FF : Bas Pyar Ho Gaya | Part 32 pg 153 updt 11.12. 2016 - Page 84

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Krishnaji is so understanding but want soon that her golu son share his true feelings with Priya but she was right that Ram needs some time to understand his feelings and seems this trip to Pune can be fruitful and hope the real culprits behind Geeta accident also punished.

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Dadi... Mamu kis ke saath shaadi karenge? Asked an over enthusiastic Pihu, jumping on the back seat of the car speeding across the roads of New Mumbai towards Pune.

Mami ke sath... smiled Krishnaji..

Aur ek mummy? Pihu asked in surprise...

Nahi baby.. Mummy nahi .. Mami.. matlab Mama ke wife.. Priya explained as she prepared to halt in front of the toll booth in Pune Mumbai expressway.

Ram sat beside her, working on important emails on his Ipad. Krishnaji made an attempt to read the cover story of a popular women's magazine, whenever Pihu allowed her to do so.

As soon as the car reached the Mumbai Pune express way, Priya changed gears and increased the speed to above 80 km/hr. Ram looked up to her for a milisecond, and again got engrossed in his emails. The activities at the back seat had calmed down, with Pihu dosing off to sleep on Krishnaji's lap.

Music on karoon? Priya asked Ram softly... Tujhe disturb hoga kya?

Nahi nahi... Ram said smiling.. Carry on.

She requested Ram to play a CD of a collection of Gulzar sahab's songs. She loved driving on this road, one of the best expressways in the country, and the company and Gulzar sahab's immortal lyrics added to that pleasure.

Soon they were approaching Lonavala ; and Priya was anxious to see how Ram would react . She however did not express anything externally, and drove on as casually as possible. As the car sped across the deadly spot, which had claimed Geeta's life a few years ago, she could see Ram closing his eyes , with his eyebrows twitched . It took them a few seconds to cross that spot, and Ram opened his eyes a few minutes after that. He heaved a deep sigh, took a small sip of water, and glanced vaguely out of the windows..

Jo guzar gayi... kal ki baat thi...

Umr toh nahi.. ek raat thi..

Raat ka sira agar.. phir mile kahi..

Meri awaz hi pehchan hai... gar yaad rahe...

Brilliant... Priya whispered to herself.. as the soulful voice of Bhupinder Singh filled the air.

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Welcome Mrs Kapoor... Mrs Kulkarni pulled Krishnaji into a hug in the lobby of J W Marriott in Pune, where the wedding was to take place. She personally escorted them into their rooms, two adjacent suites had been booked for them . As Mrs Kulkarni took her leave, she specially thanked Priya , she knew it was Priya who would have persuaded Ram for coming to Pune. Priya acknowledged her with a smile.

Most of the guests had been put up in the same hotel, and before even the Kapoors could freshen up, a gang of Geeta's cousins barged into their room. They had arranged for an "informal sangeet" later in the evening, and wanted Ram and Priya to take part in the ceremony.

We have a couple's theme this time.. one of them quipped... We want couples to perform together .. dance... music .. or anything else ..

Arey thik hai par mujhe yeh sab nahi aata .. a seemingly disinterested Ram said.. making a poker face..

Nahi nahi Jiju.. aap aur Priya di ko kuch karna hi padhega... The gang of girls chattered around and refused to leave before they got a yes from them..

Okay okay.. hum kuch karenge.. Priya said finally and the gang of girls giggled and thanked and left the room.

Uffo Priya... Mujhse nahi hota yeh sab you know.. .. Tu hi kuch kar lena..

Arey... suna nahi .. couple theme hai.. we both need to perform together!

No way... Ram said emphatically... I am not doing anything! Tujhe kuch karna hai toh akele kar le..

Okay.. .. Phir let me say no to them... She spoke calmly as she walked towards the intercom... Jaha sab couples rahenge waha mujhe akele kuch nahi karna...

Uffo Priya... sun toh sahi... Ram said holding her hands from the back... Dekh na mujhe gaana aata hai na dance..kya karon main... please try to understand

Priya turned round to face him... Tujhe na dance karni hai... na gaana gana hai.. You just do whatever I tell you .. okay?

Arey par karna kya hai.. He asked anxiously..

Baad mein batati hoon ... trust me .. its very easy .. She smiled and walked into the adjacent suite to give Pihu a bath ..

Suspense queen... Ram muttered to himself as he went to refresh himself!

After lunch, Ram was lying lazily on the bed , in a mood to take a quick afternoon nap when Priya handed him a piece of paper. As soon as Ram looked at it he screamed aloud.. Ore Baba... yeh nahi hoga mujhse.. Mr Bachchan ka piece hai yaar ..

Toh kya hua .. you can do it!

Arey nahi yaar.. tujhe pata hai na.. yeh sab shayari waghera .. I just cant!

Arey I am sure you can.. Bas tera problem hai ke tu bohot mechanically bolta hai! Thoda feel karke soch... just close our eyes... think of a situation you can relate to the lines you are speaking... and then all will be done!

Par Priya...

Please Ram... Tu mere liye itna nahi kar sakta? She pleaded..

