FF Illicit love: end part 40 p136 note139 - Page 14

😭 it was a touchign part.. psl cotninue soon
davia

jai dint appear in this part... 😡 its ok... i know after this marriage, when bani moves out, we will have lot many JB scenes 😃 am i right? 😳

wohoooo Bani wants move out from WM!!!!
Great 😃 😃 (you know why 😉 )
Hey continue soon huh!! 😳 😳

Great part.
every emotional 😭...glad that everyone accepted her decision of moving out...espacially Ranveer and Rano.
Ranveer and Rano are so sweet 😳 😳
plz cont. soon.

Very touching part.....
Actually I like Bani's decision..... I think she is right.....but where is Jai, already missing him 😉 😊

please continue......waiting for your next update.....

Hi everybody!!!!

As promised: an extra long part (are you happy Hipreet?).

It took me so long to write, cause I wanted it to be really good. It did not turn
out the way I wanted it to but I hope you will like it. I have included one of
my all time favorite songs included. Hope you like the situation.

I just want to say I really appreciate the time you take out of your busy
schedules to read this story and comment. I read each and every post
although I don't reply to all of them.

I want to dedicate this part to all of you who comment, critize and share their
POV's on this story and help me improve my writing.

A big🤗and thank you!!!❤️

enjoy and please do comment,

take care,

Ranjana

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Let her go Ranveer.' Rano made him look up to her. She wiped his tears. Ranveer smiled. He made her sit next to him on the swing.

'You are right Rano, she deserves her own life.' Ranveer wiped her tears, and kissed her

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Part 13

Finally the big day for the two couples had arrived. The brides were dressed
up in their room. The grooms were banished to the outhouse for one week
until the wedding. They even made a small baraat come to the mansion. The
mansion turned more into the house of the brides were even the mothers of
both the grooms stood in front of the main door to welcome their sons along
with the baraat. It is pointless to say that the three sisters were emotional that
they and the smallest thing would make them laugh, but they were constantly
fighting their tears. They missed their parents so much that day they wanted to
complain to God all the time, but then they would see the amount of love they
got from their new family and could not thank God enough for that.

Two mandaps were constructed in the hall of the mansion. During the
Kanyadaan, Bani stood in between of both the mandaps and saw how
Aditya and Tarun gave away her sisters to their respective husbands. She
could only wish her parents were happy with the weddings. She could only
hope she fulfilled her duty as a parent, a sister, a friend and a guide.

After the wedding there was a grand reception in one off the Walia hotels. A
lavish affair, which had Jigyasa and Karuna Walia's stamp all over the place.
The biggest and the best were there. Throughout the reception Bani would
look at her sisters and their husbands glowing with joy and Aditya and Tarun
pulling their wifes' leg, Anu dancing away with Dadi and Mausi, and Mr
Walia quietly observing everybody with a smile. Bni was truly happy that day.
She could not ask for more. Her family, her life was happy.

There was not a Bidaai like in other weddings. Aditya an Tarun were thankful
for that. They feared a flooding might hit Mumbai as soon as all the Walia
women would start crying. Both the couples stayed back in the hotel to
celebrate their suhaag raat and Bani went to the mansion, one last time.
She was going to move out the next day.

That night Bani went into the garden one last time, and sat on the white swing
she used to share with Ranveer, and looked up to see the stars and the moon.

The rest of the familymembers hardly entered the garden so Bani knew she
was going to be alone. Bani made herself comfortable. She put her feet on the
swing and rested her head on her knees. Suddenly she remembered the song
she used to listen to with her sisters in Mount Abu. It was the song her father
used to sing for them, and learned them.

(this is the link to the song:

http://www.dishant.com/jukebox.php?songid=41329 )

Jalate hain jis ke liye,
tere aakhon ke diye
dhoondh layaa hun wahi,
geet main tere liyeJalate hain jis ke liye,
tere aakhon ke diye
dhoondh layaa hun wahi,
geet main tere liye
Dard ban ke jo mere dil mein rahaa dhal na saka
jaadu ban ke teri aankhon mein rukaa chal na saka
dard ban ke jo mere dil mein raha dhal naa saka
jaadoo ban ke teri aankhon mein ruka chal na saka
aaj laayaa hun wahi
geet main tere liye
Jalate hain jis ke liye, A teardrop fell on the inside of Bani's hand. She looked up at the moon and

startled looked at the drop on her hand. It looked like she tried to find something
in that drop.She clenched her hand and made a fist.Dil mein rakh lenaa ise haathon se ye chute naa kahin
geet nazuk hain mera sheeshe se bhee toote na kahinDil mein rakh lena ise haathon se ye chute na kahin
geet nazuk hain mera sheeshe se bhi toote na kahinGungunao yahee geet main tere liye
jalate hain jis ke liye, Bani never made an attempt to sing the next couplet. It was her father's couplet.

She remembered how he would stroke her head as she would lie is his lap.

