PV OS - The Chosen One

The Chosen One

Yash was sitting down with his family and a family of strangers. As usual, Palak was on his lap. When he was around she never ventured very far from him and he didn't mind. She was the apple of his eye. He loved her most in the world and it was for her that he did this.

And the choice was not his. It was made by his beloved Vidhi Bhabhi. She was in his life for as long as he could remember. She was the daughter of their family lawyer and his father's closest friend. She was the same age as Pankaj and their marriage was not arranged as much as that everyone took for granted that they would eventually get married. It was a good thing, as they were madly in love with each other. They both wanted to become lawyers and were accepted into the Harvard school of Law. So they got married at 19 years of age and went to the USA together. When they came back they started at the family Law firm. Vidhi had two younger brothers but it was understood that Pankaj and Vidhi would take over the firm from her father.

He remembered his conversation with her before they left on their vacation. The conversation of his marriage came up yet again. His mother and Bhabhi were going through the pictures while he was working on his laptop, trying to ignore them.

"Look, Ma. This one is gorgeous. She is from Bauji's ancestral village. The granddaughter of grandfather's best childhood friend, Aww, look at the smile, those eyes and she has beautiful hair." She gushed

"Mmm I agree. She is quite beautiful. Ji, do you know the Khuranna's from the village?" his mother asked.

"Yes, they are possibly the richest people there, but the grandfather runs the family with an iron fist, so she will be a very traditional girl."

"Don't you think that it would be good for him, Bauji? All the girls he has been linked with were these modern, scantily clad, easy girls."

"Says the woman that is a part owner of a law firm and a practicing legal professional." said Yash.

"Hey, my wife may be modern, but she is not scantily clad." Said Pankaj with a wink to Vidhi, and the implication about the easy part made her blush. Yash thought that it was so cute that after 13 years of marriage and a lifetime of dating that they were still so in love.

"Please have a look Yash" she entreated.

"No. Bhabhi. I am not interested in marriage now. How many times must I tell you people that. But, when I am, you can choose the bride." he addressed Vidhi directly.

"Promise?" she asked, beaming.

"Promise." he affirmed.

"Then I can tell you now that this is the one. A traditional girl that will be a mom to my precious angel and a wonderful wife to you and bahu to my maji." She looked so excited.

"Bhabhi, you are Palaks mother, why does he need another?

"I know but for when I am not around."

"Not around?"

"Yes, you know I travel often for work."

"Ok, Bhabi, if you say so. And we will also be parents to the little one that you and Bhayia will create on your anniversary getaway." He winked. "So will you leave me now? I have agreed."

"Not a bad idea, Yash" grinned Pankaj. "And on that note we have to leave now otherwise we will not make our plane"

But they never made their plane. Just before they reached the Airport, a drunk driver slammed into the car killing both of them and their driver.

That was almost a year ago. And now he was fulfilling her wish by marrying the girl that she chose for him that day. And he hoped that she would be the mother to Palak the way Vidhi hoped.

That was going to be the ultimate deciding factor. How she treated his precious angel.

His future in laws had a big home and the engagement was a big affair with lots of entertainment. He met his in laws and chatted with them briefly. He could see that the elders, especially the grandfather looked disapprovingly at how Palak held on to him the whole time. His future wife on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. He wondered where she was as this was their engagement after all.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and dances came running into the party area. The lead dancer was the only one that was veiled and had her Pallu draped over her head. It was obvious why she was lead. She was exceptionally skilled at dancing. The song was fast paced and her body moved to the music rhythmically and sensually. Even in the dim lights he noticed her eyes. It was beautifully deep, almond shaped shiny orbs. At one point she lifted her skirt slightly and her saw her payal clad ankle.

He had his share of conquests, and they were less then platonic so he had seen much more of female anatomy than ankles. He was at a loss as to why he was so immensely attracted by this particular pair of ankles. As the song came to an end, she came to a halt right in front of him. Their gazes met and held, till someone pulled her away and the lights went back on. He saw one of her anklets lying in front of him. He picked it up and decided he would find out later who it belonged to.

