RaBir FF -A Cast of Characters chapter 97/98 & Epilogue pg121/2 (4 - Page 91

Chapter #90

Looking over her shoulder when Sareena opened the door to the suite, Rajeev was comforted by the impassive expression on Jack's face. It, at least let him know that the peril to Naomi was not of a physical nature. Rather it seemed, hemmed in by both their mothers whose animated protestations had left her red-faced and teary eyed, his fiancee appeared more in danger of having her feelings hurt.

"Tell me," he asked Sareena, who had been summoned to the room before he had come to discern the reason for their delay.

"The mothers have insisted that she not participate in the Sangeet performances in deference to her pregnancy."

"Are they right?"

"Nay, but my opinion has been disregarded since it is not in line with theirs."

"She made the mistake of complaining how she stiff she felt, and they just ran with it," Jack whispered, as he joined the pair near the door.

"And well she should be," Sareena added. "What was it, just over five hours in one position for her mehendi; any one of us would feel the same."

Rajeev closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Sareena, I trust you, but I need to be sure; are you certain..."

"One or two dances will do no harm; in fact she will probably feel better for it. Besides, she has already modified her routines as a precaution. Her choreography is gentle at best, and I'm sure whatever you had in mind is of the same vein."

"Thik hai; why don't the two of you go and rejoin the festivities, I'll take it from here. And remember Jack, you're off the clock now; have some fun on us." He saw the pair out and then turned to settle the two well meaning, but irrationally anxious would-be grandmothers.

Alone finally, Rajeev took his handkerchief and gently dabbed Naomi's eyes, careful not to disturb her makeup. He doubted that she would want to chance smudging her henna reapplying it, and it was certainly not in his area of expertise. They would have to call for help should she need a retouch , which would just delay them further. He stood up, and then after some consideration - and seeing no other option - reached for her elbows to help her off the settee. He said nothing when she emitted a low moan, but moved his hands to her waist to support her when she stretched. Afterwards he adjusted the folds of her skirt and then finally moved back to admire her. It was her third change of the day and although constant in their hues, each outfit had progressed from the simplicity of the chiffon saree she had worn for the haldi to the splendid gown she now adorned for the dance and dinner that would bring the day's festivities to a close.

"You're exhausted aren't you, Sweetheart?"

She couldn't lie to him, and only hoped that he wouldn't take up their mothers' stance. "It has been a long day," she conceded, "but I'm sure I'll feel more alert after a little walk around."

"One dance, Sweetheart, and then we will play it by ear after that, thik hai?" He accepted her nod, and then collected her dupatta. "On or off," he asked.

"I didn't want to chance it rubbing against the henna, but it's dry enough now, and if you think I really should wear it..."

He took a good look at her. Her shoulders were invitingly bare tonight; well almost. One delicate, oblique strap: embellished with embroidery and metallic beading and more decorative than functional, originated from the smattering of beadwork that accented the soft yellow bandeau bodice of her ankle length top. The sheer panels of yellow net that began immediately under the bodice offered peeps of her midriff, but it too was heavily embroidered in a vertical floral design of baby pink and blue, orange sherbert and lavender until the pattern reversed to form a horizontal border above a solid sherbert colored piped hem. Metallic beading throughout gave it added glamour while the solid yellow silk lehenga with its geometric diamond border embroidered in complimentary pastel shades, grounded the whimsical overlay. And then there was the connotations of her elaborately hennaed hands..

"You are perfect just as you are, Sweetheart," Rajeev answered succinctly.

Naomi bit her lower lip and then looked away wondering if his compliments: neat and to the point, would always make her feel as if a thousand butterflies had set flight in her stomach. "I guess we better get going then," she said daring to meet the warmth shining in his eyes.

"Ji; we better," he agreed.

They were half way out the door when she remembered the stop she wanted to make before returning back to the hotel's garden.

They caused quite the stir in the hotel lobby, particularly among the foreign tourists who were enamored with both her henna and their attire, when Naomi had approached the concierge for help in finding the two little girls - Nicola and Chloe- whom she had met when returning back to her parents' suite to clean up after the haldi ceremony. She thought they may be on the same floor, but other than knowing this and their names, really didn't have much to go on.

"Oh you should have seen them Rajeev, they were the cutest things. They thought I had had a major mishap with some finger-paint and expected me to be severely punished for it. They couldn't believe that it was done on purpose."

"Well you were quite the mess when it was all said and done."

"And you were not?"

"You were definitely the bigger target though."

Namoi's smile warmed him. "The fact that everyone got into the spirit of things made it totally worth it Rajeev. It was an excellent ice breaker. Even stuck on my perch getting my mehendi done I could see that everyone was getting along and having a great time."

There was no doubt that they had, Rajeev thought. Their mothers and Naomi had done an excellent job organizing the event. There had been more than enough to keep the guests well occupied: the traditional music and food had been plentiful as had the extras added to the merriment with the henna artists and bangle maker specifically popular with the women. For the men the tucked away bar was a source of measured jollity under the watchful eyes of their significant others. He had done his part entertaining the men present when he was not attending to Naomi's needs as she was mostly sequestered in the brightly decorated dais. His attentions were noted and aptly commented on by both sides of the family, and the basis of some good natured taunting, which he took in stride. That the two families were melding quite nicely by the end of the function, and his bride was happy was more than enough for Rajeev. He could only expect that this would continue with the Sangeet. If that was: he could get his bride going.

Thankfully, the hotel staff met with success in locating the family and a few minutes later a smiling group entered the lobby. Naomi excitedly turned to Rajeev who was on his mobile after answering an incoming call. He disconnected when she tapped his arm and faced her. He immediately saw what the fuss was all about and why the little girls had garnered Naomi's special attention when the impossible to tell apart little angels approached each holding one parent's hand.

"Hi girls, do you remember me?"

One of the little ones, the one sucking her thumb, nodded, while the more outspoken one said exactly what she was thinking. "You got a bath, but now your hands are dirty."

