Hi,everyone.I am so sorry,for not updating,but I had a lot of science work to do and this week I have vacation,so I will update by tonight or tomorrow,but I will update. Do not be upset.And I am so sorry
biyaahmad for not responding, I just had a lot of lab work and tests18 hours of my life consisted of pure simple American education (argh!). Also a familiar teacher I knew passed away,so please do pray and say that his soul rests in peace.So sorry again everybody!🥺.
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Chapter 4
I stared down at the crystal bowl of white,smooth,silky rice that touched my cold fingers. I placed my two palms till the bottom of the bowl and held on to the small pebbles of grain to linger in the moment and freeze it,so I could stay here with my familiar surroundings. The surroundings that consist of those with whom I've played hopscotch, with those who hugged me when I fell on the ground after dancing in the monsoon, with those who gave me my favorite dish which was rice and yellow curry, with those who hugged me when daddy wasn't at his greatest and fell to the doom of alcohol, and all of those who became a part of me and engraved their names inside my veins through which my blood ran, still runs, and will run forever...
I wiped the grains of tears off of the crystal bowl which was trying to consume my sadness. I stared down and took upon the cracks of the concrete on the ground and how they still showed even through the scatter of roses. They represented my soul and all these relations that were still there and always will be,but have seperated and will never be the same after the minute I throw these small grains of rice into my mother's lap.
"Heer beta, come on,"My mother urged as I glimpsed out of my internal soul's thoughts and looked back up to her. Her face fostered sadness and the grains of tears that consisted in my eyes too. I looked into the palm of my hands and tried to muster up the courage and hand it down to my mother. I gulped and said a prayer before I threw them back.
I looked back and grabbed my mother, hugging her tightly as I tried to consume her warmth and every aspect of her,so I could cling to it when I would enter my new world and my new life.
I let go of my mother's hand as I let Khushi and Meher hug her too.
"It's ok...shhh...be brave Heer.Be brave...You are so lucky to be going to such a nice family. I know your pain and everything will finally end. I am sure Prem will take care of you so much and cover those wounds of pain your father might have caused you. Don't cry...Just remember that our family's respect and values will be shown through your actions. From now on, they are your new family and you have to do everything in order to take care of them and follow their traditions, customs, and values,"Mother whispered. I shook my head as I tried to wipe my tears off of my cheek.
"I am sorry,but we do not have time for all of this. We have a journey to travel to get back home at the right time. After all, we have our customs too," Dadi ji said as she looked at my mother.
"I am so sorry.Khushi,Meher,Heer, let's go. It is getting late," Mother said as she wiped her tears off of her cheek and grabbed our hands into hers. She held on us tightly as she herself didn't want to let go of us. Mother walked up to Prem as he still had his sehra on his face and waited beside the car. Mother smiled and she looked at Prem.
"Prem,I just want to say that if my daughter makes any mistake,please forgive her. I know she will do her best to be a good wife to you,"Mother said as she looked at him.
"Don't worry ma,just take care of yourself and the family,"Prem said. That was the first time I heard his voice. His voice was husky and had a certain power to it.I could tell that Prem did have a different edge to his personality as he gripped on to the door handle of the car and opened it. He sat inside as I once more hugged mother and sat inside too.
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I stared at outside the glass window on to the magical garden that awaited in front of my new home. Strange that only five hours ago I was worrying about how my new life would be and would become of it and now here I am. Frozen in time I stood here in silence. A few minutes ago, I had walked into this house and left my footprint along with my two sisters. Dadiji decided that all the other rasams will happen tomorrow because it was about twelve at night and she felt we all should go to our rooms.
I still had my duptaa draped over my face as dadiji instructed that it only to be lifted by Prem only. I felt chills go down my spine even at the mention of Prem's name. I fumbled with my fingers as I bit my lip cautiously. I heard the door squeak as I heard footsteps. I squeezed my fists shut as I said a quiet prayer to calm my nerves down.
Turning around, I faced Prem as he stood in front of me awkwardly. He grabbed his sehra and pulled it off of his head. I looked up through my veil to take a look at him. My cheeks flushed as I met his brown hazel eyes staring down right at me. His sherwani fitted his body as I noticed his arm's muscles pulsing through the silk cloth. He had short hair,but it felt perfectly up to his neck as its color illuminated in the light giving a shade of brown and black. I bit my lip as I looked down and tried to remove the blush that appeared on both of my cheeks.
Prem's POV
I darted my eyes at her trying to solve the missing puzzle of her face and just trying to find out how she looked like. I mean I sure did want a hot looking wife to show off. I rolled my eyes as I tapped my foot on the ground. I faked a cough to break the awkwardness,but I guess it didn't work. Here goes Prem, just try to say something.
