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All the other members of the household had already left for the studio where the game show was to be recorded.
Kabir, along with Neha and Sankar, had left too thinking he needed to put his plans into action before Bihaan's arrival at the studio, so the only people left in the house were Bihaan and Thapki.
Bihaan had assured everyone he'd bring Thapki and everyone aware of his increasing concern for her health had deemed it best to let the two come to the studio alone.
Finally dressed, Thapki wandered down the stairs and headed to the temple to make her final prayers for Bihaan's victory.
"Bhagwaanji, you are the one who made mine and Bihaan's relationship. You are omnipresent and have no doubt seen how people have conspired to break us apart. Please do not let evil forces triumph. For this you know how important it is for Bihaan to be successful in his endeavour today. Please shower him with your blessings and grant him success. I know you will do whatever you deem fit for the two of us."
Thapki finished her prayer and glanced at her watch.
There was still ample time to get to the studio but it didn't hurt to go early.
Bihaan was outside getting the car ready.
As she headed her way outside too, her eyes were suddenly blinded by a bright flash of light.
Curious as to its source she gingerly opened her eyes and noticed that the sun's rays were brightly illuminating the idol of Murari and these rays were in turn being reflected off the glass of the gold fish bowl.
With a little smile Thapki remembered she hadn't fed the gold fish today.
She walked over to the table where the bowl was, picked up the packet of fish food and leaned over to sprinkle a few morsels in the tank.
Whilst bent over her mangalsutra dangled over the bowl and plonked slightly into the waters of the fish bowl.
The gold fish inside went into a frenzy, thrashing about the bowl at lightning speed. Thapki stood up straight in surprise and her hand automatically felt her slightly damp mangalsutra.
An overwhelming compulsion seemed to take over her as images of the person who had placed it around her neck flashed through her mind.
Uncontrollable urges seemed to take over and so she walked determinedly up the stairs.
In the meantime Bihaan came back into the house after having driven the car to the forecourt in preparation for their journey.
"Thapki, are you ready , we need to go?" He shouted to no response.
With a muttered complaint of how she was gonna make him late, he climbed up the stairs two at a time headed to her and Kabir's room.
He knocked loudly and called out her name to no avail.
Slightly alarmed now he starting calling out her name louder to be finally greeted by her voice coming from somewhere further down the corridor.
He walked down the corridor and turned round the corner only to be staggered to a standstill by what he saw.
Thapki, in a sexy lacy red negligee slashed to the hip, was poised provocatively in the door of their old room, lips a glossy red, long hair tossed to the side and one leg bend saucily against the door jamb revealing lovely expanses of creamy leg in the practiced manner of a femme fatale.
Heart pounding, Bihaan tried to gather his thoughts and say something but nothing came to mind.
He swallowed involuntarily, and his feet headed towards Thapki of their own volition.
Her name was a question mark on his lips."Thapki?"
He was mesmerised as her lips pouted to answer him with only a "Mmm Bihaan?"
"Ah..Thapki what is the meaning of this ?"
Thapki closed the remaining small gap between them her hips swishing sexily and grabbed his thin black tie pulling him by it into the bedroom they once shared.
"A wife dresses provocatively for her husband, what do you think is the meaning of all that, Bihaan Pandey?"
Thapki closed and locked the door behind them.
Bihaan stared at the room in amazement.
Thapki had transformed it into the way it had been on the night they had first consummated their marriage.
She had closed the drapes and the room would have been dark if it weren't for the scented candles placed strategically everywhere.
She had stripped the bed and replaced the multi coloured bedspread with the pristineness of the fine Egyptian cotton cover of that memorable night.
The whiteness of it contrasted sharply with the the red of the rose petals festooning the bed.
Images of the intimate moments he had spent with Thapki came flooding back.
Before they completely overwhelmed him he remembered the game show.
"Thapki we have to go to the game sh..."
"Shhh..."
She laid a delicate finger on his lips shushing him up.
She then stood on tippy toes and leaned forward replacing her finger with her lips.
After that Bihaan was gone.
His mind emptied of all thoughts except his Thapki as he responded with ardour as the longing he had for her for the duration of their separation consumed him.
