I had acutally written this as a Mayank-Nupur (MJHT) FF but since I stopped watching it I stopped writing but I really want to continue with it and I thought I'd write it in Arohi-Arjun storyline.
Here's part one. I'll Continue if people like it.
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Beyond rainbows and butterflies
This story is about a young married couple, the problems they face, how they overcome them and how they learn what love really meant and how hard making it last ''forever'' actually is. Along the journey of ups and downs, they will eventually learn the most important lesson 'Learning to love imperfection.
Part one
"Come out to the balcony Arohi "
"Arjun,Tum kaha ho ? We are supposed to be going out for dinner tonight , tumey yaad haina? "
"Shh. Kitni bolti ho tum , just come out"
She dragged herself to the balcony of their 2 bedroom flat, they now called home , half hoping she'd find him outside with a bouquet of roses. Just like the husbands in the good old Hindi movies. Her bare arms caught by the sudden breeze that sprang up and she shivered slightly. She looked around.
No such luck...
There was no sign of Arjun nor the roses. Just angry drops of rain pouring , disturbing the peace of the night. Rain used to fascinate her as a kid. It used to be a symbol of romance when she was growing up. What did rain mean to her now ? At 24, married for 2 years , rain meant just rain. Something she dreaded when she had her clothes out for drying , something she hated when she was out without an umberalla. She failed to remember what it was about the rain that engaged her towards itself, she coudn' recall where the romance in drops of rain falling from the sky was. Rain was just rain now. The same went for alot of other things.
"yeh kaisa mazaak hai Arjun, bahar kitni barish ho ra hi hai . Kaha ho tum "
"mein jaisa kehta hoon tum waisa karo" - the phrase she hated the most'
"Kyun? Mein tumahri servant lagtihoon?" - she reciprocated
"Nahin meri pyari biwi. Put your hands forward and try to catch the raindrops"
"Catch the raindrops? pagal hogayey ho tum ?" - by the time she heard the echo of her own voice, she found her hand already in the rain.
"Accha, I've caught the raindrops"
"Now tell me how many raindrops have you caught in your hands " - he said , his voice suddenly softening.
" How many ?? about 7-8 may be. Raindrops kaise count kiya haata hai " - she answered , started to get a little annoyed.
"All the raindrops that you missed . Thats how much I love you"- he said.
Arjun was a man of few words. He had always found it difficult to express himself, verbally. A few times he would surprise her by writing her a poem or making her a CD of beautiful love ballads. Arohi, immediately felt her eyes moistening. All the reasons she loved him for, his charm, his words - it call came rushing and hit her so hard- reminding her of why she married to him in the first place.
"Arohi" the voice from the other end of the phone brought her back from her drift.
" Arjun.. tum kitney sweet hoo" she replied trying her best not to let her voice break.
"Tumarah , Sangaat ka asar hai ." smiling to himself.
"Accha , tum ready rehna , mein tumey ek ghantey mey pick up karney aaraha hoon"
"Waise , Hum jaa kahan rahehai"
"Surprise" , he hung up.
She went inside, showered and changed out of her jeans and t-shirt into a silky Sari that emphasised the softness of her curves. Her hair hugged down on to her back, curling softly. During the process Arohi thought about Arjun and herself. The first time she saw him, their first kiss, the first fight, the day they got married, how they made love that night. Her lips took different forms shy smiles, frowns, wide grins ; all at once. One thing she didn't fail to notice was how all the things that made her angry or sad were the things related to the events that occurred after they'd got married. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if they had jumped too quickly into marriage.
She blocked the thoughts out of her head before they self-proceeded on to thinking about the bitter parts of their life ; the mortgage, the bills, the misunderstandings. But it was their 2nd year marriage anniversary today and she wouldn't let anything ruin it. Today , they would celebrate their love ... their togetherness.
She checked the old clock on the wall - 10.30pm it read. Arjun was supposed to be home an hour earlier - "ek ghanta mein aauga "- he'd said. She picked up her phone to ring him. He didn't answer.
Arjun being late from work was usual - almost a part of his routine.
But Today ... ?
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Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Anupamaa