The moment I was going to say something,I noticed her walking towards me and suddenly her foot slipped on her lehenga. My eyes widened as I quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her closer towards me. Her duptaa flew over her head as the wind came in. I felt a sense of dismay overcome me and I gulped as I feared what I had gotten into. She was nothing like I expected. She contained mundane brown eyes, oily dark brown hair and a homogenous face. I could tell that she was definatley not my type. I quickly let go of her as I took a step back from her.
"I-I'm sorry,"Heer mumbled as she looked downwards and placed her veil on top of her head.
I walked back to my closet and grabbed my night suit. I rolled my eyes as I noticed her in the same position with the same aunty posture and look. God,what has my family gotten me into? I thought. I guess I should have the discussion with her that I thought I would say if my wife did not turn out to be hot.
"Look, Heer...this is an arranged marriage and the thing is we never even met or talked or even saw each other's faces until today. I know we are married,but I am just not comfortable accepting the fact that we are truly into a bond that will tie us forever. So, how about for now we keep our limits and not cross them,"I said. I noticed the expression on her face changing from frowning to sadness to more frowning to more sadness. I could tell she didn't fully agree with my idea.
"You sleep over there on the couch while I sleep on the bed,alright?"I said as she shook her head as I sighed in frustration over her lack of public speaking skills.
Great she really is my dream wife.Not.
Heer POV
I stood there sucking up what Prem just had announced. Though, I do agree we never met each other or got to know each other, I would rather expect him to at least try in this relationship. I did not think Prem would ever say this and just give up on us. I took a deep breath in and just tried to calm down the chills that ran through my body.
I tried to distract my thoughts as I went to the dressing room table and began to take off my necklace and my nose ring as I placed it on the dresser. I heard Prem walking out of the bathroom as I placed my duptaa off of my head and began to take the gajra off of my bun.
"Remember, I told you to we are going to keep our limits in this marriage,"I heard Prem say as he walked up to the dressing table. I looked up at him in curiosity as I did not know what he meant.
I noticed Prem's face changing color as I noticed it became red in less than a second. Prem grabbed my arm and pulled me off of the dressing table chair. Prem took my jewlery in his right hand as he paced it into the palm of my hand.
"Now, since you do not understand normal language, I guess I will explain in detail. This table is mine, this bed is mine, this closet is mine, and each and every thing in this room is mine. You should be happy that I am letting you share my couch. Keep this ancient jewlery in your bag not on my dressing table. You should know that you are not my choice and if I had things in my control you would never be my choice,but sadly my family picked you,so I am trying to adjust and tell you that we have limits. Do not try to act like my wife and do not think that you would ever have me. You get that?"Prem pointed as he squeezed my arm more tightly.
I felt tears running down my cheeks as I shook my head. Prem's words pierced through my soul as I could not comprehend what was happening. I felt a fog of water appearing in front of eyes as Prem let go of my arm and pushed me towards the white couch that stood by the window. I held on to my jewlery tightly as I took my luggage bag and pulled towards the couch. I heard Prem throw my gajra into the trash can before he turned off the lights and left me in the darkness of apprehension. I opened my luggage bag as I placed my jewelery inside it and then took my bed sheet that mother had gifted me as part oft he custom. Thank God I brought this,I thought as I laid down on the couch and placed the pillow under my head. I felt the rush of wind against my body as I let the tears run down the cheeks.
Arnav and Khushi
Khushi sat there nervously on the bed fumbling with her hands as remembered how Arnav had placed his hand on hers when they were in the Gurudwara. Oh God,he is very fast. What am I supposed to do? I never saw his face, never got to know him and now we're married! She thought.And the worst thing is that I think he already wants to start our new life, have kids and then see them get married,but I do not want that. I want to experience love and its escasty.
Arnav was still trying to get over what happened at the Gurudwara and kept on cursing himself because of his mistake. He didn't even know it was her hand and he wanted to create a good impression which all went down the drain because of his stupidity. Why did he do that? He mumbled a curse under his breath as he walked up to the room. Just the idea of "the room" made Arnav shutter about what would happen tonight, how Khushi looked like and what she expected out of this bindful marriage. Arnav checked his breath one last time before he placed his hand on the door handle and opened it.
He noticed Khushi the instant he walked in. Arnav could tell she was nervous as she tugged on her bangles and kept on moving her feet up and down into the mattress. Arnav closed the door and locked it since the door always had a habit of opening itself on its own since the hinge was a bit loose.
