Verbosity (Ansh/SagUn OS/FF thread) - New chap on page 9 - Page 7

Chapter 23

Leveraging himself away from Prats, Sid stared at her for a minute. Sitting back against the side of the camper, he ran his hand through his hair, visibly upset, not looking at her. Prats quickly scrambled to her knees next to him, placing her hands gently on her shoulder, "Sid, you know I can never marry anyone; it would be like binding myself down once again." Sid mumbled, "It doesn't have to be that way this time, Prats." Taking one of his resisting hands in hers, she gently kissed the palm, holding it against the side of her face. Nuzzling against it, she whispered, "Long ago, Sid, long, long ago, I made a vow to myself... I would never be in the situation I found myself after my previous marriage broke up. Leaving aside the sheer pain of knowing that the one I loved didn't love me, I can't bear the thought of being so dependent on someone that their absence threatens my very existence."

"While the divorce proceedings were on, I realized how alone I was. Maasa and Bapusa and all the others loved me, but Jagan was their son. It would have taken just one moment of extreme emotion for them to turn me out into the night, siding with their only son... As my insecurities gnawed at me, my adopted family did its best to prop me up. I will always love them and be thankful to them for that, but I decided at that time that I would be independent henceforth. My own house, my own car, my own lifestyle, and, most importantly, my own money. I have lived with that ideology for too long, Sid. And somehow, I now enjoy it so much that I don't want to change it..."

Unable to help himself, Sid's fingers gently caressed the downy softness of her cheek. "Aww sweetheart, I know, I know... but I promise I won't take your independence away from you. You can continue doing all that you are doing now. All I am asking for is that you share your life with me." Prats smiled ruefully, "You are saying that now, Sid. But what about when you are staying in Jaipur for work and I need to be here, in Jaitsar, for mine? We will only clash, and the lust will vanish out the window." "Lust, Piyu? Is it only lust that you feel? I had started feeling that you loved me back..." As Prats sat mute, he drew his hand away, "Well, maybe I now know what you felt when you spoke of the sheer pain you felt when Jagan didn't return your love..."

As Sid slowly left the camper, Prats raced to the window to watch him wend his way down the forest paths. Opening the door so Sultan could keep him company, she locked up and sat with her head in her hands, "I knew this would happen. Love only leads to pain."

As the shroud of evening slowly blanketed the clearing, her anxiety grew; it was the forest out there after all. Why had she let him go? Even with Sultan along, a hundred horrid things could happen to him. Pacing inside the camper, she wished away all the varied mishaps that could have afflicted them, cursing him and herself to glory, praying that he was safe.

As the first owl hooted in the unending pitch-black depths outside the camper, she broke down in tears. Drat these men! Why couldn't they look after themselves? "I swear I will kill him, if he is still alive..." Her ears perked up at the distant sound of a familiar bark. Rushing to open the door, she saw a frolicking Sultan in the distance, prancing around a singing Sid. Singing? Yeah, extremely badly, but singing nevertheless... And what was that he was singing??! "Mujhe maaf karna, Om Sai Ram?!" <Forgive me, Oh Lord>. "Grrr... I'm so going to kill the guy!"

As Sid lurched his way up the stairs, Prats couldn't hold back any longer, "SID! What is wrong with you? I was so worried... you've been away hours! And what's this? Are you drunk?? I can't believe this!!" As she stalked off, Sid roared with laughter, "C'mon baby, what's a drink among a few friends? I was walking aimlessly when I chanced upon this truckers dhaba, where they were serving tharra <locally brewed alcohol>! When they invited me to join them, well... mauka bhi tha, aur dastoor bhi <I had the chance and the inclination>. Must tell you that alcohol works wonders! I feel on top of the world now!! By the way, babes, I got back a couple of bottles of beer with me. I need some topping up for the night! Want some?"

As Sid uncorked the bottle, Prats staked up to him, "I don't drink, Sid!" "Why don't you, Piyu? Is it something only men do?" he winked at her. Almost snarling, Piyu pulled the bottle away from him, "There is nothing that men do that women can't do better." Roaring with laughter, Sid sprawled on the sofa bed, watching as she took a hefty slug from the bottle. As she spewed out half on a burst of coughing, Sid sat up to thump her roundly on the back and take the bottle from her. "Wait Sid! This actually tastes good."

As the night grew longer, the two friends lolled on the bed, sharing the bottles, arguing and giggling over the silliest things. When Prats got up to do a little jig for him, she stumbled and almost fell flat on her face, only to be pulled up in time by a pair of strong hands. As he pulled her up onto his lap, their laughter stilled. Eyes locking in empathy for each other, she ran a soft hand up his arm to his face, "Oh, Sid, Sid, I so don't want to hurt you or be hurt myself..."

Moving her tousled hair off her face with a tender hand, he whispered back, "I know, darling girl. Let's just see where this goes. No commitments asked, and no commitments made." Lowering his head slowly, watching to see if she had any objections, he placed his lips gently over hers, deepening the kiss only when her small hands intertwined around his neck, holding him ever closer. The night was theirs again.

Chapter 24

It was an idyllic time, with Sid and Prats lost in a world of sensory delights. The days rushed by in a blur of work-filled mornings, laughter-filled moments, and pleasure-filled nights. As the duo became freer with each other, their open affection became increasingly apparent. Their shared looks, a tendency to complete each other's statements, a lingering of their touches was a giveaway, even for the most casual of observers. The local people started looking at the twosome in a different way " some with affection, and some with disapproval.

One early morning, as Sid lay locked in Prats arms, the phone rang. It was Bhoomiji. Sitting up quickly, almost pushing Prats off him, Sid fumbled into the phone, "Good morning, Bhoomiji..." "Good morning, Siddhant. I needed to talk to you about something." Cringing inside, Sid had a feeling that he knew what it was. "Siddhant, I hope you know that people have been gossiping about you and Prats. I don't like this at all. It is the worst thing that could have happened for Prats."

Fumbling for words, Sid looked dumbfounded at Prats, who had sat up, adjusting the sheet around herself. "Sir, my intentions are honorable." "And has Pratishtha agreed?" Bhoomiji asked in surprise. "Well, no, Sir..." Sid mumbled on a whisper. "So, then? What do I tell people? That the boy asked, but my daughter refused?" roared Bhoomiji! Wincing, Sid started pacing up and down, running his hand through his hair. Grabbing the phone from Sid's hand, Prats said, "Babusa, I'm sorry but we really shouldn't bother about what people are saying..."

As tears trickled down her eyes at the invective that flowed down the phone, Sid took custody of the phone again. "Sir, you tell us what we should do." "Well, son, what's done is done. All I want is that Pratistha returns to her home and you to yours. This gallivanting around the countryside has to stop." Swallowing hard, Sid muttered, "As you say, Sir."

