Arshi SS: The Wrong Name - EPILOGUE - ** Awarded ** - Page 57

Dat slime i felt pity 4 him, he never succed in his plan hehehe. Hope slime never cum up wid dirty plan, enuf is enuf

NOW I have a feeling that Anjali isn't all that she seems either. It CANNOT be a coincidence. And if that be the case, I feel REALLY bad for Shyam. As though Arnav and Akash Singh Raizada weren't enough. You know what they say about Hell having no fury like a woman scorned. And this is Arnav Singh Raizada's sister.

awesome update! I"m loving how they are all handling Shyam. Khushi is not hiding anything from him and Payal and Akash are also helping. It's so funny seeing Shaym getting all desperate, yet none of his plans are working. I love the part where Arnav is annoyed that everyone keeps walking into his room lol. That so happened on the show all the time. Can't wait to read the last part!

It's beautiful Madhu, Shyam is such a loser!!!!. Thnks for the pm.

Mehndi n sangeet done!.. The nxt would ve haldi n the most awaited shaadi!.. Gosh! This bloody shyam has the guts to come and waver khushi even in her own sangeet .. Such a dog he is!

Don't get it dat how anjali can be soo blind! Can't she see the deceit dis moron is playing wid her! N poor khushi though, she had to listen to his leechiness:/..

They danced on Khuda Jaane.. Wow such a romantic track.. But watevr anyone say shyam had the audacity to intervene in someone's private moments.. Do hell wid him.. Payal n aakash are jst the cupping on the cake.. Soo evryone is ready for the nxt day..waiting for the nxt update..

Oh no! You can't end this so soon. Wanted to see ASR vs. Shyam.

Birds tweeted around his head 🤣 One sees what one wants to see ...

Author's note:

Happy Valentine's Day, Y'all!!

'Qubool Hai, Ritzyji!' You're responsible for this one!!

IPK was full of such iconic moments and dialogs that even in our daily lives we are reminded of the magic that was created on screen. The idea to take on an IPK scene and twist it came naturally. How? Why? I don't know.

This story is twisted undoubtedly and Twisted_Beenz is my inspiration.

We wanted more gutter in IPK, and Payal is my guide and mentor here. Need I say more?

But the final part of this story is the ultimate gutter. I've tried to keep it as clean as I can, so you all can enjoy it, but somethings can't be clean. Hopefully, you will understand as I reveal why I called this story the Wrong Name.

As this story comes to a close, I want to thank all of you who liked and commented on it. It's incredibly satisfying and encouraging to read all that you have to say. I don't respond to the comments simply because it would be unfair not to respond to each and every one., and that would take a long time. But believe me, I read every single one of them and I love you all for it.

Will I be writing another IPK fan fic? I doubt it. Sorry. But I will be writing more. And I hope you will come to my blog and read it there. I'll post the link with the epilogue.

Part 10: The Wrong Name

Wedding Day: Morning

The Gupta household was in an uproar. It was time for the haldi and they were running late. Khushi and Payal refused to sit still. The haldi water and the joda for the girls had yet to make an appearance. Lunch would be delayed because a cow had eaten the pattals on which lunch was to be served. Although how a cow had gotten in there was still a mystery. Happyji had been sent off post haste to find some more pattals. Garima's nerves were frazzled to bits, and her Nanad's constant 'Hai re Nandkisore!' wasn't helping her one little bit. Thankfully, her relatives had succeeded in keeping Madhumatiji out of her earshot for the last hour, but that was only a short lived peace.

'Hai re Nandkisore!' Buaji facepalmed. 'Have the Raizadas sent the haldi water yet or not?'

Shyam got out of the car in front of the Gupta house. His stomach churned, his head ached, and he had to swallow the bile constantly rising in his throat. Having to deliver her clothes and haldi was making him physically sick!

'Shall we go, Damaadji?' said Mamaji getting out of the passenger seat.

The two of them opened the trunk and took out the shagun for the haldi as well as the joda for each girl. Shyam took the ones meant for Khushi. Mamaji took the ones for Payal - after all, she was going to be his bahu. They approached the front door which was wide open. Inside was a scene of chaos.

They stood at the door waiting for someone to see them. Garima did.

'Come in, please,' she said, smiling widely. 'Is that the haldi and the jodas?'

They came in and sat down. Buaji came in bustling and sat down with them.

'Would you like some tea?' asked Garima.

'No, thank you,' said mamaji. 'Sorry we got delayed, but you know how it is in a house with two weddings,' he smiled.

'Yes, of course,' said Buaji.

Shyam looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of Khushi. It didn't go unnoticed by Garima.

'Kisey dhundat ho, bitwa?' she asked him kindly. Who are you looking for?

