FF:Tum Ho Toh...Final Chpt updtd on Pg-34 - Page 12

Chapter-6

Gulaal

Gulaal was standing beside the window looking out. It was a beautiful night. Calm and serene-perfect to soothe an uneasy mind but it did nothing for Gulaal. Her restlessness had only increased and everytime she closed her eyes, she could only see Kesar's retreating back and it made her edgy. She did not want to think about it anymore. She ran her fingers through her unruly hair and closed her eyes as she wiped away the memory. She opened her eyes slowly and gazed at the stars. A smile spread across her face as she thought fondly, "papa and ma would have enjoyed a quiet walk in this weather". She could feel the tears form in her eyes, yes she missed them a lot but she had finally made peace with the fact that they were in a better place. She felt a shudder pass through her as she remembered the first few months without her family. She never thought she could survive. Every minute of every day, something would remind her of them and the pain used to be intolerable. It felt as if her heart would give out any moment and at that time she would have welcomed it seeing it as an opportunity to be with her parents and Yogesh bhaiya. She used to have nightmares every night remembering their mangled bodies. But during this time she never once felt lonely. There were people who cared for her, who loved her………She remembered how her chachaji and mamaji had conveniently excused themselves from taking on her responsibility. It was Som Uncle, Vasant's father who had told them authoritatively, "koi baat nahi.Main samajh sakta hoon…..aap logon par aur bhi saari zimmedaariyaan hain.aap Gulaal ki chinta math kijiye.Hum abhi mare nahi hain.woh hamaari hone waali bahu hai lekin aaj se woh hamaari beti bankar is ghar mein rahegi". She had never seen her so called blood relatives after that day. From then on this was her home and these people were her family. In the past five years she had come to accept this house as her second home but after this tragedy she truly understood their love and concern for her. They were no longer Som uncle and Pan aunty for her; they had become Baba and Ba. Whenever she had any nightmare Ba would be near her in an instant and quietly stayed with her soothing her, comforting her until she fell asleep.

And Vasant, what could she say about him?...He was perfect….She understood why her parents chose him for her. He stayed by her side throughout, taking care of her every need and desire, making sure never to say anything that would bring tears to her eyes,that would hurt her or remind her of her family…….and that was the problem wasn't it? Sometimes she felt suffocated…the way he treated her as if she was some fragile thing made of glass that would be broken easily if not handled with care. It felt as if he was walking on egg shells around her. She wanted to share her pain with him, tell him how much she missed her folks but she did not want him to get worried than he already was. She tried telling him quite a few times that it's ok for him to act normally around her, she was not going to break anytime soon but somehow as soon as she would start talking, a feeling of guilt would overwhelm her- how could she say to a person who was doing so much to make her feel ok that she was feeling constricted by his concern, no she could never do that. Instead she bottled up her emotions and pretended that she was getting over the loss, becoming normal, feeling happy but as soon as she would get inside her room she would break down. The one good thing was the family,including Vasant started treating her the way they used to before the tragedy occurred and that's what she had wanted…..wasn't it?everyone to stop feeling so awkward around her and treat her normally. There was just one person who would not be taken in by her "I am so happy-no pain, no hurt nothing" smiles and once again her thoughts led her back to that one person she really did not want to think about. It was funny how every time she would start off thinking about something else she would end up being reminded of Kesar. In some way or the other, her thoughts always ran back to Kesar……Urghhh….. What had come over her today? What would be Kesar thinking about her? How could she even think about…….No, she decided, "acha hoga ki main uske baare mein na sochun….", but who would explain it to her heart?

Everything had been going so great. She had been amazed how easily they had gone back to their old banter, their nok-jhok. The five years did not seem to matter at all. She had always known that he was never angry with her. She still did not know his reason for maintaining that distance from her for 5 long years, but then she realized she really didn't care. She was just happy that she had her friend back without whom she could have never got to the place where she was today. He did not say any profound life altering words. He was just himself and he made her talk. He sat with her and listened- to her pain, the recurring nightmares that she had, the anger against her family for leaving her all alone, the regret of not going along with them that fateful evening. Slowly as time passed by she began to remember the happy moments and then one day she could smile thinking about them. The pain was still there but it did not hurt her anymore.

