The song
Chapter: Sindoor
Every one was in a rush. Period.
The moohurat was 9am. The Panditji had called to inform them about today's auspicious moohurat, late at night. Leaving them not much of a window to arrange things for the pooja. Hence they all had decided to divide work among themselves, and yet.... Everyone was involved into each other's work....
They did always manage to look the Happy Family that they.... were? weren't?.....
"Raavi, Sheere mei Kesar dalna, accha dikhega" Dhara called out to Raavi, from the Angan.
While Dev yelled out to Shiva about getting the phul -Maala , something that he was supposed to do. But, bechara couldn't be helped, as Rishita wasn't answering his calls. The girl had run away, early in the morning, to give her project work to a colleague. And the Savage-Naari had still not returned.
Gautam was cross-checking the list, and realised that something major was missing. "Krish! Krish!" he frantically called out to his youngest brother, who.... Was busy sleeping?
Kicking him lightly Gautam almost swore, "Gadhede, moohurat nikal jayega.... Soo kaise sakta hai tu! Ja rikshaw bula ke la! Aur Sindoor bhi le ana. Kabse bola tha-"
"Gombi-Gombi ...." The drowsy person held his cellphone screen to his brother and replied "Itne kaise boodhe ho gaye aap? Are rikshaw ke lea mei kyu jou, Vo khud aayegi" he continued showing the location of arriving said rikshaw, "Aur Sindoor toh , Raavi bhabi subhe-subhe leke aaye hai. Unko mere chinta jo hai" giving a exaggerated smile he walked away. Making Gautam wonder what else had Raavi looked into, since Rishita was not home and Dhara was almost invalid.
Krish on the other hand walked into the kitchen, hoping to grab something his Raavi bhabi must have cooked. But the moment he stepped inside his Bhabi asked about the thing that everyone had reminded him to collect "Krish! Sindoor rakha na bag mei? Varna last min. bhagna padega. Vahi sabse important hai"
Rolling his eyes, and grabbing a freshly made Ladoo he inquired why Sindoor was something that all the Pandyas were concerned of, "Aur itna zyada Sindoor karna kya hai? Phirse Shiva se Shaadi karne ka irada hai kya...." He asked teasingly, refering to their wedding day.
Failing to hide her light blush, she shoved another Ladoo into his mouth and told him to get the Prashad , while she got ready.
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*-okay, let's imagine everything like the ep. happens here....(not gonna write it )
Raavi gets dresses and Suman asks her (or bloody commands, or whatever) to get Dhara.
And just like the promo, (or ep.) Suman makes sure that Dishwasher sits with Spineless2.0 Shiva on the bike.
Dhara then makes (Abala-Naari )Raavi sit with her in the Auto. N like that all the Pandyas somehow arriving at the location, n Rishita joins them there.
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Panditji, after the pooja asks everyone to place their palm/hand prints on the board, as the ritual goes.
Krish looks at the huge thal, filled with Red Sindoor (diluted, like for pooja's) and concluded that, there won't be any Sindoor being flung today. What? He didn't actually trust word of his family,....the could do anything! The were Fabulous Adhbhut in that respect...
Suman is the first to get her hand coverd in it,and leave her mark. Followed by Dhara and Gautam who place their hands beside each other's. Next Krish decided to jump the line and be the next one to put his print, right below his Maa's.
When it's DevTas turn , Dev puts his palm prints and Rishita being Rishita places her hands on either side of his. Somehow reminding herself that, she'll always be the one to hold them together.
Last ones left are Shiva and Raavi. Raavi had always observed how both the couples had different dynamics, somehow in her head , she and Shiva too had a different flex. Either of them would always be leading the other one. And yet they were always together, never apart.
But today when Shiva moved ahead, somehow something felt empty within her. She'd almost felt like, someone was clenching her heart hard. But, that couldn't be , right? All the way, from home ,no- Pandya Niwas, to the site location.... Suman had been her nasty self. Raavi seldom cursed, or thought bad of someone(except Shiva), but for the first time she'd thought of her Suman Kaaki as -Nasty and beyond border-line Vile.
The reminder that Shiva had once again Not stood by her, Nor taken a stand for her, Neither uttered a single word of protest..... just kept reminding her of him wanting this Divorce of theirs . The emptyness felt Painful and at the same time Rebellious .
She knew she had not much hope left, after him not pushing Disha away on their very first meet. But after a while of his tricks to rile her up getting repetitive, she'd felt hope flare inside her. She'd given him the benefit of doubt, and waited for him to make the move. How much more should/would she have worked on this(their marriage) to work. But probably it was all a Loosing Game, and they'd never find a way to break their bubbles and reach out for the other one.