Everyone was getting anxious as the bride to be was taking so long to make an appearance. Her aunt had finally gone to find her.

She came down the stairs eventually wearing a beautiful green sari. She was as gorgeous as his Bhabhi said. But she didn't look up. As she walked down stairs and her skirt lifted, he saw that she missed an anklet. He smiled inwardly.

Finally when they were introduced she had to look up. He would have known her by her eyes anyway. They were like almond shaped brown liquid pools that he wanted to drown in. She looked away, looked at Palak and smiled at her. As usual, Palak buried her head in his shoulder not smiling back.

Finally they had to exchange rings but Palak would not let go of Yash. She did not even want to go to her grandma.

"What is this?" said Aarti's grandfather angrily. Why is this child not disciplined?"

Immediately Yash's ire rose.

"She is not your child. My granddaughter will not be saddled with a daughter that is not even hers. That was not the agreement."

Yash was about to say something when he heard:

"It is fine Dadaji. She is just out of sorts because there are a lot of strangers. Here, we can manage."

She put her ring his hand between his fingers and then put her finger through it and put his ring on his finger.

"See", she looked at her grandfather with a smile. He was clearly still not happy.

The rituals were over and they sat opposite each other. He kept looking at her and eventually she came over.

"Can I sit?" She asked.

He nodded.

"What is your name Princess?" she asked.

She hid her face again.

"Sweetheart, tell the Aunty your name."

"No, I don't like her. I don't want her to come to our house. Only I am your special girl."

"Palak, that's not nice my angel."

"So your name is Palak? It's a pretty name just like you. You remind me of a girl in a story that my mom used to tell me before she left us to be with the stars. A very beautiful and very brave princess."

Palak looked at Yash and then at Aarti.

"Your mom went to be with the stars?" Palak asked softly.

"Yes, I miss her very much but she will always be in my heart." Aarti said swallowing her tears.

"I was so looking forward to come to your house to tell you stories, just like my mom told me. Can I tell you the story now?"

She shrugged.

Aarti started telling the story. Palak tried to resist but her interest was piqued. Without realising, she had moved away from his shoulder and was sitting up right listening intently to the story. She even smiled at the end when the princess overcame the wicked witch and ruled over all the land.

"So, did you like the story?"

She nodded

"But now I don't think I can come to your house and tell you stories because you don't like me."

She looked at her uncle.

He whispered in her ear.

"Chachu says he likes you. "She said softly.

She blushed but carried on,

"Only your chachu? But I can't tell him stories? And I can't paint his finger and toe nails and do his hair? So I guess I will have to stay at my own house."

She looked at her uncle again.

"And you know what? I really like to dance. Did you see all the little girls dancing? I taught them that. They are all my friends. And I don't want to go away and have no friends. So I will stay here."

"Your friends?" Palak asked.

"Yes. Do you want to meet them? I can take you to them if your chachu will be OK for a short while without you?"

She looked at Yash again.

"I'll be fine. You go. I will wait right here for you."

She got off his lap and went with Aarti to the room where the dance group had their own little party. She introduced Palak to them and she managed to smile at them but she didn't speak. She just held onto Aarti's hand and leaned into her side.

Finally Yash came to get them.

Yash picked up the tired Palak.

She called Aarti closer as they were on their way out.

"I do really like you. My mom also went to be with the stars." She hugged Aarti, unknowingly bringing them very close as their eyes met once again. His reflected gratitude and hers understanding. Palak finally settled her head his shoulder yawning.

He looked at Palak lovingly and back to her. She smiled and nodded.

**********

Aarti was so nervous. It was the first night at her in laws house. It was the Scindiya ancestral home for now. They would only leave for Mumbai in a couple of days. He carried her to the bedroom that was beautifully decorated. He came to a standstill in front of the dressing table and put her down.

"You look beautiful Mrs. Scindiya." He said softly from behind her, looking into the mirror. She dropped her eyes. He removed her pallu and started to take off her jewellery.

When he was finished he said:

"It's been a long day. Go have a bath and then you can get into bed."

