SS~Dutta~a trilogy~ thread 1. Follow the Heart. continued on thread 2 - Page 83

Originally posted by: jedy25

hi hamlet hello jedy , was wondering where you were?
superb story looking for friday ud.story is fresh new 👏dutta & naku in different style ..we want a intense love story😳its a requestFOLLOW THE HEART
ohhh loving this box office hype.. ummh how intense? you know how shareef dutta is ..😆.. haat tak tu paker nehi sakta..😆
thanks for your patience.. much love hammie 😛

Originally posted by: dilse14

hi hamlet.. humm dilse .. me smiling..

the title is dilse wonderful😛😛

its a new story naku isn't poor gal

how their relationship develop waiting for friday😳 thanks for all your patience.. and i love the flowers.. much love hammie

Originally posted by: Hamlet53

hello bart..😊
first of all many thanks for going through and liking the annotations of the last chapter of .. out of my hands..
but hey , hammie is mighty disappointed that you missed the promo of follow the heart.. iam sure you have some snags ,otherwise you being my loyal reader since 2011... is not one to pass by hammie's work..
looking forward to seeing you back on my thread and the rest of laagi forum.. will post part 1 on friday.. hoping you read it..
much love ,as ever yours hammie.

Originally posted by: -bharti-

oye tu chup rahegi toh acha hoga tujhe toh pata hi hai phirbhi ? i disappointed you??? 😲

it is the other way round hammie 😛

chalo Shukriya you are back with a new tasha story... hoping to see some action packed drama, n thoda romance 😉 im sure you will do justice to my fav character DUTTA uff hate these legal terms.

bas, you carryon ill follow at my own pace...😉 itna toh yakeen hai mujhe ki tujhe likhe bina chain nahi, khana azam nahi hota, btw hope your tummy is ok😆 now that u started a new one😆

But its great to see all our laagi friends on the thread which is the most imp thing. i hate to be late to party hammie.
touche bart👍🏼 mere jaise ko aisa he jawab milna chaiya.. sooo kept QUIET...
how ever im pleased to see you .. love hammie

Mishal Raheja

As Dutta

Follow the Heart

Part 1

Morning had broken in the Patil household.The house itself was a reddish mud house and far from being a fortress, but shri Ram Patil and his family undoubtedly thought of it as their castle. Flanked by yellow mustard fields that danced frivolously in the light morning breeze on one side, and rows of the vegetable farm on the other side, stood the spacious square shaped mud boundary wall all the way around the actual mud house all imposing and cordoned off from the rest of the world. House number was not the norm, instead, it's unique identification mark was the painted framed outline of the red front door. Alongside the front door on the outer wall, also remained a small red painted window, a special addition for the benefit of the women of the house in identifying the caller at the door.

The smell of moist soil filled the environment, coupled with the readily supplied boon of crisp, fresh pollution free air, which was a treat for the inhabitants oxygen starved lungs.The songs of rare local bird species provided notes and melodies that kept the auditory senses soothed. Then there was the twittering of house sparrows that celebrated the arrival of the new day. But despite the luminous arrival of the sun which blazoned it's beams over shri Ram Patil's hiwali.. all but one slumbered free from ensuing activities. There was gentle activity about in the wide mud courtyard of the house. Davde's wife Abha sat before a heated mud hearth, busily involved in boiling a pot of tea.. at another mud hearth Kadam's wife Bela leant over the upside down dipped griddle involved in the preparation of fried flat bread.The fumes of fried fat arose and filled the atmosphere.. an invitation for breakfast . Shriram who slept in the veranda of the courtyard carried on with his usual chore of providing fodder for the family's pet livestock.. a lamb, a goat and a cow.. the families larger livestock were kept at the side of the house in specially built cattle shelters.

It was a ritual shri Ram Patil carried out fairly regularly, tended to the animals and looked over his shoulder at the charpoy on the side of the courtyard that carried the blanket covered foetal positioned frame of his slumbering youngest son Dutta.. invariably still in an undisturbed world of his own. Still shri Ram Patil had to do his duties, as he knew none of his sons wives took a liking to their youngest brother in law, in fact they in practice, let Dutta be.. to his own devices.