"Not really, see it's actually a design that I got for my wedding." Naomi then lifted her hem. "On my feet too," she add.

Her thumb removed the other little girl spoke. "I like your dress; you look like a princess. Is he the prince," she asked referring to Rajeev who stood near.

"He most certainly is, and we are on our way to a fancy party, but I insisted that we find you so I could give you these, because I will be leaving for home soon."

"What is it," they asked in unison, taking the pretty gift bags from Rajeev.

"Just a few things every princess should have, plus a treat to go with them. But you have to check with Mummy before you eat them okay?" She then looked to their parents. "Thank you for letting me meet them; they are just adorable."

"It's no problem at all, the yellow painted lady was all they talked about for the rest of the day," the girls' mother answered. "And please accept our congratulations on your marriage."

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Deeming it safe to hook Naomi's arm through his, Rajeev looked down at his love, and returned the smile she flashed him.

"Tell me that wasn't worth the delay," she stated with her free hand resting tellingly near her abdomen.

"It was," he agreed as they meandered down the fairy-light lit path. As they grew closer to their destination they heard a festive track wafting in the quiet of the evening.

"I think they started without us," Naomi joked.

Rajeev answered non-committedly as they maneuvered the last turn in the winding path, aware that she would soon get to know what awaited them. She stopped short and gasped at the boisterous welcome they received as their guests stood waving sparklers in a rousing salute to the intended couple.

"That was not a part of my planning," Naomi pronounced, as she and Rajeev took their seats front and center for the performances their family and friends were anxious to put on for them.

"Aacha; perhaps our mothers or the hotel management..."

"I don't think so Mr. Rajeev Agarwal. I suspect that someone dearer to me would do something like this just to make me smile."

"Aacha...Vihaan then," Rajeev suggested: immediately seeing that she wasn't buying that either. "Or perhaps it was just the groom imparting a little something into the festivities in hopes he wouldn't later be accused of just showing up."

Naomi blushed as she recalled her earlier insistence that he be an active participant in their planning. "I've learnt my lesson on what is most important, and it's not the planning, Rajeev."

He moved to brush a stray curl behind her ear and let his fingers linger and trail slowly down her neck. "Aacha, so it is fine for me to cancel..."

"Hello you two; if we can get your attention to the front."

They jumped apart when Vihaan's voice came over the mic he held.

Up on the stage he grinned and winked at his Bhabhi confirming that he was fully aware the small intimacy she and Bhaiyaa had just shared. That Stefan stood right beside him meant that he had also been witness to it, and Rajeev could imagine the thoughts running through his brother-in-law's mind other than that he had caught him red-handed pawing his sister. Most likely he would be ending the day the way it began - offering apologies to the man.

"Okay everyone, as the long suffering siblings of our love-birds, Vihaan and I have the honor of being co-MCs of this lovely event, which we would like to inform you has been altered to some degree."

"Exactly," Vihaan continued. "Because so many of you have really gotten into the spirit of things, we are going to divide the performances into two sections. First we will have some fun competition with the bride's family up against the groom's. These pink chits are for Team Bride and the Blue one's Team Groom. We will pick one of each and then the pair may dance as a couple or as adversaries in a dance off."

"And," Stefan interrupted, "to make things a little more fair we will be throwing in some English tunes in there... so don't be surprised if you have to moonwalk across the stage to get the one up on your opponent."

"Now if after all of this Bhaiyaa and Bhabhi aren't too intimidated, they will show us how good they are on the dance floor, and then after that we have a very special performance for you. So what say everyone: are we ready to begin?"

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Whether by design or not, so much time had been taken up with the performances, that it looked as if they would only have time for one dance after all, but as he watched her, Rajeev realized that neither did Naomi comprehend or even care. Her delight in their families' comradery had definitely supplanted her insistence to dance the night away - if that had been her intent. He was still captivated in her beauty when he saw her suddenly jump up and approach the stage. Only then did he realize that the music had stopped and the crowd was cheering rapturously. Rachna's father's dance moves to Bruno Mars' Uptown Funk had brought all of the guests to their feet. Even his opponent, one of Naomi's younger male cousins had conceded defeat and had spent most of the song cheering enthusiastically for his opponent.

"You were brilliant Dayal Uncle," Rajeev heard Naomi announce when he joined her.

"I have music in my soul, beta."

"That will be a hard act to follow, Uncle," Rajeev added.

The older man placed his hand on their head to bless the couple. "All the best, betas, he said with a smile.

"Well it seems our couple is ready to take to the floor."

"Indeed, but as MC isn't it our prerogative to change the programme as we deem fit, Vihaan?"

"Absolutely...In fact Bhai; Bhabhi take a seat we think this next batch of performances should come before yours."

Stefan took to the centre of the stage. "So family and friends, as we mentioned before, Vihaan and I are the only siblings of our special couple; and consequently we have had a special insight into this courtship of theirs. As such we feel it only right that we give you the truth of things."

"Exactly Stefan; you see before they take to the dance floor and dazzle you all with Bhabhi's pretty dress and some sappy romantic music; a twirl, a dip, and maybe even a lift or two that have all of you thinking how very perfect they are, we will aim to reveal their truth... in song and dance of course. So without further delay...let's start with their very first meeting."

Everyone laughed when Kabir walked on to the empty dance floor: a hockey stick in hand and a frown on his face. Not long after, Aryia, obviously sent to look for her papa toddled towards him, followed by Rachna who, with an overly dramatic flair searched the stage for little girl. The pair silently improvised the couple's first unfriendly interaction before freezing in place in the center of the stage. Vihaan's voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Everybody knows that first impressions mean everything don't they; and this scene clearly does not give any indication that a love story is about to begin. Or perhaps when I reveal what was actually going through Bhai's mind at the time, it does."

