Dreams: A RiVanya/ArNi SS(updated on page 4,6,8) - Page 3

Originally posted by: Priyanshi_

Thank you for this surprise sis
As I always say your writing skills are second to none
How beautifully you visualized everything in your own manner, just how I would've expected ritik to think and feel in the same way.
Thank you again :)
And thanks to Foram too :)

Originally posted by: Kit_Kat

very beautiful OS yaar...why don't u write an ff🤔...
Keep writing more...its so beautiful...very well written and so heart felt❤️

Originally posted by: ramya06

Belated happy birthday to both of them!
And the os is just beautiful! Great job!

A Daydream comes true...

In his poem Ode to Psyche', poet John Keats has paid tribute to the Greco-Roman princess turned goddess Psyche, who got married to the god of Love, Eros or Cupid after facing and overcoming so much difficulties and trials. She is intensely loved by the Love god Cupid as she is pure, beautiful, innocent, sweet yet intelligent, fierce and loyal to her husband Love! The word Psyche translates into English as Soul'...and the soul is always loyal to the love. Such is the passion of loving someone that one could overcome death just to be with his/her beloved.

Back in Panchner, I was lost in the forest near my ancestral house and fell off the cliff. I had no hope to survive as I was hanging from a dry branch off the cliff. Suddenly there came the saviour, Shivanya who pulled me up from the claw of sure death. Since then we are stuck with each other whether we want or not. Otherwise why she cut her finger, people insulted and hurled abuse at her, my bas***d of a cousin brother misbehaved with her, I felt sharp pain, agony and undiluted rage against all of them. She saved my life in many instances, but by marrying me just to take up all my life threatening dangers upon herself, she forever keeps me in her debt. I was in love with her already, now she not only owns my heart, mind and soul, she possesses this life of mine too. Just like Psyche and Cupid/Eros (also like the soul and love) my whole being along with this life is for her, forever.

Pashmina dhaagon ke sang,

(With the hread of Pashmina)

Koi aaj, bune khwab,

(Someone is weaving dreams)

Aise kaise?

(All of the sudden, all this time, How?)

Vaadi mein gunje kahin?

(Around the valley, it echoes)

Naye saaz! yeh rawaab!

(The new tune! Of the Rawab!)

Aise kaise?

(How So?)

Pashmina dhaagon ke sang...

(With the thread of Pashmina)

She is still like a dream to me. Or rather a daydream! And by some miracle that has come true. Shivanya, she has such a charming aura around herself that everyone cannot help but get smitten by her. Her face is just like Devi! It has the perfect betel-nut shape with defined nose line and sharp cheek bones; which is framed with waist-long, lustrous black and bouncy hair. Two exquisite ears at either side of her face; adorned or unadorned; always seems to be curved out by a learned sculptor. Her two sets plump, luscious, red lips are delicate and curvy, as if drawn by an ace painter's confident brush-strokes. They become more desirable when they adorn her million watts smile, the one that reaches to her eyes. Her eyes! Two doe shaped, fishlike eyes of hers, are as deep as the ocean, as black as the bees yet as blue as the night sky could be. They are very delightful and charming, can hypnotize anyone with the promise of mystery and mirth they hold. They tell me stories every time I hold them with my eyes, promise me about exciting adventures and passionate persuasions. They time to time sparkle with mischief, joy and happiness; time to time get gloomy of reminder from unpleasant past; time to time become glassy with unspoken emotions and every time they convey the unfathomable yet a very well- known emotion- Love!!

Kaliyon ne badle abhi,

(The buds have changed)

Yeh mizaaz! Ehsaas!

(This Mood! Feelings!)

Aise kaise?

(All of the sudden?)

Palkon ne khole abhi,

(The eyes have opened)

Naye raaz! Jazbaat!

(New secrets! Emotions)

Aise kaise?

(All this time? How so?)

Pashmina dhaagon ke sang.

(With the thread of Pashmina.)

I am madly in love with my wife, Shivanya!! And finally I have confessed it to her. I fall in love with her, the moment I set my eyes over her, in that party. I may not realize it at the moment but as the time passed, I was confirmed. And final confirmation came when I watched her almost dying in fornt of eyes. We were at that old Shiva Temple, near Shivanya's house, near Panchner!! Shivanya, after marriage, time to time comes here, to worship and do darshan' the deity of the Temple, Lord Shiva, God of all gods. She is his biggest devotee, I have ever seen. Still she never asks me to accompany her to the temple, as if knowing my tiff with God. She used to sneak away to do her regular puja while I was asleep. But one day I caught her red handed as I followed her at night. She was surprised to see me with her, but was very happy. Her whole face was lit up the way I had never seen before. That day I promised her and also to God, that I would come to him always and pray and wish for Shivanya in all of my life. Just like Lord Shiva's wife did as Sati and then as Parvati. Like Goddess Parvati, I too only wish for Shivanya as my wife in my this life as well as I know she must be in my all previous births and next rebirths. So when from our return form the temple one night, she got bitten by a very venomous snake, I felt all my life was slowly slipping away from me.

That day I realize that actually it is Shivanya who is actually my life. In my chest, into the ribcage at the place of heart, it is Shivanya who is beating in a rhythmic notion as my heart. She is the soul, that gives me my identity, and to mind its rest. Until her entrance in my life, I was like a robot, heartless, mindless, soulless machine. There was no emotions, no disturbance. But with her comes Love and it churns my mind, heart and soul, makes me feel alive with all the joy, pleasure and ecstasy and dead as well with all the sadness, pain and agony which follow after. That day I desperately cried to God Shivanya believes and begged him for her life, my wife's life. And he listened to me...with timely treatment from Guruma, she was revived. My life slowly seeped into my body as my love of life slowly came back into the life.