Turning to console a silently sobbing Prats, Sid hugged her to him tight. "Piyu, we have to separate, at least till your father calms down. And we have been irresponsible, that's for sure. You live in a society where all this is frowned upon..." Throwing her arms tight around his neck, Prats moaned, "But what will we do, Sid? I can't live without you..." Sid smiled, "So you know what to do, Piyu... marry me, marry me today." Prats drew back in shock. "Marriage? No, Sid. I can't. But I can't let you go now, Sid. I want these last few days with you, all alone, in our own world." Smiling sadly, Sid said, "Then we can't do anything about this, Piyu. I have given my word to your father. But, I promise you we will meet, and meet as often as possible. I will come to Jaitsar (or wherever you are) every weekend or you came come to meet me in Jaipur. It's not the best solution, but it'll have to do."

Sobbing deeper, Prats wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into the deepest embrace possible, trying to absorb him into her body and soul. As his arms hardened around her, she grew wild with desire, biting and gnawing at him, as if punishing him for his decision. Losing control of himself, Sid tossed her onto the bed, following her down on it, trying to make up for all the time they would soon lose. In the most passionate display of unknown emotions, they lost all track of time, making love again and again until they fell into a deep sleep, cradled like two lost children in each others' arms.

Prats woke up to find Sid quietly gathering his things together. He smiled wryly, "God know how much junk I have accumulated in these 3 weeks. I'll need a truck, I think." Pulling her nightshirt on, Prats said, "I'll drop you to Jaipur, darling." As he demurred, she gave him a slight peck on his cheek, "Don't you want me to see where you live? I need to know where to find you when I want you, don't I?" Hugging briefly, the two got ready silently, only the language of their eyes expressing their deep sadness at what had happened to them.

Drawing up in front of a palatial, modern bungalow in Jaipur, Sid came around to hold Prats door open for her, "Come in for a while, sweetheart." "No, Sid, I can't be alone with you right now. It'll make parting all the more difficult," she said sadly. Patting Sultan on the head, Sid leaned in to drop a brief kiss on her forehead. Looking deep into the liquid brown eyes, he murmured, "Call me as soon as you reach Jaitsar, sweetie. And keep safe. We'll meet in exactly 4 days time..."

Not looking back in the mirror, Prats drove off, ignoring the despondent Sultan, who kept peering out off the car to look at the man who had started playing such an important role in their lives. As a single tear rolled down her cheek, she whispered, "Goodbye, my love. Let's see how long this long-distance relationship will last..."

Chapter 25

Opening the doors at Neeli Kothi, she entered a dusty, unkempt house. She had been so upset that she had informed no one of her return, not even the servants. As she trailed into her bedroom, the phone rang. It was daadisa, "Chidakli, I know you have returned. We are waiting for you to come for dinner..." Crossing her fingers behind her back, she said, "Dadisa, I have already eaten and am very tired. Is it OK if I come home tomorrow?" Slowly sliding the phone back into the cradle, she wondered if she should call Sid. Somehow, she was hesitant.

As she emerged from her shower, her cell phone rang. Smiling as she saw Sid's name, she answered with a soft hello. "Piyu, are you OK? I was getting worried." Sinking on to the bed, wet hair wrapped in a towel, "Sid, I just had a shower; thought it was too early to disturb you " you must be busy with your family..." "Piyu, no work or person in the world is more important than you. Remember that. Call me at whatever time of the night or day that you want to. Anyhow, I'm glad that you reached home safe. How was Bhoomiji?" "I haven't been home, Sid. But, tell me, how is everyone at your place?"

Sid whispered, "Everyone is fine but I am not. I miss you so much. Each minute without you is sheer torture. Everywhere I turn, I can see you, feel you, touch you... I want to hold on to you till we both are one. I want to kiss you till we both are breathless, I want to be wrapped in the prison of your hair, I want to smell the sweet apricot aroma that is only you..." Blushing deep, Prats sank deeper into the pillows, "Sid, what are you saying... What if someone hears?"

"What do I care about anyone, Piyu? I love you so much that I want the whole world to know that YOU are my world. I swear that if I could come crawling down this telephone line, I would. At the moment, I would kill for a minute in your arms." Smiling shyly, Piyu whispered, "I know, Sid. I don't know how I will sleep tonight. No pillow is as comfortable as your shoulder. Sid, what have you done to me?" "Exactly what you have done to me, Piyu... I've gone sweetly, crazily, happily mad! Sheesh! Just hear me talk, a 32-year-old man cooing down a phone line. How my friends would laugh if they knew!"

Giggling softly, Prats whispered, "I'm glad that this madness is for me, Sid. So, tell me what you are wearing now. Back to suits?" Sid moaned, "Yeah, but I'm just tossing off my jacket; its hot..." Piyu breathed, "And then?" Sid stayed silent for a second, "And then, I will shuck off my trousers." At the pregnant pause, "And then I will unbutton my shirt, slowly, a button at a time..." At Prats sharply inhaled breath, he continued, "You know I like to sleep in the buff, don't you, sweetheart? And you know what I like too... What are you wearing, Piyu?"

The two lovers talked late into the night, titillating and teasing each other with talk that was meant only for the pillow. The distance between them dwindled to nothingness, only to resurface when the phones were disconnected, with a promise to chat as and when possible. The following days passed in a blur, with the love birds connecting for brief spells during the day, updating each other with what was happening in their lives. The nights were meant for their fantasies.

Friday finally rolled around, with Sid supposed to arrive late night, after work. Prats danced through the day, booking a room in the local resthouse for Sid. Though he would spend most time with her, appearances would have to be maintained. Cooking all his favorites, she informed her family about his impending arrival, ensuring them that they would take care of proprieties. Cleaning up her home, decorating it with fresh flowers and love, she set to preparing herself for the reunion. Decking up in a peach chiffon sari (he had never seen her in a sari earlier!), long braid hanging down her back to her hips, simple pearl earrings in her ears and fingers, she looked the epitome of gracious beauty.

Pacing on the front porch after 9, she glanced impatiently at her watch from time to time. What was keeping him? As the aroma candles placed strategically around the house started petering out, her anxiety increased. Picking up her phone, she dialed his number. It was switched off. Throwing the phone on the swing in disgust, she sat down on the front steps, head bent in despondency. So, it began... The first day he was supposed to come to meet her, he had switched his phone off! She so knew it! Men were not to be trusted. Why hadn't she listened to her instincts earlier?

Moving despondently into the living room, she sat down heavily on the sofa, angry thoughts raging through her mind. As her anger calmed, a tear slipped out the corner of her eye. Wiping at it furiously with the back of her hand, she fought the images of her past that flashed through her mind's eye. Breaking into tears, she buried her head in her hands as deep sobs racked her body. Her life was like this only. She wasn't good enough for people to love her and be committed to her.

As the sobs stilled to dry shudders, she looked up at the clock. It was past 12. Sighing deeply, she stood up to blow out the candles. As the first one died, her ears picked up the roar of a monstrous engine. Unable to help herself, she ran to the door. As the deep of the night parted to make way for yellow headlights, she saw the Jaguar appear out of the mist. It was him! He had come after all...