On cue the DJ blasted Tune Maari Entryiaan over the speakers and Kabir (as Rajeev) began his performance, an animated appeal to Rachna/ Naomi for her attentions - The guests, including the affianced couple, erupted in cheers.

"Will you miss your Devar, after I kill him," Rajeev whispered in Naomi's ear.

"Don't be a sour-puss, Rajeev; it's all in good fun," Naomi answered.

" I first got wind of something going on very early, when I was forced to meet Rajeev over a Skype call. Naturally as a responsible older brother, I did the needful, of telling this stranger to stay away from my sister, but the next thing I knew, Naomi had taken up hockey of all things. Now our family is acutely aware that although she is a star in many areas, anything involving physical activity...well I digress. Anyway I thought some more and realized that a lot must be going through Naomi's mind if she was willing to risk life and limb.Something like this:

Nothing could have ever prepared any of them for Daadi's impish dance to Uff from Bang Bang; her dance moves emoting the young woman first falling in love:

Uff mere dil mein thodi khaali si jagah thi
Uff Tune aa ke bin kiraaye ye jagah li
Kuchh keh bhi na saki, ye kaisi bebasi
Yoon chupke chupke aaya bin bulaaya mehmaan
Uff mere dil mein thodi khaali si jagah thi

Hum ko na khabar kab kaise aaya wo.. O o, O o..

Dil se khus-phus kya farmaaya wo.. O o, O o..

Hum ko na khabar kab kaise aaya wo.. O o, O o..

Dil se khus-phus kya farmaaya wo.. O o, O o..

It looked that anyone who hadn't performed in the first lot of performances had decided to participate in this musical rendition of their love-story, but the most poignant performance came from the most unexpected source, when Jack and Sareena enthralled everyone there with their beautiful choreography to Tum Hi Ho. It totally encapsulated the deep love the couple had come to feel for one another like nothing else.

But not to outdone, Vihaan and Stefan attempted to steal their thunder when they grooved to Baby Doll as they gave an account of Rajeev's transformation from lovelorn hockey Coach to the supermodel known as GQ Sir. Although neither were spared, it was clear that brother and bother-in-law were purposely ragging the groom far more than Naomi in the retelling of their romance. Either way it was one hell of a conclusion to the performances.

"Which brings us today's celebrations," Vihan concluded breathlessly when they finished. "Now frankly I don't believe that our couple will have anything to add to the story, but I figure we should let them have a go. What say you Stefan?"

"Definitely," Stefan agreed, "Although I know anything they do will be sub-par after this. Come on Kid; you're up," he called out with a smile to his much loved little sister.

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Kehte Hain Khuda Ne Iss Jahan Mein Sabhi Ke Liye
Kisi Na Kisi Ko Hai Banaya Har Kisi Ke Liye
Tera Milna Hai Uss Rab Ka Ishaara Maanu
Mujhko Banaya Tere Jaise Hi Kisi Ke Liye
Kehte Hain Khuda Ne Iss Jahan Mein Sabhi Ke Liye
Kisi Na Kisi Ko Hai Banaya Har Kisi Ke Liye
Tera Milna Hai Uss Rab Ka Ishaara Maanu
Mujhko Banaya Tere Jaise Hi Kisi Ke Liye
Kuch Toh Hai Tujhse Raabta
Kuch Toh Hai Tujhse Raabta
Kaise Hum Jaane Hume Kya Pata
Kuch Toh Hai Tujhse Raabta
Tu Humsafar Hai, Phir Kya Fikar Hai
Jeene Ki Wajah Hi Yahi Marna Issi Ke Liye
Kehte Hain Khuda Ne Iss Jahan Mein Sabhi Ke Liye
Kisi Na Kisi Ko Hai Banaya Har Kisi Ke Liye

Meharbaani Jaate Jaate Mujh Pe Kar Gaya
Guzarta Sa Lamha Ek Daaman Bhar Gaya
Tere Nazara Mila, Roshan Sitaara Mila
Takdeer Ki Kashtiyon Ko, Kinara Mila
Sadiyon Se Tarse Hai Jaisi Zindagi Ke Liye
Teri Sauhbat Mein Duaayein Hain Ussi Ke Liye
Tere Milna Hai Uss Rab Ka Ishaara
Maanu Mujhko Banaya Tere Hi Jaise Kisi Ke Liye
Kuch Toh Hai Tujhse Raabta
Kuch Toh Hai Tujhse Raabta
Kaise Hum Jaane Hume Kya Pata
Kuch Toh Hai Tujhse Raabta
Tu Humsafar Hai, Phir Kya Fikar Hai

Jeene Ki Wajah Hi Yahi Marna Issi Ke Liye
Kehte Hain Khuda Ne Iss Jahan Mein Sabhi Ke Liye
Kisi Na Kisi Ko Hai Banaya Har Kisi Ke Liye

Rabaata

had been their song choice, for their first, and as it turned out to be, only dance. So much time had passed with all of the impromptu performances that almost as soon as the music had ended, it had been time for their meal to be served. After that, Rajeev had barely had enough time to lock her bracelet on her wrist, before goodbyes were exchanged and she had been spirited home, to remain there until the wedding ceremony. None of it had mattered, not then when she had still been floating on air from being in Rajeev's arms for the all too brief moment, nor today as she waited. In the end, the mothers had got what they wanted: for her to rest. It had been a great execution; she had to hand it to everyone involved. She couldn't even be angry with any of them: especially not today. Smiling, Naomi leaned over and once again inhaled the scent of the roses that had been delivered this morning. The deep red bridal bouquet; a gift from her husband-to-be was exquisite, and another one of his unexpected touches. She hadn't even bothered with flowers, but he had, knowing that had they married in the UK, that at least for the legal ceremony, she would have carried a bouquet. She closed her eyes and exhaled quietly - it was almost time. The distant sound that had carried on the air, coming ever nearer, now sounded as if it was right outside her window - finally. She opened her eyes, bright with unshed tears, and met a smiling Rachna looking at her in the mirror's reflection.