"aree oo Dutta! utha ja mere baache! sawara ho gaya hai", called his father but to no avail, as Dutta's huge frame only lurched to turn sides, and shoved his wayward right toe out of the blanket. Dutta brought his arm from under the blanket, folded it, concealed his eyes and made it clear it may be morning but sleep still gripped him. Bela, his older brother Kadam's wife looked up from her griddle that sizzled ,and added with acidity both in her voice and its content

"jis din ye subah uth gaye, babaa us din to mojaza ho jaye ga! jab dekho ghore beech ke sauya hota hai" Dutta pulled his mouth defiantly to one side, scratched his stubble chin under the blanket, and waited for the other two of his sister in laws to join in the banter against him. Abha, the eldest vahini mopped her sweaty face, turned her head in Dutta's direction as she stirred the pot of tea that bubbled on the mud hearth she,was meant to be involved in..

" baaba ise kuch kethe nehin..she chipped and added fuel to the situation. Dutta heard it all, but ignored the to and fro of complaints regarding his awakening hour in the morning.. Silently under the blanket he gulped and sighed and wondered as he stroked the side of coarse stubble face, why the third vahini hadn't spoken as yet.

" eyeee uth ja Dutta! apne Bhau logon ka khana thuje le kar jana hai dera par! ya ab ye kam bhi! ab hum mein se koi kare? moans Daksha. Dutta smiled slyly from under the blanket and raised one his eyebrows and almost clicked his fingers from under the blanket, it was almost a motherly mantle that shielded him from the daily dose of animosity filled gibes from his brothers wives. He thought it best to ignore, playing deaf ears! has been the best policy in the past.. till not poked and prodded into action.. keep the ear drums blocked!. Silence and passive resistance from him, shuts up their razor blade tongues eventually!

But soon enough the love of his life Kajri ,the pet lamb finds Dutta's pink toe stuck out from under the blanket and gives it a slurpy wet lick!

"Oee teri Kajri ke baachi! roared Dutta, as he threw off his blanket and sat up on his charpoy in his sleeveless body hugging white vest, and pyjama clad legs posted just about on the ground.. there was a loud applause from his vahinis for the sheep's action, which stirred Dutta out of his lazy lye in! Dutta turned his face to the side and smiled shyly at his abrupt motion. Kajri seized the moment, nuzzled up closer to him, stood between his knees and deposited further affectionate lick ups on Dutta's hands that loosely drooped above his knees.

" tu bhi meri dushman nikle kajri.. neend se utha diya apna ladlaa Saab ko? humm?he sweetly told her off as he caressed her under her jaws with his thumbs.. he stared severely at the little lamb..and she gave off a tiny broken bleat..

Dutta cupped her face in his palms and looked into her dark, defined kajrari eyes, edged with long curled up eye lashes. Her fleece was ivory and set in thick close cropped wavy curls on her dumpy little body! Dutta shifted his hands gradually from her jaws to the back of her neck and then patted her bowed back.. Dutta could go on and on, it was therapeutic! one needed such a calming gesture to settle one's frayed nerves ,mused Dutta as he moved Kajri aside. Dutta yawned and then felt his brawny smooth left shoulder with the fingers of his right hand, as if rearing himself to rise and shine! But his self-motivation to get up was marred by the caustic intercession of one of his vahinis..

Bela pulled a harsh face as she looked up from the griddle, and called out stridently so all could hear!

" main tu bolon ke is Kajri mein Dutta se zayeeda ekal hai! adha din guzar gaya hai aur ye abhi bistar par he para hai" she sneered. Dutta turned his neck abruptly and sprang to his feet, and was about to retort , when he caught sight of his father giving fodder to the goat.. his babaa shook his head, and pleaded visually to his son ,to abstain from speaking against his vahinis..Dutta clenched his fists, leaned slightly, grabbed and folded his blanket and threw it over his shoulder. With a clenched jaw ,he shoved his pillow under his bare armpit, roughly hauled his woven charpoy, and carried it to one side of the mud courtyard and then rested it up against the wall. Dutta was aware his father's bedding and bed had to be cleared as well, and with a firm face he strode to tackle the task. Kajri followed him at his heel and he leaned down looped his arms , across her warm belly and hauled her up and held her soft body against his part bare hairy chest... and as Dutta had heard what the fuss was all about, he demanded calmly.. as he put down Kajri on the ground after a brief hug..

"khana de do main abhi le ke jaye ga! his father looked crest fallen and called out to him,

" mera baache nashta tu kare ke ja, ghar se bhooke paet nehin nikalna chaiya! but before his father finished sentence, his vahini Daksha interrupted..

