Fangirl Last Part
A/N- Hello everyone, here comes the end of little journey of Fangirl. Loads of thanks to Monisha Biswas for helping me write Bengali dialogs, she had been a great support. I wish to thank all my readers for taking time from their busy lives for going through the efforts of a beginner like me. Hope you liked the story do share your views. Also, I apologise for the delays my exams and Studies caused in the completion of the story. I know some requests from my friend "Aheli and Ishu" are left I have saved you ideas for the sequel which I wish to come up with post November and after I put an end to all existing works.
Love you all for the support
Regards
Barkha
(Harshita)
"NO ALCOHOL" Sanskaar instructed strictly to his family just before they were leaving. Ragini and Sujata glanced at him with shock, surprised and sadness spread over their faces.
"Why??" They quizzed with sad faces.
"Why? What why?? At Sangeet too you all did that stuff and pata NAHI what nots happened Abhi air nahi!!" He scolded
"What happened??" Sujata asked again. Colors from Sanskaar's face flew in no time. He by mistake said something which he shouldn't have.
"Woh .. woh.. my phone broke na..!!" He covered up quite agreeable.
"Okay.. okay, we will think about it"Sujata made a face as she thought of agreeing to his son's wish.
"Mom it's already too much." Sanskaar objected to his mother's unspoken yet prominent wish.
"Bhai!! C'mon" Laksh came out of blue with a bottle of booze and takila shot in his hand.
Before Sanskaar could protest, Laksh filled his mother with the booze. Ragini and Sujata smiled bright at this, after all Boozing and dancing were an important part of a wedding.
Ram was shocked he made Sanskaar immediately drink Lemonade and peppermint. Untill he gained enough senses his meat and dear ones were all embracced by booze. He nodded hopelessly and exhaled. He couldn't do anything else now.
Swara's Place-
She walked back home from the parlor. Dida removed the wrapping cloth from her chuda. They tied kalire( some hangings tied over the Chudda in Punjabi culture) over them . Dida then made her wear the delicate white mukut, with which she looked an unusual bride dressed up uniquely like both a Punjabi and Bengali beride. Dida put some kala tikka behind her ears and pecked her forehead. Swara then too blessings of her ansistors and god at the same time. She moved out of her apartment and found her scooter missing.
"Dad where is my scooter??" She quizzed.
"With Sanskaar" his dad shrugged his shoulders as he replied. She exhaled and sat in the car. In no time they reached the venue.
It was a beech peaceful and silent. The Beautiful evening was approaching the sky was multicoloured. She was taken inside the hotel as her family waited for Sanskaar's.
Time was extremely confusing for Swara. She couldn't understand weather to wait for Sanskaar her love or to spend time with her family. She was happy and sad at the same time. All her confusion flew away as she heard the sound of drums beating, fire crackers bursting and enthusiastic voices of familiar people. She ran to the window and saw Sanskaar coming. He lifted his sehra and tried to see through where Swara was but couldn't find his bride he was waiting to see and hold in hiis arms impatienly. He was caught by his Saalis. As soon as the milni was over Neha stood I front of him asking for neg to meet his bride. His brother negotiated the fee, while his Saalis was in no mood of compromise. After much discussion finally Sanskaar could enter. He was made to sit on the mandapand rituals began. Soon Swara was brought there.
Sujata stood there smiling seeing her son happy. While Dida, Neha, Hari, Shekhar- and Sharmishtha dripped tears, unable to decide whether or not to feel happy or sad. As the evening darkened in a couple of minutes, even the silvery moon and twinkling stars saw the holy fire uning the two souls in love. Her eyes turned watery as the red Vermillion began to mark her as his and the magalsuta was tied around her neck. Even she was perplexed, should she let her tears flow for being separated from her family or let her smile dance over her lips as today she will finally be relaxing in the arms of her beloved.
There was a beauty of confusion and sadness in happiness dripping from all faces. The vaccum created in hearts are filled by Love itself, his family promised to fill her vacums, while he stood there offering her his handkerchief, perhaps all he could do.
Her tears vanished when she saw her scooty decorated. She smiled and giggled. He held her hand and they took leave as she rode her scooty and he relieved their moments of the first meeting.
THE END
Cricket
Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan
Mangal Lakshmi
