Rassiya
Aug 15, 2011
She stood before him, dressed in a white sari again, this one more intricate than that other. Made even more beautiful by the marks of his possession on her forehead and her neck. They had just come from a double celebration, a celebration for both India's Independence and their 1st marriage anniversary. So much they had faced in that year; losing the baby; the court proceedings against Dev, Naintara and Brig; Vicky; Samira, the public controversy but the Khurana family had survived, had come through more stronger and even more popular, lead from their darkness by the badi bahu of the family, Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana.
For him, the year had been the greatest test of his strength and will power. Strength to stand by her side always, and offer his shoulder, his hand, anything anytime she needed. She had shown him the emotional strength needed to deal with Dev's betrayal of the family and to know that time really did heal every fragment of a broken heart and joined it together. It was the sweetest torture of his will to sleep every night in a bedroom right next to Geet's, separated by only a door, knowing that they were not ready yet, just not yet, to fulfill the need they saw in each other eyes, the need to possess and be possessed completely, the need which had been present between them even before their marriage. It had taken them time but they had learned, they knew they had to each heal themselves and heal each other first, so that when they bound each other with those final chains, there would be no past, no problems, no breaks which could ever tear them apart. So they learned each other, first with compassion, then with friendship, and now with love.
So different this night was from that night. Today she stood shivering before him, both of them soaked due to the rain, the short distance it had taken for them to cross form their car to their home had soaked them with the heavy rains. Today the possession which had started with that dance on that day, was playing again. Knowing that this night would change their souls forever, each had a sensuous and playful feel around them. Feeling his eyes on her, she reddens, coyly lowers her lashes and turns towards the stairs. At the base of the steps, she stands, turns her face to look him in the eyes, and with eyes silently beguiling, cajoling him to follow, turns her face again and starts ascending the steps slowly. He did not think that she knew what her eyes did to him with these silent looks.
Rasiyaa aa aa
Bawali si preet mori
Abb chain kaise ppaaye
Aaja Rasiya mohe ang lagaale
Bawali si preet mori
Abb chain kaise ppaaye
Aaja Rasiya mohe ang lagaale
Ang Lagale
Ang Lagale
Ang Lagale
Apna ho Jahan Ek
Aise lipte roh se rooh
Ki ho gaaye imaa ek
Adhereon pe kaape bateiyaa
Sawali si sansein mori arj sunawe
Aake mori shwate preet pe Rang saza de
Abb chain kaise ppaaye
Aaja Rasiya mohe ang lagaale
Abb chain kaise ppaaye
Aaja Rasiya mohe ang lagaale
Ang Lagale
Ang Lagale
Ang Lagale
Fin.
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lyrics used: song - Rassiya. movie: Kurbaan