New FF... 'Shiddat' (Devotion)Part 5,p.19 - Page 11

Originally posted by: apapap

nah...i mean aaj only....u said i'll update aaj...well it was kal in my time :P....okay this is makin no sense at all....its friday in india....get to work :P :P....

uff... update friday girl... and I'm in Can... its 11:10pm of July 5th! I have a whole day ahead to get it pieced😳

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: apapap

hmph....techinicalities !!

😳😳 haye ni tere nakhre😆... yehi zindagi hai... fri (can)... promise... have faith in the gal.😳

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: desi chic

erm... I'm in a tough spot... damn, I know what to write, but then don't... if u know what I mean argh... how about july 6th😳 my bechare fingers are sore from banging on for another ff... u watch KGGK? waise, u made a request a lil while ago... I've been thinking😳

Cheers,

dc

No time just kaa and ba baby aur bhooo.... 😆😆

Ok your honey ff is updated when u get chance read it!😉

love billo

Originally posted by: Catwoman

No time just kaa and ba baby aur bhooo.... 😆😆 Gattu bahi is my fav😳

Ok your honey ff is updated when u get chance read it!😉 I did... name calling not appealing hmph😳~

I'm working on the update...

love billo

Cheers,

dc

Recap: page 11

Part 3

Tere hathaan te sajde ne rang birange boote…mangde haan asi eho dua eh rang kade na chooteh…

As they entered the premises, the joyous wave of marriage songs echoed through the airs… Goosebumps extended across her body and she tried desperately to compose herself. "Gauri beta! Kaisi ho? Bahut acha laga tumhe dekh kar…" (Gauri Dear! How are you? Really nice seeing you here…) She looked up startled, immediately forcing an uncertain smile at the woman radiating with happiness afore her. Nutan Aunty gently caressed her cheek and stepped aside for them to enter. As she did so, her eyes unwillingly scanned her surroundings. Each corner emitted the various shades of festive celebrations… Reds… Blues… Greens… Mehta House was garnished as though a bride herself… Blissful laughter echoed from each corner… Suddenly she felt a pull on her hand and she looked up to see Ruhani excitedly smiling at her. "Gauri Di! Kittni der lagadi aapne! Chaliye ab… Saanwari Di ki mehndi lag rahi hai…" (Gauri Di! You're so late! Come now… Saanwari Di is getting her mehndi done…). Saying so, the latter pulled her hand and soon she found the soon-to-be-bride sitting afore her. Her heart seemed to have skipped a beat as her eyes grazed the sight… Excited voices surrounded the atmosphere as she looked on with increasingly blurred vision. Girls sat eagerly next to each other, applying the celebrative henna upon their hands… Between them sat Saanwari… each angle of hers discharging the glow of… love… On either side of her sat someone bent over her hands… Suddenly, she lifted her eyes… "Gauri!" A genuine smile peeked through the continual droll of emptiness as Saanwari threw her arms around her neck happily. As she pulled back, she looked on with a twinkle in her eyes… "Gauri… I'm so glad tu agayee… ab…" (Gauri… I'm so glad you came… now…) The latter's voice trailed off as a pair of arms grabbed each side of her and pulled her back down. Saanwari flashed her "we'll-get-back-to-this-later" look and obediently watched as the women continued weaving lines across her outstretched palms.

Suddenly the tone of the music changed… The lights went dim as all eyes focused their attention on the centre of the large room… A woman clad in deep blue sat securely between a few others encircling her…

Je main hona si… parayi… ve das tu ehni preet kyun paaye… maayein…

As she threw over the veil, the sound of one hand against another filled the momentary stillness…

She watched as the girl turned gracefully to the melody… As though inevitable, her eyes trailed towards the feet… a pair of jewelled anklets making music as the figure turned in circles… Suddenly she felt nauseous… Everything seemed to fade out… As her eyes closed, the feet thundering across the wooden floor echoed through her veins… Trying to get a grip over herself, her hand fumbled for support behind her. "Gauri… Gauri… tum teekh toh ho na…" (Gauri… Gauri… are you alright?…) Regaining consciousness, she squinted her eyes to look into a pair layered with concern… As she restabled herself on her feet, the firm features subsequently came into fuller focus. The figure was clad in a kurta of deep green… akin to her own attire… "Tum… main teekh hoon… Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" (You… Nitesh… I'm fine… What are you doing here?)… Almost immediately, he scanned around sighing of relief at the satisfaction of knowing no one had seen him. Pulling her aside, he pulled out a red fabric from some unnoticed pocket… slipping it over his head. "Nitesh… tum jaante ho, aadmi iss function mein nahin aah sakte…" (Nitesh… you know that men are not allowed in this function…) she whispered half-heartedly. The latter flashed an impish grin and stood next to her with arms crossed. As the performers gyrated to a new tune, she felt her senses numb to the surroundings once more…