" khana bana hoi hai , iske nakhre khatam ho tu ye laad Saab khai.."..

"bas! aur kuch nehin bolene ke zarrorat! babaa tiffin do mujhe main chala!!"..yelled Dutta as he stormed inside to his room, moved aside the bleating, following Kajri on the ground! Furiously, he pulled off his black kurta from the clothes hook and roughly shoved his head and arms through the kurta ready to leave! One of his vahini's brought the three tiffin, which he took with a face as dark as hell! .. he rotated to leave, the metal handles of the containers cut into his pink palms.

Kajri rubbed against his white pyjama clads legs, to make her presence known! Dutta with a soft smile, parked the tiffin on the ground for a moment. bent down, encircled both his arms around her tubby warm fleecy belly , heaved her up and perched her upon the back of his neck.. With Kajri parked across his shoulders. Dutta walked out of his home in the foulest of moods..

shri Ram Patel's eyes welled up as he paced feebly towards the mud boundary wall. Dismally the aged headman, watched his tall, rigid, youngest son, comforted by the little lamb parked up on his shoulders, march away with the tiffin balanced in both of his strong curved palms. As a father he felt less paternal and more of one old man victimised by his older sons and their spouses. How time underwent changes.He recalled with nostalgic affection, the fact that his own dear wife saw to it during her lifetime, that the older boys got settled when it was possible.. and never spared neither love nor money in celebrating their marriages. But what of it now? mused shri Ram , it's a good thing his dear wife hadn't lived to see the way her beloved husband is treated by both their sons and their wives. Shri Ram Patil wiped a silent tear from his tired failing eyes and coughed up a rasping cough. Bela, looked up and showed some concern and offered him a glass of water to clear his throat. But, it was not about himself that shri Ram was forever anxious, it was about the time and again provocations that these women gave Dutta into staging a confrontation with them... that which shriram Patil never desired. For the last thing he wanted to see as a father, was Dutta falling out with his older brothers ,on account of the bickering between their youngest brother and their wives. Shriram Patil wiped another tear from his wrinkled face, as he thought of his beloved youngest boy, so to speak good for nothing...Dutta .. who he knew quelled many a storms within himself, on his father's behest.. but for how long can he as a father contain Dutta's tempest?

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Indifferently, Dutta ambled through the slightly uneven narrow mud path that dwindled through the pastel green tall sugar cane plantations on one side and the yellow mustard fields on the other side. Kajri bleated and Dutta twisted his stiffened neck and rubbed his stubble cheek against the lamb's snow white fleecy front legs that dangled just below Dutta's shoulder.The lamb pressed her button wet nose on the side of Dutta's ear as repayment for his attention. Dutta jerked with a chuckle! such affection he had for this beauty! the moment she was born Dutta, recalled, he took charge of the infant animal, how he feed her with an animal bottle feeder as the mother had breathed her last in labour .. and the other ewes aggressively had refused to give her their milk..

"tu bhi meri theran hai Kajri .. innocent, vulnerable, clingy to one that loves you.. chal koi nehin, babaa haina, aur phir hum hain na ek dossera ke liye .. Dutta tells his mascot .. he hadn't even arrived at the dera when he was stopped suddenly!

" Dutta! areee Dutta rok tu sahi! Dutta knew the voice that rang through the green fields.. and his narrowed eyes beamed as he curled his mouth to one side. near enough Baji caught up with his friend and first petted Kajri on Dutta's shoulder as he walked side by side on the muddy trodden path,

"why are you in such a hurry Dutta? zaroor aaj bhi ghar mein do bartun takria hoon ge ?am I right? Dutta twisted his neck , and replied dryly

"jab pata hai thujhe mera ghar ke halat then why do you bother to ask? just to wind me up? Baji..

"dekha Dutta tera jaisa ghorre jaisa mard, aagar mamna ko apni shoulders pe le ke ghumein ga tu who is going to take you seriously? look tera tashan hoga! if you carry a gun instead? kya bolta hai Dutta?

"tu bahut bikwas bolta hai Bajirao!! babaa wouldn't want me to carry arms, he wants to live! and let live peacefully ,so think about living peacefully or does being free of unnecessary rumpus bother you so much? besides Baji, I have so much hassle at home that any time out of the house is in fact a boon twenty four seven bak! bak! ", off loaded Dutta.. Baji stopped Dutta halfway and gently forced his friend to sit down on a mound of soil on the side of the mud trodden track. Baji himself too sat down on a smaller mud mound adjacent to Dutta..