As she watched, an exhausted Sid got out, his 1000 W smile making the world a better place to be in. "Sorry, Piyu, there was this humongous traffic jam and I forgot my car charger. My battery died on me before I could call you." Leaving the door open, he bounded up to her, stopping to smile tenderly at her puffy eyes, before sweeping her up into his arms. "Ah Piyu, I missed you so..."

Baccha party! SCRAAAMMM!

Chapter 26

Wrapping her up tight in his arms, he swung her in a wide circle. "Sid! Wait sweetheart, someone will see..." Smiling ruefully, he put her down slowly, tapping the side of her nose with his fingers. Murmuring "Hold that thought, darlin'," he sprinted over to his car to lock it and to pull a gaily wrapped something out. Putting his hand gently in the small of her back, he walked them into the house, looking around curiously. Bending to nibble on her lips once more, he handed her the gift, standing back as she looked curiously at him, "Well, go on, open it! It's for you..."

As Prats tore through the wrappers like an eager kid, he watched curiously. Drawing out a whisper-thin white satin negligee with delicate lace, she looked up at him with wonder. He smiled, "I couldn't get my virgin princess anything at that time. But I am sure this is what you would have chosen for your first' time. I want to see my beautiful, angelic Piyu in this, even though it will probably disappear in the blink of an eye." Winking at her, ignoring the tear-washed eyes, he continued, "Hey, where is Sultan? Can't see my buddy around, though I sure can hear him!" Leading the way to the backdoor, she reached up to peck him on the cheek, "I left him in the backyard; else, he wouldn't have let us greet each other in peace. You go meet him and then let him in. I'll heat up dinner in the meantime."

Humming softly in happiness, she flitted around the kitchen, heating up things, dressing the salad and the raita (yoghurt dish). As she laid the last dish on the table, Sid slid two arms around her from behind, "In all the excitement, I forgot to tell you that you are looking like a million dollars, my own personal dream come to life..." Nuzzling her ears, he breathed erotically into them, "Let's forget dinner, I want to admire you, first in the sari and then in the gown." Giggling, and ignoring the shudders coursing down her spine, she pushed him away, "Wait Sid, you need energy for what I have planned for you. And you won't let all my efforts go to waste, will you?"

Sitting down at the table, he pulled her onto the chair next to him. His eyes popping, he gazed at the meal in awe, "Wow! Biryani, kebabs, paneer tikka, bhindi <okra>, rotis, salad, and raita, Piyu? You cooked? You sly little girl! You made me cook all the while we were on the road!!" Shutting him up by gently biting his ear, she started serving him, instructing him not to waste time and eat. As she drew her plate close, he stopped her. "One plate, Piyu, remember?" As the duo took turns feeding each other by hand, Sultan circled a couple of times and then plopped at their feet in disgust. It was not his time.

Helping to clear the table rapidly, Sid stopped Prats in her tracks, "Oops Piyu! Looks like I dropped something on your beautiful sari." Glancing down in shock, she gasped, "Oh no, this color is so difficult to clean!" "Allow me to help, sweetie," rumbled Sid as he angled her right in front of him. Leaning down to take the sari into his mouth, he sucked hard, "When I was a kid, this always helped, Piyu..." Holding her hips ever closer, he kept his eyes on the job, ignoring the job he was doing on her breathing. "There, that's it Piyu. You can use a good-old old-fashioned hand scrub tomorrow morning." Standing back in satisfaction, not releasing his hold on her hips, he swooped in to take her softly parted lips. As she threw her arms around his neck, he swept her up into his arms, holding her by the hips and hoisting her till she was dangling a good foot off the ground. Without needing to bend now, he grew inventive, drawing the very breath from her as she gave herself up to the sensation of hanging in mid-air while being treated to the most gut-scorching kiss ever.

When they both needed to come up for air, he rested his head on her forehead, breathing gently over her closed eyelids, "Sorry Piyu, I hope I am not hurting you." Wiggling her dangling feet slightly, she smiled, "No, I think this is the most comfortable position I've ever been in. I could get used to it..." Laughing, he swept her up fully into his arm, stopping only when he arrived in front of her bedroom door. As she nodded at the arch of his eyebrow, he kicked the door open, moving into the room to let her slide down to the floor. Gazing all the while into her eyes, he unpinned the palloo, letting it slide unheeded to the floor. Untucking her sari, Prats slowly moved round and round, letting the sari fall in a deep pool around her.

His eyes glued to the petite figure clad in a silk blouse and petticoat, ears and wrists still adorned with pearls, Sid slowly lifted her hand, kissing a small path up and down her arm as he deftly removed her pearl-encrusted bangles. Nibbling a moist trail up to her neck, he bit her lobe gently before undoing her earrings. "Skin, Piyu, just skin tonight... no encumbrances..." Carrying her to the bed, he laid her across it like she was a rare jewel, to be admired at leisure. Propping himself up on his elbows next to her, he kissed each deeply missed part until she grabbed at his still-buttoned shirt with both tiny hands, pulling him more fully onto her. As their ravenous kiss deepened, their hands got busy with disrobing each other. The whisper of falling clothing was punctuated only by incoherent moans and terms of endearment and encouragement. Unable to wait for two long, Sid covered her body with his own, claiming her as his once again.

Collapsing into deep slumber, still wrapped in a deep embrace, the duo was at peace after a long, long time. During the night, Sid shifted to his back, pulling her over him like a blanket. In the pre-dawn hours, he woke to find Prats gently kissing him all over the face and neck, adoring each feature that was so dear to her. Pulling her even closer, he returned the favor until they slipped into a gentle and tender lovemaking that was fresh and new. Cuddled close in post-coital bliss, they relaxed until the bedside phone rang suddenly.

Sitting up in shock, Prats pulled the covers over her, "Sid, you were supposed to stay at the resthouse tonight! We forgot!! That's probably Bapusa calling to check..." Sid ran a soothing hand over her back, "Don't worry sweetie, we'll handle it."

Chapter 27

Throwing on their clothes in a hurry, Sid and Prats drove over to Badi Haveli in a rush. Maa had sounded frantic; something was seriously wrong. Entered the haveli at a trot, Prats ran up the stairs, leaving Sid in the hall. Looking back at him, Prats called, "Please come with me, Sid." Hearing her voice, Geeta called out, "Prats, come to Maasa's room, we are all here..." Rushing in, Prats skidded to a halt, letting Sid career into her. An unconscious dadisa lay on her bed, surrounded by the entire family. The local doctor had arrived and was administering first aid.

Kneeling next to Daadisa, Prats gently lifted a frail hand to her cheek. Kissing the papery, almost brittle, blue-veined skin, she whispered, "What happened?" Her mother caressed her head with a gentle hand, "Don't know, Piyu; your father heard a thud a while ago and found Maasa lying unconsciousness on the floor of the passage. The first call was to the doctor; the second to you..."

As the doctor injected Daadisa with something, Prats massaged her feet gently, watching as, finally, Daadisa's eyes fluttered open slightly. "Chori, tu aa gayi? <Girl, you have come?> Aur mera Jagan? <And my Jagan?>" Sitting next to her pillow, Bikramji said, "Yes, I called him too. He will arrive as soon as he can." Trying to prop herself up, Daadisa peered around at everyone, "Siddhant, you are here too... Accha hai <that's good>." Gently bidding her to lie down, the doctor said, "She's had a massive heart attack; we need to get her to the hospital ASAP."

