let's give it a chance || sandhir ff Part 17 UPDATED ON PAGE 49 - Page 30

Part 15

Randhir saw her fiddle with her saree , he had never seen her wear one , no wonder she looked mesmerising in it , he couldn't let her wear a saree in this gushing cold weather, he couldn't see her fall ill . He had never questioned her dressing sense but , he knew the sudden change was all because of his aunt's words .

"Are you insane Sanyukta? You want to go out dressed in this?"

"What's wrong in it ? Is it revealing or something?"

She asked surprised.

"No you idiot ,Do you even realise the temperature is just 15, you want to step out like this, it's darn cold , you might fall ill."

"Relax Randhir I just want to show everyone that you didn't marry a bimbo and I can wear this stuff as well "

She replied fixing the last drape of her saree.

"How do I look? "

She asked him ,twirling around .

"You look beautiful as always Sanyukta but are you sure about it "

"Positive Randhir"

"Okay".

He agreed knowing how adamant his wife is.

Sanyukta was draped in a velvet blue saree , her hair let loose in soft curls , her black and golden blouse glittered underneath her saree , black danglers hung across her neck , her silhouette was slipped into nude high heel pumps. The past year had made her good with the heels, even though she didn't need it , she was tall enough , while Randhir too was dressed in a velvet blue coat and black pants ,a golden pocket square in his suit pocket and his faux leather boots created a dashing statement altogether . They didn't buy the outfits together or packed them on purpose,it was all accidental and it was enough for everyone to envy them.

Just after they had lunch Sanyukta's mother had asked them to get dressed as they all were supposed to attend Sanyukta's cousin's wedding.

Randhir and Sanyukta had to drive all the way up to the wedding hall as their parents had already ditched them, Randhir turned up the heat and it was all warm and cosy for the one hour drive , which initially took them two hours because Delhi traffic , they reached the venue even though they were both jet lagged, still he stepped out and opened the door for her in a chivalrous manner, as soon as she stepped outside, the cold wind hit her hard. Randhir slid his arm across her waist and an instant warm feeling engulfed her, she looked at him all content. She couldn't complain either .

It was the same Indian big fat wedding with great pomp and show . Girls were dressed in bikini blouses and had their faces stuffed with makeup, the cold didn't seem to bother them , while the boys ogled them as their prey . Both Randhir and Sanyukta cringed at the mere scene in front of them ,they never liked the concept of Indian weddings . Subconsciously she moved towards his side and he tightened his grip,this is what they shared , something way beyond telepathy.

Soon enough they got surrounded by their relatives who as obvious started to ask them personal question, they tried to not roll their eyes on the stupid questions. These were the same relatives who had always tried to intrude in their lives and they continued to do the same till now , this frustrated them both.

The waiter offered them some hard drinks , Randhir picked up the glass but Sanyukta was reluctant to hold the glass ,it wasn't that she couldn't handle it ,she didn't want to give a chance to their relatives to speak ill about her . Randhir nudged her and asked her to pick up the glass as he knew she was cold inside , no matter what she did to hold her facade ,even after the centrally heated hall and the crowd that surrounded them she had goosebumps and Randhir had noticed it . When she didn't budge Randhir picked up the glass and handed it over to her.

"It's India Randhir and I'm sure our relatives are not cool enough to see females drinking "

Randhir gave her a glare ,which was enough for her to shut her mouth, she knew it was useless for her to argue anymore, and moreover she knew the reason why he was forcing her to have a glass of wine .

She took a sip of the liquid and a shot of warmth went down her throat. She thanked Randhir for giving the glass to her ,she indeed felt cold , she was the type of person to pile on clothes during winters to keep herself warm and technically the clothes she was wearing right now were nowhere near to warm. Indians still consider it immoral if a girl consumes alcohol, no matter what a girl does it's totally her choice not the society's and Randhir knew it quite well ,to him his wife was more important than the society.

She got so many weird stares from all around but Randhir still had his rock solid grip on her waist which gave her some unknown strength. His grip was firm yet soft on her skin ,he didn't hurt her a bit, they were soon bored . Sanyukta's mother called her to pick up the gifts from the table , next to the bride as it was required to perform some rituals. Randhir went along with her ,never leaving her side ,she climbed up the stage and picked up the gifts from the table and moved towards the bride's room , she tried to walk properly with almost 10 kg weighing gifts both in her hands , she was struggling, but still didn't give them to Randir as it was her job to do , her heel got stuck in the drape of her saree ,and to her shock the pleats opened up , she cursed under her breath and thanked God that no one was around , but to her luck she heard footsteps approaching them , she looked around and bride's room was still far away she pulled Randhir by his collar and he literally crashed the gifts between them , he gave her a confused look, but didn't back off , he knew something was wrong he could read her face .