"The baraat has arrived."

Chapter #91Part A

If you haven't figured it out I really like the pairing of Rajeev and Naomi, so I really wanted to do justice to their shaadi, a daunting task, since I am just a British fan of Indian Serials. Any errors we will just blame on Naomi's imparting her western ways LOL. At any rate I hope you enjoy, and for fun I have included the link to the entrance music Naomi has been obsessing over ...so here's my two part chapter 91:

"Come on Papa we will miss everything!"

Kabir held Sanjay by the shoulder as he was about to dash out the door in response to the sound of procession growing closer. "Wait, beta," he commanded, allowing Naomi's parents and Daadi to proceed, before falling in with the remainder of the bride's family who followed their elders. Once outside, Kabir hoisted Sanjay to his shoulder so that the diminutive boy could have the best vantage from which to view the proceedings. The crowd outside was incredible; far more than he would have expected, and frankly a source of worry. Over and above the groom's family and friends who had entered the home's forecourt, a crush of casual observers had amassed outside the residence for a glimpse of the local celebrity coach and his foreign bride on their special day. Unfortunately the byproduct of the public's heightened interest was a shocking number of press hovering in the vicinity. Whereas the pre-shaadi events had been cloistered within the confines of the hotel; the wedding being held at home was proving more problematic. Despite the increased security, they had to contend with the fact that as a public street, they could not curtail access to the immediate area completely. To the left of him, he heard a reporter hail him, requesting a comment on the day's proceedings. Automatically, he began to turn to acknowledge the speaker, ducking when he narrowly missed being struck by an elongated camera lens that unexpectedly swung towards him and then up towards the upper level of his home. The sound of the camera's rapid shutter followed, causing Kabir to chart the direction of the photographer's interest. He caught the briefest glimpse of the bedecked bride who must have taken an opportunity to take a quick look out of second floor window. Just as quickly, the drapes fell back in to place, removing the reason for the photographer's invasiveness. When Kabir finally turned, however he saw that the man had clearly become embolden by the perceived freedom he had been allowed , and had come over the perimeter fence, and onto the property.

"I'm sorry you have to leave."

"C'mon KT cut me some slack; it's not right that we all be shut out of the event, when others clearly are not," the persistent man insisted.

He was correct in his summation, but the two sanctioned journalists were courtesy of the newspaper that Rajeev's father had recently become the major shareholder of. Naturally they would be given the exclusivity, but even that had come with stipulations.

"I must insist, "Kabir replied evenly. Stealthily he looked around for the nearest security personnel should he need to remove the man post haste without creating a scene. Thankfully it did not come to that when the man decided on to leave on his own volition; or perhaps he hadn't ,Kabir thought when in the next instant Jack appeared at his side. Kabir couldn't hazard a guess what the bodyguard could have done to encourage the swift exit, but Kabir was certain that he had been the reason for the reporter's departure. The two men stood convivially watching as Naomi's mother performed the aarti for her son-in-law; welcoming him and his family home. Outside the crowd of spectators pressed as close as they are able.

"I will feel better once we get everyone inside," Jack confessed. "Much easier to maintain the barrier between the legitimate and the unknown." he added for Kabir's benefit.

The designer perused the vast crowd. "Are you expecting trouble on either front, Jack," he asked in a low voice.

"Ow Papa, you're squeezing me too tight."

Unaware of his involuntary reaction to Jack's concerns, Kabir nuzzled his son's hair. "Sorry, beta. Aacha, It looks like they have almost concluded. Would you like to get down now?"

"Ji Papa, can I say hello to Vihaan Uncle now?"

Kabir nodded and set him on the ground, watching closely to ensure Sanjay went directly there. He smiled as the little boy basically ended up where he began - up in Vihaan's arms. The latter cavorted excitedly as he entered the home, encouraging the little boy to follow his lead. Assured of his son's well-being, Kabir turned back to the concerns of the bodyguard.

Expertly, Jack continued to scan the throng of people as the last of the groom's party filtered into the home. Quickly eliminating those who had started to move on, seeing that the pageantry of the baraat had ended, he radioed the additional hired protection personnel, reiterating his instructions to maintain the perimeter and report immediately anyone remaining who may unwisely attempt to circumvent the delineated border and move onto the private property. Just because he, himself had not seen ought to cause alarm, did not mean that there was no potential danger in the remaining people gathered. And as foolhardy as it would be for anyone to attempt something during such a well-secured event, he understood that such was not out of the realm of possibility. Still his instincts told him that, for the moment, all was well. Finally, he turned to his host. "I'm absolute follower of an ounce of prevention being better than a pound of cure, but in this instance, I say that you should relax and enjoy the festivities. Shall we go," he asked the designer, indicating the home's entrance.

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Rajeev folded his hands in greeting and exchanged pleasantries with the married couple, Naomi's university friends, thanking them for their felicitations and sharing their appreciation for the venue's appearance.

"Naomi has always been very artistic, but this...this truly surpasses all imagination."

The groom smiled and nodded, before bidding the pair goodbye, when they were called away by other guests.

"Aacha, you learn quickly, Rajeev; allow your spouse undeserved credit in order to maintain a happy home."

The coach turned around and immediately held his hand out to the designer. "Namaste Kabir, I was wondering where you were. How are you?"

"Clearly not as well as you my friend...if I may?" With a discerning eye, Kabir studied the fit of his friend's sherwani. It had been a hard sell to get Rajeev to agree to the non-traditional color scheme of mauve and grey, but definitely worth the persistence. Whether the man wanted to believe it or not he definitely had the stature to carry off the modern look, which would complement his partner's wedding look. "I may have to offer you some form of residual payment once your image is published. I expect my business to increase many-fold ..."

"And I would still be the better off," Rajeev interjected. "If I haven't expressed it well enough Kabir, thank you. I would have never imagined that any of this would come to be from a single invitation to dinner..."

