i wrote this OS for the mehndi ceremony...before we came to knw how Khushi gets Arnav ke naam ki mehndi...
i holded it coz myfrogbag.com crashed n all my music too with it...ðŸ˜
so ive re-written it to go by...its a lil disoriented bt i needed to post it...
though the OS is inspired by the song Ishq Hua from Aaja nachele...
if u've got time then do hear it...
n as the like button's not workin...do comment if you read n appreciate it...thankyou...
enjoy the read...😉
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"Hi"... *thud*... ...her heart stopped.
This wasn't real...this is actually not happening...
He smiled a curious...
*Dhak Dhak*... the loudness of the sound was deafening her...
Such a small span...such a Mighty crescendo.
Her heart wasn't her's anymore...
Coz doesn't it only talks with such zeal...n shouts with all its beats only when he's near...
Seemingly like now it has become his slave... always towards him...only feeling him... only sorting him out... only loving him...
What! No!...this couldn't be...
She denied the winds flowing to her... whispering by...
*Dhak Dhak*... urging her NOW to acknowledge them...
She left him standing at the door...
happy by her fruitless declaration of not wanting his help...not craving his presence...not being affected by him...
Arnav smiled... yes n he was a HALVAI!!!...
He knew he isn't the only one living the moment of life here.
She's all the way with him...
Up till the attainment...down to the zenith of this divine feeling.
His HEART wasn't where he last thought it would be.
He didn't knew why he's feeling this way...or is he conjuring this up?...
Could he conjure up the need to smile every moment he thought of her...
Could he see the beauty in every single being that he never noticed off...
Could he feel his plants talking around him in hushed sweet giggling whispers...
No he cant be conjuring this...
This all was happening...
The only thing that was not coming to light were his confession to him self...
He wished words were easy for him...he wished his feelings to speak to him so he could listen to them n make HER listen...for once...
Coz Khushi was hardly meeting his eyes...
So...well maybe his actions could speak for him...
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They(her eyes) started searching for him as soon as she resolved not to see his face...
His started following her eager restlessness smiling...
So this is how she's not affected by his absence...
Her eyes were telling him what her words chili coated...
All now he wanted was these words to serve the journey from her eyes to her delicious lips...
Tell him she needs his presence...
Tell him his presence are wanted...
Why cant he say the good things...reminding her of her helplessness ...the Shart...
scaring the wits n jalebies out of her hands n soul...
Couldn't he for once go down the lane of sweet anythings...
But without that unnerving gait... those devilish eyes... n that predatory smirk...
No Khshi... he thought... you are the one running...
Hiding behind a fragile faade of denial...
Blush all u want but they'll have to be your words first...
till then enjoy my feel on your hands... he thought ...
as his eyes raked every single petal of her unfolding henna.
She could feel him...
Soo near...like running along her hands his touch ...so soft... velvet cool but warm still...
Suddenly making her smile as his touch seemed to leave behind a beautiful memory in bright color...HIS color...
Anjali ji has been searching for him but she knew he's here...
just here... surrounding her ...
It was too much ...
She turned in the direction only to find the spot empty...
Now she really needed to give up the wait...
Where was he?...
How can he torture her n Anjali ji like this...
She could feel him but never see him...she was losing it.
Khushi smelled her henna ...
It smelled normal...the winds just came apart...
There was a fragrance...
Yes it was his...
So where was he?...
Arnav's feet wanted to move towards her but he didn't obliged them...
Torture he could endure...but the sweet agony her nearness divulged was becoming his death...
But he could not stop the eyes sorting out their light...
How can when the only thing they recited in was her face her memory... her spirited corporal form...
Khushi was roughly brought out of her journey to paradise by Anjali's hurtful voice...
"why is he doing this nani...Chote could have told me...where should I look now...he isn't picking up his phone."
Her heart was not ready to accept its cure...
but her heart wanted the pain of not having him around to ease.
AND It was beating the similar tattoo...
He's near...
But suddenly it slowed...where's he going?
Enough...she got up...
He was too laad governor to answer her...
to ease her misery without her begging...
But she needed to ask those questions...
Only her words how much stupid...unnecessary n without any truth they were... they are her only means of saving heart from the overdrive...
Her feet moved on their own path...
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Arnav had reached the poolside...looking around ...
he smiled...
even though the men were not allowed...the whole house ...every nook n corner n TABLE had a bowl of henna...
As Khushi neared his room her heart went in to a frenzy ...
She tried to hold it by her elbow...
No use.
If the palm could not hold the tiny being...the elbow wouldn't be able to pierce it to normal.
Devi Maiya she is seriously in danger...
Khushi nudged the door fanning it open...
With each step her world started to shake with the loudness of *Dhak Dhak*...
But it rocked when her remorse eyes fell on his craved presence...
Arnav knew she was standing behind him...but should he or shouldn't he.
"Arnav ji..."
Mercy... he should!!!
"Im sorry ok...its your house your life...roam around anywhere you want...
be in front of whomever you feel like..
I should've not complained...but...still...I danced better.!"
that you did...he thought.
But he just smirked at her...
"so are you like good?"
"Very."
"thanks devi mayiya" ...she smiled nervously...looking at him expectingly...
"Umm...I got it..."
he looked down at her hands...
"Done...your mehndi is done."
"Yes it just needs to dry off."
"Can I...I mean...could you show me."
Hey devi mayiya!!! only his thoughts had made the mehndi feel real n now his eyes may cause it to dance over her hands...
but how could she refuse...
N as for all she had said she knew she wouldn't have won without him...
Khushi came a little forward... towards him...
Pulling her hands out under his nose.
The smell was intoxicating.
Earthy... so feminine ...so HER...
"Its nice isn't it?"
"Hmmm...but here you left a spot."
Arnav pointed right in the middle of her palm...
"Wo...its just that...maybe.."
"Wait..."...he dipped his ring finger in the henna bowl.
Holding her right hand in his... gently dapped a mark on her palm..
"It looks complete now."
Khushi looked up at him in shock...his action had just not completed her mehndi...
"If you don't have a significant other then a smear of a wedding mehndi by a man's hand onto yours will bind your fate your life to his...
he'll be the ONE for you n you'll be the ONLY for him."
Hadn't the elders always said this...
Yes... n today he has made her HIS...n has become HER destiny.
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