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Hello guys, here is a short OS on our dearest Rantara. If you dont like it please dont throw chapals, tomatoes. Ok so here it is enjoy
One of my late night sumbissions and to top of it there was a torrential downpour. Me Raghunath Naik always found myselves in such helpless situations and troubles. Troubles were part of my job description after all I am a journalist, a senior journalist to be exact. Here I was coming home after covering the much awaited arrest of the most corrupted politician of my state and now was trapped under this tree to wait for the rain to slow down enough for me to go away in my bike. To my luck the rain wasn't slowing down but it was roaring with more energy. But maybe it was my luck after all I met her then and there. Just like the rain she was an uninvited guest to my life but unlike my feeling towards the rain I was happy for her coming into my life. The night was darker than ever and the only sound was that of the rain and out of no where she came into my frame. Having a craze for photography helped me to pass my time taking pictures of the rain and she came into one of those pictures. She was dancing and getting wet was the greatest feeling ever. I had seen girls dancing in rain before but she was dancing in the rain wearing a heavy lehenga. I had never seen anyone twirling around in heavy attire. There she was wearing a pink coloured lehenga with golden embroidery all through it. The way the lehenga was moving according to her moves I thought she would fall down not being able to bear the weight. Her blouse was a short pink and golden embroidery one. One side of her duppatta was pinned to the front and the rest was tucked to the back. Her blouse was sticking to her body and fortunately for her it was not see through. What amazed me more was that in this age when girls wear nothing but diamonds she was wearing some antique golden jewellery. Her heavy golden neck piece, pair of long and heavy golden jhumka and her bangles of pink and golden colour were all glistening in the rain. Most probably she had some golden anklets in her feet also and my doubt was cleared when she slightly raised her lehenga to jump on a small water pool. I thought if she was this heavily dressed then most probably her make-up mixed with rain water would make an ugly feature on her face. But this time I was wrong her face was glowing more than ever. I understood her attire was heavy but not her make-up. There that girl was dancing unaware of my presence and I had forgotten my mantra of cursing the rain that I was doing before her arrival. She twirled and acted like she was dancing with someone and unable to hold myself anymore I took two steps toward her. But again to my luck a car stopped near her and two girls came out and told my dancing doll to get inside the car. She tried to argue but as if surrendering gave them a pout and get into the car. The other two girls most probably her friends exchanged a glance that told 'she and her childish acts'. Soon the car speed away leaving me there with the wish to meet her again. Showing the sadness in her leaving the rain stopped and I too speed off in my bike. I was shivering so stopped near a tea stall to have a cup of tea. First I thought I was hallucinating but she was also there drinking a cup of tea like it was the most expensive wine. May it was precious after all a hot cup of tea after getting wet in rain was near to paradise. I sat there watching her numerous actions the way she was drinking her tea and at the same time telling her friends about her rain dance in full animated mode. The way her face expressions changed depicting every emotion she should be in the film industry. No she shouldn't because then there was a great chance of her losing her innocence. She should stay like this forever. Pristine and serene. But this time I noticed there were two more girls than the ones I had seen. There group seemed to be a girl's only gang which is quite rare in this fast paced city. They moved out of the stall thanking the proprietor and making a great deal of noise. She went by me without a glance and here I was in a constant blabbering about her.