Kabir shook his head " Blame Destiny my friend; it was never my doing that..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an arm encircled his shoulder as Vihaan stepped in between the two of them. He placed his other arm around his brother's shoulder. "Arrey guys, enough of the sentimentality; there will be enough of that during the actual ceremony. I think this floral explosion has affected your senses. Do you think Bhabhi has left any roses in the city at all?" He motioned a passing waiter and procured drinks for the three of them and offered a quick toast before swooping off to socialize further before the auspicious time arrived. The two older men shared the welcome peace that came with the younger Agarwal's departure.

"Vihaan is right about one thing though. This is an incredible display; should we add floral designer to your list of accomplishments, or will you continue to allow your better half to receive all of the accolades."

"Go to hell, Kabir," Rajeev jokingly responded before turning to greet more guests.

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There had been an almost steady stream of visitors to the upstairs bedroom, but the constancy of Rachna's company had been both a welcome respite, and deterrent to everyone who wished to meet the bride..

After another family member congratulated her from the door on how beautiful the great room looked, Rachna shut the door and laughed aloud. "I think you may as well give up, Naomi. No-one is going to believe that you did not conceptualize the entire thing. They would only be half wrong, if it helps" Rachna suggested.

"Be that as it may, it was his decision to augment the design into what it is now," Naomi answered "I cannot take the credit."

She had in fact, been on the brink of a breakdown when it appeared that the floral order had been completely bungled; when wave upon wave predominately deep red and lavender roses were brought into the house. As beautiful as they were; she hadn't ordered half as many, and worse yet none of the pale purple hydrangeas she had wanted, were anywhere to be seen. She had only calmed down when the lead florist of the team sent to decorate had provided a copy of the change order that had been endorsed by R. Agarwal. Chastened that her uncertainties got the better of her, Naomi had telephoned to affirm that he had actually done this. Rajeev had listened in silence as she had apologetically stumbled over her words as she questioned him over changing the floral design.

.He was absolutely unapologetic, and only asked her to trust him. "I'm sorry you felt the need to call me, but yes Sweetheart, I have made the changes. I know you will like them...and the reason behind it."

"Which is what exactly Rajeev Agarwal," Naomi asked bewildered by his absurd spontaneity that had the potential of ruining everything.

He hurried when she would have interrupted him "At the very least, I hoped it would make up for the last time you received flowers at home - knowing that something so personal was used against you, I wanted to replace that bad memory . Now just relax and when the time comes, please confirm our stairs to the florist for me, thik hai? "

His request made no sense to her but she agreed anyway.

Watching as the florists began suspending the pale purple rose garlands, interspersing them with the reflective strings of crystals that twinkled as the light caught them, inside the translucent columns of the modern acrylic mandap that she had selected before topping it with the most exquisite red rose floral swag, Naomi looked on amazed that he would do this for her, although she still couldn't fathom the reason. She soon noticed a common theme of all of the lavender roses being encased in glass or some other lucent vessel while the red roses displays were bold, almost to the point of being overpowering. Finally she couldn't contain herself, and went to supervisor for an explanation. The man, who expected her questions, had smiled at her and told that it all had to with the language of roses, and the meaning behind the different colors.

"Take the lavender rose for instance: they generally signify enchantment and love at first sight."

Naomi hadn't known that, but the thought made her smile. "And the red rose is for love right; that's pretty common knowledge..."

"Ji one could say that, but more so they actually convey deep emotions; an enduring love full of respect and devotion and passion." The decorator smiled as the young woman blushed as she pondered on the explanation he had given. He then excused himself and got back to work.

Naomi remained there, staying out of the team's way, but keenly watching their progress. As Rajeev had forewarned, the only time her input was needed was when she was asked to point out specific stairs to the supervisor. When the room: from top to bottom had been transformed into a floral paradise, the lead decorator had gone one last time to his vehicle, leaving Naomi alone in the space and her thoughts on the design. A multitude of delicate purple roses had been placed on the steps themselves on wall side of the staircase in a variety of cylinder vases all with floating candles while the red roses commandeered the staircase hand-railing completely, from top to bottom where it cascaded dramatically on to the floor almost as it was a waterfall. What the flowers said to her was what had begun as a fascination had been protected, and nurtured until it became something enduring and long lasting; at least that's what Naomi imagined the meaning to be. She walked and stopped at every one of "their steps" and noticed that a touch of red had been added to complement the lavender rose arrangements. The only exception, she found when she reached the stair where she had professed her love, and in the tall clear vase was one single red rose in full bloom. Her hand went up to her mouth, as she realized she was so on the right track. And then the florist had returned with the wedding bouquet, and Naomi finally understood that she was about to marry the most unassumingly romantic man on earth.

"Princess..."

Naomi blinked, coming out of her recollections. "Daddy?"

"It's time Princess."

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The guests had been seated and Rajeev waited at the mandap for his bride. He smiled as Rachna walked down the staircase, looking lovely in her rose pink saree, As close as to a wedding party as they would have, which they both agreed was not necessary; Rajeev knew that as her sole attendant, Rachna's arrival meant Naomi would not be far behind. He smiled at his wife's best friend as she walked and joined her fmily who waited not far from the mandap. With a clear view of the upper level, he then looked to the direction he expected his love to come, escorted by her father.

the bride's entrance

Not leaving anything to chance, and knowing that she had exactly 49 seconds from the beginning of the overture to be taking her first step down the staircase, Naomi pressed the wireless remote to start the entrance music. On her father's arm she walked the landing and waited. As she had anticipated, he faltered and came to a complete stop when he recognized the tune.

"Daddy, are you okay?"

"I wasn't expecting this Princess," he said his voice gruff with emotion. "I figured that with you going the traditional route that you would have chosen ..."