* Flashback *

Curses… What couldn't he watch where he was going? She murmured under breath whilst trying idiotically to wipe away the juice stain on the front of suit. She had so lovingly bought it especially for this occasion. But then again, he didn't mean it… the poor guy was just trying to get the drink to its owner before he was howled at… Looking at the locked door, a deep sigh escaped her lips… and automatically her hands went to her lips as the perfectly lined eyes stared blankly at the closed door. Curses… "Gauri… kya hua beta?" (Gauri… what happened dear?) Releasing her arms, she looked up to see Suguna aunty approach her with a concerned expression. She smiled lightly, "Kuch nahin aunty, wohe tohra juice gir gaya tah aur bathroom mein koi hai…" (Nothing aunty, I had a spill and the bathroom is booked…) The lady smiled back deeply and affectionately caressed her cheek. "Toh doosre kamre ka use kar le na… idhar chali ja…" (Then use another room's washroom… come in here…). She looked appreciatively at the direction in which Suguna aunty pointed. The door was half open, allowing the wandering eye a glimpse of the interior. "Its ok aunty… main…" She was interrupted as Suguna aunty gestured for her to stop and go in and without further notice, she was gone leaving a whiff of classy perfume…

A moment passed as she contemplated waiting or going in. It was not that it was her first time being here. In fact, this was like her second home. Ipshitta was her best friend, and she came over often, but rarely ventured farther than needed. Besides, she wasn't keen on invading people's personal space and she was unaware of what lay beyond some of the closed doors. Right now however, she was itching to get back downstairs for the Lohri celebrations… Looking at the knob, she found her hand clasp over it and push in…

The moment she stepped in, her muscles went rigid… the sight was stunning. The walls showed off some posters of musical celebrities and other still life… On one end sat what looked like a bench press, making it's presence felt. Her wandering gaze settled upon the far side… a guitar of shiny black and white stood out at her… Cautiously, she approached the instrument… her hand extended longingly at the object while she continued to wonder at it… Suddenly, the purpose of coming there made its way back to her and she stepped back. Looking around the room, she found a door at the right end of it and quickly strode towards it.

Looking into the mirror, she stared at the girl looking back at her. Her slender yet curvy figure boasted through the green top of her Punjabi salwar suit. The arms extended three quarter length, where her wrists were decorated in glimmering yellow bangles, complimenting the similarly shaded little vest. Gently wiping at the spot she had just cleaned, she bent down to get a better look… Curses… As if cleaning this weren't so much a task in itself, her hair was not cooperating… Her long braid garnished with the green parandah waved aimlessly afore her and she irritatingly continued her endeavour, whilst trying to blow it away. Sighing in satisfaction, she looked up once more… the alluring maang tika had slightly lost its place and she moved her graceful fingers to put it in it's place. Fixing her dupatta on the side of the shoulder, she looked at herself one more time… No one could tell she was a Bengali in this dress she thought. She looked… pure Punjabi. Her lips curved as the dimples set in… the smile reaching her hazel eyes… Carefully, she stepped out once more.

Determined not to do anything out of the ordinary, she looked straight towards the exit and walked briskly… when her feet seized mid step. Her eyes closed as she braced herself… trying to tell herself no… But what harm could it do… The room just reeked of passion… a passion that she herself held dear… Turning around, she roamed carefully towards the guitar once more… when her eyes settled upon the CD rack neatly showing off a spontaneous, yet highly attractive selection. Randomly selecting one, she looked towards the CD player…

As her thoughts fleeted in sync with the captivating music… she faintly recalled the purpose of her coming to the room. It was a Punjabi tune she was distantly unfamiliar with… But all she knew was that it had touched upon all the right chords…

Rabba sachiya… tu te akhiya si… ja oh bandiya…jag da shah tu…

Her feet submerged with the flow… as did her body… At some point, she felt suddenly self-conscious… the feeling one gets when being looked at… It was strange, she could rarely be interrupted when engrossed in the steps, but the stare seemed too intensive. Bringing herself to a stop, she looked up to find the fervent almond eyes unearth her. The colour rose to her cheeks as she looked to the floor. She could feel his gaze study her hard… and then heard the door click closed. Immediately looking up, she gave him a questioning look. "Shiv… tum ye…" She tried meandering her way around him, when he caught hold of her wrists… Her muscles went rigid at the warm touch… A moment passed… and she finally gathered the strength to look up at him… Her eyes met with his… as he held her close… Suddenly she was whirled around… as he pressed her back against his bulk. As his lips gently brushed against her ear, the goosebumps slid obliviously across her body… "Tere bin… sanu soniya… koi hor nayion labna…" his deep husky voice reverberated through her every inch… It held that kind of captivating tone… whenever his lips parted in song… he held her arrested completely… Chilling her soul… yet soothing it similarly…

* End Flashback *

"Gauri…" startled, she looked around to see Nitesh being pulled away by a group of girls while his lips silently recited her name… She looked on with a sympathetic expression…

***

"Chal na Shiv yaar… kitne din hogaye…" (Come on Shiv… its been so many days man..) Machan practically dragged his friend to the car. The latter had been reluctant as always… Ever since she had gone… it seemed as though she had taken him with her…

Cheers,

dc

Link to song Gauri was dancing to http://youtube.com/watch?v=mRIUXQgkAlo&mode=related& search= ("Rabba Sachiya": Atif Aslam)