Last night was covered with awe and mystery for me. The girl was the reason of this mystery and awe. Like a token of last night I was having a head splitting headache and to this mess my editor had sent the news that a new girl had joined our paper and she would work under me and that she would be my responsibility. Right now I was not in a mood to see any girl other than my mystery girl. She was infesting my thoughts like a plague and wasn't showing any signs of leaving. But I was glad for it. Five minutes. Within five minutes the new girl would come to my cabin and I had to be ready and supportive. She was my responsibility and as per my boss she would be more like my assistant tagging alongside me. I didn't like it. She wasn't a dog to follow me wherever I go. I would give her slight slack without the knowledge of my boss. A number of thoughts were running through my mind when someone knocked on my door. Probably the new girl. I was facing the wall opposite to the door and I said 'Come in!' The girl entered and I smelled something purely divine. Probably her perfume but it smelled pure, divine and mesmerizing. Mostly girls' perfume irritated me but this one was attractive. Why can't every girl wear perfumes like this? My mystery girl might be using this kind of perfume. She looked like the girl with uniqueness. My mind was full of her when I turned to face my new responsibility. I was stunned. Either I am very lucky or I had gone mad and kept hallucinating about her! She was there in front of me slightly nervous but her face lighted with the angelic smile of hers. I shut my eyes and shook my head then opened my eyes but she was still there. I was very lucky. The girl looked at me and her forehead slightly frowned. It was cute. Then I noticed some things that were impossible to notice in dark night and especially in rain. She had brown eyes that were rimmed with kohl and her hair was in layers. Probably one of those cuts the girls nowadays do without even thinking whether it would suit them or not. But it was perfect for her with some bangs falling onto her face. In addition to that she had some short hairs that fell to her forehead. Small and delicate and very natural. I don't know what it's called but it was cute on her. Her lips were pink and appeared soft. She was wearing a red salwar. The one with long sleeves till your palms and several folds. It was very lengthy extending beyond knees and somewhat till her ankles. Anarkali or something I guess! Her salwar was simple without any work or embroidery. She slowly smiled at me and introduced herself 'Hi I am Antara' and in response I extended my hands. She shook my hands. They were so delicate and soft like a small kid's. I decided to show her around and most importantly keep her with me always. Once outside my office I saw many curious faces staring at us mostly girls. My male colleagues used to say to me that most girls in our firm liked me and I was something like their prince charming. I never believed it. I knew I was attractive but something like that I never expected. But the looks the girls were giving even made me shudder. They were most probably considering Antara very lucky. There were them trying hard to be with me and here she was who managed to be with me every time without even trying. 'Raghu Antara' sounds good together. May be one day the names would be spoken together as Rantara.
Next day came very late for me may be because of my desire to see her again. She walked into my cabin in a blue jeans and a white chiffon blouse. I liked her taste. She looked good in whatever she wear. Indian, western or most probably she would even look good in Chinese dresses! Her make-up like always was limited to her kohl and lip gloss or at least that's what I thought. I tried to complement her for her dress sense and she replied,
"Oh thank you sir! But actually you should complement my friends! More than me they shop for me! I mean I shop sometimes but they always shop for me. If they shop then it's certain they would buy me something!"
To which I replied, "And I thought girls and their girlfriends were always in conflict!"
"No sir! I know there are some girls who act like that but most girls aren't like that! Actually it's great to be in your girl friends' company. They understand you better than anyone else! And I have very loyal friends! They love me and care for me!"
"Nice to know Antara and you can call me Raghu. No sir please!" I waited for her response. She thought for sometime and smiled and tilted her head in approval. Taking this step to be friendlier I asked her, "So where do you live Miss'"
"In a flat three blocks from here!" she said and I again asked her, "Your name is peculiar Antara Geeta, May I know the reason?"
She hesitated for a minute and replied, "Raghu, Geeta is my mother's name. I don't know who my father is. My mom was an orphan so she had no surname."
I felt guilty. "Sorry Antara, I won't ask you again."
The chit chat ended in awkwardness and I made a promise to myself to really look after her. We become acquitted to each other very soon and it became impossible to see us apart. Our work and my heart demanded it! She became my friend very soon and I met her other friends. They were a tight pack and I guess I was the first guy Antara introduced to them. I was happy. Six months into our first meeting and I was irrevocably in love with her but failed miserably to confess. Every day I admired her from afar. Her hair, her lips, her smile, her face and literally everything about her. She was very beautiful inside out. Her kohl-rimmed eyes always twinkled in mischief and I don't know whether it's my thinking or not but I had seen her stealing glances of me. I was miserably in love with her. I wish I was able to confess.
Amidst this constant battle of my heart we were sent to cover some sensitive news. Some very dangerous people were smuggling items avoiding customs officers and we were tipped off. On reaching the place I thought it was better to make Antara stay where our vehicle was parked and I moved forward to take pictures of the illegal activity. I was nearly finished with the photos when my leg slipped and the men saw me. I somehow managed to get up and ran back to my car but not without getting shot. Antara who had heard the gun shot came running to me and I saw concern, fear and something else in her eyes. She was crying badly thinking I would die but I managed to tell her I was shot only in my hand. We speed away from there on my car. Luckily I had brought my car and she was able to drive it. Our luck wasn't that good the attackers were following us and I advised her to drive to my friend who happened to be a police officer. We reached there in time and to say least my life was saved and the smugglers were arrested. Mostly people would be scared or sad when something like this happened but I was happy. Because that day I found out she cared for me and considered me more than her friend. She was there with me in the hospital caring for me. She never left me for one second and I loved this extra attention from her. She became a part of my life sooner than I expected.