She went to bath and changed into the white negligee and night gown that her mother had set aside for her as she had done with her wedding attire long before the occasion. It was pretty old fashioned but she wore it anyway. It made her feel close to her mother. She missed her so much today. She would have known it was her on the dance floor and she would have gotten such a scolding. She smiled to herself.

"You look like an angel" he said as she came out of the bathroom. "I hope you have a peaceful night's rest."

He walked past her to the bathroom.

Aarti got under the covers. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or insulted that she was told to go to sleep on her wedding night. The way he sometimes looked at confused her, though and the way that he spoke too. It was so soft and affectionate. Like her father spoke to her mother. They were very much in love until her mother passed away a few years ago because of breast cancer.

The moment she heard who her chosen groom was she was frantic. Who in India did not know Yash Scindiya. He was a socialite and dated the most beautiful women worldwide. The Khuranna's were wealthy but the Scindiya's had international concerns and were much wealthier than them. How was she supposed to live up to those girls? Those women? They were beautiful and sophisticated and she was a country bumpkin. And she had never even kissed a boy. She was from a very traditional family and went nowhere unchaperoned.

Her mother had made a wish on her deathbed that her father had to persuade dadaji to let her study in Mumbai. So her father told him her marriage prospects to an influential family like the Scindiyal's would improve if she was educated. Apparently he had always been an option because of her grandfather's friendship with his late grandfather.

Even there she had to follow strict rules. She was always accompanied by her cousins. They hated the idea at first but Amaan soon realised that there were always beautiful women where she went. She was a dancer and although she followed an academic curriculum, her first love was dancing and she chose that as one of her majors. She was taught to dance by Radha-ma. She had come back the village after husband and dance partner died of a heart attack. She started a dance school which Aarti joined when she was 10. In her early teens, with Radha-ma's guidance she was already winning competition after competition and did her own choreography. She also started to help Rahdha-ma teach the younger group.

Her cousin Mansi was her closet friend since she moved to Mumbai to study. Mansi had a hectic social life and she often felt guilty for leaving Aarti behind. But she didn't mind. She practiced her dancing. Besides she was acutely aware that if she messed up, she would be called home to get married.

She was married now, but at least she was educated. She was only 21 and he was 28. His pictures did not do him justice. He was so hot, as Mansi would say. Whenever she was in his presence she could hardly utter a word. She felt completely inadequate. But his family was nice. And she already loved the 4 year old Palak,

But he was right, she was extremely tired. It had been a long day. She wondered what life held in store for her with this gorgeous man that was totally out of her league.

A month later, Yash was lying in bed watching his beautiful sleeping wife. She was still extremely skittish around him. But she fit in superbly well with the rest of the family. He had been attracted to her from the first but he wanted to wait and see if she was sincere towards Palak. He knew of many wicked stepmother scenarios where the woman was only nice to the kids in front of the man that they wanted to impress. He was very protective over his princess. But as it turns out, his princess was the biggest obstacle to his time with his sweet wife. Aarti had turned into Palak's go to person and the first couple or weeks she even fell asleep with her often. Till he put her stop to it and demanded that she sleep in their bed at night.

He knew he was attracted to her but his feelings confused him until earlier this evening when he knew that he was irrevocably and deeply in love with her. He had been putting the final touches on a presentation when he felt her sort of hovering around after she put Palak to bed.

"Do you need anything Aartiji?"

"No."

"Ok?" he said and went on working.

"Yashji ..."

"Yes, Aartiji?"

"I was wondering ... I mean, I was thinking ... your parents are getting on in years."

He looked at her very confused.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. It's just Palak is still so little and they are her legal guardians, would it not be better ... could we not ask Ma and Bauji if we could adopt her ... if it's ok with you, I mean."

She astounded him. It was always what he wanted to do, but he wanted to wait to suggest it till she was comfortable with him now she had suggested it. He stared at her totally in awe. He was at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry. I am new to the family. I shouldn't have brought it up." she said and walked to the bathroom.

He didn't mean to make her feel like that, he was just overwhelmed by his feelings. And she always looked so nervous around him. He had no idea how she felt about him save that. When they were alone together, she would leave. They never had any real conversations, unless it was about Palak. He died each night sleeping next to her but he would not push her to take a step that she was not ready to make. And now he knew for sure she was sincere and that he loved her.

