I wanted to write about the ceremony with bracelets, but these poor guys will finish us and themselves soon, so the story will be a little different. Something that wasn't on the show but would be really nice to see, it's a bit fabulous, sorry, I love making up fairy tales.
My other story is not forgotten, she will definitely come too)
Priya does not yet know that the second bracelet suffered a different fate than I voiced to her, I’ll tell her, but a little later, first I’ll give her something else, something that has long tormented my mind and irritated soul. I've never seen her wear anklets, and that suits her so well.
When she approaches, I hear a gentle ringing inside me, the beauty of which haunts me all day, when she is not around, in the office, when I sleep, I eat her warm food filled with love, in general, always.
I guess I'm getting crazy and that suits me. It's good for me to be in this madness.
I can’t confess yet, but I can leave her a sign that my Priya will definitely understand everything. She somehow feels me, at her fingertips, and I will hear her melodic ringing not only inside myself.
Ram, excited by his thoughts, without saying a word to anyone, went to a jewelry store in the middle of the night, admiring the sleeping Priya on the road:
"I know you do not expect gifts, you appreciate me in me, you are my gift, let me give you."
Whispering this, Ram almost turned away and noticed that a strand of hair fell right on Priya's face, closing his eyes so that nothing disturbed her sleep, Ram barely breathing held out his hand and brushed his hair aside. He is ready to do this all his life, but now he has to go.
"I'm sorry wife, I have to do this, even if you grumble a little, I know one day it will become your bond with me."
Having overcome dreaminess and never sleeping roads of Mumbai, Ram found himself in a small, very old shop, it looked like a house from fairy tales "1001 night", Ram was not an Arab, but this culture and the book seemed attractive to him, he saw something similar in his Reception. She, like Scheherazade, was beautiful and mysterious, capable of changing the course of life with one word or action.
The gift for her should be appropriate. Therefore, Ram immediately decided where he would find him. Dad told him about this shop as a child, and when the holidays came or dad just wanted to please his mother, he took Ram with him to this shop, in search of something special, and he always found a box with these gizmos in his safe one day it will all go to Priya.
Now, Ram wanted to find bracelets that would mean for him Priya, and for her - his eternal promise to always be there, as one.
Ram knocked on the old creaky door and heard something familiar:
- Ram, son, come in, I'm not sleeping.
- Uncle Khodja ("Teacher"), how do you always know that it's me?
- The heart always knows more than the eyes, son.
- Yes, you're right, my heart brought me here today.
You met the one, didn't you?
- Yes, uncle, I loved another, but it never brought me here - strange.
- So it wasn't true love.
- But...
- Don't mind now, wait and you'll understand your old teacher.
Ram could only nod in bewilderment, pondering whether Uncle Khodja was right, for Vedika he never went here, even the very idea did not visit him, probably, this means something.
- Stop talking, let's decide what you want to give her. Tell me what is she like?
- Oh, my Priya, she is such that my words of description will not be enough, I must introduce you.
- Then, now tell me something.
- She, like the wind, burst in and stayed forever, she knows how to destroy the unjust and protect the righteous, her heart is so big that she thinks about everyone in this world, her will is so strong that she experiences any pain in silence, she is rude and straightforward with that which is wrong, she does not care about status, she is looking for soul and truth, she surrounds with tenderness like a mother and seduces with innocence, like a woman, to kindle a fire, she does not need any jewelry. Her beauty can be seen inside and out, just the way she is. And if she dresses, then each of her outfits speaks of something memorable, important or good for me.
She is the best sister and daughter in the world, she is a self-sufficient person, a person that I, a well-known businessman, have yet to reach. She causes a real storm in me, I want to worship her and connect with her. Teacher, what is it?
- You yourself know that - love, the one that happens once, take care of it. And now I know what she needs.
- What?
- Wait, I'll come back and you'll see.
Uncle Khodja, an elderly man in an Arab cloak, with a sweet round face, a lush gray beard and a kind look, in which cheerful devils still lurked, sank down to the bottom of his house (by some miracle it was two-story), one of the floors went underground, opened the door and found himself in a small dark room, lit a lamp, opened the top drawer of an old, pot-bellied brown chest of drawers, covered with Arabic drawings with vines and slits, in which sunlight settled during the day.
In a box on a velvet green cushion were 2 silver bracelets, on a round base hung tiny bells, in the form of stars, in the center of each of them sat a tiny stone, red as blood.
Well, finally, my creation will fall into the most reliable hands, right, Pri? Uncle Khodja said as if Priya was right in front of him.
I feel that you are the one who will make my lonely Ram happy forever. After the death of his father, I was very worried about the fate of Ram, his soul is very sensitive. I am sure that you are the same and complete his life. I hope Ram will not be silent for too long and soon we will get to know you personally, fateful girl.
- Uncle Khodja, where are you?! - loudly sounded behind the door.
“I’m coming, impatient boy,” my uncle said, chuckling, “she’s still sleeping, don’t make noise, you’ll have time.”
- How do you know, uncle?
- I know everything, when will you get used to it?
“Never, it seems,” Ram rattled with slight disappointment.
- Well, no need, let me leave a little secret.
- You're just like my Priya - a complete mystery.
- I already love this girl!
Ram was very happy to hear this and during the conversation did not notice how his uncle handed and put a pair of anklets in his hands, they made a sound, the same one that he hears next to Priya from the first moment he met her and brought her to his house.
- Uncle, I've been hearing this sound since I met her! How did you find out?!
- Sometimes you don't need to know, you need to feel, have you forgotten my lessons again? This music is created by your Priya.
- Yes, I'm sorry, uncle, - Ram said embarrassed, lowering his eyes slightly, ready to take his ears.
- Leave the unfortunate ears and run quickly to your Priya before I see you out myself! And bring her to me quickly!
Well, Uncle Khodja, soon we will come together! - already leaving, shouted Ram.
And in his pockets, bracelets tinkled peacefully, supported by unforgettable coupons, in anticipation of a meeting with his mistress.
Ram reached the house in an instant, the night was already so deep that even Mumbai, eternally seething like the ocean, fell into a dream.
Ram, on tiptoe, which was unusual for him, reached his room, looked lovingly at the soundly sleeping Priya and quietly said:
"It's good that you are sleeping, I can do what I have planned."
Ram carefully took out the bracelets, almost dropping them with excitement, approached Priya's legs, which seemed to stick out from under the blanket on purpose.
“Wife, how I love your habits,” Ram whispered, and then carefully extended his hand to her legs, fastened the bracelet on one and the other, lingering a little on her legs, he could not resist, her closeness was what he necessary.
He managed to maintain silence, probably fate itself supported him that night. Now Ram is forever united with his Priya.
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