Naomi shook her head. "How could it have been anything else, but this music, Daddy," she responded as she remembered her seven year old self being taken to the cinema to see Ever After by her father, and her subsequent obsession with the Cinderella story. Her father had totally indulged her fixation and would humor her by constantly re-watching the film with her and reluctantly promising that, when she found her own Prince Henry he would walk her down the aisle to the soundtrack. It had seemed so long ago, and maybe he had forgotten it, but she wouldn't have had it any other way.

She reached up with the small hanky she carried, and dabbed her father's moist eyes.

"Daddy, it's time; will you walk me to my prince?"

He leaned over and kissed her forehead before taking a shuddering breath. I expect I had better before your mother comes up here," he joked through his tears." Come on Princess before I change my mind."

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Rajeev didn't care who heard him exhale in relief when Naomi resumed her walk, and judging by the twitter surrounding him, he would gather that many of the guests had. To say that he had experienced a moment of sheer panic when the father and daughter duo suddenly came to a complete stop would be a gross understatement. He had waited unsure, as the finally revealed music continued playing and the pair stood immobile, talking for what seemed a lifetime. His heartrate had quickened as he, and all of their guests, began wondering what could be wrong. He sought out his mother-in-law with anxious eyes for some understanding of what was happening, and found relief when he saw her smiling. Only then did he comprehend the probability of nothing being untoward in this unforeseen stoppage other than that the giving away of his only daughter - his princess- was possibly the hardest thing any father could do.

She may be her father's princess, Rajeev thought as he faced Naomi, but to him she seemed no less than an angel: delicate and ethereal. He thought he had steeled himself against her appearance when he got a good look at her at the top of the staircase, and trusted his self- control, to get him through the rituals without making a complete fool of himself. But now up close he was even more dazed by her The lavender bridal lehenga already made luminescent by the iridescent beadwork took on an even more stunning air when paired with the diaphanous veil and dupatta , and complimented by the ornate diamond bridal jewelry she had chosen. She shone with an inner and outer beauty, and he was just captivated ; surely there could be no luckier man on earth. When it came time to exchange garlands, he gladly bowed his head, making no pretense of resisting at all when she reached up placed the red rose garland over his head. He was sure he heard Vihaan's moan that he had acquiesced so easily, but it didn't matter, because in a most uninspiring move Naomi did the exactly the same, smiling sweetly and remaining completely still when Rajeev did the same for her.

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Naomi could only assume that no matter the type of ceremony, that one's own wedding would inevitably pass in the blink of an eye. Despite the mantras and chanting of the pundit throughout, it felt as if one ritual gave way to the next: one minute her father was placing her hand in Rajeev's, and even though she was aware that it wasn't true, somehow, in what felt like mere moments, the time had passed and then she was standing for the pheras. In her preparation for the wedding, of all it was this ritual that she welcomed: the vows that they would make to each other; divine promises that would forever unite the two of them.

They had taken turns first leading and then following the other: willingly and with an abundant joy they made and received promises to each other in tandem. Amidst the shower of rose petals that cascaded upon them, as plentiful as the love they felt from their family and friends, and most importantly for each other, they declared and validated their union in this most important of rituals. Each circumambulation moved them closer to the destiny they had been born to reach together. And then, this too was done.

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She - his wife - sat on his left side now, as dictated by the almost completed rituals, were all that remained was for him to adorn her with the symbols of a married woman. Unabashedly he ached to complete this and cover her with the visual proofs that she was his - for now and always. For all appearances; she sat composed as she awaited these final rites which would authenticate her status as his wife; a sereneness he knew to be false. He could see it in her eyes; his ill-disciplined darling was bursting at the seams, wanting to express the happiness that shone as she looked at hm. For once he couldn't fault her, he felt the very same. His mother, herself beaming with pleasure approached and provided the first adornment: the mangalsutra that Rajeev had meticulously selected for her, taking into consideration her likes as he had come to know. As he leaned in to place it around her neck, he winked at her roguishly, knowing that for decorum's sake she would not respond as she would like. Her eyes flashed a warning that he would gladly take her up on later. However both sobered when the priest instructed Rajeev to apply the sindoor. The act would bring the culmination of all they had wished for; and if both got a little blurry-eyed as he filled her maang, nobody cared; certainly not the two of them nor any of their loved ones who celebrated with them that evening.

Chapter #91 Part B

Naomi leaned into the crook of Rajeev's shoulder, not daring to turn again to look out the car window. She shuddered once more into the hanky, and tried to gain some semblance of control. Clearly she was suffering the effects of heightened hormone levels; because her bawling had been excessive to say the least - and absolutely unnecessary, after all she would see them all again four days from now at the gala reception that her in-laws were throwing in their honor. But when it came time to leave; her determination to bid her family farewell with dignity failed her. Oh she was fine for the most part as she went through the steps of the vidai ceremony. Yes, there had been a few tears when she embraced so many of her kin who had travelled so far to share her special day, and yes, even more came when they had come face to face with her brother. Stefan had pulled her into a firm embrace.

"You have a good guy here, Kid - remember that, okay," he whispered in her ear before squeezing her tighter. "I love you, sis." He then raised his head and released her gently sending her in the direction of her husband, before holding his hand out to his brother-in-law.

"I promise, I will take care of her," Rajeev stated preemptively as he took Stefan's hand in his.

"Oh I know you will; you have no choice," Stefan replied before, pulling the man his sister had chosen closer to slap him on the back. "Welcome to the family Rajeev. It will be hard sometimes, but if you can, be patient with her."

"Hey, I am right here you know" Naomi interrupted, before her brother chucked her under the chin.

"I'm just one skype call away, okay?"

Naomi nodded and then smacked her brother on the arm when her sibling interrupted her.

"I was talking to Rajeev, Kid," he teased, causing her brother and husband to laugh at her expense.

She had turned away and came face to face with her parents along and the Tripathi family.

"Are you ready, beti," Daadi asked gently. "I think Rajeev has been more than accommodating."