He waited till she came out of the bathroom. He had gotten a hold on his emotions by then.

"Aartiji, sorry about my reaction early. I was just shocked by what you said. When did you start thinking of the adoption."

"At the engagement. I know what it's like not to have a mom, but now at least I have Ma. And I love Palak, I want to be her mom. She needs a mother. And I just want to make sure that nothing can take that away from either of us. And even you. You have been a better father to her than most fathers I know."

"Aarti, you have no idea how happy you have made me. She means the world to me. And knowing you love her so much, I can't explain ..."

"So you agree?" she said excitedly.

"Absolutely."

She was so happy that she ran to him and hugged him.

"Thank you. I am so happy."

He hugged her back, "Me too" he said kissing her on the top of her head.

She moved away suddenly.

"Sorry."

"Why? I am your husband Aarti. Why are you always running away from me?"

"I don't do that."

"Yes, you do."

"I am tired. I'm going to bed."

"See, running away. Good night, Aarti."

It was his birthday a few weeks later and they had a family dinner. For his gift Palak and Aarti performed a dance for him on the song Chak Dum Dum. The whole family enjoyed the performance. Prateek and his girlfriend Paridhi were there as well. She went to put Palak to bed and then went to the room. He was already in his PJ's.

"Yashji, I did not know what to get for your birthday so ... well ..

She walked to her wardrobe and took out a wrapped gift.

He unwrapped it to find a beautiful framed sketch of Palak. The picture completely captured Palak's essence. She was smiling, like she had done before he parents past away and like she is smiling now that Aarti was in her life.

"Did you draw this?"

"Yes, I only found out about your birthday last week so I didn't have enough time to get painting supplies and do a painting so I did this sketch and Prateek had it framed for me. I thought you could keep it in your office. That is if you want to."

"It's amazing. I never realised you had so much talent. I love it. It's the best present I ever got. Thank you." he said still looking at the picture.

Then he looked up and said:

"Can I ask you for one more birthday gift?"

"Sure, I will oblige if I can." she said keeping her eyes down again

"I want you to dance for me. Only you. Like you danced at the engagement."

She looked at him shocked.

"You knew it was me."

He nodded and smiled.

He went to his bedside pedestal and took something out of the drawer. It was the payal she had lost the day of the engagement.

"I knew, not only by this, but also you have the most beautifully unforgettable eyes. Will you give me my gift, Mrs. Scindiya?"

She swallowed hard. Then she nodded. He went to sit on the bed.

She went to the portable sound system that she had with her always and selected a song. She started dancing. She was nervous at first though she was used to dancing for an audience, but never an audience of one. And one that made her feel so many things that she could not seem to decipher. But soon she forgot her nervousness as the music moved her. And finally the song ended and she came to a halt, she was breathing heavily and sweating as the song was extremely fast paced. She stood there finally becoming aware of him again. His eyes were like molten lava. The desire was unmistakable even to her inexperienced eyes.

He got up and walked to her and came to a stop in front of her.

"Wow, I have no words for that performance" his voice was hoarse.

She looked down again and swallowed hard. He lifted her chin and said.

"Can I thank you properly?" he said looking deeply into her eyes.

She nodded.

He brought his lips down on hers, softly sensually. She was at a loss of what to do. But she loved the feel of him so close and the taste of him. She imitated his actions and the kiss deepened as the held on tightly to each other. Her hands in his hair. His one hand was caressing her back and the other in her hair just above her nape. They only stopped so that they could catch their breath again.

"Thank you. I loved it."

"Pleasure" she whispered back trying to get out of his arms.

He held her.

"Soon there will be no more running. Very soon. You are my wife and will be so in every sense of the word. I am giving you time to get used to the idea. But I won't wait much longer, ok?"

She looked away again. And he let her go. She practically ran to the bathroom as he watched her with so much love that it would probably scared her if she saw. But he now knew that she was not averse to his attentions. So he was excited to start his planned seduction of his darling skittish wife.