Now it was one year into our first meeting and now she was my wife. Strange was our destiny. There was a time when I used to cuddle to sleep holding the picture of her in rain and now I fell asleep having her by my side. She was now my wife but she was no longer my partner. She now worked in the feature section of our paper. She roamed the city to find stories that were never told but required some attention and I was there hunting down the new sensational and sensible news that involved common man and not celebrities. This separation in our work kept alive our desire to be together every second. And the girls and women of our office envied her even more. She managed to become my girlfriend in six months and my wife in one year and that too without trying. But if they had known that I was in love with her even before I saw her face clearly. More than her face it was the act of her dancing in the rain that attracted me to her. That likeness made me to like her every other quality. I still remember the night we met. Her pink lehenga sticking to her body and her dance in rain. And the next morning her unexpected arrival to my office. Her red salwar and her dark eyes twinkling with fun. I remembered everything about her. There wasn't a night after that day I didn't think about her and today there wasn't a night I didn't wish to be with her.
Today was a Sunday and my dear wife was working in kitchen. I made my way into the kitchen to find my greatest treasure trying to make roti. She was mixing the flour with water and salt. She was wearing an olive green saree and its pallu was pinned to the front. Her hair as usual was falling onto her face and disturbing her. I slowly walked to her and caught her between my hands. She wasn't surprised because she was used to my sudden little surprises. She didn't like it when I rub my stubble on her shoulder. She always fought with me because of it but I always liked it. When I rubbed my stubble this time she gave me a glare and slightly elbowed me. I loved it when she scrunched her nose showing she was irritated. I continued with my little trouble making acts and she continued elbowing and finally pasting some flour on my face. I loved it whenever she did it. It made me feel like she loved me more when she did it. Even her friends were complaining to me that I was always with her and never seemed to leave her alone. They could say that but even I get little time with my girl. Our busy schedule kept us apart but I always tried to be with her whenever I could. My life changed that late night when the rain poured down. I met my life that night and I fell in love may be that instant itself. Everything had changed in my life and now I spent every second of it with the reason of my life or say.
One of my late night sumbissions and to top of it there was a torrential downpour. Me Raghunath Naik always found myselves in such helpless situations and troubles. Troubles were part of my job description after all I am a journalist, a senior journalist to be exact. Here I was coming home after covering the much awaited arrest of the most corrupted politician of my state and now was trapped under this tree to wait for the rain to slow down enough for me to go away in my bike. To my luck the rain wasn't slowing down but it was roaring with more energy. But maybe it was my luck after all I met her then and there. Just like the rain she was an uninvited guest to my life but unlike my feeling towards the rain I was happy for her coming into my life. The night was darker than ever and the only sound was that of the rain and out of no where she came into my frame. Having a craze for photography helped me to pass my time taking pictures of the rain and she came into one of those pictures. She was dancing and getting wet was the greatest feeling ever. I had seen girls dancing in rain before but she was dancing in the rain wearing a heavy lehenga. I had never seen anyone twirling around in heavy attire. There she was wearing a pink coloured lehenga with golden embroidery all through it. The way the lehenga was moving according to her moves I thought she would fall down not being able to bear the weight. Her blouse was a short pink and golden embroidery one. One side of her duppatta was pinned to the front and the rest was tucked to the back. Her blouse was sticking to her body and fortunately for her it was not see through. What amazed me more was that in this age when girls wear nothing but diamonds she was wearing some antique golden jewellery. Her heavy golden neck piece, pair of long and heavy golden jhumka and her bangles of pink and golden colour were all glistening in the rain. Most probably she had some golden anklets in her feet also and my doubt was cleared when she slightly raised her lehenga to jump on a small water pool. I thought if she was this heavily dressed then most probably her make-up mixed with rain water would make an ugly feature on her face. But this time I was wrong her face was glowing more than ever. I understood her attire was heavy but not her make-up. There that girl was dancing unaware of my presence and I had forgotten my mantra of cursing the rain that I was doing before her arrival. She twirled and acted like she was dancing with someone and unable to hold myself anymore I took two steps toward her. But again to my luck a car stopped near her and two girls came out and told my dancing doll to get inside the car. She tried to argue but as if surrendering gave them a pout and get into the car. The other two girls most probably her friends exchanged a glance that told 'she and her childish acts'. Soon the car speed away leaving me there with the wish to meet her again. Showing the sadness in her leaving the rain stopped and I too speed off in my bike. I was shivering so stopped near a tea stall to have a cup of tea. First I thought I was hallucinating but she was also there drinking a cup of tea like it was the most expensive wine. May it was precious after all a hot cup of tea after getting wet in rain was near to paradise. I sat there watching her numerous actions the way she was drinking her tea and at the same time telling her friends about her rain dance in full animated mode. The way her face expressions changed depicting every emotion she should be in the film industry. No she shouldn't because then there was a great chance of her losing her innocence. She should stay like this forever. Pristine and serene. But this time I noticed there were two more girls than the ones I had seen. There group seemed to be a girl's only gang which is quite rare in this fast paced city. They moved out of the stall thanking the proprietor and making a great deal of noise. She went by me without a glance and here I was in a constant blabbering about her.