Naomi knew that he had, but it truly felt as if she was leaving home for the last time. She noticed then how teary-eyed Rachna appeared as she leaned on KT.

"I will talk to you later, Ra?"

Rachna laughed between her tears when Kabir interjected, "At the reception; not before, and I'm referring to both of you. The two of you can do without each other for at least that length of time."

"You can't boss me around anymore, KT. I am officially off your hands now."

"Aacha, but it doesn't look as if you wish to leave home Naomi, so..."

Naomi approached them and hugged the couple, squishing Aryia in the process. "I love you guys so much," she said. She gave Aryia a kiss and then turned to Sanjay. "Goodbye Buddy, I will see you at the party in a few days okay?" She turned around and noticed that Rajeev was now having a word with Jack, who winked at her from afar, before ushering the groom to his bride.

Walking with her mother for the last time, Naomi giggled when her parent advised her to maintain a happy married life, that it isn't necessary to be right all the time - 95% is good enough. She had then kissed her daughter before turning teary-eyed to her new son-in-law and doing the same to the tall handsome man. "Take care of my babies Rajeev," she whispered "All 3 of them, okay?"

However it wasn't until her father embraced her before she left to start her married life that Naomi began to cry in earnest. It didn't help that Daddy had seemed hesitant to let her go, and when he finally placed her hand in Rajeev's, his words told her more than ever how much she was loved.

"It seems my job is done now; I protected her, provided for her and most importantly loved her until she could make her way to the one meant for her. I just didn't expect the perfect one for her to be so damn far away. Promise me son, that you will pick up where I've left off and cherish my Princess. That's the only thing I ask."

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He had instructed the driver to take the scenic route to allow his wife the time to compose herself. Eventually, her trembling subsided and she relaxed against his solid frame; she may have even napped a little as quiet as she had become. Smiling in the dark, Rajeev leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you Rajeev," she whispered surprising him.

"I love you too Sweetheart. Are you ready to go home now?"

"Yes, please."

Naomi giggled when she needed his help getting out of the car after her failed first attempt. After so many hours, all of her finery felt incredibly cumbersome and heavy. They held hands as they entered the building and then took the lift up to their flat. He reached into his pocket for his key when she remembered that she had never got her own key back from Daadi.

"Actually Sweetheart, this is your key."

"Are you saying you forgot your key at home, Rajeev? Really how irresponsible," she teased.

"Would you like to do the honors, wife, being that it's your key," he asked holding the key out . She nodded and reached for it and had almost inserted it into the lock, when she suddenly found herself lifted into Rajeev's arms. She squeaked in shock.

"What are you doing, how am I supposed to..." She smiled when he crouched down enough for her to complete the task of unlocking the door, and turned the knob.

"Had we stuck to our original plans, I had all intentions of carrying my new bride over the threshold of our hotel suite. Will you not allow me this tonight?" She responded by wrapping both arms around his neck, and waited as he nudged the door open.

"Arrey, Rajeev, beti...what is wrong?"

The couple stopped in shock, when Rajeev almost knocked his mother over when he kicked the door open.

"Maa...," Rajeev began, and then seeing the prayer plate realized what was going on.

"Do you need the doctor, Beti?"

Naomi tapped Rajeev on his shoulder to signal him to let her down. He complied and Naomi rushed to assure her mother-in-law that she was fine. At the same time Rajeev took her hand to prevent her from entering the flat. Savitra sent her son a slightly exasperated look. " Just because she did not come home; did you expect that we would not have a proper welcome planned for our bahu, Rajeev?"

"You are absolutely right, Mother. Thank you..."he squeezed Naomi's hand to stop her from coming to his defense, and then waited for his mother to complete his bride's Griha Pravesh.

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"Mummyji"

Savitra paused at the bedroom door and looked back at her bahu who sat on the decorated bed in anticipation of her husband's eventual arrival.

"Ha Beti?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for everything; I know you made some concessions and allowed me to deviate from tradition a bit."

"I've come to learn that compromise is important, beti. And change is not necessarily a bad thing."

"I'm glad that you think that way, because I have something really important I would like to ask before you go. You see, Daadi mentioned this evening that it is customary for an expectant mother to return to her mother in the latter part of her pregnancy, and..."

Savitra Agarwal smiled. "I am sure that Daadi will take very good care of you, beti."

Naomi nodded. "I'm sure she would, but actually I was wondering if I could come home to you instead? Aside from the fact that Daadi will have her hands full with Rachna, I think it only right that the Agawal grandchildren first moments are with..."

Her mother-in-law burst into tears and returned to the unconventional yet very special young woman fate had brought into their lives. Naomi had got off the bed by the time the older woman had reached her and returned the unexpected hug she received.

Finally after an absolute eternity, Rajeev closed the door behind his parents. He activated the newly installed alarm, thinking that he should show it to Naomi, but not tonight. He then went about turning off the lights before making his way back to their bedroom. There she awaited him looking as beautiful as when he first laid eyes on her earlier today. His eyes were immediately drawn to the sindoor and he found himself in a quandary of fighting the desire that had gripped him hours ago, and taking his mother's unsolicited advice pertaining the care he should take due to her pregnancy. Something in Naomi's expression led him to believe that she had been subjected to the same topic. There was a definite timidity about her. It probably would be for the best to heed his mother's words. Before he went to her, Rajeev went to the water pitcher and poured himself a glass to wet his dry throat. If only the cool water could temper the heat coursing through his veins. Determinately, he went to the bed and held out his hand.

"Come, I'd like to show you something."

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He took her to kitchen to show her the well- stocked refrigerator that would render them self-sufficient for the next few days, so that they needn't venture out at all. She denied being hungry, and then allowed him to lead her again. Of all things Rajeev decided then would be a good time to give her an in depth lesson in their new security system. Barefoot and still in her wedding lehenga , learning the intricacies of the alarm, which she was, in fact, most appreciative of, was not at all how she expected to commence their first night as husband and wife.