He still was the same old Kesar who spoke very little. He seemed to be content listening to her chatter on about something or the other but she did not give up her efforts to make him talk. She tried every trick right from pleading to demanding to emotional blackmail and then finally one day he started to speak about those 5 years away from home. He confessed how he hated the hostel in the beginning, how he felt lonely all the time and how he would want to run back home, but with time he got some close friends who had a similar interest in music and that's how the band was formed. Once he started to talk about music, everything else was forgotten. She knew that he was quite passionate about it but his animated expression, the sparkle in his eye and that huge goofy smile on his face let her know how much it actually meant to him. She pitied the girl who would come into his life because she will always have to come second. No matter what, music will always remain his first love, she thought with a laugh. She remembered how he spoke about each member of his band and their talent. Finally he talked about the girl from the photo, the lead singer-Neha. Her smile had vanished when Kesar started praising her voice, her natural talent, confidence, charm, stage presence blah…blah….. After a point she had stopped listening to him and simply asked him, "mujhse bhi acha gaati hai woh". Kesar who was in the middle of saying something had just looked at her in confusion. She still could not believe what had come out of her mouth. It sounded so childish. She was completely embarrassed and and was about to ask him to forget it when she saw him smile as he said "nahi Gulaal…teri jitni meethi awaaz nahi hai uski…", she felt a flutter in her heart and an inexplicable happiness spread through her but her joy was shortlived as he continued, "….lekin uski awaaz mein woh power hai, fire hai jo hamaare band ke liye fit baith tha hai aur Gulaal,tujhe patha hai jab woh Collge fest mein gaa rahi thi toh audience went crazy……" she felt something prick her heart,suddenly she could see that girl hug Kesar in her mind and she said almost bluntly,"lagta hai tujhe woh bahut achi lagti hai.kahin tu usse…….". She couldn't even complete the sentence. She felt nauseated with the thought and she did not even understand why. Why was she being possessive over him? It was not like her at all. She had never been possessive about her friends before. In fact she did not have this problem even with Vasant. He had so many female friends and yet she had no problem with any one of them. In fact some of them had become very good friends of hers. Then why was she feeling this way towards that poor girl? She might be a nice friendly sort of a girl who just loves to go around hugging people. Aaarrrgh,why did she ever see those pictures? She still remembered his confused, sheepish smile as he had replied in a soft,hesitant tone, "Gulaal….tu kuch bhi soch leti hai.aisa kuch nahi hai.woh meri achi dost hai bas aur kuch nahi……" she had almost asked him "aur main kya hoon Kesar?...". Thankfully she had the good sense to keep quiet and had moved onto some other topic but it should have made her aware that everything was not so hunky dory anymore…..

Somedays they wouldn't talk-he would just sit and play some wonderful tunes and she would just listen to them lost in her own world. That was the favourite part of the day for her. One day he had asked what her favourite Hindi song was and she replied "Chura liya hai…." (this is an old R.D.Burman song from the movie Yaadon ki Baarat) Kesar immediately played it for her. She sang along with the tune. Soon it turned into an everyday affair. She would pick a song and he would play it for her with her providing the vocals. She enjoyed it a lot. Gradually he started playing his original tunes and it just left her in awe. He was so talented. Then Kesar came up with that stupid paln to teach her how to play a guitar and that's when the whole problem began…..

