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Hello all...
Here comes the next story in the series...
This is going to be a Two-Shot...
I've taken quite some artistic license in this OS - the context is that the beautiful Karvachauth sequence we saw towards the end of the show did happen, minus the presence of Sheetal. That is, Khushi's gorging on food before midnight, the "Ab naa jaa" song, the conversation (including that adorable pout of Arnav 😳 ) in their room...
Hope you enjoy...and please do leave your comments...
25. Annapoorna
"... sambhaaliye..."
"Hamesha sambhaalta rahoonga..."
"...tum jeeti aur main haara... matlab mujhe har saal yeh sab karne dena hoga..."
"... main tumhein kuch dena chaahta hoon..."
"Arnavji, aapka yeh files kahaan rakhni hain?"
"Jahan tumhara mann karein..."
-------------- This Gift Deed of a PRIVATE LIMITED CATERING COMPANY is executed in New Delhi between ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA in favour of Mrs. KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA-------------
" Company bhi tumhari hain aur files bhi. Maine register karva diya... tumhara Dabba Company ab ek legitimate business hain. Tum jabse chaaho shuroo kar sakti ho, jahan se chaaho operate kar sakti ho, aur jise chaaho partner banaa sakti ho..."
"Main jaanta hoon ki tum khaana banaane se aur khaana khaane se utna hi pyaar karti ho jitna ki mujhse..."
One weekday, sometime in cold December, Arnav's white Tata Safari came to a halt in front of the massive front doors of Shantivan. The passenger door and the left back door opening in unison, two beautiful women got down, and waving goodbye to the young man in the driver's seat, closed the doors. Calling out a hurried goodbye to his Di and Bhabi, Dhruv sped off, already late for a conference he was attending at JNU. NK having taken up staying back at ARH Gurgaon during the weekdays, it had fallen to Dhruv to be the designated driver for the ladies' temple visits.
Waiting for one of the Prakashs to open the door, Khushi linked her arm through her Di's,
"Kitna quiet lag raha hain naah, humara ghar, sab ke bina?", refering to her absent family, with Manorama and Devyani off on a visit to a relative's house, Payal spending the day with Buaji at Gupta Sweets, and all the men at work.
"Haan Khushiji... aapko nahin pata ki aapke aane se pehle kitna mushkil hota tha din kaatna. Ab toh aap hain naah mujhe company dene ke liye", Anjali smiled, patting her sister-in-law's hand fondly.
"Bilkul! Aur aaj toh Arnavji aur Dhruv donon ko dopahar ka khaana bhi nahi le jaana hain toh aaj poora din hum aapke seva main haazir hain!", Khushi replied, with a smart salute, setting Anjali off into peals of laughter, that continued to resonate in the house all through the morning as Khushi followed her from room to room, playing assistant to Anjali's weekly inspection-cum-cleaning of the house and its valuable possessions.
Finally, finishing all the rooms on the ground floor, Anjali sent the domestic help off for their lunch, and both women settled down to a leisurely meal, chatting away about anything and everything. A short rest followed in front of the afternoon news and Khushi followed Anjali upstairs, "Di, humara, Dhruv , Nanheji aur Jiji ke kamre hum kal hi Jay Prakashji se saaf karvaya. Ab iss floor mein bus aapka hi kamra bachaa hai."
"Arre, humari room ko aapne chod diya! Yeh toh partiality hua!" Anjali exclaimed, knowing very well that her mock-pout wasn't going to sail with her Bhabi. Grinning, Khushi too shot back, "Madamji jo so rahi thi kal dopahar ko, ki hum unko disturb karna nahi chaaha!"
Pushing the door open, Anjali laughed, "Haan, kal hum bahut dhake hue the. Waise toh kamra saaf hi hai, buss kuch papers sort karna tha, jo hum rearrange kar rahe the."
Settling down on the floor near the table where Anjali had put all the papers, Khushi smiled up at her, "Toh shuroo karte hain. Aap bus humein bataayiye ki har ek paper kaunsi type ki hain aur hum waise hi arrange karenge."
Chuckling at the mischievious face grinning up at her, Anjali settled on her chair and started handing down the papers to Khushi. It was a mismatched pile of old receipts, photocopies of documents, copies of her certificates, and finally, quite a few drawings, which surprised even Khushi, who knew what a good artist her Di was. One needed to only take a look at the multitude of paintings done by Anjali that adorned the walls of Shantivan and the intricate protraits she had done of each family member to spot her immense talent. But these were a different sort altogether.
"Di... yeh sab kya hain?"
Glancing up absently, Anjali smiled, "Woh... arre woh sab humare puraane kaam ke papers hai." Extending her hand to take the papers from Khushi, she murmured, "Kitna mazaa aata tha humein yeh sab karte hue..."
Staring up at her sister-in-law's face, Khushi's heart clenched at the wistfulness she found there. Suddenly realizing how lonely Anjali must be, without a life of her own, with all her moments revolving around her family who were all busy living their own lives, Khushi put her hand on Anjali's knee, "Humein bataayiye naah, Di..."