It was 2 weeks later that Aarti was back at her village. She had come at the request of Rhada-ma. The dance school was hosting a Valentines show and she wanted Aarti to be there to participate as well as help with the preparations. It was the biggest show that she had planned and had sent invitations to various people that she knew in the dance fraternity. She had planned to stay there for 2 weeks to help Rhada-ma. When she tried to leave though, Palak would not let her go. She cried hysterically and clung to her. Finally Aarti could not see her so upset, so she asked the family if she could go with her to the village. They consented.

Now they were there and she was practising a dance with Palak as well and she too looked forward to the performance. She really enjoyed being back home and to be dancing again. Helping the kids, the choreography, getting the stage and lighting together. It felt like old times. But for one thing. She missed Yash so badly. Although he called every day, she let him talk mostly to Palak.

From the night of his birthday things changed. He never missed an opportunity to embrace and kiss her. Even in bed, he would pull her close and they would share some passionate kisses before he would say good night. She would try move away from him but her held her to him, so she wasn't even trying anymore and the kisses intensified and his hands started exploring her body. Yet, he was always the one to stop. She missed sleeping in his arms right now. She blushed even now, just thinking about their trysts.

"Aarti, why so deep in thought."

"No ... nothing Rhada-ma."

"Then why are you blushing?"

"I ... I am not blushing."

"Mmm, so how is married life?"

"Fine?"

"And the love life?"

"Rhada-ma!" Aarti exclaimed even more embarrassed now.

"Come now Aarti. You are a married woman now. And I think you are in love with your husband. I can see that look when he you speak to him on the phone."

"Am I that obvious?"

"To me yes. I was young and in love too once, you know. So answer the question."

"Ma, we haven't ... you know ... done anything yet."

"Oh? Why not? Don't you want to?"

"Yes." she felt shy and looked away again.

"I sense a but"

"I am too shy and he is being so patient with me. But when he kisses me, it's like my insides melt. My knees go weak, my heart races. Ma, I miss him so much. I even miss him when he goes to work just for the day. I can't wait to see him, but when he is around me I turn into a blubbering idiot. I can't talk properly, I can't stay in his presence. He says I keep running away."

"And do you?"

"Yes."

"You realise that you can't always run away."

"I know."

"Have you had time alone with him, like a honeymoon?"

"No, Palak won't let us go."

"Aarti, I know how much you love that child, but take it from me. You need time alone with your husband. It is imperative to your marriage. Palak has to understand that you don't love her any less because you want to spend time together."

"But ma."

"Aarti, I am a mother too. When my children were born, I neglected my husband and we went through a very bad patch for a long while till we somehow managed to work things out after a long time. And we made time for each other regularly. Luckily we had dancing, and we bonded with that, but some people are not so lucky."

"I will try Ma."

"And what are you going to do about your husband?'

"How do you mean?"

"Are you ready to consummate your marriage, Aarti?"

"Y ... Yes, I think so."

"Then you make the first move. Men love it when you do that."

"I could never do that Ma."

"Yes, you can. You can use your talent. Dance."

"Dance. He loves it when I dance for him."

"Then seduce him by dance."

"Ma?"

"I know you are sheltered and you were taught that to be chaste is a good virtue and it is, but when you are married, for your husband, you can be a wild wanton woman. Someone one wise told me that you should be a s**t in bed for your husband. It is not bad, it is not a sin. It is your way of sharing your love like it is meant to be shared. Heart, soul and body."

Aarti knew that Rhada-ma was right and she was feeling encouraged. She wanted to be his in every way. And she wanted to seduce him as Rhada ma said.

Yash could not stay away. He missed them so much. And he missed having Aarti in his arms at nigt. He was scared that she would regress now that she was away from him. Before she left, she was more comfortable with him. She didn't even move out of his arms after their make out sessions any more. But now she hardly spoke to him when he called. So he decided that he would surprise her and come to show and spend some time with her and Palak in the village.

She was surprised and happy to see him as was Palak. She was so excited about her first show. Rhada-ma had a little party for everyone afterwards and some of the kids were going to sleep over at her house. Aarti and Palak were also going to sleep over but since Yash was there, Aarti decided to take Rhada-ma's advice. It was tough to convince Palak to stay without her but Rhada-ma and the others helped.