At first she had been very excited. Well, she had always wanted to learn a musical instrument but never got a chance and now she was getting such a golden chance, how could she miss it? Less than 10 minutes into the lesson and she found it more than she could handle, oh not the learning part but Kesar…….she had to admit he was an excellent teacher, teaching her the proper way to hold the guitar, getting her acquainted with the different parts of the instrument, helping her to adjust the pitch of each of the strings using the tuners. Kesar was completely serious when it came to music, she understood that, but he would have to take some of the blame for her inability to concentrate or listen to what exactly he was saying. How could she, when he was sitting so close to her. He was so lost in teaching her the basics that it seemed like he had no idea what his nearness was doing to her and well it was strange. She had never felt it before. No…..not even with Vasant!She felt a slight tingle in her fingers when he helped her hold the guitar pick between her thumb and index finger. Her breathing had quickened when she felt his warm breath near her ear. She had no idea what was happening to her? Why was she reacting this way to Kesar? This was Kesar!……She calmed herself and did what he had told her to. She had turned to look at him and that's when it hit her. Her breath caught. When did he become so handsome? Of course she had noticed before that he was not that gangly teen anymore but that had been just kind of an observation-nothing more. Right now sitting next to him looking at that huge grin on his face, it did something to her. It mesmerized her. She remembered that she had stoped smiling and kept staring at him. Kesar had held her hand countless number of times before and he smiled at her all the time so what was different now? She could sense a slight shift and it definitely had to do something with her because Kesar seemed to be totally unaffected. She was going crazy-yes that's what it was because this was Kesar, the guy she had known since he was a teenager. She got nervous and started making mistakes but Kesar would help her patiently and it only confused her further. She wanted to stop the lessons but she did not want to hurt him. Anyway what would be her reason for not continuing? She struck upon a plan where she would play so badly that one day Kesar himself would reach the end of his tether and stop these lessons.Yes, that would be the perfect plan and indeed it did happen and though she was relieved to be free of her growing confusion, to her surprise she also felt a mild disappointment when she realized that he would no longer sit beside her, she would no longer feel his arms around her……..wait….what…….what was she even thinking about?... That should have rung some warning bells in her mind, Gulaal thought with a sigh but at that time she did not give much importance to that thought as she pushed it away thinking it to be the rambling of her confused mind but she could not, could she? Maybe that's why when she saw Vasant standing there with a serious expression on his face, she felt guilt grip her heart. She had tried to lighten the mood by making that silly complaint about Kesar but Vasant's answer had gone on to intensify the tense air in the room. She had tried to guage his reaction looking at him. She was surprised to find that he looked tired, the grimness had been replaced by an air of defeat and that somehow pinched her and then he made a mention of the party which she had totally forgotten about. He did not get angry or frustrated but she had noticed the fleeting look of disappointment in his eyes and that affected her more than any harsh words. She realized that she had been spending more time with Kesar than Vasant these days. She knew every little thing happening in Kesar's life but if anyone asked her what's new in Vasant's life, she would be ignorant because she really did not know. How selfish could she be? The guilt was weighing her down and she had quickly left the room without sparing a glance at Kesar. She just wanted to get away from his presence, spend some time with Vasant and forget about the whole thing.

The party was a damp affair. Vasant was unsually quiet and spoke very little even after repeated attempts by her. After a while she gave up. When they reached home and she was about to get down from the car Vasant had called out her name in a whisper. She was surprised when he blurted out, "Gulaal,tum jaanti ho na ki main tum se pyaar karta hoon……". She was about to interrupt him when he said, "nahi Gulaal aaj mujhe bolne do.main bahut dino se tumse yeh baat karna chahtha tha.main jaanta hoon ki main apna pyaar zaahir nahi karta.lekin main tumhe aaj yeh bataana chahtha hoon ki meri zindagi mein tumse zyaada important aur koi nahi.main tumhe yeh yakeen dilaana chahtha hoon ki tum jaisi ho mujhe waisi hi achi lagti ho.tumhe mere liye apne aap ko badalne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai Gulaal…..". Gulaal could not say a single word as she did not understand where all this was coming from. She felt completely lost when Vasant took her hand in his as he continued, "patha nahi Gulaal, aaj kal mujhe aisa kyun lag raha hai ki tum mujhse door jaa rahi ho.shaayad meri hi galti hai, main tumhe time nahi de paa raha hoon.lekin vaada karta hoon ki aaj se main tumhara dhyaan rakhunga.tumhare saath waqt bitaaunga bas Gulaal tum mera saath kabhi mat chodna……". Well Vasant had struck upon the truth. Hadn't he? For the first time she felt as if Vasant could read her mind. She could have confessed her true feelings, let him know about her fears and concerns but at that time she had been so overwhelmed that she had no idea what else to say, "Vasant tum aisi baatein kyun kar rahe ho?main jaanti hoon ki tum mujhse pyaar karte ho aur main tumse door kahaan hoon.main toh yaheen hoon tumhare paas…….". Vasant had looked satisfied with the answer but his smile only made her feel worse. Why couldn't she have been honest with him? Why was it so difficult for her to open up with him especially now that he has put his heart on the line for her? That night in her room she could not sleep and finally she made a decision. Maybe it was time for her to stop being so selfish. No relationship can survive without proper nourishment and Vasant had more than done his part. Now it was her turn to make an effort and for that she needed to stop spending so much time with Kesar as it was not helping her one bit. She needed to put all those confusing thoughts out of her mind which had been troubling for the last couple of weeks. She needed to concentrate completely on Vasant. Yes that's what she would do, she thought with a smile. "sab theek ho jaayega,Gulaal…."

