising his brows... She smiled weakly at him shaking her head in denial of any sadness...He gently wrapped her arm around her and brought her back on the sand.
Both sat on the wet sand watching the sun sinking in the water leaving the ocean glittering gold; his hand now wrapped around her shoulders, while his palm absent-mindedly caressed her arm up and down softly, gently.
Chandni felt the peace, too and somehow his caress without any sensuality in it, just pure innocent love, encouraged her heart. Should I ask him as I thought in the morning? Maybe there's a very valid explanation or maybe he has some surprise planned for me which he hasn't disclosed yet. When can I ask if not now? Maybe he hasn't realized that I have been hurting. He will apologize and the matter will end.
"May I ask you something?" She asked gently, almost a whisper.
What's it? His quizzical eyebrows asked her as he turned his face to her.
"Why were you so angry when I took your work call? I wasn't meaning any harm, you know?"
Advay was taken aback by this sudden query. Long time had passed after that and suddenly she was bringing it up now and being so tentative about it. Out of nowhere, he had the urge to tease her.
"Of course! It's work! What do you understand in it to be able to answer anything on call?"
His tone was teasing, yet Chandni felt like he had slapped her. She got up in a flash, as if she had touched fire and burnt herself.
Advay didn't understand the sudden change at all.
"If I don't understand anything, you should have just let me be. Why did you come back for me? Why did you insist on marrying me?"
Now where had this come from? Work call answering ...How could it relate in any way to their being married? Advay got up himself and bent his head down on her, "What's the matter with you? Abhi achchi thee, abhi theekhi mirchi!" (Just now she was all fine, suddenly she turns into spicy chili ready to fight)
His tone, though innocent, fuelled her anger further. "Me? I am Theekhi mirchi? And what about your being volcano all the time?...
Her voice reached highest pitch in its angry octave. "Your work, your brother, your sister...everything is always about your sphere... Each of them...And where do I stand? Just for body pleasure? That's the sphere for me, right?" Chandni spat out.
Now, Advay lost it! It was such a low remark to make! "Enough, Chandni!" He thundered, "Watch your mouth! And take back what you just said!"
"What else am I allowed to do?"
Chandni stomped away, angry tears burning her eyes. Advay watched still stunned in anger, desperately figuring out what exactly she had said and what she meant by it? Brother, sister? Where was she coming from?
Chandni walked fast, sobbing, agony gripping her heart... She looked at the vast golden ocean...
Her heart screamed, 'Why? Why are you like this? So calm on the surface and violent power inside in strong currents... Why is love like that? So fulfilling, so happy on surface and yet burning, hurting, choking inside... robbing you of everything you have ...even your individuality.'
In anger, she stumbled over something, losing her footing... "Careful! Dev's frustrated roar fell into her ears as his strong arms gripped her. "Koi bhi kaam kabhi theek se nahi karegi! Hamesha chot lagwaake leti hai!" (You never do any task properly! Always manage to get hurt)
"Yes! I never do anything properly! I am dumb...I am duffer...I am not a multi Ph. D. like you... leave me!" Chandni pulled herself out of his grip and ran away angrily.
Advay was losing it more and more by every passing minute. He never ever thought of her as dumb or duffer. He respected her for knowledge, her understanding. This claim was totally false.
"Chandni, Stop!"
She kept running ... suddenly she saw an exit from the beach and ran towards it. Advay had to go back for his shoes. By the time, he caught up to her, she had stopped a lone taxi available on road. She was about to get inside, when Advay pulled her back by her arm.
"Chandni, Stop it! You don't know what you are saying!"
"I know! I am not a duffer, Ok! I am not allowed to speak in your work calls. I am not supposed to interfere when you talk to your brother, I am not supposed to say anything if you are talking with your sister..."
"Rubbish! That's just pure rubbish, utter nonsense! Come to the car."
"No!"
"Chandni, I am not discussing this open on the road like this! You are coming to the car just now."
"You'll never ever discuss it, I know. I know where I stand with you. I am going, you can't stop me.."
"Enough!"
Decibel crashed the sound barrier. Chandni was stunned...suddenly pulled out from her hysteria.
"Madam, do you want to come or not? My meter is running here!" The cab driver yelled. He was running a risk already.
Advay's face was thunder as he gave a murderous look to the driver. Without a word, the man put the meter back up and drove away. Advay's security brought his car near them as they stood angrily looking at each other.
Advay took a long breath to calm himself and walked to the driver's seat taking the key from the driver. He paused for a second before getting into car.
"Chandni, get inside! End of!"
His voice had such absolute angry authority that she dropped her resistance and got into the car though totally unwilling. He and his anger, all the time!
She was shaking with anger herself and fumbled with the seat belt.
He leaned over to help her buckle.
"Mujhe seat belt lagana aata hai!" Chandni screeched in anger. (I can put the seat belt on!)
He retreated giving a long sigh. Just a while back, she had allowed him to do it. She knew, it was his way of showing his care for her. But now she had locked herself in anger cocoon.