"Randhir please put your hands around my waist " he followed along but his face did state his confusion.

"What's wrong Sanyukta?" He asked her almost whispered to her .

"My saree Randhir "

He looked at what had gone wrong ,he moved more close to her. No matter how hard he tried to stop laughing, he couldn't and all got from Sanyukta was furious glare .

It was Randhir's Cousin who walked past them and gave him a wink . Randhir smiled back at him and as soon as he left Sanyukta stomped on Randhir's foot.

"Now what was that for?"

"For laughing at me and as well as returning him that mischievous smile"

"You know you are insane. Now give these gifts to me and fix your saree"

"How am I supposed to do it so fast , it took me an hour to do it"

She told him in a sad voice.

"And what else can we do now?"

"Do you know how to fix it?" She asked with all her hope .

"I'm not sure but I can try, may I?" How could he deny her

"Do we have a choice here?"

He got on his knees and started pleating the saree , he nearly folded all the pleats one after the another and tucked it inside her skirt , sending shivers down her spine and making her legs turn jelly , a single touch generated fireworks with in them. They shared an eye lock but soon reality dawned upon Sanyukta as the weight was getting unbearable for her.

"Now if you are done with, I will do it and all ,hand it over to me now ."

She knew she couldn't risk carrying them on her own anymore,she handed it over to him . They placed the gifts inside the room . Randhir insisted that they could stay in there for a while as no one enjoyed the company of so so many people around. They lied down on the bed and turned on the TV. After a huge quarrel of what to watch they stopped on best of friends. Something they both could watch without the other getting bored . Two episodes later they were fast asleep but the sound of the door getting locked woke them up .

Cliff hanger... I'm really mean stay tuned to know what happens next . I know I haven't been regular n I might even lose readers caz of this but I hardly could make out any time for anything n I really miss writing,hope you still remember me n thank you so much for still bearing me , it's a promise that I will be regular from now on thank you so much guys for loving this story n for yours comments they always inspire me to write ...Lots of love

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Part 16

They woke up with a jolt , the shock of the door getting locked wasn't something new for them it felt like dj vu but what came to them as a shock was, their compromising position , Sanyukta was clinging onto Randhir while Randhir had his arm snaked around her bare waist .

Her curls were all over his face . They jolted up immediately and walked rather stumbled towards the door and to their dismay the door was actually locked.

They look at each other and burst out laughing.

"This can't happen again" Sanyukta uttered still in fits of laughter.

"How are we going to get out of here now?"

" There might be a window or something " replied Sanyukta calmly .

"You sure you can climb down a window wearing a saree "

She smiled cunningly at him , lifted up her saree a bit and her jeans came into his view . He looked at her and started laughing.

"This is Sanyukta being Sanyukta"

"It is cold okay."

"Yes, it sure is ,now come on we need to leave "

Randhir opened the window and the cold air hit them hard . Startled by the cold Sanyukta shut the window immediately .

"I'm not going to step out in this cold weather."

When Sanyukta didn't budge Randhir opened the window and picked her up . He stepped out of the window landing onto the shed just below it , Sanyukta was passing draggers at him but still sticking onto him like second skin. He easily climbed down the pipe carrying her weight as if it was nothing but air . Easily he was on the ground ,with her in his arms ,he tucked few strands of her hair behind her ear and smoothened their attire so that they look more presentable then they did right now.

He dragged her into the hall with him , Sanyukta was pissed beyond limits and Randhir knew he couldn't do anything to make her feel better . Sanyukta suddenly felt uneasy and nausea hit her hard , she ran away to the restroom in a jiffy and puked everything out .Randhir rushed after her and held her by her shoulders keeping her steady and holding her hair in place . Indians being Indian said the next thing that came into their mind seeing a girl puke .

"Is Sanyukta pregnant ?"

The first thing that came out of her relatives mouth in a hushed tones as if it was a sin to commit . This is Indian mentality , marriage should be your main aim in life , then you must have at least two kids , else who would inherit whatever you earn and on the top of it for them it should take place in the 1st year of marriage, not to forget love marriages are a big no . In short in India marriages are a like license to have physical relationships with a complete stranger, especially when you are a girl.

"Even if she is pregnant, it's not any of your concern" His tone was harsh , Sanyukta didn't eat all morning and the first thing she had was a glass of wine ,he cursed under his breath as he was the one who forced her to drink and now she was in this condition, her face was pale and she looked too sick .