She soon found out that it was very difficult to practice what you preach but she was determined and did not give up. She started spending more time with Vasant and Kesar well….she avoided him. She saw him look for her at the breakfast table, in the kitchen, her room, everywhere but she took care never to come in front of him. It broke her heart to see his crestfallen face but she needed to do it for the sake of her own sanity. Even after all her efforts one day Kesar had caught up with her. He looked so sad and desperate as he asked her if she was avoiding him. That was Kesar-straight to the point and blunt. It was hard to lie to him and she knew he did not believe a single word coming out of her mouth but to her surprise he let her go. She had to admit she was slightly disappointed but then she thought about Vasant and their relationship, this was the best for them. Also she needed to sort out her feelings for Kesar too. They were getting too muddled up for her to handle. Some time apart would make it all go away but she was so wrong. She missed Kesar so much, she missed his teasing, his music, his smile everything about him. This was worse than those five years. At least then she talked to him through those letters but now he was right in front of her and she was finding ways to avoid him. On the other hand she worked on her relationship with Vasant. She spent time with him, talked to him about her day and asked him about his, laughed at his jokes, went out with him for dinners but she simply couldn't put away Kesar from her mind. Vasant would have to keep calling out her name from time to time because she would get lost in her own thoughts. Actually staying away from Kesar was proving to be more of a distraction in her relationship and then she thought to herself, why should she lose out on her friendship with Kesar just because of her stupid confusion? She had tried not to talk to him but that did not work, did it? Why should she maintain this distance when it was only hurting her as well as him? She had been walking back to her room thinking to her self, "par main kaise baat karungi.woh toh mujhse naaraz hoga na.maine itne din use avoid karti rahi aur ab aise suddenly jaake kaise baat karun jaise kuch hua hi na ho…."

She crossed his room when she got an idea. She walked back and slowly opened the room and smiled. She would clean his room which would make him very happy and it would also let him know in a way that she was back. She ran off to get a duster and quickly got to work. A sudden energy seemed to have taken hold of her and she just couldn't stop smiling. She hummed as she cleaned around. She had to admit the room looked worse than it was a few days ago. Well, she used to do some light cleaning up whenever she came. She kept muttering in mock anger about his unhygienic habits and stuff, yet her smile refused to vanish.

It was then she came upon the letter. Usually she was not in the habit of going through the personal stuff of other people but the letter was sticking out under the pillow and she could recognize her hand writing. She stood still for a moment. Naaah….it can't be…..with trembling fingers she lifted the pillow and got hold of the letter. As soon as she looked at it, she knew it was her letter. She kept blinking, her eyes teared up and if she had smiled any wider her jaw would have hurt for sure….. All those years, she always had this image of Kesar preserving all her letters and reading them with a smile on his face but before she could even grasp the meaning of it all, she sensed someone behind her. She quickly hid the letter behind her back and turned around to face Kesar. He looked embarrassed as he asked back for the letter in a sheepish tone. It was adorable and how could she miss this chance to tease him? He had teased her many a time, so this was just payback for all those times. She realized now that she should have just given back that letter then none of this would have happened but she had become so delirious with happiness that she had forgotten everything else. What started as an innocent teasing turned into something else entirely and it was all because of her. When she had hit the wall, she lost focus for a second. Kesar's mischevious grin should have alerted her but she was busy trying to get her bearing. As soon as he felt his hands hold hers in a tight grip the fight went out of her. He was standing too close, her mind screamed and then she felt his stubble tickle her cheek and his warm breath tease her ear. She felt a shiver run down her spine when she heard his husky voice whisper something. The words did not register. The only thing that her mind could grasp was that Kesar was holding her close. She then felt him move back and she was shocked to realize that she did not want him to. She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. He looked the same yet there was something new, something unfamiliar about him. So what was different? His hair was the same-floppy, always falling onto his forehead-she had ruffled his hair so many times before but right now she wanted to know how it would feel to run her fingers through them. His eyes- which always let her know what he was feeling and sometimes left her confused-she had never noticed that the colour of his eyes was not black but almond coloured. His lips- She wanted to touch them…what would it be like to kiss them, to feel their softness on her skin, to feel……. "Gulaal….", she heard his shaky voice call out her name and she could sense a mixture of need and reverence to it or maybe she had imagined it because at that time she had got lost in the moment completely. She just closed her eyes in response. She realized with a blinding clarity that she wanted him to kiss her. She waited but nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes to see Kesar standing at a distance looking restless and troubled. Why hadn't he kissed her? That was the first thing that came into her mind and she could still taste the disappointment so clearly. His "I am sorry…Gulaal" cleared up her foggy mind and then she saw him leave the room in haste. She had stood there rooted to the spot against the wall for a really long time or was it a few seconds? She did not know but as slowly came back to reality she realized the enormity of what had just happened or almost happened?

