Love.
The word around which their lives took a wholly different turn. Someone's love turned into pain while someone's into hate. Someone's got clouded with tears and someone's with blood from heart. But the identity of love remained unchanged.
Khushi sat infront of the dressing table, getting ready for the reception party which was arranged by Anjali and Nani. She chose a red saree with golden border from her best of best catalogue. Not because she wanted to wear the best but the saree had a deeper meaning.
When she designed the saree, all she had in her mind was her love. Her love, which had a golden lining to it, which shone the best but in between it had only red, the color which along with love also showed the pain in her love. The saree was beautiful but their love was beautifully painful.
Khushi had lost her interest in makeup, long time back. And hence she made her look very simple yet elegant. She touched her Mangal Sutra, the thread which bound her to him, again and again. She felt as if all the darkness of her life bound her to him, which was depicted by the dark beads of it.
On the other hand, Arnav was hurt beyond any repair by seeing Khushi, hating him to this extent. He thought he would win her back, but may be in this course he would lose himself somewhere, where he couldn't be found. He would be lost in the vortex of love, which gave him pain.
Anjali and Nani who have noticed this point, were very distressed and very disturbed for it was solely their decision that was making both of them suffer to his extent.
Arnav and Khushi though came out separately, acted as a happy couple for the paparazzi. The sizzling couple truly had their hearts sizzled out acting infront of the world.
Every wish from the guest seemed like a curse to them, every blessing seemed like a stone to painful heaven as they really wanted them to turn out to be true.
After the meet and greet with the guests over there, the DJ began the music.
Sweet, romantic music which touched everyone's hearts failed to reach the hearts of people, on whom the attention of everyone was there. Their hearts failed to accept sweetness of any kind and romance seemed too out of the reach for them.
Anjali, who was seeing all this looked at her husband, sadly. Shyam, who was aware of the reason behind their sadness, also secretly knew about their contract as the legalities were helped by one of his close friends.
Shyam said,
" Rani Sahiba, the destiny played a very cruel game with their hearts! It brought them together only to separate them but now, we should help them to change this destiny!"
" I know, Shyamji! I can see love behind the pain in their eyes! And Khushiji's eyes I can see the love hidden by hatred towards, Chotte! But what can we do here? Only if Chotte makes her trust him, this relation can move forward!" said Anjali, sadly.
" That only Saale Sahab can do! But at this moment we have to do something to bring them closer, or else their broken pieces of heart can never be joined!" said Shyam, thoughtfully.
" Why not make them dance? I am sure, if we play a song which suits their feelings, we will be able to get them express at least a bit of their unexpressed feelings." said Anjali, weakly.
Shyam just nodded and told Anjali, what exactly to do. Both parted their ways, with new found confidence that they can make this work.
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After some time,
" Chotte, see everyone is dancing! If you don't dance, everyone will feel bad because this party is in your honor! And still the media's questions are pending! What will you answer them if you don't dance and they ask about it?" asked Anjai, wisely knowing what to ask to make her arrogant Chotte listen to her.
" But I can't dance, Di! I don't think even Khushi can!" said Arnav, lying on his last sentence as he knew she would definitely not like dancing with him. Khushi suddenly raised her head from her iPhone, on which she was working.
" Why can't you dance? Don't tell me THE ASR can't dance, Chotte! And I know Khushiji is a trained dancer! Hence, you both are dancing and thats final!" said Anjali, happily that her plan worked and pushed Khushi towards Arnav.
The small moments of love, that were unknowingly created, that brought solitude in a crowd, that made their hearts flutter, were always the moments which would stay unforgettable till their death.
The time halted as the proximity in increased, the breaths which were now fanning each other's bodies, now ignited the sparks of want in them.
Dressed in that red saree, Khushi was tantalizing his senses. distances now seemed cursed and proximity felt so right. Their arms felt so right for each other but the bitter reality always made it a thorny bush for them. But today the silences spoke more than the words, and eyes expressed more that actions.
Today, the music will speak through the passion that they created, to express the never expressed feelings...
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