As Prats rode the ambulance along with Daadisa and the medical team that had arrived, Bhoomiji and Sid chased it down the sleepy roads, screeching to a halt in front of the hospital. As Daadisa was rushed to the ICCU, she held on to Prats hand, forcing her to run along. As the doors were being opened, Daadisa pulled Prats close with surprising strength, "Chori, God knows if I will survive this; but I want you to promise me something. I don't want to see you alone all your life. Marry Siddhant... I know he has offered." Prats withdrew in shock, "Nooo... I vowed never to marry, Daadisa!" Daadisa whispered back, "Break your vow for me, chori... please."

As Prats sagged back against Bhoomiji, whose strong hands propped her up, Daadisa was wheeled into the ICCU. Looking around nervously at all the people gathered around them, Prat's eyes were drawn to the sternly quiet man standing aloof at the back of the crowd. Their eyes locked for an interminable moment before he turned silently and walked away.

Sitting in the waiting area was never more difficult. The prognosis was not good. Daadisa needed open-heart surgery, but since that was not available here, they were inserting stents till they could get her to the best doctors available. As Prats sat on tenterhooks, her mind wandering between Daadisa and Sid's stern visage, her mother came to sit beside her. "What are you thinking, Pratishtha? Say something..." "Maa, what Daadisa is asking for is not correct. I am not made for marriage. Marrying against my will will make not only me, but will also make Sid unhappy. I know him, he will agree if I tell him so, but is it fair on my part? He can get someone so much better than me; someone who will love him back " equally, if not more so. How can I expect that he be so forbearing? And what about his family? A marriage by order? Who will accept that?"

Holding Prats twisted hands gently in hers, "Well, I only know what Daadisa has asked you to do. And I know that you and Siddhant are made for each other. I only have to see your face and hear your voice when you are talking to him or about him. I really don't know what you feel, but Siddhanth has told your father that he wants to marry you. Whether he is strong enough to do so in these circumstances is what we need to see. Go speak to him Prats; maybe you will surprise each other. Go now, baby; Daadisa won't need you for some time now."

Walking slowly out of the hospital, Prats looked around for Sid. Unerringly drawn by her instincts to the back of the hospital, she found him sitting under a huge banyan tree, deep in thought. Approaching him soundlessly, she was surprised when he mumbled, "Come, sit down, Prats." Perching carefully on the rock next to him, she cleared her throat, "Sid, I'm sorry that my family put you in this precarious situation. But, I just can't bear to see Daadisa this way." Turning sideways to her, Sid gently put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her head onto his shoulders. As she burst into tears, he gently smoothed her hair with sure, tender strokes. On her quietening, he whispered, "Piyu, you needn't be coerced into doing something you don't want. I am totally against this. I love you and definitely want to marry you, but not like this. Daadisa will be fine after her operation. You can talk to her then..."

Prats smiled sadly, "I know she will be fine, but this is the first time ever that she has asked me something. I can't say no to her, I can't... Can you help me in this, Sid? Can you stand with me as my best friend? Of course, you can say no if you really don't want to. But, if you possibly can, will you please marry me, Sid? Please..." Laughing out loud for the first time in a while, Sid said. "Listen to yourself, Piyu. Are you asking me or not? Yeh bhi koi proposal hota hai <is this any kind of proposal>?" Smiling up at him, she pulled away from his arms. Picking up his hand, she kissed it, "Marry me, Sid. I promise I'll be the best wife you could ever have."

Leaning forward to kiss her forehead, he whispered, "It would be my pleasure, darling. And I promise you, you will love me, and soon." Looking deep into each other's eyes, some promises made, some wishes declared, they lost all sense of time until a loud cry disturbed them. "Pratsi! We've arrived!! Come quick." Glancing up, Prats yelled, "Jagan!" and pulling free of Sid's hold, ran to toss herself into the waiting arms of a tall, handsome, boyishly good-looking man. As Sid followed slowly behind, he noted a pretty lady in a pale pink salwar kameez, holding the hand of a chubby three-year-old boy, gazing at the embracing twosome with fondness.

Chapter 28

Breaking the hug, Prats turned back to draw the mother and child into her hug. Picking the child up, kissing his round cheeks a dozen times, she turned to Sid, holding her hand put to draw him close to her. "Sid, this is Jagan, his wife, Kangan, and Manohar. And all, this is Siddhant, my fianc." She watched with a smile as both men sized each other before stretching out their hands for a firm shake. Jagan grinned and ruffled her hair, "We know, Muniya <small bird>; Bapusa just told us..." Turning to Siddhanth, he smiled, "Don't get bullied by my family, Siddhanth. Do what you feel is right." Sid shook his head in bemusement, "Yeah, my head spins sometimes, but at the moment, I am grateful to your family. They have been rather instrumental in getting me what I want."

Walking into the hospital, Siddhanth went over to where Bhoomiji was sitting. "Sir, with your permission, I would like to marry your daughter, as soon as possible. I am going to call my parents to whichever hospital we are taking Dadisa, so you can discuss the hows and whats." Hugging Sid close, Bhoomiji said, "I knew when I saw you that you were the right one for my daughter. Thank you Siddhanth for understand Prats as you do."

Keeping Prats close to him, Sid dialed his mom's number, "Maa, I have some good news for you. You wanted somebody to tie me down, didn't you? Well, here, speak with that someone." Shoving the phone into a surprised Prat's hands, he stood back to watch her mobile face's expressions change as his mother bombarded her with questions. Chuckling, he took the phone back from her, "Maa, she is Pratishtha, a social service worker from Jaitser. She is 25, height about 5 foot nothing, weight? Hmm, let's see... maybe about 45 kilos! Oh, you didn't ask that? Sowwie... And yeah, she is a divorcee, but before you get your insides all tied in a knot, remember that she is the love of my life, and if I marry, it will only be her." As Prats smiled shyly, he flicked his finger at her cheek, explaining that since Prats Daadisa had to be operated in Jaipur, they would all meet there and that the marriage would have to be as soon as possible. He handed the phone back to Prats, watching avidly as she listened to his mother.

"Beta, I am so glad that my son has chosen you. I must admit that a divorcee would not have been my choice, but my son has never gone with my choice. I am just so glad that he has finally found someone who he wants to marry. His love for you is reflected in every word. I am so looking forward to meeting you and welcoming you to our family."

As news of Daadisa's successful operation trickled in, Sumita and Geeta took Prats in to give her the good news. Jagan came up to Sid and said, "Let's have a chat, Sid." Walking out to the canteen, where they ordered a cup of tea each before going to sit on the wall, Jagan said, "I don't know what Prats has told you about me, Sid, but I am sure you know some of the background." Sid smiled, "She did tell me that things didn't work out between you two, Jagan, and some of the reason why." Jagan sighed, "I have often wished I could turn the clock back, and not have hurt the girl who, till date, is my best friend. But, you know what, I just couldn't turn the girl I grew up with into my wife. My mind didn't allow that..." Sid laughed, "I am thankful to your mind. How would I have got Prats in my life then?"