The party was intoxicating and more than a tiring affair for them as they were already jet lagged and Sanyukta's condition didn't help either

Randhir asked Sanyukta if she wanted to leave , she agreed with a nod , she still wasn't talking to him .

Randhir opened the door for her like a gentleman, she slipped inside and blushed slightly. She knew Randhir was a perfect husband material but the only thing that separated them was , why did he leave her on her own for a whole year , and that too, on the very next day of their marriage.

Randhir turned on the radio , the weather was all gloomy when he had started driving almost half an hour ago , and now it was raining badly , there was water on the roads already , Delhi roads are not your friends when it comes to rainstorms. He turned on the radio and some romantic songs were being played , he shuffled though a few channels when Sanyukta stopped him on one . It was her favourite song "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai " a hit Bollywood romantic song, that too from Srk's movie . She hummed the tune side by side and suddenly the car came to a stop.

"Don't tell me that the car just broke down ?"

"Even though I want the same thing Sanyukta but it just did , I will see if I can fix this "

He got out and lifted the bonnet and the engine gave out all but smoke . He tried to touch it but it was way too hot to even bring your hand near it. He gently closed the bonnet and asked Sanyukta if she could walk home . She agreed instantly as it would hardly take them 15 minutes from here . The rain was pouring badly . Randhir parked and locked the car and they started walking, Sanyukta was way too cold and her dress was turning sheer from the poring water , Randhir removed his blazer and covered her frame with it , even though she was reluctant, he forced her to wear it and they started walking hand in hand . By the time they reached back home they were completely drenched . Randhir asked her to get changed as he could always do it later but Sanyukta told him it was okay if they changed in the same room as they already had their weird encounters in the past. Randhir quickly slipped into his trousers and sweatshirt and Sanyukta too borrowed his sweatshirt as she was tired enough to open her suitcase and search for her clothes and she couldn't ask him to do that for her as he had already mocked her enough in the morning on the choice of her inner wear. She had always loved wearing his hoodies as they smelled like him and were magically warm .

She couldn't deny she loved wearing them , 10 days before their wedding Sanyukta was supposed to stay at Randhir's parents apartment and she was dripping wet when she had reached his apartment . She couldn't even go back as Parth had literally dragged her there in his open Jeep ,the reason why she was dripping wet . Randhir had offered her his trousers and sweats that night and she had loved the feel of them , they were so cozy and filled with his smell.

"I am going to cook , some food for you, rest here by the time I come back"

Randhir broke her day dream of their beautiful past.

"I'm not hungry and secondly I don't trust your cooking skills"

"For you to know I was the one who cooked food this past year on his own and I may not be as good as you but I still can cook and you will eat it no matter what".

He came back into the room with a bowl of broken wheat cooked in milk and sugar ( daliya) .

She made a face on seeing his choice of food but she still didn't say anything as she knew it was healthy and she needed it right now but she still didn't budge and take the bowl from his hands .

"Oh god Sanyukta you are such a kid open your mouth and thank God I'm spoon feeding you".

Part 17

Randhir forced Sanyukta to eat the whole bowl of porridge ,much to her dismay.

"I hate you"

"Shut up Sanyukta, you made me eat this whole thing with you and this is how you react , childish much , I'm very hurt"

He looked at her feigning hurt.

"Clearly I act better than you Mr.Husband"

He was spell bound for a moment, but he didn't let her see through his facade and left to wash the dishes. He could not tell her now ,why he just ,vanished from her life, he could have got her back by just telling her the truth but he wanted to win his girl back and such little things meant world to him. He was just finished with his chores when he heard her scream .

He ran up stairs only to find her curled up in a blanket , her face horror struck . He rushed towards her and sat by her side.

"What's wrong Sanyukta?"

He couldn't spot a single reason of her fright , and the Sanyukta he knows is not afraid of anything.She moved into him, she was almost in his lap.

"There is a snake on that tree outside our window"

Randhir face palmed himself ,and looked at Sanyukta in amusement. He was taken aback that out of all the things Sanyukta was scared of this.He hugged her , and soon enough she started to relax.

"Why are you afraid of snakes Sanyukta?"

"I don't know Randhir, i was always scared of them"

"No particular reason at all?"

"Nope"

"Look it's gone , you don't have to be afraid anymore"

She looked outside to find the tree empty, for her it was like she had seen a ghost evacuate a house.She looked at him, they were so close , no matter how much she liked it this way , she couldn't give in this easily to him,she didn't even know if he wanted them together just yet.

She got off the bed to brush her hair , which were a mess by now. There was awkwardness in the air. Randhir too got up , and tripped over the edge of the bed , and Sanyukta erupted into fits of laughter.