" tell me something, khana khaya tune? he asked as he studied Dutta's fixed expression

" what do you think? replied Dutta tersely.. it was a repetitive question that Baji often posed before him

" matlab you didn't ? dekh Dutta it's your house, they are your family, you are a member of the family ,so kaise akhar ? aur who bhi kahne pe, jis pe tera haq bunta hai" insisted Baji , although he knew Dutta being the stubborn mule that he was.. would very likely disagree..

"mujhe nehin zaroorat un ke haat ka khana khane ke, itna besharram nehin hoon main ke unke batien bhi suno aur roti bhi khaon ! woh tu babaa ke wajah se main kuch bolta nehin.. nehin tu main! he roared and then ceases to speak further.

" tu kya Dutta ? what will you do? bata muhje? cajoled Baji , but Dutta evaded and hauled himself up and told Baji..

"look I have to give this food to my brothers in the field.. if I am not there, they'll moan that they were starving, and I was gallivanting all day!

Baji grabbed his arm and challenged him." no phele tu mera ghar chale ga Dutta , baad mein jaye ga dera? This too was a regular occurrence, an assurance that Dutta was never short off, love and nourishment..

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Shakuntala devi, looked up with a benign smile as she watched the two friends and a lamb walk into her brick built courtyard.. hers was a house that was part brick and part mud built. For Dutta only one element mattered about this shelter. This was the house which gave him signals of a home.. may be because it was inhabited by a mother.. and she always acted upon the role of how a mother should be? reasoned Dutta silently as he smiled at her, took Kajri off his shoulders and walked briskly to seek Baji's mother's blessings. His legs folded as he sank to the floor ,beside Shakuntla devi who sat seated on a covered divan in the courtyard. Affectionately she fondled Dutta's hair and he lowered the side of his face on her lap and as one deprived off the bliss of maternal affection, just closed his eyes briefly. Mean while Baji dished out some poha for his friend and called out to his mother

"Aye Sahib, aaj phir Dutta ghar se kuch khai peeya bhar nikal aaaya hai? ise samjhain roti par kyun gussa niklata hai? aur khud apna Bhau ka khana dera par le ja raha tha" moaned Baji as he passed the bowl of poha to Dutta who sat and reaped Aye Sahib's prolonged attentive affection. Aye Sahib made use of Dutta's morose disposition and advised gently.

"dekh Dutta, tere babaa ko tera liye bhi aache se lardki dhoon lene chaiye? ju tera khayal rekhe ge" Baji sniggered as he ate a spoonful of poha he had dished out for Dutta.

" Aye! is se kauno larki lagan kare ge? bheja sarka retha hai is ka! sara din tille par ja ke bansuri bajata hai.. tu yoon kyun nehin karti , mera lagan kara de! tu bola tu chorri bhi main dhood le ga ! he smacked his hands together. Dutta glared at him distastefully and sat up and mouthed spoonful's of poha ,greedily ,gulped and then mumbled with a slow quiver of his head..

"nehin Aye Sahib, main jab bhi lagan kare ga, tu aisa aurat mangta hai ju mera nehin, mera baba ka khayal rekhe.. mera kya hai ,main tu malaang aadmi hai , zindagi se zayeeda nehin mangta sirf apne baap ko kush dekhna mangta hai... aur rehe is nautanki ke baat ,tu Aye haan iski shaadi ap jaldi hi kara do ,bahut machalta pherta hai! growled Dutta at Baji.. Aye Sahib laughed heartily and put her arms around both her sons, and shook her head..

"tum chinta maat karo ,tum dono ka jald he main kuch na kuch bandobast kare ge. Aye jo ho tumhare main" Baji smiled shyly but Dutta just sided his face ,parted his lips and only sighed..