He couldn't even remember his own name let alone some game show.
Kabir, along with Neha and Sankar, had left too thinking he needed to put his plans into action before Bihaan's arrival at the studio, so the only people left in the house were Bihaan and Thapki.
Bihaan had assured everyone he'd bring Thapki and everyone aware of his increasing concern for her health had deemed it best to let the two come to the studio alone.
Finally dressed, Thapki wandered down the stairs and headed to the temple to make her final prayers for Bihaan's victory.
"Bhagwaanji, you are the one who made mine and Bihaan's relationship. You are omnipresent and have no doubt seen how people have conspired to break us apart. Please do not let evil forces triumph. For this you know how important it is for Bihaan to be successful in his endeavour today. Please shower him with your blessings and grant him success. I know you will do whatever you deem fit for the two of us."
Thapki finished her prayer and glanced at her watch.
There was still ample time to get to the studio but it didn't hurt to go early.
Bihaan was outside getting the car ready.
As she headed her way outside too, her eyes were suddenly blinded by a bright flash of light.
Curious as to its source she gingerly opened her eyes and noticed that the sun's rays were brightly illuminating the idol of Murari and these rays were in turn being reflected off the glass of the gold fish bowl.
With a little smile Thapki remembered she hadn't fed the gold fish today.
She walked over to the table where the bowl was, picked up the packet of fish food and leaned over to sprinkle a few morsels in the tank.
Whilst bent over her mangalsutra dangled over the bowl and plonked slightly into the waters of the fish bowl.
The gold fish inside went into a frenzy, thrashing about the bowl at lightning speed. Thapki stood up straight in surprise and her hand automatically felt her slightly damp mangalsutra.
An overwhelming compulsion seemed to take over her as images of the person who had placed it around her neck flashed through her mind.
Uncontrollable urges seemed to take over and so she walked determinedly up the stairs.
In the meantime Bihaan came back into the house after having driven the car to the forecourt in preparation for their journey.
"Thapki, are you ready , we need to go?" He shouted to no response.
With a muttered complaint of how she was gonna make him late, he climbed up the stairs two at a time headed to her and Kabir's room.
He knocked loudly and called out her name to no avail.
Slightly alarmed now he starting calling out her name louder to be finally greeted by her voice coming from somewhere further down the corridor.
He walked down the corridor and turned round the corner only to be staggered to a standstill by what he saw.
Thapki, in a sexy lacy red negligee slashed to the hip, was poised provocatively in the door of their old room, lips a glossy red, long hair tossed to the side and one leg bend saucily against the door jamb revealing lovely expanses of creamy leg in the practiced manner of a femme fatale.
Heart pounding, Bihaan tried to gather his thoughts and say something but nothing came to mind.
He swallowed involuntarily, and his feet headed towards Thapki of their own volition.
Her name was a question mark on his lips."Thapki?"
He was mesmerised as her lips pouted to answer him with only a "Mmm Bihaan?"
"Ah..Thapki what is the meaning of this ?"
Thapki closed the remaining small gap between them her hips swishing sexily and grabbed his thin black tie pulling him by it into the bedroom they once shared.
"A wife dresses provocatively for her husband, what do you think is the meaning of all that, Bihaan Pandey?"
Thapki closed and locked the door behind them.
Bihaan stared at the room in amazement.
Thapki had transformed it into the way it had been on the night they had first consummated their marriage.
She had closed the drapes and the room would have been dark if it weren't for the scented candles placed strategically everywhere.
She had stripped the bed and replaced the multi coloured bedspread with the pristineness of the fine Egyptian cotton cover of that memorable night.
The whiteness of it contrasted sharply with the the red of the rose petals festooning the bed.
Images of the intimate moments he had spent with Thapki came flooding back.
Before they completely overwhelmed him he remembered the game show.
"Thapki we have to go to the game sh..."
"Shhh..."
She laid a delicate finger on his lips shushing him up.
She then stood on tippy toes and leaned forward replacing her finger with her lips.
After that Bihaan was gone.
His mind emptied of all thoughts except his Thapki as he responded with ardour as the longing he had for her for the duration of their separation consumed him.
He couldn't even remember his own name let alone some game show.
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