Chandni somehow managed to buckle herself. Her tears were stubborn, she didn't want them to flow...not especially at this moment in front of Dev; but they did! Same as she pushed away Dev, she wiped off her tears angrily with the back of her palm willing to not let them flow again.
But today, they had their own will! Suddenly, they sprang back in her eyes as she thought of her bathroom song...How happily she had called him mad for choosing her who was not worthy...the whole mess had started when he had almost yelled at her for taking his call next morning. He called her oscillating... didn't he fluctuate from sweet lovemaking to sudden anger? She wiped her new tears angrily once again.
All that I am asking is one small sorry... That will do everything ok... But no! He wants to mock me, tease me, ridicule me! As if, my feelings don't count at all. New tears sprang to her eyes and again she angrily wiped them off almost hurting her eyes.
Quietly, he watched her fighting with her tears. He hated it! He hated her tears. He hated when he couldn't hold her as she cried, when he couldn't wipe those tears. He genuinely wanted to understand where she was coming from? Why was she suddenly, out of nowhere, so very upset? Upset to a degree that she sounded illogical in all her talk. He felt lost as to how to approach her. Maybe the focus on driving would sort his mind.
"Chandni... please understand! You are getting the whole thing wrong!" He spoke patiently as he pulled away, accelerating on the road.
"Please try and understand my perspective. The work calls are diverse and extremely critical. They can be from abroad regarding the government security projects I do. There is a risk that you may pick up a call and give some decision without fully realizing the impact of it. You got my lecture cancelled which was wrong of you; though you did it in good intention. The students have exam this week. That lecture was important for them because I had put in leave of absence for our honeymoon to the Dean. In your perspective, my sleep was important. For me and also for them, my completing their required portion was important. In my security projects I don't want them to assume that it's enough to talk to you or relay a message to you, the way Drake assumed that day."
Chandni listened to him though nothing much sank in her angry brain.
"Regarding my family, I strongly believe that be it Naani, be it Maasi, be it Pooja... each one of them has a right on me...out of your love for me, you must not violate their right... And then these are the people who have been teaching me right and wrong, pointing out my flaws to me...that keeps me on right track always.
It doesn't mean you are out of the sphere or anything. Tomorrow, even you can scold me. You can point out my flaws. You have the right, too.
I stop you, only when you're trying to justify me out of love... That's your habit, Chandu! You justified Indrani in similar blind faith. I don't want you to fall in that kind of trap, ever again! Not even for me!
Regarding Miku, I scold him because I want him to be on right path. He cannot live life being a prankster as he had been. If I am not strict, he'll be the same as he was with Abba and Ammi...You can go ahead and love Miku as much as you want but don't protect his wrong doings."
They had reached home and he pulled the car in front of the door expecting her to say something in response.
Chandni had her own defense but she was too angry at the moment to say anything. She did not realize herself, where all this anger sprung from? She chose to keep silent for the moment instead of getting into argument and counter argument, now that they had reached home. Quietly, she unbuckled herself, opened the door and got out.
Advay was left dumbstruck in his seat. He had made a sincere effort to explain his perspective, but sometimes Chandni was just irrational, refusing to listen to anything.
The memory of his shuddhikaran pooja flashed in his mind. She had called him evil-minded. When he was taking his revenge, she had cursed him as orphan who would never get a family.
Today, again she had made some false claim and had chosen to walk away without any discussion. And in spite of everything , he still loved her!
"Chandni!" He tried calling out behind her but she was already in the middle of the family crowding her from all sides. Everybody fussed on her...asking her about her venture of barefoot walk alone... About Ganesha darshan first time...about being left in the middle of the road...about her outing with her hubby on sea shore...
"Mad girl you are! You teach Aadi that God is within you and then you go barefoot to temple from Here to Siddhivinayak troubling that body of yours... You think this is Allahabad or what? This is Mumbai, beta...there are risks on road.", Naani gently slapped Chandni's cheek for her brash ways.
"True Naani, I am mad, I put all of you in tension, I am sorry!". She caught her ears. Everybody laughed.
"Paagal hai par cute hai! She's my katto!" (She's mad but she's cute) Advay joined the group smiling towards her to urge her with his eyes... at least now that she was in the family group, she would come out of her cocoon and connect with him.
Chandni smiled extra wide at Naani, "I'll just freshen up and come, Naani. I have been out the whole day, feel grimy."
Without any response to Advay, Chandni excused herself from the group and left for her room.
Advay sadly watched her leaving him once again. He remembered once long before, in Allahabad, she had lashed out at him in anger ... So harsh, so cutting...about being an orphan...it had brought tears to his eyes...
When he had thrown her out, she had lashed out at him saying Aap jaisa dushman bhagwan dushman ko bhi na de! (an enemy like him should not be given to enemies also) .
Why was she like that only to him and to no one else ever! There was a sad complaint in his eyes.
Chandni's eyes were sad, too! I don't mind if others call me dumb but it hurts so much when he treats me like that. Why just him?
