Jashn-e-Mohabbat
She told him she worried about what he ate, how long he worked, and what time he got home, how "unregulated" his life was in Paris
He tried to tease her by arguing "I thought you loved Paris"
"THATS not the point" she looked up at him with solemn eyes, "Its a really cheap and underhand way to tell me to mind my own business" she whimpered
"I am not saying that" he hissed
She walked away towards a meadow in the lush 17th century park...
"II" he scaled the distance in seconds
"Unless u enjoy and look forward to being by yourself, I dont see the point" she looked up at him
"U think I look forward to being by myself?" he challenged
"Tum Delhi mein do mahiney bhi nahi tik te na?" she asked
"I havea company here" he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration
"Really? I did nt know" she smiled humorlessly
"Not funny II" he warned
" U dont like to be around people, you dont like getting close, you love your solitary life, and your work and your hikes and your mountain bikes" she listed
"I am here for work, two of my activities got cancelled" he reminded
"U cannot pin it on me I am sorry, I have a arrogant insecure, drill master for a boss so I have no social life" she blurted in a jealous rage
"So u think ur husband spends every minute away from you in some French mountain top" he hissed
"Or atleast chooses to spend every minute away from his wife" she lashed back
They walked in silence for the next 40 or so minutes
"I dont know if the doctors will let me come by again in the second or third trimester" she said clearly
"U will ofcourse try your best to visit" he mocked angrily
"Kyon karoon main... I LOVE India, nahi aaoongi main yaha" she cried
"Shhh" he soothed... "II" he hissed, as couples walked by gushing and cooing, unmindful of their lovers tiff
"Cant u come to India and be there for the next 8 months?"
"And then come back?" he asked horrified
How COULD he leave the baby and come back? Just impossible...
"iska matlab MUJHE akele bhej sakte ho waha?" she asked horrified
"I am not saying that" he cringed embarrassed
He WAS saying that, in fact he was THINKING that... as hellish as it was for him to be without her
He couldnt imagine leaving TWO people behind
A tiny human, that would look like her, full lips, forming words... too impatient to turn 1, somehow trying to talk the first day or week
Like her mother, she would have SO much to say
"Just so u know I am giving up paattu class, and I am giving up everything u will want me to do" she threw at him
He half smiled secretly
"U cant do that"
"Dekh lo... wohi hoga" she challenged, hands on her hips
"Stay a couple weeks?" he begged
"Onnoda aasai teerave teeradu (ur desire to keep me here will never end) I have to be here... bas"
"Sing for me" he groaned
She shook her head...
He lead her to a lake... and leaned on a tree arms folded across his chest
She began to sing
"Aao manaye jashne mohabbat
Jaam uthayen jaam ke baad"😳
She sang like she was born singing, the melody was in her every pore, he was startled how she didnt miss one beat,
modulating her voice into a husky baritone for Kishore's voice
She held a wild flower in her hand, she had picked up from the ground
She rolled the stem in her hand nervously, through the various lines, it wilted and bent... when she was done she looked up at him
"Will u sing one more? he asked
"Did u like the one I sang?" she demanded
He laughed... "Not very much" he said with that glint in his eyes
She lunged at him, punching he pinned her under the tree and kissed her
"II" he whispered on her lips when he was done
He bought her a sundae, and drove her around la Defense... the office was closed but he showed her, his building, and pointed to the floor
57th he said, drove her home after 5 PM
Rakshasan was taking a call, he ordered her to eat while in the elevator...
she nodded like a child
"Do u have ur tickets?" he asked gruffly
"Umm nahi... Dad bought open ended ones, unke paas hain"
Do u plan to pay him for the tickets" he asked silkily, picking another fight
"Why would u want to know?" she shot back
"Because the Iyer I married will not accept monetary favors" he said as the elevator slid to a halt
"I dont want to fight right now, I dont have any sassy reply in my head" she cursed
"So I win this round then?" he asked firmly
"I guess... save the gloat for after I am gone" she said gleefully
He pinned her on the door and kissed her again
They gasped and ached, seeking each other hungrily
The elevator sang, as it halted, a couple walked out, R&B let her go, she opened the door and went in
Ranjan was asleep on the couch, Manya was in the kitchen eating
"Did i love his bike?" she asked
II nodded
"Makarand thought ur Kannada was perfect"
Ii smiled and rolled her eyes
"Will you teach me?" Manya asked
II was stunned... Manya EXTENDING a olive branch?
AYYYO!!!!
REALLY?
DID U JUST ASK ME TO TEACH U KANNADA?
"Hey even talks about the food his Mom makes, do u know what they eat?" Manya asked
"Rice?" II asked her back
"U are an Iyer... so u must be familiar" You must teach me to cook rice" Manya nodded, smugly
RICE AND KANNADA?
SERIOUSLY?
II realized Manya never lost an opportunity to remind her, she was not a Punjabi😕
Well...
She wasnt alone, II reminded herself that daily...😭
She checked her phone, laying on the kitchen table
"Periappa is sick kanna" Akka had texted her, II froze
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Edited by Nisha0604 - 8 years ago
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