She tried to finish the song without itJalate hain jis ke liye,
teree aakhon ke diye
Dhoondh laayaa hoo wahee,
geet main……………… Bani broke down and started to cry. She cried for her parent's who could
not do their daughters Kanyadaan, for her sisters, who were missing their parents,
for the tears Bani could not shed in her sisters' Bidaai, for the life that she had to
start, alone.
Bani didn't knew when a person came and hugged her. She cried, holding on
to that unknown person. That was the only thing she knew. She even missed

the deep voice that finished the song for her, when she cried in his arms.Jab talak na ye tere ras ke bhare hothhon se mile
yunhi aawaaraa phiregaa ye tere zulfon ke tale
Jab talak na ye tere ras ke bhare hothhon se mile
yunhi aawaaraa phirega ye tere zulfon ke tale
gaaye jaaoonga yehi geet main tere liye[1] Bani would wake up the following morning, not being able to remember when
she fell asleep on the swing, guessing who brought her up to her room.
She was also ignorant of the emotions of a man in another part of Mumbai,
who was lured by a voice the previous night, that did not allow him to sleep all night.
He heard the song his Uncle sang to him, after his life changed drastically, repeated by the girl,
after her life had changed drastically that day.
Looking at her seated alone in the white swing, were her father used to sit

with him, he could not do anything else but mentally compliment her for raising
her sister on her own. He recognised her loneliness when he saw her crying by herself.
He knew why she did not finished the last part. That couplet represented the void that Nishikant Dixit's death created.
Afraid of his happy memories , that remembered him of his loneliness today he never sang his uncle's couplet again……until last night. In an attempt to make someone else feel less lonely.

The next moring Mr. Walia went to the office the next day. After a lot of time
he slept in the place people called his house. He had to go there last night.
The driver Mausi aksed to give Mr. Walia a ride assumed he wanted to go to
his house. He did not want anyone to find out that he spent the night in his office.

Mr. Walia walked in his to his office, seated himself in his chair and pressed
the intercom button.
'Bani! Bani could you come in for a moment? I need to…..'

Suddenly he remembered she was not coming today. She was going to move
to her new apartment in the afternoon.

Mr. Walia looked at his desk and saw his schedule and all the files
he needed that day. He also found a note on top of the files

Mr. Walia,

These are the files you will need today. If I might have left something out you will find it in the cabinet on the right side of my
desk.

I e-mailed the notes to you, as well as the presentation Mr. Khan is
going to give today. If you want to have a print out, just ask the peon.

You don't have a lunch appointment today, and I know you will
simply forget to have lunch so I took the liberty of placing an order
for you at 'Little China'. They will deliver your lunch. I did not place
an order for your dinner because I want you to go home on time
today!

Have a nice day,

Bani

p.s. feel free to call me in case you need anything. The number is in
your diary next to your computer.

Mr. Walia smiled. He re-read the letter again and took a deep breath, sitting
comfortably in his chair and looking at the ceiling. He closed his eyes. He did
what he did throughout the night. Think about Bani.

For the past two weeks Bani only worked in the morning because of the
wedding preparations and the forthcoming shifting. She would finish her work
around one and go home, or go to her new apartment to supervise the
workers who were painting or putting a new floor and a new kitchen in the
apartment. Mr. Walia could not be more relieved when he granted Bani
permission to work only half a day. He wanted to maintain a distance
between them.

The first time he whispered Bani's name in London, he felt disgusted and
angry at himself. The only thing he kept repeating in his mind was: 'Great
Jai. That girl is taking care of you because she feels obliged to do so and respects you and you are just lusting after her. She is almost half your
age and your uncle's daughter and you are harbouring such low feelings
for her. Just be happy she can't read your mind, otherwise she would
loose all respect for you.'

Sitting behind his desk Mr Walia could still remember what happened
last night. He just went outside to wish his PA a goodnight when he heared
the song. Mr. Walia stood there for a while when he noticed that she did not
sing uncle's favourite part and he could guess why. That couplet was a
remembrance to Nishikant Dixit. If he was still there to sing along, she would
not be sitting on the swing all alone. Bani cried. Her past make her cry. Tears
of sadness but also of joy were trickling down her cheeks.

The uncertainty of her future was scaring her. Mr. Walia hugged her at that
point. He could still feel the light pressure of her frame against his body, her
head resting on his shoulder. Bani did what he did not dare to do all these
years. Cry! On the inside he was crying with her.

In an effort to make her feel that he cared about her, to make her feel
someone would be there for her, he finished the song.
Yesterday Mr. Walia finally admitted that it was not lust that was on his mind.
It was something totally different, something that could not be. He repeated
the words that became a mantra to him in the last two weeks.
Never, Jai! Never!

Mr. Walia again looked at the piece of paper in his hand.

'But I should call her. I just want to make sure she is okay. She wrote I could call her.'

He picked up the phone when he heard the same voice in his head he heard ever since he came back from London.

'Don't be ridiculous Jai! You know why you want to call her. Don't act like a love sick teenager. You are her boss, her guardian, too old for her
and most important of all, you are married!!!!

Mr. Walia put down the phone and tried to concentrate on his work.

Originally posted by: sadsunzarsum

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didn't you like it hun?😕

is jai really married???? i dont know.. i have doubt regarding this... 😕
it was a nice emotional scene... bani moving out does it have any significance????

Hey brilliant part
awwwww poor jai that last bit made me laugh 😆 😆 😆
i like the way his actually telling himself how wrong it is for him to have feelings for her in that way 😆 i think he should just go for it 😳
i must say that song is not something i would listen to 😕 sorry hope u dont feel bad that i said this

plz continu soon


Taj

Ranjana perfect song to reflect her and his emotions...really a great update... 👏 👏 👏