"Rajeev, it has been a really long day, shouldn't we head to bed?"

"Well there is one more thing I would like to show you."

Naomi's lips tightened, but she nodded. She didn't want to turn into a shrew on her first hours of married life, but she didn't understand what was wrong with him; his mood had completely changed. She followed Rajeev as he entered the closest guestroom to the master suite. It was dark, but rather than turning on the overhead fixture, he reached for a lamp near the door.

The room had been emptied and carried the scent of fresh paint, but it wasn't overpowering. The wall mural was the first thing she saw: a whimsical rendering of the Tripathi staircase, with each of stair of their love-story shimmering due to some special paint technique. To the side a large design board stood laden with photos and fabric swatches. Naomi went closer to the mural , lovingly running her hand over the stairs that meant so much to them.

"I was thinking that perhaps we could add a few toy decals on the stairs or getting the artist back here to paint them on a little later."

"Maybe a rose or two," Naomi said haltingly. She turned to face Rajeev. "You've designed the nursery already..."

"Not entirely; just this, and collected a few ideas. I figured you would want to have a say."

Naomi gave him a look that made Rajeev want to whisk her into his arms and coax every ounce of passion from her, precautions be damned. He actually took a few steps towards her before stopping suddenly. She didn't understand what was wrong with him and started to come to him. He could only brace himself when she pressed herself against him.

"What's wrong Rajeev?"

"Nothing Sweetheart," he whispered into her hair.

She lifted her face; daring him to turn away from her. He met her stare and then could resist her no longer. He kissed her softly at first, and then with a fervor that would not be denied. She equaled him in eagerness which made it even more frustrating when he pulled away.

"Rajeev..."

"You probably should get some rest, Sweetheart."

"I'm not afraid you know. I mean this is entirely new, more deliberate, but I am not frightened of us becoming intimate tonight."

That she was blushing while telling him this let him see the air of innocence that she still maintained, but she wasn't backing down from the topic no matter how embarrassing she was finding it. "I just wanted to let you know in case you thought I may have some hang ups because of what happened."

"Sweetheart that isn't it..."

"But if not that, then what is..." she gasped suddenly and drew away from him. If the problem wasn't her then it had to be his. She began crying silent tears. "You liar, you said it wouldn't make a difference, but it really does; doesn't it? You can't bear the thought ... Oh God why did you even bother marrying me Rajeev? I would have understood you know you needn't have subjected either of us to this."

Rajeev would have found his wife's irrational assumption laughable had he not been so tied in knots from want of her. The irony of it all was incredible "Sweetheart it's nothing of the sort; you have it all wrong."

Naomi wouldn't be denied her say. "You don't have to pretend Rajeev; it clearer than ever now that you don't want me because of what..." She faltered at the steely look her husband gave her, and took an involuntary step back - and then another until she was hard up against the wall mural. He literally stalked her, molded his body firmly against hers; and this time holding nothing back captured her lips. Pressed hard up against her she was left no doubt as to the ferocity of his desire for her. He lifted his head and she took a quick breath before it felt as if all the air escaped her when he trailed kisses down her throat before making his way up to her ear and nipping her lobe in a way that had her arching her back to get even closer. "Don't you dare to presume to tell me that I do not desire you. You have no idea how much and for how long I have wanted you."

"But..."

For his own sanity he backed away and gave her some space. "The babies Naomi: we have to consider their safety. You have already experienced some complications and I will not risk either your or our children's health. But how can you ever think that I don't desire ...I am tortured for want of you, Sweetheart," he said hoarsely. And finally she believed him.

"The human body is quite miraculous, Rajeev, you do understand that don't you?"

He broke out in a small smile. "Now you sound like Dr. Misra, Sweetheart."

Naomi smiled back at him, so happy that she finally understood his concerns. "Well of course I do; who else would I have to discuss this very topic with?"

Rajeev recalled her recent, unscheduled visit to the obstetrician. " Are you saying that you went to the doctor to discuss..."

"The consummation of our marriage... yes Rajeev I did. It was the sensible thing to do. And come to think of it I should have realized that you may have concerns; many husbands do apparently. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. At any rate both I and the babies are fine and it would be very unlikely that the same issue arise. As well- meaning as Mummyji's intentions were tonight, I think I would prefer to follow my doctor's advice."

"So Maa did speak to..." he paused and shook his head at how close he had come to ruining their first night together. "So what did Dr. Misra advise."

Naomi's cheeks flushed. "Well she did discuss other um... options we could consider if you have real concerns."

"Options," he questioned her watching as her cheeks got progressively redder.

"Positions, different positions in which the mother has more control..."

He put his hand to his mouth to hide his smile. "You visited the doctor to discuss alternative sex positions?"

"I went to discuss my pregnancy concerns, but yes," she answered stoically, "That topic did come up. That and the overinflated egos of husbands who think they are greater forces than nature, and think they can actually harm their children with their...prowess." She suspected that he was laughing at her and folded her arms "So is there anything else you wish to show me in the flat tonight, Rajeev? I find I have the sudden urge to go to bed." She walked past him out of the would-be nursery.

Rajeev followed her feeling like a first class fool for upsetting her and spoiling her mood on their first night as husband and wife. "Shall I make up the guest bed then? Our bed is not exactly conducive for sleeping tonight."

She looked back over her shoulder at him, looking more of a temptress than a new bride. "I never said I was ready to sleep Rajeev. Isn't this about the time you should be looking for your name in my mehndi pattern anyway? Isn't it tradition," she said.

He hurried to her and stopped her outside their bedroom. "So what does tradition say about thresholds, Sweetheart; will any do, or does it have to be from outside only?"

"I'm not sure, but since the purpose is to ward off evil, I figure it may be better to be safe than sorry don't you think?"

"Definitely," he agreed lifting his bride into arms, and finally joining her in their bedroom for their nuptial night.