Slapping Sid on his shoulder, Jagan said, "You know, I tried several times to introduce Prats to good guys, successful, handsome guys. But there was a wall around her. That is my biggest regret, that I turned such a warm, loving girl into a wary, mistrustful one. But, you know what, I get the feeling that you have already drilled a small hole in that wall. I heard sparks of the earlier Prats in my phone calls with her over the past few weeks. And from all accounts, she is a different person when she is with you or talking of you. I hope we can be friends, Siddhanth. I would love for the four of us to get along well... Ah, Kangan, there you are!"

Smiling at the two men, Kangan gave her hand to Jagan to be hoisted up. "Siddhant, I want to tell you something. When I first got married, I was confused about Jagan's and Pratsi's relationship. Given their history, they should have hated each other. But they didn't, and both played an equally part in each other's lives. I was jealous at first, but gradually I realized that Jagan didn't love her, not in a man-woman way. As I got to know Prats more, I started loving her too. Who wouldn't, tell me? Her innocence, her soft strength, her all-encompassing love for those who she really loves... no one else has those qualities. You are a lucky, lucky man, Siddhant. However, you will have to accept that Jagan is a constant in Prats life. They are besties, and will always remain so."

Prats ran up to them with Manohar in her lap. "What are you three conspiring against me? I know all your secrets, remember that!" As she tossed a squealing Manohar into the air a couple of times, tickling and covering his laughing face with kisses, Sid was surprised to feel a twinge of longing deep in his stomach. "What was up with him now? Kids? Get real, Sid. First get the pheras done..."

As the ambulance zoomed to Jaipur, a convoy followed. The senior Singhs in a Bolero, with Manohar with them. And Sid and Jagan in the front seat of the Jaguar, with the ladies stuffed in the back seat. There was no point in going in separate cars. As Daadisa was admitted to the best heart specialty hospital in Jaipur, where all prior arrangements had been done, someone tapped Sid on his back. Wheeling around, Sid hugged the tall, dashing man with white sideburns, "Dad! Am so glad you are here... And maa too!" The statuesque lady in a light blue cotton sari, hugged him before looking around. "Ah, this must be my Sid's Prats. The description is just right!" Opening her arms wide, she took Prats into a warm hug, "I've finally got the daughter I always wanted." Looking over at Sid, she smiled at him, "Thank you Sid, for completing my family."

Chapter 29

Introducing the two families was no easy task, as the complex relationships were a bit awkward to handle. Prats awkwardness finally dissipated when her mother-in-law-to-be pulled her aside, "Let it be, Pratistha. Or, can I call you Piyu? I heard Sid calling you that a couple of times." At the bashful nod, she continued, "I will figure out all my samdhans (in-laws) later on; I want to know you now - your likes, dislikes, everything... I hope we can be the best of friends." Sitting Prats down next to her, she ran a caressing hand over her hand, "What a petite beauty you are. No wonder my son is lattoo <head over heels> over you... You are so pretty in this bedraggled state, I wonder how beautiful you'll look in this..." So saying, she picked up a bag from a designer store, handing it over to Prats.

Looking for approval at Sid and her smiling parents, Prats pulled out a deep maroon bandhni silk sari and a jewelry box. Eyes popping in anticipation, Prats opened the box to find jadau <studded> bangles and a matching ruby and diamond set. "Aunty, this is so beautiful, but isn't it too much?" she whispered. "Call me Maa please. Aunty is too impersonal. And what is too much? If you like my choice, then this is just the start of my spoiling you..." Leaning forward, she kissed Piyu on the forehead, "Welcome again, beti." Looking into Sid's proud eyes, Prats eyes acknowledged that she now knew where his gentle and loving ways came from. Kissing her new Maa's cheek in gratitude, she went to show her gifts to her family.

Her father-in-law-to-be stopped her on the way, "Pratishtha, I heard you are fond of dogs and vehicles. Well, so am I; let's go out for a spin some time. And call me Dad." Running a fond hand over her head, he turned to Bhoomiji, "So, samdhiji, let us leave these women to their giggling over clothes and jewelry. Sid had mentioned that the marriage has to be soon. We have a lot of work to do..." Bhoomiji inserted, "Do you want us to call our panditji <priest> to match their horoscopes and find the right time? Sureshji burst out laughing, "No, we are not that type of family. Miya biwi razi toh kya karega kazi <when the bride and groom are ready, what can the priest do>? They know whether they suit each other or not, and world over, people marry without checking dates. Don't see all of their marriages failing..." Sobering, he said, but of course, if you all want to consult a priest, I have no problem with that..."

"No, no samdhiji. At first glance, I knew Siddhant was right for Pratishtha. Let's plan the marriage in exactly a week's time. Maasa should have recovered from her operation by then. Is it OK if I book the Rajvilas for all the functions? We'll have to book a few rooms for our guests and yours too. I want this to be the biggest wedding ever..." Sid, who had been a silent listener so far, piped up, "Err, I know you two fathers have been dreaming of this huge wedding for your children, but I would like a small, private ceremony." Turning to put his hand out to Prats, "I hope you agree, Piyu. I was telling both of them that we would like a small wedding, a registered marriage, just for family. I don't want a grand display of pomp and show. This is our private moment of joy. We can celebrate with others later. Dad can host a party for his friends and fellow businesspeople when we return from our honeymoon. And Bhoomiji can host a reception in Jaitser once Daadisa is OK enough to participate fully."

Bhoomiji gave Sid a small punch on the shoulder, "So, first things first, we are Maasa and Baapusa for you from now. Next, I think I might love you more than I love Pratishtha... What you are saying makes perfect sense... Good, we'll go for that, but since we know nothing much of Jaipur, could you help us with the shopping and everything? Kuch to khareedna hi padega... <something will have to be bought, won't it...> Sid slipped his arm around Prats. "Leave it to me, I'll handle it all. Let me start by booking the registrar. He will come to whichever hotel you all are staying in. Scratch that, one of our apartments is empty. All of you can shift there..."

Geeta rushed forward, "None of this lovey-dovey stuff, Sid. If we had our way, you and Prats would not be meeting until the wedding. However, since this is a wedding with a difference, both of you will have to shop together, so... But, no hanky-panky stuff before the wedding and no alone time - at all! We will be watching you'll," she laughed. At Sid's pained face, Prats pinched him gently on the wrist, smiling lovingly at him, "OK Taisa, as you say."

Just then, a doctor came out to inform them that the procedure had gone well, and two people could go in to see her. By unspoken consent, Sid and Prats walked into the recovery room, where Daadisa lay, still frighteningly fragile. Touching one of her feet, Prats whispered, "Daadisa, won't you meet your new damaad?" As the papery eyelids blinked open, Prats drew Sid toward her. At her slight gesture, both bent their heads toward her, letting her breathe a small prayer over them.