Okay... I will try! Par agar koi goof up hui toh don't blame me later .. he warned...

Okay .. done... She smiled..

Ram looked at the paper and nodded his head like a schoolboy who didn't like his home work! His plans for an afternoon nap had gone for a toss, as he looked at the lines on the paper that he needed to mug up.

In the evening, all close relatives and friends from the groom's side had gathered in the banquet hall for the sangeet. There was a live band ready at the centre stage, and the program started with the ladies singing their traditional songs in chorus. The couple program followed that, one by one couples came to the centre stage, some sang, some danced, some enacted in small skits. Then came the turn of Mr and Mrs Kapoor, Ram and Priya walked on to the stage amidst loud cheer . Priya walked on towards the band and whispered... B flat please..

The chords started flowing... And Ram took the mike and closed his eyes trying to concentrate hard... He remembered Priya's instructions... He must feel it ... before uttering...

Main... aur mere tanhayi... aksar yahi batein karte hai..

He started in a tentative voice... Taking care to maintain a correct amount of pause between his lines...

Ke agar tum hoti toh kaisa hota..

Geeta's face flashed across his eyes as he continued...

Tum yeh kehti.. tum woh kehti...

Tum us baat pe hairan hoti... Tum is baat pe kitni hasti ..

Tum hoti toh aisa hota... Tum hoti toh waisa hota..

Main aur mere tanhayi.. aksar yahi baatein karte hai...

His voice almost drowned in a big round of applause as Priya started her part...

Yeh kaha ... Aa gaye hum... Yuhi saath saath chalte...

Teri bahaon mein hai janam ... mere jism o jaan pighalte...

Priya's well pitched voice brought life to the song...as she continued effortlessly...

The initial applause had given Ram some confidence as he eagerly awaited his part...

Ram closed his eyes and started again...

Yeh raat hai... ya tumhari zulfein khuli hui hai..

A familiar face crept across his eyes as he spoke...he could see himself drying her hair with a dryer...in Badi mausi's house in Delhi...

Hai chandni... ya tumhari nazron se meri ratein dhuli hui hai...

Faint memories of the judgement day when he got drunk flashed across his eyes...He saw himself... lying on the bed with those intent pair of eyes leaning onto him...

Yeh chaand hai.. ya tumhara kangan..

He remembered putting Dadi's kangan in her hands in Gurdaspur ..

Sitarein hai ya tumhara aanchal...

He could see her aanchal waving in the wind on the terrace of Kapoor Mansion on the night of Karva Chauth, the saree that he got for her on that occasion...

Hawa ka jhoka hai ya tumhare badan ki khushboo..

He remembered the mesmerizing fragrance of her... so close to him as he tried to put ice in her kurta in sheer playfulness...

Hai patti o ki yeh sarsarahat... ya tumne chupke se kuch kaha hai...

His memories went back to the holi day, when he had complained to her of not talking to him, and she had whispered ... "agey se aisa kabhi nahi hoga".. with her face buried onto his chest...

It was PRIYA all around... Every line that he spoke was related to some incidence or the other that had transpired between them...

He was startled ...as if some electric shock has passed through his body... He opened his eyes and stared at Priya... unable to speak his lines anymore...

The background music played on ... Comm'on Ram... Priya whispered .. you are doing good... agey bol...trying to encourage him..

He still looked at her ... bewildered at the scenes that flashed across his mind...

Kya hua Jiju... please continue ki jiye na... shouted one voice from the crowd...

This time... he looked at Priya as he continued...he could not afford to close his eyes anymore...

Yeh sochta hoon main kabse gumshum..

Jabki mujhko bhi yeh khabar hai

Ke tum nahin ho, kahin nahi ho...

Magar yeh dil hai ke keh raha hai..

Ke tum yahi ho... yahi kahi ho...

In front of his eyes lay a picture of his bedroom, one side table had a picture of himself with Geeta and Pihu, and another side table had the Karva chauth pictures of him with Priya!

The crowd burst into loud cheer as Priya continued with the song...

Tu Badan hai ... main hoon saaya.. Tu na ho toh main kaha hoon...

Mujhe pyar karnewale ... tu jaha hai main waha hoon..

Humein milna hi tha humdum isi raah se nikalte...

Ram on the other hand was in a state of shock and disbelief... so much uncomfortable he was to continue more that he apologized to all , feigned a head ache and excused himself of the last few lines of the poem. The crowd was anyways too happy, Ram jiju toh bohot romantic nikle... was the general comments..as Priya kept on smiling and blushing. The sangeet program had more items in queue, and then there was an elaborate dinner arranged. Ram wanted some solitude... he told Priya he will dine early and go to bed, and will put Pihu to bed as well with him, and requested her to share Krishnaji's room.

Ram sat on the couch in his room, with the lights off. Pihu had drifted off to sleep long back, but Ram could not get even a tinge of sleep. Too many thoughts were flashing across his mind. Its been almost a year that he was married with Priya... and he never realized the variety and intensity of emotions that they had gone through in the last year. Ram had never directed his thoughts towards this ... he did not know why he thought so specially about Priya...today...