Smiling down at Khushi, Anjali replied, "Aapko pata hai, Khushiji, hum bhi aapke Arnavji ke tarah bahut hi smart the padhaayi ke maamle mein. Humara interest thoda artistic side mein tha toh humne M.A. kiya Fine Arts mein aur jab Chotte America se wapas aake AR shuroo kiya toh hum bhi the uske saath, uska haath bathaane. Humein Design Department ka responsibility tha, Fashion aur Interiors, donon ka. Jaise AR ka growth hua, waise hi humari bhi... Hum side mein Interior Deisgning bhi seekha, aur ek MBA bhi liya. Yeh drawings humare design works ke hain. Par phir humari shaadi huyi, aur...", she trailed off with a sigh.
Khushi was about to reply when her phone rang.
"Hello..."
"Ji, namaste, Khushiji. Main Gautam bol raha hoon, Prateeksha se. Payalji hain wahan?"
"Namaste, Sir. Jiji toh yahan nahi hain, Buaji ke paas gaye hue hain. Aap unke phone par try kiye the, kya?"
"Ji, Khushiji. Phone lag nahi raha. Aapse ek vinati hai, Khushiji. Bus Payalji se keh deejiyega ki jo kapde hum Sharma wedding ke liye banaaye the, woh unhe bahut pasand aaya, aur 10% zyada paise diye hai."
"Arre, waah, yeh toh kamal ki news hai, Gautamji. Hum Jiji ko aate hi yeh khabar de denge."
"Dhanyawad, Khushiji. Aur ek baat poochna tha, aapse. Kya aapko koi stage designer ya caterer pata hoga jo Abhilaasha ke saath kaam karne ko taiyyaar honge? Bahut saare enquiries aate hain yahan ki kya hum ek package deal de sakenge yaa nahin, dress designs ke saath."
"Humein toh pata nahin hai, Gautamji. Ek kaam karenge, Arnavji ke aane ke baad unse pooch lenge. Shaayad unhe pata ho..."
"Ji, dhanyavad. Achcha Khushiji, ab main rakhta hoon. Kuch information mila toh phone keejiyega..."
Finishing the call, Khushi looked up to see a curious Anjali waiting impatiently to hear what that discussion had been about, and once Khushi updated her, said, "Yeh toh badi nek kaam hogi, agar koi Prateeksha ke saath milkar kuch kar paya, toh."
While Anjali got back to sorting her papers, Khushi too continued her task, but Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada ke dimaag mein kuch pak raha tha...
Here comes the next story in the series...
This is going to be a Two-Shot...
I've taken quite some artistic license in this OS - the context is that the beautiful Karvachauth sequence we saw towards the end of the show did happen, minus the presence of Sheetal. That is, Khushi's gorging on food before midnight, the "Ab naa jaa" song, the conversation (including that adorable pout of Arnav 😳 ) in their room...
Hope you enjoy...and please do leave your comments...
25. Annapoorna
"... sambhaaliye..."
"Hamesha sambhaalta rahoonga..."
******************************
"...tum jeeti aur main haara... matlab mujhe har saal yeh sab karne dena hoga..."
******************************
"... main tumhein kuch dena chaahta hoon..."
******************************
"Arnavji, aapka yeh files kahaan rakhni hain?"
"Jahan tumhara mann karein..."
******************************
-------------- This Gift Deed of a PRIVATE LIMITED CATERING COMPANY is executed in New Delhi between ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA in favour of Mrs. KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA-------------
******************************
" Company bhi tumhari hain aur files bhi. Maine register karva diya... tumhara Dabba Company ab ek legitimate business hain. Tum jabse chaaho shuroo kar sakti ho, jahan se chaaho operate kar sakti ho, aur jise chaaho partner banaa sakti ho..."
******************************
"Main jaanta hoon ki tum khaana banaane se aur khaana khaane se utna hi pyaar karti ho jitna ki mujhse..."
******************************
One weekday, sometime in cold December, Arnav's white Tata Safari came to a halt in front of the massive front doors of Shantivan. The passenger door and the left back door opening in unison, two beautiful women got down, and waving goodbye to the young man in the driver's seat, closed the doors. Calling out a hurried goodbye to his Di and Bhabi, Dhruv sped off, already late for a conference he was attending at JNU. NK having taken up staying back at ARH Gurgaon during the weekdays, it had fallen to Dhruv to be the designated driver for the ladies' temple visits.
Waiting for one of the Prakashs to open the door, Khushi linked her arm through her Di's,
"Kitna quiet lag raha hain naah, humara ghar, sab ke bina?", refering to her absent family, with Manorama and Devyani off on a visit to a relative's house, Payal spending the day with Buaji at Gupta Sweets, and all the men at work.
"Haan Khushiji... aapko nahin pata ki aapke aane se pehle kitna mushkil hota tha din kaatna. Ab toh aap hain naah mujhe company dene ke liye", Anjali smiled, patting her sister-in-law's hand fondly.