He made a face and started unpacking his clothes. It was 1o'clock by the time he finished his work . He looked over at Sanyukta and she was snoring softly, with her mouth ajar . He covered her frame with a duvet and slipped in the bed himself.

Sanyukta woke up with a pounding head , she looked to the other side of bed to find it empty. She heard the shower turn on , she immediately got off the bed to unpack her , stuff before Randhir comes back inside the room to poke his nose into her stuff. The headache was killing her but she managed to fold the stuff and make piles of her clothes on the bed somehow. But she couldn't take it anymore , she fell on the bed with a thud .

Randhir heard the noise from the room , he turned off the shower and wrapped himself in the towel . He ran out into the room to find Sanyukta lying on the bed clutching her forehead.

"Are you okay Sanyukta?"

He rushed towards her.

"Do you have migraine Sanyukta?"

"Are you taking any medicines ?"

He burst into a series of questions.

"Yes ,it's in the first aid box in my bag "

She mumbled in response and Randhir instantly started searching for the medicines in her bag . He emptied her whole bag on the bed . To his victory he finally got hold of her medicine .

She took the medicine and closed her eyes. Randhir took her head in his lap and started massaging her forehead with a balm .

"Randhir I'm better now , it's been a whole hour ,let me get up , i need to organise my stuff "

She pointed towards the mess he had created earlier.

"No , you are not going to do it . I will arrange your stuff"

"So that you can mock me afterwards, on my choices"

She said with a fake accent making him chuckle.

"I promise not to mock you , now shall i ?"

"Okay but at least wear some clothes before you do that"

She said while covering her face with the duvet , smirking at him.

He put her clothes inside the wardrobe neatly and put her other stuff into the drawers.

She still lay on the bed with her eyes closed. After he finished packing he asked her if she wanted something to eat and she agreed. He left to get them something to eat. Sanyukta's mother was definitely in the kitchen cooking, Randhir could smell the delicious smell coming from the kitchen .

"Good morning mom"

"Good morning Randhir, hope you guys got enough rest and how is Sanyukta?"

She kept mixing whatever was inside the wok , and looked at him with all the motherly love .

"Sanyukta is fine now, she had a migraine this morning,but it reduced after the medicine"

"Poor soul , she always gets migraine after she gets off a flight "

"Don't worry, i will make her some coffee and she will be good to go"

"Randhir your breakfast is already ready"

She looked at the tray that lay on the table beside her.

"And the coffee is in the coffee machine"

"I will take it from here then"

"I will get it for you , both of you , or i will ask the maid to get it to your room"

"No mom , i will take it with me"

Sanyukta's mother was always proud of him, these small gestures from Randhir had already won her heart long back . She simply smiled at his retreating figure .

It was during one such day , Randhir was their to visit Sanyukta and no one except her mother was home , when she had opened the door for him to enter , she had slipped and sprained her ankle . Randhir had applied ointment and massaged her foot . He had then tied it with crepe bandage to avoid moment. That was one moment , which made Sanyukta's mother treat him like his own son and she was sure , Randhir was a keeper.

He kept the tray on the bedside and found Sanyukta shouting from inside the washroom.

"Where the hell did you keep my supplies?"

"Which supplies are you talking about Sanyukta?"

"My sanitary napkins Randhir"

She sighed frustrated.

"Inside your wardrobe. Where else was I supposed to keep them?"

"You don't keep Sanitary napkins in the wardrobe Randhir"

"How would i know?"

He said with a confused face.

She was glad he did not get all paranoid on the name of periods, like any Indian would . For Indians periods are all but hush hush. You can't speak about them in public , like not every girl on earth has to go through it. It's hard to believe but people here still cringe on the name of periods.

"Can you hand it over to me?"

"Yeah wait i will get it"

"Breakfast is getting cold, get dressed fast"

She instantly got dressed once she heard , breakfast was ready , breakfast meant coffee and right now she needed her daily dose of caffeine. She knew she might get pain in her abdomen if she drinks coffee on her first day but she couldn't skip it either .

Meanwhile Randhir folded the blankets and sorted the room. He was all but worried when she came back into the room.

"Are you okay ?"

"Yes I am fine Randhir"

"You don't have pain in your abdomen or back right ?"

" No not right now"

She smiled looking at him , he had genuine concern in his eyes. She couldn't understand, why such an amazing person will leave her like this.

Randhir's phone rang it was an unknown number , he basically ignored it , till it rang again and he answered the call this time, but the voice on the other hand gave him all but goosebumps.