The Best of Things
(Ragya, Swasan) Fan Fiction Series +16
By Bubble
Chapter 71
Ragini smoothed and folded her wedding outfit. Lakshya was in the shower, singing loudly. They had gone down for breakfast earlier and she was now tidying their things which had become strewn last night.
These 24 hours, this day and this night that had just gone past, had been the most momentous of her life, and the most wonderful! To have Lakshya's love, freely given, was a prize that she had not dared dream of in recent months.
She caressed the lehenga and looked down at it, remembering. Was it only yesterday that Swara and she had been shopping for a wedding joda in Haridwar? Swara had tried to interest her in box after box of lehengas but she had been so lost in thought, trying to figure what Lakshya's behaviour had meant. What was he thinking, feeling? Did he think she had been blackmailing him into greater commitment? How to convince him that that was not the case! Was he just trying to placate her, or was he himself wanting to commit to her afresh... give their relationship a deeper dimension...? But whatever the reason was, one thing stood out clearly: he was not letting her go.
He had called Swara while they were at the shop... and declined to speak to her! He had no more words to give her... but he had been willing her, earnestly willing her, to listen to his actions.
Then Ragini had caught sight of this joda. With a sudden quickening of interest, she had gone into the trial room to try it on. She had looked at the perfect fit, and the bold non-existence of a back in the mirror and smiled. Lakshya would love me in this! she had thought, and then she had frozen. Lakshya loves me!
He seemed unable to tell her so - perhaps he hadn't put it into those words himself - but in the face of the intensity coming from him, his actions... During that last phone call, the plea in his silence had been so potent, her need for words fell away. Oh, she would coax them out later, she thought, but for now this knowledge, this certainty would do. She had gone out and told Swara that she had made up her mind.
He emerged now from the bathroom, still humming. Smiling, she tucked the folds of the ghagra in and shut the box.
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Swara closed the car door and looked around expectantly. They had flown out of Dehradun this morning and just arrived in Varanasi. She was particularly excited to be staying in Dida's house. It was an old fashioned courtyard and had four families staying in various portions; Dida had kept one wing for herself. Sanskaar was extricating the bags from the car. Giridhar, a young tenant of Dida's, was standing by to help and guide them to Dida's doorstep.
"My God, kya hai isme, Swara?!" Sanskaar asked, huffing slightly. That was the bag that contained the pickles from Haridwar and just a "few more items". Swara bit her lip. Because they sent off Ragini and Lakshya in a hurry, she was also carrying Ragini's share of the shopping and their baggage had miraculously expanded to one and a half times of what they had set out with. And now that they were in Benaras, she was going to buy something for everyone at home and there would be more still! As he carried the bags in, Sanskaar threw her an exasperated glare and Swara looked guiltier still.
Dida greeted them in joyous welcome, so happy to have her Shona and her son-in-law visit her. The haveli was in Bangali Tola, an area that once housed thousands of Bengalis, and Swara and Sanskaar looked around with great interest at this ancient city.
They freshened up, had lunch, and Swara spent the next couple of hours chatting non-stop with her grandmother, while Sanskaar flipped through many magazines. The evening, of course, was dedicated to many activities they had planned.
Around five, Swara went to change. Sanskaar glanced at his watch. "Chalo, Swara... kitni der lagaogi?"
"Aa rahi hoon, Sanskaar - just ten minutes..." she yelled, as she rummaged in her suitcase for clothes.
"You knew we had to leave... aadhe ghante se intezaar kar raha hoon tumhara!" he said.
"Accha, don't be angry..." she cajoled, when they were in the cycle rickshaw twenty minutes later, "I was telling Dida about so many things, including Ragini... talking to her is also important, right?"
"You've been talking to her all day... I've just been hanging around, feeling silly!" he muttered.
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