Last night was covered with awe and mystery for me. The girl was the reason of this mystery and awe. Like a token of last night I was having a head splitting headache and to this mess my editor had sent the news that a new girl had joined our paper and she would work under me and that she would be my responsibility. Right now I was not in a mood to see any girl other than my mystery girl. She was infesting my thoughts like a plague and wasn't showing any signs of leaving. But I was glad for it. Five minutes. Within five minutes the new girl would come to my cabin and I had to be ready and supportive. She was my responsibility and as per my boss she would be more like my assistant tagging alongside me. I didn't like it. She wasn't a dog to follow me wherever I go. I would give her slight slack without the knowledge of my boss. A number of thoughts were running through my mind when someone knocked on my door. Probably the new girl. I was facing the wall opposite to the door and I said 'Come in!' The girl entered and I smelled something purely divine. Probably her perfume but it smelled pure, divine and mesmerizing. Mostly girls' perfume irritated me but this one was attractive. Why can't every girl wear perfumes like this? My mystery girl might be using this kind of perfume. She looked like the girl with uniqueness. My mind was full of her when I turned to face my new responsibility. I was stunned. Either I am very lucky or I had gone mad and kept hallucinating about her! She was there in front of me slightly nervous but her face lighted with the angelic smile of hers. I shut my eyes and shook my head then opened my eyes but she was still there. I was very lucky. The girl looked at me and her forehead slightly frowned. It was cute. Then I noticed some things that were impossible to notice in dark night and especially in rain. She had brown eyes that were rimmed with kohl and her hair was in layers. Probably one of those cuts the girls nowadays do without even thinking whether it would suit them or not. But it was perfect for her with some bangs falling onto her face. In addition to that she had some short hairs that fell to her forehead. Small and delicate and very natural. I don't know what it's called but it was cute on her. Her lips were pink and appeared soft. She was wearing a red salwar. The one with long sleeves till your palms and several folds. It was very lengthy extending beyond knees and somewhat till her ankles. Anarkali or something I guess! Her salwar was simple without any work or embroidery. She slowly smiled at me and introduced herself 'Hi I am Antara' and in response I extended my hands. She shook my hands. They were so delicate and soft like a small kid's. I decided to show her around and most importantly keep her with me always. Once outside my office I saw many curious faces staring at us mostly girls. My male colleagues used to say to me that most girls in our firm liked me and I was something like their prince charming. I never believed it. I knew I was attractive but something like that I never expected. But the looks the girls were giving even made me shudder. They were most probably considering Antara very lucky. There were them trying hard to be with me and here she was who managed to be with me every time without even trying. 'Raghu Antara' sounds good together. May be one day the names would be spoken together as Rantara.
Next day came very late for me may be because of my desire to see her again. She walked into my cabin in a blue jeans and a white chiffon blouse. I liked her taste. She looked good in whatever she wear. Indian, western or most probably she would even look good in Chinese dresses! Her make-up like always was limited to her kohl and lip gloss or at least that's what I thought. I tried to complement her for her dress sense and she replied,
"Oh thank you sir! But actually you should complement my friends! More than me they shop for me! I mean I shop sometimes but they always shop for me. If they shop then it's certain they would buy me something!"
To which I replied, "And I thought girls and their girlfriends were always in conflict!"