Yash went to his in-laws house and had dinner. Then the men withdrew to a room for a chat and had a drink. But Yash was restless. He hadn't seen her since dinner. Palak had told him that they were sleeping at Rhada-ma's house but he had assumed that they would come home seeing as he was there now.

Eventually he pleaded tiredness and went to their room. She wasn't there either. He was getting immensely frustrated and was about to call her to find out where she was when there was a knock on the bedroom door. He opened. It was one of the servants.

"Sir, Aarti-madam said you must go to your house. The driver is waiting."

The door to their house was unlocked and he entered. There were flower petals leading up the stairs, leading to his room. He followed it with nervous excitement.

He opened the door to a candlelit room. She was standing at the dressing table with her back to him, looking at him in the mirror. Then the music started.

Aarti's heart was beating in her chest. She was so nervous. She had remembered that she had some trousseau at home that her cousins at Mansi's lead, gifted her. It was revealing lehenga's, sexy lingerie. Sleepwear as well as underwear. She had very little time to prepare everything, on top of preparing Palak with the news that she was not spending the night with her.

She chose a silver lehenga and matching jewels. She chose a veil and definitely payal again. She put a chair on the centre of the room as the idea was that he should sit on it while she danced around him.

She chose a slow and sensual song. And the more time drew near the more nervous she got. What if he didn't like it? All that kept her going was Rhada-ma's words.

When he opened the door, she looked at his face to see if she could sense his feeling to what was happening so far. He looked intrigued and he gave her a look that made her shiver as he looked her over in her attire.

She switched the music on and went to him. She took his hand and led him to the chair.

She started dancing. It was a sensual, almost lap dance cum striptease. As usual once she got into the dance she lost herself in it. Finally she came to a halt with her foot on his lap. At this point she was only wearing a very sexy red lace bra that just barely covered her nipples and long slung Brazilian cut panties.

She looked at him but he was statuesque and his expression was one of shock. She was not sure how to take it. She was not sure if she should move away or if she should go ahead with the seduction.

Just as she was about to move away, his hand reached for her foot, it moved from there, past her ankle, up her leg and came to rest on her bottom.

"And this, Aarti?"

She swallowed.

"Happy Valentine's Day." she said softly and she mustered the courage to kiss him. The first time that she initiated it. She moved her foot off his lap and straddled him, not removing her lips from his. She started to unbutton his shirt. Both his hands were on her bottom now, pressing her into him as the kiss deepened. She could feel his arousal against her and it spurred her on. She kissed his neck, nibbled his ears and shoulders as she pushed the shirt off him. She caressed his hard muscular chest with her hands loving the feel of him against her. She didn't even know when he released her bra, only aware that he removed it. Their torsos were completely skin on skin as they started kissing again. His hands in her hair and caressing her back at the same time.

He moved her away to take her nipples in his mouth and squeezed her breasts with his hands, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

He go up off the chair with her, as they were and carried her to the bed and lay her down.

"Are you sure about this Aarti?" he asked as he settled next to her.

"Very."

He started kissing again, his hand cupping her panties and then it moved inside, gasping as he encountered her moistness. He kissed and caressed her all the way down to where his hand had been. He removed her panties as his mouth came down on. She felt such immense pleasure and she moved into him with her hands in his hair, until she screamed in release.

Now he was sure she was ready and he removed his trousers and underwear. His entry was as gentle as he could manage, mindful of her untouched state. Still the pain that she felt as her barrier ripped to give way to him, was still evident in her expression and the scream that emitted from her lips.

He stayed still for a while.

"I know its painful now love. I am sorry, but once the pain is gone, I promise you it will be amazing."

She smiled and looked at him with so much trust. He kissed her again. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, and her cheeks. He went down to her neck and kissed and sucked at her nipples again, driving her wild. She was the one that moved first. She lifted into him and he heard the payal as her legs clamped around him. He started moving slowly, and slowly she started to respond as the pain eased and transitioned to pleasure. She demanded more and he moved to the pace that had been increased by her till she stopped and he carried on while wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body. And finally he could no longer hold back and moaned loudly as he released his seed and found his bliss in her.