As the nurse instructed them to leave, Prats pressed a small kiss on Daadisa's cheek, before walking backward out of the room. As she exited the recovery area, she let out a soft gasp as an arm encircled her waist in the dimly lit passage that led from the recovery area to the waiting area. "Sid, what are you up to?" she muttered while desperately trying to evade the seeking lips that attacked every corner of her nape and shoulders. "Shhh... am just congratulating you and myself on our engagement. Didn't get a moment alone so far!" "But Sid, you promised!" squeaked Prats as hungry lips ate at the corner of hers." Twisting her fully towards him, he smirked, "You did. And anyway, I had my fingers crossed behind my back." Covering her mouth with his, laving his way into the honeyed depths of hers, he sustained himself for the periods of starvation that would follow. Laying his forehead on hers, he kissed her closed eyes tenderly, "Congratulations, Mrs. Siddhanth Shrivastav to be... and thank you for agreeing to be mine."

Chapter 30

Settling the Singhs off at the apartment, Sid and his parents took their leave, promising to be back after 7 to start with the shopping. As the men went off to catch up on some rest and the ladies sat down together, Sumita took Prats hands in hers. "Bitiya, are you happy with this decision? No one gave you a chance to think..." Remaining silent for some time, Prats sighed, "Maa, I cannot lie. If it were left to me, I would never have married. But Daadisa put me into a spot from where I could not back off. And as we drove here, I started thinking, Maa. What am I doing? Getting married to the man with whom I love spending time, the man whose company I enjoy the most, the man who gives me the freedom to be myself? Not a bad deal, Maa... I just hope he never regrets it..."

Sumita smiled tenderly at her, caressing her downy cheek softly, "You know Prats, when your father and I got married, we didn't know each other at all - typical arranged marriage. But look at us today; we can't do a day without each other, even though we are not so openly demonstrative as today's generation is. The love comes sweetheart, even without the caring that you both already share. Anyway, I am glad that you have come to terms with it. Now, you go have some rest. We want a glowing bride..."

At exactly 7 pm, the Shrivastav's arrived, with sweets and flowers for everybody. En masse, the troop headed put to buy the most important item on the agenda - the ring. Only Bikramji was dropped at the hospital to be with Daadisa. Sitting beside Sid in a dark maroon Mercedes, Prats kept stealing shy glances at the man sitting next to her; this enigma who said he loved her, regardless of everything! Was something wrong with him? As their eyes locked, they lost all sense of time and place, jerking back to reality only when Jagan nudged Prats hard, "Muniya, you'll cause an accident! Next time, I'll sit next to Sid!" Kangan giggled, "Have you forgotten your time, Doctor sahib? You caused a traffic jam when you insisted on proposing to me in the middle on the road!"

Entering the showroom, the elders gathered around Sid and Prats, Jagan took his wife off to buy things for her. Rejecting ring after ring, Prats despaired of finding the perfect one, until in the last box that was shown to them, she reached out for one, only to have it picked up by Sid instead. He proffered the huge blue, round-cut sapphire to her, "This one, Piyu? It is so you..." Smiling shyly, she nodded, "I was just picking this one up..." Sid's mom chortled, "Oh my! So much coordination! Already! I better watch out! Go on Sid, slip it on, let's see how it looks." Tenderly picking up her left hand, he slid the ring onto her engagement finger. At the oohs that erupted at the perfect fit the ring was, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Marry me, Piyu? I will be the happiest man on earth." Her eyes tearing up at his reaffirmation, Prats nodded back.

Sureshji told the salesman, "OK, that's done! Can you wrap it up, please?" Sid stood up, "No dad, it's done! My ring is on her finger, and its for keeps. It'll never come off now." At the raised eyebrows, Sid told them, "Small I said, and small it will be. No unnecessary events." Bhoomiji smiled, "I do like you, Sid. You know what you want... OK, Sumita, since we are here, why don't you pick out some other stuff for Pratishtha?" Sureshji interrupted, "We want only the girl, Bhoomiji, not the traditional rigmarole that goes with it... Send her only in one sari." Bhoomiji looked at his wife with pleasure, "OK then, let us just buy some things for our daughter. It may be the last chance we get."

As Prats face dropped, Sid put a hand on her shoulder, "Why last? Don't worry, Prats will trouble you all her life for things." The ladies gathered around, cooing at the variety of baubles available, picking and choosing things for all of them. As Prats turned to Jagan for his opinion a couple of time, Kangan shot a quizzical look at Sid, "Don't feel left out, Sid. Force your way in... I do that all the time; its force of habit now." Taking her words to heart, Sid sat down next to Prats, savoring the full smile she beamed at him.

At around 10 pm, when the shop was on the verge of shutting down, the family trooped out, Sureshji informing them that dinner was ready for them at their home. Jagan interrupted, "Err uncle, if you don't mind, Kangan has never really stopped over at Jaipur. I was thinking I would show her around, if that is alright. And maybe Muniya and Sid could join us?" At the heartfelt, thankful look that Sid threw at him, Jagan winked and led the foursome out to Sid's car.

Sitting around the dimly lit table, after a wonderful, Continental meal, Sid played with Prats fingers under the table, enjoying the sudden friendship that had sprung up between the four of them. He could now understand why Prats and Jagan could not give up their friendship. They were so similar in many ways, with a shared history of so many years. And Prats went out of her way to ensure she included him in every conversation, regaling him with the history of each joke they shared. Sidling ever closer to Prats, he noted that she was shifting toward him too. Leaving her hand, he slid his caressingly along her thigh, enjoying the start of surprise. As she glared at him, he gently tickled her, seeing the glint of laughter in her eyes. He jumped with shock when she pinched his thigh hard.

Jagan laughed out loud, "Go for a walk, you guys! It's been a long day without each other. Kangan and I will entertain ourselves." Not waiting for a second chance, Sid shot up, pulling Prats along with him. Thumping Jagan on his shoulder in gratitude, he dragged Prats along into the huge gardens surrounding the restaurant located in a 5-star property, he almost jogged along until they reached a bench located in the dark recesses at the back of the property. "Uff, Sid! I can't breathe! What was the hurry?" "This, Piyu, this was the hurry. I am starved for you." Pulling her down into his lap, Sid slammed his lips on hers, attacking them as if he would die if he didn't imbibe her into his body. Suddenly avid, Prats threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back fiercely, shaking with the sudden need that attacked her. As the air shuddered out of their lungs, they finally stilled, their bodies twanging in harmony, needing so much more. "Sid, Sid, what do you do to me?" Prats whispered. "Same pinch, darling, I have never felt this urge to meld myself wholly with someone else." Pulling back, he raised her ringed finger to his lips, kissing in and around it, finally popping it into his mouth until her eyes closed in ecstasy. "What can we do, Piyu? Come with me somewhere..." Kissing him gently on the mouth, she whispered tenderly, "Patience darling, patience. I am already breaking my promise... Wait just a week more and we will be together forever."