Kaachchi hawa, kachcha dhuyaan,

(The soft young breeze, the gentle young smoke)

Ghul raha...

(Are coming together...)

Kachcha sa dil lamhe naye chun raha.

(The tender heart is plucking new moments for itself.)

Kachchi si dhoop, kachchi dagar phisal rahi...

(The delicious warmth of sunlight is leaving past the small point where we met...)

Koi khara chupke se keh raha.

(Someone's whispering that in ears as the new journey begins.)

Main saya banoon,

(I'll be the shadow when there'll be heat,)

Tere pichche chaloon,

(Otherwise I'll walk just as your shadow,)

Chaltaa rahoon...

(And will continue to do so...)

Pashmina dhaagon ke sang,

(With the thread of Pashmina,)

Koi aaj, bune khwab.

(Someone's weaving dreams.)

Aise kaise?

(All of the sudden, all this time, how so?)

It has been almost 3 months since we get married. All these time I only can think about Shivanya and the mystery she is. She is sometimes very cheery, chirpy and playful just like a little child, full of life and joy yet at the very next moment she turns into this icy, matured, reserved woman who keeps all of her thoughts to herself. In such small time she has won over all of my family and friends. Everyone just admires and adores her for her sweet, calm and caring nature. And my Mom!! She treats her like her own daughter. So much that she always takes up her side whenever we fight! Not that she and I fight very often but still the way my mother chooses her side over me every time makes me to get jealous of her!. Yet at a time a huge grin couldn't stop to form on my lips to see how two of the most important and favourite women of life get bonded so well.

I am very happy as we no longer feel awkward with each other like at the wedding night of ours. That day I offered Shivanya a way out from our marriage, as I knew she was forced into this. But she stays. We decides to be friend at least, the good one, with each other. And slowly our friendship starts to bloom, we get closer to each other more intensely, more swiftly one can imagine. Our jokes, sweet-sour nokjhoks and exchanges all become more meaningful and desirable by each passing seconds. She is like the sweetest and darkest intoxication for me; makes me feel heavy yet lightweight every time whenever she comes closer to me or I in my mind, in thoughts, go nearer her!! I never have thought that someone will have this effect, this hold over me that not only her presence but the very thought of her presence would make me go crazy...

Shabnam ke do katre yun he tehl rahe,

(The two pieces of fireflies are roaming,)

Shakhhon pe woh moti se khel rahe.

(Around the branches, they are playing like pearls.)

Befikre se ek duje mein khul rahe...

(Barring from the inhibitions they are opening up...)

Jab ho judaa khayalon mein mil rahe.

(Whenever they are separated they are mating in their thoughts.)

Khayalon mein yun,

(Like in their thoughts...)

Yeh guftgoo...

(They meet...)

Chalti rahe...

(And this continues...)

...

My Shivanya is perfect in every way. She has perfect proportionate figure, which would be envied by every women in this planet, desired by every damn men alive. Her tall, petite frame is perfectly complemented by her slender and long limbs. Her long geese like neck meets at the juncture of her slightly bend shoulders; from there her small of back has a long curve which finally ends at her slim waists; at her back side. And at front side; from her collar bone, her bronze-white tinted skin glides down by the cleavage of her wavy breasts, which has suddenly gone flat at her stomach. Her miles long, strong yet delicate hands and legs have equally slim, long artistic fingers and toe-fingers. In short she is like a long, romantic poetry of poet, comes into life; or a masterpiece of a talented painter, who becomes alive by some miraculous spell. She is hot and sexy by present day standards of men; she is gorgeous and magnificent in the eyes of beholders and breathtakingly, majestically and ethereally beautiful for me, for all eternity!

I was never a poet or painter, nor I can ever write songs over beauty of nature or nature's beautiful creations, nor I can see the blithe dance of them. Yet since the moment Shivanya comes into my life, I can appreciate all of these phenomena as if I am a real genius and lover of them. I now, can see Shivanya in everything, everywhere, such is the perfection of a creation named Shivanya, such, is her buzz, intoxication of her beauty.

Vaadi mein gunje kahin?

(Around the valleys, it echoes)

Naye saaz! Yeh rawab!

(The new tunes! The Rawab!)

Aise kaise?

(All of the sudden?)

Aise kaise?

(All the time? How so?)

Spending time with Shivanya is the greatest and biggest gift of God to me. Being able to love her, worship her seems the purpose of my life nowadays. And I wouldn't complain for a second as long as I am granted to be stayed with Shivanya in the same room! And sharing same bed with her although having pillow barriers between us, is like a boon in itself. I have confessed my love to her! I told her how helpless I am before her that I can only love her and love her more no matter how much angry I get on her sometimes. Yes, after 4 months of our marriage, we still have some boundaries between us. And we both respect that...though time to time I just wish to hold her closer to me tightly in my arms and kiss her senseless. So many times it happens when I have this urge to feel her all over and under myself, to keep her pinned in my embrace, to caress, stroke and taste her everywhere, make her mine in every sense. But then again, I look at in her eyes. There is friendship, respect, distance and very familiar but unacknowledged kind of emotion, that, I know with all my being is Love!!

Having Shivanya in my life is like a dream that has been destined to fulfil. Yet after my dream comes true, it stays away from me, just like a daydream which never can be caught with my hand. And this makes me irked sometime and sometime helpless but every time this cannot make me to love her, a little less and hate her a little bit, even for a moment. She is my most desirable daydream that becomes my reality now, just she is not for me to cherish. Still as long as she is with me, at arm-length distance, she makes my life bitter and sweet with tears and smile. She is the glowing, sweet longing that will always belong to my hearts!!

Originally posted by: _Meena_

nice