They still lay panting in each other's arms, when she came back to reality. She felt shy and insecure again. She didn't know what comes after. Would he still respect her now that he knew how wanton she was? She couldn't even believe that she could be like that. She was out of control, moaning loudly, making demands, calling out his name. She closed her eyes and waited.

"Honey, that was amazing. I came to surprise you but I am the one that was surprised. Thank you, it was the very best gift you could have given me today or any other day."

She opened her eyes.

"Really Yashji. You are not just saying that."

"Baby, I have no words to describe how much this means to me and how much pleasure I got from our union. I know it was probably not as good for you because of the pain but I loved it."

"No, Yashji, the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. I never knew anything could feel so good. It's even better than dancing." she said.

He chuckled.

"Then I don't know if you will like my gift to you"

"Gift? For what?"

"Valentine's day, silly"

"Oh yes. But I don't need a gift. You gave me as much as I gave you."

"No honey, you gave me so much more. You won't understand how much what you did for me tonight meant."

"Ok, so what is my gift?"

"I don't have anything here, but I rented a space in the city and I am having it renovated into a dance studio. You can start teaching and dancing again."

"Really Yash. You will let me do that?"

"It's what you love most so yes."

"I love it but I love you most." the moment it left her mouth she regretted it. It was true but she didn't mean to say it. She didn't want him to feel obligated.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"You love me most?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it, please don't feel under any obligation to reciprocate."

"I am definitely not under any obligation. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to scare you. But I love you madly Mrs. Scindiya. It started the day I met you and it just grew from there. The sensual dancer, the shy maiden and the wonderful mother all rolled into one. And now I can add passionate lover to boot. I am a lucky man."

"You really love me. Then why have you never tried to ... do this?"

"Make love? I was waiting for you to be ready. I didn't realise that you were so ready, I wouldn't have waited."

"I thought that you might not want me because of your other girlfriends. They were so much prettier and more experienced than I am."

"More experienced yes. But you are more beautiful than anyone to me and experience does not matter in love. In your inexperience, you have given me the best and most memorable experience ever. I love you for that honey. And I love that I am your first. I wish that I could have been your first too."

"It doesn't matter. You are mine now and always."

"Now we have two celebrations this day, valentine's day and our first time. Tell me are you going to do this for me every Valentine's day?"

"I don't know. I don't want it to become predictable."

"I like the way you think. Now let's go and take a shower."

His wife's libido surprised him despite the pain, they made love for most of the night and she was a very fast learner in the art of love. Her body was supple because of her dance and this made the lovemaking very exciting and adventorous.

He was glad that she did not get pregnant after that encounter as he wanted her to himself a while longer and she could focus on her new career. The managed to get Palak to a space where she was ok with them needing space for themselves, and that did not stop even when they had their own children. Ansh was born 5 years later and Payal a year after that. However Palak and Aarti always shared a special bond. She inherited her mother's love of dance and became a champion dancer too.

Yash had sent Rhada-ma a big bouquet of flowers the day after Valentine's Day and every Valentine's Day after that. He was immensely grateful to her after Aarti told him how it turned out that he got lucky on that day Valentine's Day. Because his wife took her words to heart. She was a wonderful wife, mother, dancer, teacher and bahu and in the bedroom she was a wanton minx. And he loved every facet of her personality. She was truly the chosen one. His chosen one. He was sure his Bhabhi was happily smiling down from heaven with the knowledge that she was right about the one she had be his bride and mother to their daughter. The one that had become his lover, best friend and soulmate and the mother to all his children. She filled his Bhabhi;s shoes in every way, even being a beloved bahu to his parents. She was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern, still shy when he teased her and bold when she danced and in bed, assertive and loving as a mother and teacher. He could not have chosen any better if he had chosen himself. As the years progressed he only loved her more and knew she felt the same, even though he had to coax confessions out of her. But as much as she still found it difficult to say the words without blushing she showed him everything she did. She was truly his Chosen One.