Khushi heard the lock and began to pray as she realized that maybe Arnav was ready to consummate the marriage and begin the typical indian married life. Khushi clamped her hands together as they sweated. Khushi felt Arnav walking towards her as she sat there in a fetal position trying to avoid eye contact. She noticed that Arnav was taking off his sehra and placing it on the dresser.
Arnav placed his sehra on his dresser. He felt his throat dry up and the dryness quickly spread up to his lips. He took the glass of milk that was on the dresser and quickly took a drink, but not without consequences. The glass apparently had a small hole on the bottom of it and it quickly spilled down on his kurta.
"Are you serious?" Arnav racked as looked at his kurta. He decided to quickly remove the kurta and get the stain off unaware that Khushi was still present in the room.
Khushi was too busy worrying about what would happen next that she didn't notice the milk spill on Arnav's kurta and when she did turn her head her cheeks turned red. There stood Arnav with his kurta completely off as she noticed his back muscles flex as he placed the kurta on the dressing table's chair. Oh wow,she thought as she kept on staring at his nice ripped body as he turned around. Khushi's eyes went right up to his face and began to admire it. His face was not like a little boy's but like a true man's as the jaw line structure his face into an oval like shape. He had long hair which crumbled as the gell's effect went away. He had the nicest eyes and most of all the nicest lips...Khushi get out of the phase!She knocked herself as she tried to wander her eyes around the room to avoid eye contact. Oh wow...nice crystal lamp, and nice silk curtains and that is such a nice snake!Wait...snake?
Arnav stood there as he realized that Khushi was still in the room and that he was standing practically half naked in front of her. Damn!Why is this happening to me?All I wanted was a good impression, not this God. He thought as he looked back at his milk soaked kurta. Guess, I have to wear it and survive in it, he thought. Arnav was about to put back the kurta on when suddenly he heard a loud scream as he felt a sudden tug on his hand. Arnav felt himself fly over and land right down on the soft felt matteress. And there on the top of him laid Khushi.
Khushi had freaked when she had seen the snake on the dresser,so without a care she just grabbed Arnav's hand to save him and yet now they were in this weird position with her laying on top of him and completely out of sight and mind.
Arnav felt Khushi's light breath on his face and he felt their face were only an inch away before they could touch. Arnav analyzed her face through the duptaa because she finally was so close to him. He was mesmerized as he aknowledged her nice big eyes that were carressed with nice black eyeliner and how her cheeks were rosy red with shyness. She had the perfect innocence that he had always longed for and she contained every aspect he loved in a woman. And then suddenly she hugged him tightly and placed her face into his neck.Woah...what's happening? Ma told me she was really shy, young and quiet innocent not so out there?
"Um...um...are...you...ok?"Arnav grasped the words to try not to get lost in the nice fragrance that she was carrying on her body.
"Snake..."She mumbled and she still held on to me. Did I just here snake?Arnav thought as he stared at the canopy of flowers his annoying cousins had placed to just ruin the bed's appearance.
"Right there...on...the dresser,"She mumbled. My eyes quickly moved to the dresser and right there was a snake right there staring right at me in the eyes. And it was just not a snake,but more than a snake. It had black scales and orange lines striped on the body.
"Oh my God,"I said and then I grabbed on to Khushi's waist unknowingly and pulled her close to me to try to not freak out. Don't worry Arnav,be a man and do not freak out. Remember they always say never move when a snake is there right? Wait...maybe I can thrown something on its face to blind it. Some sheet or something and then my eyes went to Khushi's duptaa.Arnav thought. He quickly grabbed her duptaa and stood up on the bed.
Khushi stared at Arnav in shock that there was a snake in the room and Arnav here was trying to flirt with her!Arnav looked down at her and noticed what she was thinking.
"Um...let's cover the snake with this. The snake will be blinded for a moment and then I will just grab it and thrown it out of the window,"Arnav said and Khushi agreed as she understood this was the only way out of it. Arnav took the duptaa and threw it on top of the snake.
Khushi bit her lip nervously as Arnav ran quickly and grabbed the snake, but then Arnav froze. Khushi's eyes widened in worry, thinking if the snake bit Arnav.
"Wait...this is a toy snake,"Arnav mumbled as Kushi stared at him with her jaw wide open. Wait, did Arnav just play a joke on her?How dare he?He did all of this to just close to me?!How can he stoop so low?
Pre-Cap
I felt his hands run through my waist as he cupped my neck and placed light butterfly kisses on my neck. I drowned into pleasure as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me as I felt the beat of the music running through my veins...
Which couple is this? I know who you all think it is, but maybe it is not the couple you all think it is.
Edited by xoxoJasminexoxo - 12 years ago
Indian Idol 15