Chapter 31

The days passed in a whirl of shopping, fittings, beauty treatments, and stolen moments. Daadisa was brought home on the fourth day, frail, but with a new zeal to live. She insisted on following a few traditions - uptan <application of a mixture of sandalwood and mehendi. Preparations had to be made for that too. On the second day before the wedding, Sid and Prats had to go for their final fitting. Accompanied by the two mothers, Jagan, and Kangan, they entered the high-end designer showroom, keen on seeing the final output. Even though the wedding was small, the bride had to look her best.

Amidst a soft whisper of oohs, the ladies watched in awe as an ethereal gold toned lehenga, delicately embellished a thin red border, pearls, and zari work, was drawn reverently from its box. Jagan and Sid were busy with Sid's matching outfit. Half Sid's attention was on the happy face that glowed more than the fragments of tissue in her hand. What deep pleasure it gave him to see her so happy and content! He so wished that he could give her this pleasure forever.

Picking up her joda <dress>, Prats went off to the spacious changing room to try the clothes on. Kangan was on call to assist her, whenever needed. As Prats drew on the lustrous lehenga, she couldn't help wondering if Sid would like it. Would she really look good enough in his eyes? He did keep praising her in everything she wore, but was that just to keep her happy? Putting on her blouse, she reached behind to pull up the tiny zip holding it in place. Struggling and contorting herself in her attempts, she finally had to call out, "Kangan, come help me, please! I cannot manage by myself..." Bending to adjust her lehenga, she gasped in shock; warm, hard hands had clasped her hips, holding her in place while mobile lips nibbled a path down where her zip should have been.

"Sid! What are you doing here? Someone will see us..." He husked, "Na, Kangan and Jagan are keeping everyone busy..." Twisting her around, he nibbled a couple of kisses down her arched neck, "Sweetheart, we can't meet after tonight... I know that for sure. Just want to spend a couple of minutes in your arms, to sustain me till Saturday." Winding her fingers tenderly in his hair, she pulled his head up to gaze deep into his eyes, "Yeah Sid... Saturday, and we will be together forever. Till then, my darling..." She kissed his forehead tenderly, string kisses along his eyebrows, his nose, his cheeks, down his slightly bristly chin, pausing just before his lips, waiting for him to grab her lips up with his. Holding her as gently as if she was breakable and infinitely precious, he breathed a soft kiss over her lips, waiting till her lips parted softly before taking her mouth and tongue in the softest, tenderest kiss imaginable. Losing themselves in the warmth of other, they woke up to reality when a soft knock on the door made Sid quickly put her away from him with regret. Flicking her nose with his finger, he whispered, "Until Saturday, sweetheart," before quickly vanishing out the door.

That evening, for the first time, Sid's family came to the Singhs without Sid. They brought with them Sid's cousins who tenderly anointed Prats with the uptan they had brought. Using betel leaves, they daubed her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin with the golden paste. As a dholak <drum> was brought out, the two familes sat down to sing some ancient songs and anoint each other with uptan too. As the anointment degenerated into a free for all, there was much merriment and laughter, as the uptan was plastered on everyone who passed by, even the men. Prats sat demurely, enjoying the antics and the pleasure of her family. However, her pleasure was somewhat dimmed by the fact that she could not see the sparkling eyes she so longed to see.

Early the next morning, as she woke to prepare for the milk bath her mother and aunt would give her, her phone rang. Smiling at the name Siddhanth sahib blinking on the screen, she sank back on the bed, hearing the voice she had so longed to hear. "Good morning, Piyu...just one more day to go. Did you sleep well? I didn't..." Giggling softly, Prats said, "I slept wonderfully, Sid. With so much pampering, who wouldn't?" "Really, Piyu? You must be glowing then... Can you come out on the balcony, please baby?" Getting up, Piyu asked, "The balcony, Sid?" Running to the balcony on wings of hope, she peered down, and there he was, sitting in his Jaguar and smiling up at her. Almost jumping up and down with glee, she captured the kiss he blew her in one hand, holding it to her heart, before blowing a series of kisses at him. Laughing aloud at the mimed faint, she whispered, "Thank you, Sid. I so needed to see you today..." Wincing as her ear was pulled, she turned to see Geeta, grinning and shaking a finger at Sid. Pulling Prats in gently, she laughed "You two are incorrigible! Sumita didi, your daughter is a goner!"

That evening, as the apartment block lit up in a cascade of tiny, yellow, flickering lights, the sounds of the shehnai emanated into the surroundings. The mehendiwalis<ladies who apply henna> arrived, ready to decorate the hands of the few ladies present in the house. Sid's mother had already delivered the mehendi from her house - meant especially for Prats. Sitting Prats down in a comfortable position, the main mehendiwali began the long and arduous process of decorating Prats arms - till the elbows - and legs - till the knees. Watching the intricate whorls being drawn on her, Prats felt a deep sense of satisfaction... A few of her friends who had come down from Jaitsar and Delhi attended to all her needs, making her feel as if she were a queen. Even though she had been married earlier, she had never understood the rituals so far...

Indira came running over to her side, holding her phone to her ear. It was Sid again. "Piyu, I have your name written on my palm... it feels wonderful. Did they do the same to you?" Piyu smiled shyly at Indira, "Yes, Sid... the name Siddhanth has been interwoven on my hand and in my life forever. Now, only the formalities are left to be completed tomorrow." Sighing hard, Sid whispered, "One more sleepless night for me, Piyu. But, you rest well... You'll need it, darling."

Chapter 32

The morning broke with the aroma of flowers strewn all over the house and stairs. At 11 am sharp, the Shrivastavs entered the flat to the strains of the shehnai. A small party of 20 baraatis <groom's party> - close relatives and friends and a couple of their retainers carrying gifts for the bride and her family. Greeted at the door by the gharaatis <bride's party> showering them with rose petals and itar <rose water>, hugs were exchanged between the two parties, Sid standing in the center, resplendent in his golden sherwani and red dhoti, eyes straining to catch sight of his bride.

Sumita approached Sid with a thali <platter> filled with all the auspicious symbols of a good life. As he bent a considerable distance, holding his hair away from his forehead, she anointed him with blessings. Taking him by the hand, she led him to the living room, where Daadisa semi-reclined on a huge chaise lounge, glowing with the joy of having her dream fulfilled. A small table had been set up near her, where an official looking man in a black coat waited, surrounded by eatables and juices. The Registrar had already arrived.

Bidding Sid to sit down next to her, Daadisa caressed his back while calling to Geeta to fetch Prats. His head swiveling to follow Geeta taiji's tracks, Sid tried peering into the room she entered. Although barely a couple of seconds passed before the door opened again, his lungs felt as if they would burst as he held his breath involuntarily. Like his dream unfolding, Prats stepped forward, head bowed demurely, hands tied in front of her. A sheer golden tissue veil covered her head, making her face seem as if it was throwing of a thousand mellow sparks. The gold and red lehenga swirled with her every step, hiding yet showing off the perfect body it covered. The kundan jewelry framed her face, making her seem as majestic as a queen. The deep maroon mehendi, interspersed with bangles and gold, winked through the veil.