The breeze was a little chilly now but her face still felt warm and flushed. She had wanted to forget that it ever happened but it wasn't possible. It kept haunting her.What had come over her? It was like some madness had taken over her body. She had almost begged Kesar to kiss her. No wonder he ran away looking confused. "Hey bhagwan Kesar kya soch raha hoga mere bare mein?mujhe kya ho gaya tha?main Kesar ke baare mein aisi baatein kaise soch sakti hoon.woh mera dost hai,Vasant ka chota bhai hai….Vasant", her eyes widened. She had totally forgotten about him. How could she have forgotten about Vasant, the guy who has been waiting for her patiently for the last five years? He had always been so considerate of her feelings. He had tried get close to her and even kiss her once or twice early on in their relationship but once he got an inkling that it made her uncomfortable he respected her decision. Of course he cribbed about it occasionally but he never tried to force his attentions on her again. And here she was ready to throw herself at Kesar, his younger brother. Oh God…..what had she done? She covered her mouth with both her hands in shock as she thought, "Vasant….…main Vasant ki ….yeh main kya kar rahi thi? Main yeh kaise bhool gayi ki main Vasant ki honewaali patni hoon. Vasant…..main uske ilaava kisi aur ke bare mein bhi aise kaise soch sakti hoon.yeh tho dhokha hai…yeh maine kya kar diya ek taraf maine Kesar ki dosti kho di aur doosri taraf Vasant ke saath dhokha bhi kiya….."

Kesar

Kesar was feeling extremely tired. He was unable to sleep and just kept tossing and turning the entire night. His mind had exhausted all the various scenarios where Gulaal's reactions ranged from disgust and disappointment to intense hatred and plain indifference. That last part truly hurt him. It had really bothered him when she had ignored him the past couple of days. That was when he realized that he could face anything except for her indifference towards him. Maybe he deserved it for having ignored her for the past 5 years. He did not feel any better the next morning. He stepped out of his room with growing trepidation. As he came downstairs, he saw Gulaal going towards the kitchen. He froze as the previous night suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. He was not yet ready to face Gulaal. He retraced his steps and escaped before anyone could ask any questions. He managed to stay out the whole day and by the time he came home he did not have to face any unwanted questions. As he walked upto his room, for a second it felt as if someone was watching him, maybe Gulaal-a tiny little voice in his mind spoke up. He looked around with hope flickering in his eyes and found no one. He smacked his forehead and smiled at his own silliness as he shut the door. He leaned against the door with eyes closed and let out a deep breath-he had managed to get through a day without facing Gulaal, then why is it that he was feeling so disappointed when he did not see Gulaal just now……that was the problem wasn't it? he needed to see her yet at the same time he could not face her……today he escaped but what about tomorrow and the day after that?sooner or later he needed to face up to what he had done -he thought with a bitter smirk. And he did not have to wait long as he soon discovered. The very next day as he was trying to leave the house his father called him out, "Kesar…kahaan jaa raha hai beta itni subah subah….." he was about to answer him when his mother piped in, "patha nahi kahan jaatha hai aaj kal.kal bhi yeh ladka bina kuch khaye hi chalaa gaya.dekh Kesar aaj ke din main tujhe nashta kiye bina jaane nahi doongi.aaja.naashta karke jaa….". He had no other choice but join the family for breakfast. Good thing was Gulaal was nowhere to be seen not that he was looking for her but maybe he had spoken too soon because he heard his mother yell, "Gulaal… Kesar ke liye bhi naashta banaa de beta….". Oh no! now there was no escape, he will have to finally face her. He was just thinking about it when he heard a loud noise in the kitchen. Before he could go and check what had happened, a figure covered in white flour walked towards them. "woh main….aata nikaal rahi thi aur galti se haath se phisal gaya aur mere upar gir gaya…..". The figure in white was Gulaal, he realized. He looked at her from head to toe. There was flour everywhere-on her clothes, on her face, in her hair. On top of that she was looking so guilty and embarrassed. She reminded him of a little school girl waiting to be punished by the teacher. She looked adorable but funny and suddenly he laughed out aloud. He knew everyone was staring at him but he didn't care. She looked too funny. He saw her trying to glare at him angrily but that did not last very long and she too started smiling. In that moment everything else was forgotten as they smiled happily at each other.