"Bilkul! Aur aaj toh Arnavji aur Dhruv donon ko dopahar ka khaana bhi nahi le jaana hain toh aaj poora din hum aapke seva main haazir hain!", Khushi replied, with a smart salute, setting Anjali off into peals of laughter, that continued to resonate in the house all through the morning as Khushi followed her from room to room, playing assistant to Anjali's weekly inspection-cum-cleaning of the house and its valuable possessions.
Finally, finishing all the rooms on the ground floor, Anjali sent the domestic help off for their lunch, and both women settled down to a leisurely meal, chatting away about anything and everything. A short rest followed in front of the afternoon news and Khushi followed Anjali upstairs, "Di, humara, Dhruv , Nanheji aur Jiji ke kamre hum kal hi Jay Prakashji se saaf karvaya. Ab iss floor mein bus aapka hi kamra bachaa hai."
"Arre, humari room ko aapne chod diya! Yeh toh partiality hua!" Anjali exclaimed, knowing very well that her mock-pout wasn't going to sail with her Bhabi. Grinning, Khushi too shot back, "Madamji jo so rahi thi kal dopahar ko, ki hum unko disturb karna nahi chaaha!"
Pushing the door open, Anjali laughed, "Haan, kal hum bahut dhake hue the. Waise toh kamra saaf hi hai, buss kuch papers sort karna tha, jo hum rearrange kar rahe the."
Settling down on the floor near the table where Anjali had put all the papers, Khushi smiled up at her, "Toh shuroo karte hain. Aap bus humein bataayiye ki har ek paper kaunsi type ki hain aur hum waise hi arrange karenge."
Chuckling at the mischievious face grinning up at her, Anjali settled on her chair and started handing down the papers to Khushi. It was a mismatched pile of old receipts, photocopies of documents, copies of her certificates, and finally, quite a few drawings, which surprised even Khushi, who knew what a good artist her Di was. One needed to only take a look at the multitude of paintings done by Anjali that adorned the walls of Shantivan and the intricate protraits she had done of each family member to spot her immense talent. But these were a different sort altogether.
"Di... yeh sab kya hain?"
Glancing up absently, Anjali smiled, "Woh... arre woh sab humare puraane kaam ke papers hai." Extending her hand to take the papers from Khushi, she murmured, "Kitna mazaa aata tha humein yeh sab karte hue..."
Staring up at her sister-in-law's face, Khushi's heart clenched at the wistfulness she found there. Suddenly realizing how lonely Anjali must be, without a life of her own, with all her moments revolving around her family who were all busy living their own lives, Khushi put her hand on Anjali's knee, "Humein bataayiye naah, Di..."
Smiling down at Khushi, Anjali replied, "Aapko pata hai, Khushiji, hum bhi aapke Arnavji ke tarah bahut hi smart the padhaayi ke maamle mein. Humara interest thoda artistic side mein tha toh humne M.A. kiya Fine Arts mein aur jab Chotte America se wapas aake AR shuroo kiya toh hum bhi the uske saath, uska haath bathaane. Humein Design Department ka responsibility tha, Fashion aur Interiors, donon ka. Jaise AR ka growth hua, waise hi humari bhi... Hum side mein Interior Deisgning bhi seekha, aur ek MBA bhi liya. Yeh drawings humare design works ke hain. Par phir humari shaadi huyi, aur...", she trailed off with a sigh.
Khushi was about to reply when her phone rang.
"Hello..."
"Ji, namaste, Khushiji. Main Gautam bol raha hoon, Prateeksha se. Payalji hain wahan?"
"Namaste, Sir. Jiji toh yahan nahi hain, Buaji ke paas gaye hue hain. Aap unke phone par try kiye the, kya?"
"Ji, Khushiji. Phone lag nahi raha. Aapse ek vinati hai, Khushiji. Bus Payalji se keh deejiyega ki jo kapde hum Sharma wedding ke liye banaaye the, woh unhe bahut pasand aaya, aur 10% zyada paise diye hai."
"Arre, waah, yeh toh kamal ki news hai, Gautamji. Hum Jiji ko aate hi yeh khabar de denge."
"Dhanyawad, Khushiji. Aur ek baat poochna tha, aapse. Kya aapko koi stage designer ya caterer pata hoga jo Abhilaasha ke saath kaam karne ko taiyyaar honge? Bahut saare enquiries aate hain yahan ki kya hum ek package deal de sakenge yaa nahin, dress designs ke saath."
"Humein toh pata nahin hai, Gautamji. Ek kaam karenge, Arnavji ke aane ke baad unse pooch lenge. Shaayad unhe pata ho..."
"Ji, dhanyavad. Achcha Khushiji, ab main rakhta hoon. Kuch information mila toh phone keejiyega..."
Finishing the call, Khushi looked up to see a curious Anjali waiting impatiently to hear what that discussion had been about, and once Khushi updated her, said, "Yeh toh badi nek kaam hogi, agar koi Prateeksha ke saath milkar kuch kar paya, toh."
While Anjali got back to sorting her papers, Khushi too continued her task, but Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada ke dimaag mein kuch pak raha tha...
...to be continued...
Author's Note:
So... what do you think? 😊
So... what do you think? 😊
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