'Umm... no one,' said Shyam, feeling like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

'That joda is Payal bitiya's,' said Mamaji, 'and this one is Khushi bitiya's,' mamaji pointed to hers.

'Okay, thank you,' said Garima gratefully, looking at the pile of clothes and jewelry boxes accompanying them.

'You know, Arnav bitwa has designed all of Khushi's clothes and jewelry,' mamaji said proudly. Buaji and Garima nodded wide-eyed. Their damaad made women's clothes and designed bitiya's also?! They were in awe!

'Come, damaadji, we should be going,' said mamaji, standing up. Shyam stood up too, having stayed tongue-tied all this while.

They left without catching a glimpse of the elusive Khushi.

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Wedding Day: Late Afternoon

Shyam walked into his room to see Anjali putting finishing touches to her make up. He smiled and walked over to her, holding her shoulders, looking into her eyes in the mirror.

'Rani Sahiba,' he said. 'You look beautiful.'

She simpered. 'Thank you, Shyamji. But why haven't you changed yet? We have to leave for the venue in half an hour.'

'Are you wearing this for the wedding?'

'Yes, do you like it?' she pirouetted for him, to show off the deep purple and green net saree she'd selected to wear for the wedding, the large peacock earrings swinging from her ears.

'Hmmm ... something is missing,' he said.

'What?' she looked scandalized!

'Wait,' he said, moving over to his bag.

'What is it?' she asked as he turned around with something in his hand.

'Something I would like you to wear today, Rani Sahiba, so that near or far, I can always feel you,' he replied.

She smiled coyly, eyelids lowered, as he walked around her, spritzing her liberally with the bottle in his hand. The perfume of vanilla and citrus rose in the air. He breathed in deeply. Ah! Shalimar!

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Wedding Day: Evening

Two weddings. Two mahurats. The first one for Arnav and Khushi. The second one for Payal and Akash.

He watched in abject misery while Arnav leaned over and gently moved Khushi's maang-tika aside, before filling her parting with the bright color of sindoor. A few drops landed on her nose. Arnav went to wipe it off, when Anjali teasingly said, 'Chotey, that just shows how much you love her.' Shyam gritted his teeth at his wife's grating voice.

The wedding was over. Arnav and Khushi were now officially man and wife. Anjali helped them up. He gathered his wife in his arms and kissed her on her forehead, just below the sindoor that he'd placed with so much love in her parting, as the whole crowd, except one person cheered and wolf-whistled.

They stood side by side as the wedding for Akash and Payal commenced. Arnav couldn't take his eyes off his wife, though, even to pay attention to his brother's wedding.

She glowed in the crimson lehenga choli he had designed for her. It was all red, but her veil was a dark green, all the delicate embroidery in gold. Her jewelry was all diamonds and emeralds - interspersed with rubies, one large one at her throat. With the mangalsutra around her neck and the sindoor in her hair, she glowed as she looked up at her new husband.

Shyam glowered as he looked at her new husband. He had failed. Failed miserably. Tears filled his eyes. His life was shattered. Arnav may have made her his, but her heart would always be with him, he thought. He couldn't help his beautiful bird now. It saddened him immensely. A sadness that rose from his gut and came up his throat. The pain in his heart was ... stabbing him.

Finally the weddings were over, the guests departed, the bidaai was over, and the Raizada clan had returned home with their two newest members.

Shyam sat morosely on a chair watching everybody participate excitedly in the games. He didn't have the energy to play and had excused himself from them.

Anjali came over to him. 'Shyamji, come. We have one more task left to do,' she said, holding out her hand to him.

He sighed and got up and followed her.

They went to Akash's room first and made sure all the candles were lit, before heading over to Arnav's room. Like Akash's room, this one had been converted into a room full of light and color and flowers, the reds and whites stark against the neutral tones of the decor. They lit the candles, and scattered rose petals on the bed. Everything was perfect for the suhaag raat of Arnav and Khushi. And he had a hand in it, he thought, scrunching his face with the pain in his chest.

Anjali took one last look around as Mamiji brought Khushi to the room. Shyam watched from the side as Anjali and Mami helped Khushi sit on the flower-bedecked and strewn bed, drawing her veil over her head so only her nose and chin were visible, her hands clasped over her raised knees. He took one last look at her, printing that image in his mind, before he turned around and walked away, only to see Arnav and Akash coming up the stairs to go to their respective brides.

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The rest of this chapter is for ADULTS only. Mature content ahead. So if you want to continue reading, please follow the link to my blog. Only if you're above 18, by the way!

The Wrong Name : Part 10

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EPILOGUE: Jadu Hai Nasha Hai

'Qubool Hai' indeed Maddy... the end of this epic Twisted IPK is so Qubool Hai !!!!