Naani and Pooja gestured at each other with their eyes, 'What has happened now?' Both were tired of this duo... so very much in love and yet always fighting! Both winked and smiled, they knew they would sort themselves out by morning.
Hope you guys enjoyed the garama garam (hot) fight between lovers. Understnading a man's world is not easy for a woman and understanding a woman's heart is not easy for a man.
The dialogue, "Paagal hai par cute hai", I just couldn't resist putting in. Loved Barun as Arnav in IPK1 in that holy drunk shot where he says it ... the superb delivery and his expressions.
Do not fluster yourself over their fight...as Naani and Pooja gestured, these two fight and then get together again in superb lovemaking session.
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binc0802 @binc0802
5 years ago
Yes Neha music matters. Though I don't understand some lyrics, I hear hindi songs. Yes that scene is beautifully done by both but song is not appropriate.
Neha @Loving2Missing2
+ 2
5 years ago
You know what, Hima? Even I sometimes don't understand the Urdu parts of songs... but it's the voice that hits you, isn't it?The way Atif Aslam Sings the last part, even without understanding the meaning, you understand the feeling...communication in music always breaks barriers of language..." maloom hai jaha dard hai, vaha kyun jaayeWhen you know there's pain there, why go there?Vahi kashm-kash vahi uljhaneThe same mental conflicts, the same dilemmasVahi Tees Kyun laayeWhy bring back the throbbing pain of an old rotten wound back again...A very similar experience is the Tanhaaiyaaan title song... Hai KAshish, ya khalal, ya hai khala...even I did not know the small connotation meaning difference in the three, but the voice and the music had captured my heart.Another one I hugely like is Yeh Laal Ishque by Arijit singh...It's Sanjay Bhansali music composition...a simple beauty... like I was thinking... the song must have been made sometime earlier...uniquely...without any connection to the picturisation then... The bell ringing in the back ground has been used so effectively! And Arijit sings it to his best... most soulful golden voice... making full justice to the song...When IPK3 was on, me and some of my very sweet, very close friends had discussed the roka scene... the beauty of the emotions portrayed by Barun and Shivani... that single tear flowing down her cheeks, as she caught hold of the Dupatta and looked at it, understanding that she was marked...But the song selection marred the mood...mostly due to the rhythm of the music... It was Laal Dupatta ud gaya re mera hava ke jhoke se"... just because Dupatta was common...Myself and Priyu had sincerely believed, they should have taken Laal Ishque...the lyrics would suit better, the music would suit that mood of both realising the importance of the act...the rhythm would sync
Loving2Missing22019-02-20 08:13:54
Neha @Loving2Missing2
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5 years ago
It's amazing, isn't it... a man so soft , so mild in his inner core that he feels hate is a strong word...the same man portrays a revenge seeking angry Character to such absolute perfectionThis man will never leave my heart! His story lingers in my mind...Lingering Moments!The portrayal... subdued, yet pronounced
Loving2Missing22019-02-19 19:47:11
Neha @Loving2Missing2
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5 years ago
I need just 2 more likes on Chapter 37 and then in a moment, immediately you'll get Chapter 38... Love that goes angry! Chandni bears the brunt of Advay's anger as she sees love in it.All lovely sweet readers, please bear with me in this wait of ours!
Loving2Missing22019-02-19 22:20:08
Neha @Loving2Missing2
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5 years ago
Please do not miss episode 74(ch 4)... Advay laughs after 16 years... redemption for Sasha which never happened in the show... Episodes with english translations for hindi dialogues . The feeling same as watching episode with subtitles.Do hit like on each page of the story postChapter4Such Sweet lovers!
Loving2Missing22019-02-18 10:11:04
Neha @Loving2Missing2
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5 years ago
Same as Nivedita, we all love this AdNi couple to bits!And now, I am mad in love with this sweet couple as I am updating one by one all chapters right from the first one, with English translation for Hindi dialogues.The scenes, the convo are so good, I feel a tickle in my mind. The passionate lovemaking scenes so beautiful between the loving pair,...no words!Requesting all to enjoy their happiness. After all, I am putting in these efforts specially for the sweet story followers here on this thread who find Hindi foreign and can't understand.Looking forward to your hitting like button and posting your comments there.Chapter 1 to 3 are done, pls do enjoy! link available on 1st page/ my posts the update here will be delayed in accordance with earlier update taking priority.
Nivedita14 @Nivedita14
5 years ago
Beautiful update!!Love this mad couple to bits!!
binc0802 @binc0802
5 years ago
Yes I totally agree with you. With the transition they understand their feelings about each other more but their character traits won't change. That doesn't mean they don't love each other. Here I don't know who is wrong and right. Both of their thinking is right here in their respective view. I love this update because it's very real and some what close to our life. This dilemma happens in day to day life. Love you for your continuous updates. I try to understand songs. Mine Hindi is not that much good. I understand dialogues but I don't understand songs totally.