"No sir! I know there are some girls who act like that but most girls aren't like that! Actually it's great to be in your girl friends' company. They understand you better than anyone else! And I have very loyal friends! They love me and care for me!"
"Nice to know Antara and you can call me Raghu. No sir please!" I waited for her response. She thought for sometime and smiled and tilted her head in approval. Taking this step to be friendlier I asked her, "So where do you live Miss'"
"In a flat three blocks from here!" she said and I again asked her, "Your name is peculiar Antara Geeta, May I know the reason?"
She hesitated for a minute and replied, "Raghu, Geeta is my mother's name. I don't know who my father is. My mom was an orphan so she had no surname."
I felt guilty. "Sorry Antara, I won't ask you again."
The chit chat ended in awkwardness and I made a promise to myself to really look after her. We become acquitted to each other very soon and it became impossible to see us apart. Our work and my heart demanded it! She became my friend very soon and I met her other friends. They were a tight pack and I guess I was the first guy Antara introduced to them. I was happy. Six months into our first meeting and I was irrevocably in love with her but failed miserably to confess. Every day I admired her from afar. Her hair, her lips, her smile, her face and literally everything about her. She was very beautiful inside out. Her kohl-rimmed eyes always twinkled in mischief and I don't know whether it's my thinking or not but I had seen her stealing glances of me. I was miserably in love with her. I wish I was able to confess.
Amidst this constant battle of my heart we were sent to cover some sensitive news. Some very dangerous people were smuggling items avoiding customs officers and we were tipped off. On reaching the place I thought it was better to make Antara stay where our vehicle was parked and I moved forward to take pictures of the illegal activity. I was nearly finished with the photos when my leg slipped and the men saw me. I somehow managed to get up and ran back to my car but not without getting shot. Antara who had heard the gun shot came running to me and I saw concern, fear and something else in her eyes. She was crying badly thinking I would die but I managed to tell her I was shot only in my hand. We speed away from there on my car. Luckily I had brought my car and she was able to drive it. Our luck wasn't that good the attackers were following us and I advised her to drive to my friend who happened to be a police officer. We reached there in time and to say least my life was saved and the smugglers were arrested. Mostly people would be scared or sad when something like this happened but I was happy. Because that day I found out she cared for me and considered me more than her friend. She was there with me in the hospital caring for me. She never left me for one second and I loved this extra attention from her. She became a part of my life sooner than I expected.
Now it was one year into our first meeting and now she was my wife. Strange was our destiny. There was a time when I used to cuddle to sleep holding the picture of her in rain and now I fell asleep having her by my side. She was now my wife but she was no longer my partner. She now worked in the feature section of our paper. She roamed the city to find stories that were never told but required some attention and I was there hunting down the new sensational and sensible news that involved common man and not celebrities. This separation in our work kept alive our desire to be together every second. And the girls and women of our office envied her even more. She managed to become my girlfriend in six months and my wife in one year and that too without trying. But if they had known that I was in love with her even before I saw her face clearly. More than her face it was the act of her dancing in the rain that attracted me to her. That likeness made me to like her every other quality. I still remember the night we met. Her pink lehenga sticking to her body and her dance in rain. And the next morning her unexpected arrival to my office. Her red salwar and her dark eyes twinkling with fun. I remembered everything about her. There wasn't a night after that day I didn't think about her and today there wasn't a night I didn't wish to be with her.
Today was a Sunday and my dear wife was working in kitchen. I made my way into the kitchen to find my greatest treasure trying to make roti. She was mixing the flour with water and salt. She was wearing an olive green saree and its pallu was pinned to the front. Her hair as usual was falling onto her face and disturbing her. I slowly walked to her and caught her between my hands. She wasn't surprised because she was used to my sudden little surprises. She didn't like it when I rub my stubble on her shoulder. She always fought with me because of it but I always liked it. When I rubbed my stubble this time she gave me a glare and slightly elbowed me. I loved it when she scrunched her nose showing she was irritated. I continued with my little trouble making acts and she continued elbowing and finally pasting some flour on my face. I loved it whenever she did it. It made me feel like she loved me more when she did it. Even her friends were complaining to me that I was always with her and never seemed to leave her alone. They could say that but even I get little time with my girl. Our busy schedule kept us apart but I always tried to be with her whenever I could. My life changed that late night when the rain poured down. I met my life that night and I fell in love may be that instant itself. Everything had changed in my life and now I spent every second of it with the reason of my life or say.
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