Gautam and Dhara slightly nudge at her, looking up at them made her heart heavy heavily inside. Hadn't she always wanted this,... was it so hard to find love?. Was she so unlikable?
Burying her thoughts deeper inside she smiled at them slightly and proceed to dip her hands in the bright Red Sindoor.
As she walked the mear 4-5 steps towards the board, looking at His hand print.... All instances of theirs with Sindoor flashed back to her. Their Wedding, at Haveli, the Police chase, her Maayka....
Even with nothing reminiscent of Hope left inside her, her heart sent out a prayer to the gods. She'd been praying for this relationship to work for soo long, that she didn't even have to think twice before begging/praying/asking the gods.
But just as she closed her eyes, and was about to place her hands right above (overlapping) his.... Her trance broke,
"Aye, markundi gai! Kis hak se tu ja rahi hai vaha haat lagane? Tu toh Ex hone vali hai, Disha hogi! Disha -ja tu"
As soon as those word registered, her head instinctively but slowly turned around to see his reaction. For a moment she felt him wanting to Snap back at his mother, but she saw clearly how his resolve shifted and he bit his cheeks from inside. His habit, for whenever he wanted to stray away from a verbal battle.
But shs willed him to look at her, her face clearly not hiding the desperation.... And He Did. He looked at her, his face masking everything with a blank canvas, but his eyes filled with dread. And with every passing fraction of second,..... the dread reduced. He saw her desperation, her pleading, her pain, and - and the mirth that he had been carrying around returned, his lips almost raised into a slight smirk.
Her heart missed a beat.
She felt a sudden coldness freeze her, and her eyes turning hard. She saw his features shift more (trying hard to hide his smirk and smile, as he misunderstood her. He thought she'd make a spectacle of herself (like she'd been doing for the past few days) and...
"Uske paas kya dekh rahi hai, chal sarak meri Dishi ko haath lagane de" suman harped unnecessarily
There are only so many arrows a peron can survive, and fight against.
Her eyes never left his, as she asked him something that he should have said out aloud himself ,"Tu kuch nahi kahega."
A part of her mused how she hadn't questioned him. When he still did not reply (his smirk having died down, probably by her hollow voice)....
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The wet Sindoor dripped down her raised hands..... onto the ground, and down her wrist -leading a trail upto her elbows. She could've sworn she heard something already broken shatter. And once again she questioned herself, if that was even possible?
A voice almost feeble, she didn't recognise as hers asked again, " Shiva, kya tuze sachme kuch-"
"Aye kaagdi ke beti, kitne baar-" her mind drowned out the voice, as she registered once again how he looked down at his feet. This time she didn't try to read him, it was too obvious.
Then with a wild resolve, one that of a broken, hardened soul.... She jerked both her hands mid air. Making sure that the wet drops of it flew in the air to catch his attention fom his feet. Her bangles making a distinct heartless noise. She walked towards him, and somehow he took a step back.
Standing right in front of him, his light scent (of himself) enveloping her, his body heat almost radiating into her , she looked up into his dark eyes. He was everything that was hers, and yet she didn't have anything on him
Her voice still stuck somewhere, didn't come out as loud as she wanted it to be. It was almost a whisper, which was poles opposite, of how her being wanted it to be as loud and as thundering and as chaotic as her inner pain. "Tu apno ke lea ladh sakta hai, mere lea bhi.... Tu apno ke lea jaan de bhi sakta hai, mere lea bhi..... Tu apno ke lea duniya ke against stand le skta hai... Phir har Barra mere vakt he kyu teri bolti band ho jaati hai?". Her voice did not break into the sobs that wanted to consume her, as silet tears rolled down her cheeks.
His warm hand, just as instinctively cupped her cheek to wipe at her tears. But she did not lean into his touch today. "Us din Somnath ke mandir ke bahar, tune bike jala ke kaha tha - 'ke jis agni ne humara rishta bandha us rishte ko tu agni me Swaha karke khatam kar raha hai'. Aaj ye tera - tere naam ka Sindoor mei tuze vapas karke kahti hu- " ke maine bhi humare rishte ko khatam kar diya'" and with that she wiped her hands -Right from his cheeks , to his arms and finaly she placed both her palms on his chest (right above his heart) and pushed him away from her.
Probably it was true that his knees gave away, as she turned around and walked away.... Or probably she had just pushed him away, hard enough for him to fall down.....
But just like no-one else had heard what she said , no-one would know what had happened......
Edited by sapphir - 3 years ago
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