The Best of Things
(Ragya, Swasan) Fan Fiction Series +16
By Bubble
Chapter 57
"He's giving up smoking!" Swara stood stock still in the middle of the room, amazed. "Wah!" she said, wonderingly.
Sanskaar had come home a little later than Lakshya today. He had changed and was now pulling out his slippers. As always, the day's quick update and goss had been given minutes after coming in.
"How come?" she asked curiously.
"I don't know what the trigger was but I got the feeling..." he said, frowning slightly.
"Kya?" prompted Swara.
"That it was for Ragini. He's so full of admiration for her... the way she has transformed herself... her resolve to move in a new direction... mujhe laga he feels giving up smoking is a very small thing next to what she has undertaken."
"And he wants to do this for her!" finished Swara.
"Seems like it," said Sanskaar.
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Ragini was in the room, sitting on the ornate bench in front the mirror, taking off her bangles. Her husband had commanded her presence as soon as work was done, but he'd been caught himself in a prolonged (and very boring!) business chat with Adarsh bhaiyya.
The men had been sitting in the drawing room, and knowing his eyes had been on her, Ragini had come up the stairs slowly, teasing Lakshya with an extra sway of her hips and a sultry 'come-hither' look. And oh, he had noticed. Adarsh bhaiyya had surely lost his captive audience, she thought, a mischievous smile curving her lips.
The door opened. It seemed like the meeting had abruptly been cut short! She looked at him in the mirror as he shut the door shut, turned the lock and shot all the bolts home. She laughed.
Her hands went to her left earring to unfasten the screw. Lakshya came to sit astride on the bench and leaned forward to carefully remove the other himself. He reached to extricate the maang tika from her hair while she loosed the mangalsutra. He lost interest in the rest of her jewellery and slid closer to nip at her long graceful neck. She put a hand to his head, first as a caress. But then, when he wouldn't be distracted, she grabbed a handful of hair and tugged.
"I'm going to shower," she told him.
"Shower!" he exclaimed, as if he'd never heard of the concept. "You smell and taste divine - you don't need to shower!" he said persuasively.
"I've spent forty minutes in front of the stove making phulkas - I most certainly do!" she assured him sweetly.
He sighed.
She went to the cupboard and fidgeted for what seemed to him to be an annoyingly long time. Finally, he strode up to her, pulled out a towel, deposited it in her arms, marched her to bathroom door and pushed her in, ignoring her protesting squawks.
Over the sound of water, Ragini heard him sing. Curious, she turned the shower off, opened the door a fraction and listened.
"Aakhir tumhe aana hai... zara der lagegi...
Baarish ka bahana hai... zara der lagegi..."
He had taken off the counterpane that she was so obsessed with preserving. He was hollering now, spreadeagled on the bed, completely enjoying the situation that allowed this favourite from the 90s to be played out.
"Hum dard mohabat ka mita sakte hain lekin
Yeh rog puraana hai... zara der lagegi!"
She chuckled and waited for the next verse. It was even more appropriate.
"Yeh baat nahi woh ke mai aate hi suna doon
Seene se... haaye... seene se lagana hai... zara der lagegi!"
Laughing to herself, Ragini finished her bath, wrapped the large, fluffy navy blue towel around and found that she didn't have any fresh clothes at all. She peeped out of the bathroom - no use asking him to hand her anything... the balcony curtains were open but they were quite cut off from prying eyes by dense foliage. She stepped out gingerly, went to the cupboard and extracted a negligee.
It was taken out of her hands almost immediately. "What is the point of wearing anything that's going to be taken off you in precisely two minutes, Ragini?" he asked.
She was grabbed, taken up neatly over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and deposited roughly on the bed. He pulled close the curtains, switched off all the lights but for one discreet lampshade and sank on to the bed next to her. He looked down at her... tousled hair framing her face, the quick rise and fall of her creamy white shoulders... and a sparkling laugh in her eyes.
The edge of the towel was firmly tucked in, pushing up plump swell of orbs. He ran a finger along the cloth and reached the tuck. "I love unwrapping gifts, you know," he murmured and pulled it loose.
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For those who'd like a clearer explanation for what Lakshya was singing, from the 1992 film Yalgaar:
Aakhir tumhe aana hai... zara der lagegi...
Baarish ka bahana hai... zara der lagegi...
You will come eventually... though it might take a while
The showers are your excuse... so it might take a while
Hum dard mohabat ka mita sakte hain lekin
Yeh rog puraana hai... zara der lagegi!
Of course, I can alleviate this ache of love
But the fever is an old one... it might take a while!
Yeh baat nahi woh ke main aate hi suna doon
Seene se lagana hai... zara der lagegi!
This is not something to blurt out the minute I come in
It's a matter of an embrace... it might take a while!
Edited by soapbubble - 9 years ago
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