As Sid watched, enthralled, her eyes lifted to meet his unerringly, answering his unspoken call. Losing herself in the deep chocolate brown pool of his eyes, she walked straight to his side; no one else existed for them. Unheedful of propriety, Sid stood up, giving her his hand, smiling softly as she took it unhesitatingly. Standing face to face, their reverie was broken when a couple of Sid's friends hooted and Prats friends broke into laughter. Looking around dazedly, the two quickly sat down next to Daadisa, their handhold still unbroken.

Bhoomij cleared his throat, "Well, Registrar sahib is waiting. Should we begin." As Sureshji concurred, the duo were led to stand in front of the table. Looking through his files, the Registrar began his proceedings, making them sign paper after paper and asking a few questions. Looking around, he said, all the couples signatures are done. I now need two witnesses from both sides. The two fathers stepped forward, with a cousin stepping up from Sid's side. Jagan walked up slowly, "If no one minds, could I be a witness?" At the smile that spread on everyone's face, the four witnesses signed at the requisite places. Closing his files, the Registrar smiled, "Well, congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Siddhanth Shrivastav. You are now married in the eyes of the Government of India." Leaning forward, he shook hands with first a softly blushing Prats and then, a beaming Sid. Sid's mother stepped forward, holding a couple of flower garlands in her hand. "Just for old times' sake, Sid, let us do this one ritual..." Smiling at Prats, he placed a garland around her neck before stooping low to allow her to do the same. When a sindoor daan <container if vermillion> was offered to him, Sid took a small pinch and gently anointed Prats forehead with it while someone held her pallu away. As they stared deep into each other's eyes, their eyes spoke of promises made and promises kept.

Sid's chacha <uncle> came forward, "Son, I have a small prayer I want to say on this occasion - just to bless you'll." Soon, a few others joined in; some prayers in Sanskrit, some in Hindi, and still others in English - just a heartfelt desire and wish for the two to live happily ever after. As the air resonated with the blessings and the shloaks (holy verses), the gift giving began, with each person personally giving the two a small token for them to start their life together.

Again taking a place next to Daadisa, they were handed a thaal filled with delicacies that they were supposed to share. Lifting a morsel with his fingers, he raised her ghoonghat slightly with his other hand, proffering a bite to her. As she delicately took the bite from his hand, he shuddered as if someone had electrocuted him. As she swallowed, his eyes tracked the almost translucent skin of her neck, barely realizing when her fingers nudged his lips. Taking the bite she offered, he gently nipped on the tips of her fingers, making her jump in shock. Gazing into each other's eyes, they longed for everyone to disappear, but it would not happen so conveniently.

The room lost its somberness as revelry imbued everyone. Music was switched on, with the younger members breaking into song and dance. The oldies found themselves dragged centerstage too, surprising the youngsters when they met the challenge and more. Daadisa urged Sid, "Chora, why don't you and Pratishtha dance too?" As Indira pulled on Sid's hands, he rose slowly, looking at Prats for approval. At her glancing down at her heavy clothes ruefully, Sid murmured, "Maybe my wife won't be able to dance in these heavy clothes, so..." Looking at Daadisa for approval, he swooped Prats into his arms, making his way to the middle of the floor. As the crowd parted to bursts of laughter and tenderness, he did a small round of the floor, whispering "At your service forever, my lady."

Cameras clicked wildly, capturing every moment for posterity. Finally, Sureshji approached Bhoomiji, "Samdhij, it's time to take our leave, with your permission." Sobering up, the family gathered around Prats, freshening her up for the short journey she had to make to her new home. As the moment of bidai approached, everyone's realization that life would never be the same again came to the fore. Eyes teared up, hugs were exchanged, blessings were given, as they all went downstairs to see their Muniya off. Sid's parents and family got into their cars, while he waited for the farewells. Jagan came up to shake hands with him, "Take care of her, Sid. No more tears for her now... I had caused enough!"

With Prats tenderly seated in the car by her father and Tauji, Sid bade a last farewell to all the people, trying to ignore Prats sobbing mother and Daadisa, "Don't worry; we are right here, and whenever you want to meet Piyu, just give me a call..." Sliding into the back of the car, he saw a tense and nervous Prats scrunched into a stiff wall. Asking the driver to leave, he waved at the Singhs before turning to Prats. Moving closer, he took her stiff hand in his, "Piyu, I know you controlled your tears in front of your family. But you can use my pagdi (turban) as a hanky, if you want. At the eatery giggle that emanated from her, he slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer until she snuggled against him like a limp cat seeking comfort.

The car turned into a brightly lit driveway, lined by tall date palms, and leading up to a palatial red stone house. Stepping out of the car, Sid offered Prats a hand, drawing her gently out of the car. Greeted by a troupe of dholkiwalas <traditional musicians> and a shower of bright yellow petals, they were greeted by the Shrivastavs. Sid's mom gently took Prats hand, kissing it, before leading her up a short flight of steps, across a marble inlaid expanse, to the front door. Just as they reached there, Prats was startled as a huge head butted against her hand. It was Sultan! Sid laughed softly, "The start of our married life would be incomplete without Sultan. I sent someone to collect him this morning, and he has settled in just fine." Cooing in Sultans' ears, Prats looked at Sid with renewed respect - he took care of everything.

Gently pushing the urn filled with rice over with her right foot, she stepped into the thaal filled with a vermillion paste and then took her first, suspicious steps into the house, guided by her mother-in law. The house (her new home) was like a miniature museum of Indian art. Done up in marble and jade work, the interiors were made warmly beckoning by the yellow lights used at strategic nooks. Without everything really sinking in, she walked past a myriad smiling faces, being made to sit on regal diwan<chaise lounge>. As Sid took his place next to her, it made for wonderful photo ops. In a while, Prats mother-in-law came to her, "Beti, you must be exhausted with those heavy clothes. Come with me; you can change into something lighter before dinner and the rest of the functions." When Sid stood up too, she pushed him gently back into his seat. "Siddhanth, you only need to take off the sherwani. Stay in your dhoti and kurta for the rest of the evening; remember, you didn't want to spend time on shopping?"

Waiting on tenterhooks, Sid's eyes lit up when Prats finally emerged. Clad in a vermillion red, khadi cotton salwar kameez that had a gold tissue trim to it, her face looked deeply mysterious behind the red veil that now covered it. Her kohl-lined eyes sought his in approval, quickly passing over his deep maroon kurta and dhoti. After partaking in a sumptuous repast of traditional Rajasthan food, the clan gathered around to take part in several games, which were supposed to prove who would emerge dominant in the marriage. Sid and Prats both purposely lost a few of the games, allowing them to be declared equal partners.

When Prats suppressed a yawn delicately, her mother-in-law called a halt to the games. "My daughter-in-law is tired. Girls, why don't you take her to her bedroom?" Sid's cousins pulled faces at Sid, teasing him for following them. Sureshji laughed, "Patience son... the fruits of patience are sweet."