So from chapter 4 to 6.. I have read the 4 and 5 in one go and it was really a good reading experience😳...Oops I am again getting confused as from where to start😭

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OK let me start..

Gulaal's letter where she accidentally poured out her heart and later which got crumbled...but still she is not able to figure it out, even Vasanth could but not Gulaal...

The really interesting fact is Vasanth was ever her prince charming and also she was only engaged to him , but Kesar actually came almost like from nowhere, almost at the same time and was a mystery to her from the very moment and still even after becoming his soul mate, he is a mystery to her in some way or the other, be it be on his thoughts for her, or be the reason for why he stays in her thoughts all 24*7 esp when Vasanth, his brother is her fiance and u are excellently portraying her conflicting thoughts and also Kesar's and also the other interesting fact is how u are building up the interactions of the 2 brothers , the favs of each other are no more even good friends and also Kesar being unaware of the fact that Vasanth knows every thing about them even better , in fact my heart really goes for Vasanth, but the most worse thing is that there is no one to blame, never Kesar, because to fall in love is not a crime, neither Gulaal , for she hasnt even realised it and even what could she do nor Vasanth, for its not that easy to let go your love as it sounds even for the sake of your love and if ever so far he had done that , his character would have become too unreal to relate. If only there comes any situation where he could witness the real depth of their love and I wish it could happen when the time demands, I shall wait..😳

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Coming to the 6th chapter...

Haila Gulaal ke mann main ithna kuch chal raha tha 😲..and there is where ur brilliance is hidden, while reading a situation we just feel every thing was casual and fine, only when we happen to read ur individual character view points later on, we will come to know how much complicated it was..excellent narration once again👏..

Hey so that was the reason for why she couldnt concentrate on the guitar..😉...and poor Kesar thinks that she is not interested in guitar😆..only if he could realise the effect he is having on her and esp now a days😳..and the other twist is that both of them are now trying to escape from each other in fact for no reason😆...kya kare iss Gulsar ka...and the last part 🤣..my mother was in the near by room and I was trying hard to control my laugh...*deep sigh*

Hey 🥳 ithna bada comment..I cant believe I wrote this..Mini forgive me please😛

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Mini 🤗...me just loved the chapter..

Gulaal n her sadness after losing her parents...but very greatful to get a family like this who supported her...and gave her so much love...n vasant n his over protective behavior towards her n her discomfort when he treats her like this...the one who treats her like she wants is the one n only kesar...her bond with kesar was the same even after these 5 years...his love for music n her thought abt his passion for the music 😆...her anger listening abt neha n his compliments abt neha making her jealous...me just loving it...ohhh she is very much effected my his presence n she is unable to concentrate on anything...n what a plan to stop this by making him say her to stop learning...n more over her guilt seeing vasant n more over after vasant confession...she is feeling very guilt that she is not giving any valuable time to vasant...so she stop talking to kesar n completely ignoring it...but still t did not help her which eventually made her realize that no need what she does to forget him...she cant do it...so she gets an idea to again talk to him which eventually led to more conflicts in her mind n heart...omg...she actually wanted to have that kiss n she is disappointed...but kesar called her..she is guilty n he is even more guilty...gulaal n kesar dilemma to meet each other n thinking abt vasant n avoiding each other...n the way they both met at the dining table n the reaction was just wow...

Its high time for both of them to realize the mess their feelings are creating in their lives including vasant's life aswell...gulaal is totally confused abt her feelings for kesar n her increasing guilt...kesar not letting out his feelings to gulaal n being afraid of losing her friendship...vasant the one who knew both gulaal n kesar feelings but wants to get his love n would be wife back to his life...wow Mini//u r just brilliant in showing the triangle between them...just looking forward to the next chapter...please do update soon...