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His brothers all three of them shook their heads and wiped their brows as they spotted their delivery boy arrive with their lunches,

" kahan mar gaya tha tu re? challenged his brother Shinde.. and like wise their wives, the other brother joined in angrily.. drawing their own conclusions

"gussa hoga us salle Baji ke ghar.. ghar ke roona suna raha hoga! Dutta glared at them and growled back

" jab aap log bhagwan ho ,tu ye bhi pata hoga ap ko, ke main kya roona dhoona kar raha hoon ga Baji ke ghar? ap log tu sab jane ho.. ye bhi pata hoga ap ko ke ap ke baiko ne tiffin mein kya behja hoga! ye lo apna khana.. rekha hai edhur, kha lena.. main chala! and he turned abrasively and stalked off defiantly! His brothers gathered around the tiffin, sat in a semicircle on the ground, joined their heads and tucked in.. Davde protested to others,

"itna badteemaz gadha hai ye chokra! besharram kahien ka.. nakhuto! na kam ka na kaaj ka!

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In an upgraded mud hiwali, dappled with painted green and red leafy motif borders, added colour to the inside of the house. Red and green door posts also ran off the large marble chipped courtyard, and lead to private quarters that corresponded with the red and green patterned motifs.. In one of the rooms, on a spacious palang [woven bed] covered by a mirror and sequined applique patterned bed spread, strewed with two stuffed cylindrical cushions, lay Nakusha on her belly. She waved her folded legs idly and played with the fingers of her elbowed arms. A youthful smile played on her lips, that which celebrated life for her,a sense of well being.. She perhaps mused too soon as , Babi bai, a mother substitute for Nakusha ,but really an old loyal menial at Nana Sahib's household barged in unceremoniously and huffed at Nakusha, who rolled over carelessly on her back and looked up at her held up playful fingertips ..

" uth ja , Naku! abhi tak tu tayeer bhi nehin hoi? Nana Sahib tera nashta par intezaar kar rehe hai", Naku heard, and gradually interlocked her fair dainty fingers , bit her lower lip and unpleasantly recognized what the usual topic of discussion was likely to be?.. her marriage... so she resisted

"uff Babi maa ! abhi tu main thek se jaage bhi nehin aur tum , aah gaye mujhe uthne.. protested Nakusha with no intensions of complying. But Babi also knew how to prompt this poor orphaned girl into action

" thek hai tu phir main bol dete hai Nana Sahib ko tu nehin Aye ge.. tera baher jana bund ho jaya ge!

Naku jumped out of bed and raced to the outdoor shuttered cubicle bathing area and started her ablution procedure. She looked at the lukewarm metal pail of water with a plastic tumbler and a smile broke up on her face. As she bathed in the cubicle, she warmed to the thought of Babi maa's constant care that poured on her .. yes an orphaned girl she may be, but there were saintly people around who by their acts of goodly kindness guaranteed secure homes for the destitute like her. Nana Sahib was nothing short of being like her own father.. he had nurtured her from a child ,pampered her to no end and now that she was a young woman.. no doubt like a caring father he would be on the lookout for a prospective groom for his pretty daughter! giggled Naku as she tip toed back to her room, after her morning bath..

Babi maa had already laid out her ghagara, choli, and chunni on her bed to change into.. with a giddy smile Naku wiped her porcelain shapely body and climbed into her pink and green bordered ghaghra and hooked it just below her flat belly button. She struggled and shuffled about a bit with her choli and pulled it just above her belly button ! and finished off by fitting it on the contours of her body. She blushed as she checked her reflection in the mirror and gazed at her laid out chunni which she would wear after her hair was groomed. She twisted her fair arms and gently ran the comb through her long silky raven black tresses; meticulously mid parted her hair on the top of her head ; separated her hair from the back of her head into two sections and one at a time her dainty fingers braided each section of her hair into two plaits decorated with pink braid tassel parandas. She accentuated further the highpoint of her face, her big bold green doe eyes with sharp flicked up curves of kohl; added a simple maang tikka to her mid parting; wore mobile eye catching jhumkas that dangled off her ear lobes and complimented her swan like neck. Finally she swung her chunni above the back of her head, pinned it to the top of her scalp; gathered it up against her defined hips and pulled forward its corner ends from the back and tucked it from both side of her tiny waist in front of her ghaghra just above her belly button! Nakusha gave herself one last look in the large wall mirror of her room and rapidly slid down dozens of pink and green glass bangles on her fair wrists! which completed the look of this stunning village belle...to be continued Hamlet53 ~13.2.15

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Many thanks to twinks for this song.. my choice entirely.. love A.R.Rahman.. other choice was sonu's dil from pardes...

waise Iam posting this from.. a hotel in Brighton beach UK.. my room over looks the pebble beach.. happy valentine...