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Hello dearies,
I am back with an early and looong update, as a reward for all the beautiful and encouraging comments. I am trying to reply to all those who comment on a regular basis now, so please do comment, I will be taking requests for what you want to read and add you to buddy list for PMs. So, hopefully this is enough motivation to comment?
Another surprise - This update involves the title track - hope you like it.
Please imagine the song :
' Aankhon ki Gustakhiyaan' from movie ' Hum Dil de chuke sanam' where I have penned it.
So, here it goes:
AAnkhon ki Gustakhiyaan - Season IV - The Wedding
Part 4
Gauri was really looking forward to this:
A wedding, her wedding! She had dreamed of this all her life, ever since she was a little girl, selling mata's chunri outside the temple. She would watch all newly-weds come to seek blessings at the temple. Having grown up all alone, she always longed for a companion who she could call her own, like her Parvati Ma had her Shankarji.
And today, was the start of that formal union for her and her Nandi bail. Yes, she had married him before, around the fire, in the presence of her Shankarji and many others, she did not regret it at all, but the feelings involved were circumstantial. Now, she wanted him to accept her truly, willfully, and out of love, as it should be. She was on cloud nine and looking forward to all her life before her, with him.
Everyone in the household had cornered her one evening and interrogated her for what kind of wedding she wanted?
In a five star resort?
In another city?
Someplace else?
They threw millions of options to her, but Gauri's heart was set at the option they never mentioned. She had never imagined her wedding to be an extravagant affair, which now she couldn't avoid since she was getting married to an Oberoi, but she had imagined extravagance of love and loved ones, which she had! She told them that she wanted a small wedding, right here, at Oberoi mansion, in their home, surrounded by the family.
The next two months had gone in a jiffy, and if Omkara and Gauri were concerned as to how they would wait until the wedding, that wait was finally over. In the two months, Gauri had thrown herself into her studies, and Omkara was busy preparing for his next exhibition. He never made further advances towards her, then their current understanding, because he knew if he did, she would comply, but he also knew, how important the wedding rituals were for her. And he didn't want to distract her from her studies in these crucial last months. And for this reason as well, he did not ask her about Kaali's episode in detail, he didn't want her to feel sad, there is time, some day he will wipe away all her bad memories, he told himself.
The daily life in Oberoi Mansion was restored as usual, with some minor changes. Gauri still did the morning bhajans and aarti, but she was relieved of tea time duties so she could spend more time on her studies. Before she appeared for the exams two weeks ago and she was satisfied with her performance, she felt proud of accomplishing all that she had this year with the support of her Hippie and love from the entire family.
Today was their mehendi function.
Gauri came out of the shower in her black satin robe, wet hair. Omkara was not in the room, she bent her hair for shrugging off the excess water, when she lifted her head back, her hair went flying back and so did one side of her robe, leaving her shoulder and neckline exposed. Before she could put it right, she saw him staring at her in the mirror. He had just walked in, to pick up his watch, when he witnessed this mesmerising sight. He kept looking at her, capturing her eyes, and then his eyes travelled down to her lips, her neck, to her exposed shoulder. He walked towards her as if in a trance, stood behind her, still looking at her in the mirror, put his hands on her arms, leaned down and kissed her on the exposed skin. Shock-waves went down her entire being.
Aankhon ki gustakhiyaan, maaf ho
Ik tuk tumhe dekti hain, jo baat kehna chahe zubaan, tumse ye woh kehti
She turned around, and collapsed in his arms, her head buried deep in his chest, cheeks pink, eyes cast low.
Aankhon ki sharmohaya, maaf ho
Tumhe dekh ke chupti hain, uthi aankhen jo baat na keh saki, jhuki aankhen who kehti hain
Ab aur intezaar nahin hota Ri, tumhe apna banana chahta hoon,' he kissed her again, this time a little lower and kept kissing lower each time, until their breaths were heavy and their legs giving in . She clutched him tighter, shivering, she was feeling new things, new emotions with him every day. Feelings she could not explain, or even try to gauge depths of. One thing she was sure of, she had no control over them, what she felt for him, what she felt with him...
He heard Daadi calling out to him in the distance, so he left from there, lest he would ravish her there and then, she had to get ready for the function, to which, guess what? He was not invited, they had decided to do mehendi such that it was happening in bride's home, so how would the groom get there? Logic !!!
Yes, now that their wedding was just two days away, with all functions and rituals starting today, Daadi's two feet rule was imposed and effective since last night. And so, last night whilst Gauri slept in their room, he had to make his way to the guest room, he had volunteered to be the one to shift rooms, didn't want his chiraiyya to have to move her things. Last night had already been a torture for both of them, and now he had run into her looking like this! How he could have controlled himself, he thought, not feeling apologetic at all. After all he was a human being and that too, he was head over heels in love with his titli.
He was desperate to see her. He had to do something. Even Shivaay and Rudra were not helping him this time. Shivaay was taking revenge for when Omkara had got him in trouble during his wedding with Anika and Rudra, well, he was just acting pricey, as usual, he would help on one condition,' O had to promise him chota O as soon as possible' . He loved troubling his bro O. So, ShivRu decided to enjoy his plight thoroughly. The mehendi function was taking place by the main poolside, whilst the Obros had settled by the pool in Omkara's studio. Shivaay was busy on his laptop and Rudy chatting away with his friend on the phone.
Omkara couldn't take that picture of Ri's out of his mind, wet hair, black robe, how much ever he tried, and so although no males were allowed to the all-female mehendi function, he tried to find routes to be able to steal glances at his Ri. He first circled the pool room, behind the pillars and drapes hidden from view, just watching her.
Khayalon ki yeh shokhiyaan, maaf ho
Har dum tumhe sochti hain, jab hosh mein hota hain jahan, madhosh yeh karti hain.
She was looking stunning in a mint green lehenga, embroidered in silver and white thread from top to toe, it had a net dupatta, both her hands were held by two ladies working on them patterning intricate designs and both her feet were being worked at by two other girls. Anika and Pinky aunty were also getting mehendi applied on their palms, whilst Bhavya watched, she had decided not to, as she had training next day. Jhanvi was walking around, ensuring everything went smoothly, she didn't want any mishap in her Omkara-Gauri's wedding, something she had been looking forward to for so long.
He then entered the pool room, Daadi, I came to ask Ri about my sketchbook'. He quickly rushed to her side, whispered in her ear come out later, whilst Daadi interfered,' Omkara, out'. All the ladies laughed.
He stole another glance at her before going out, inviting her to come out, but how could she? From amongst so many ladies, so she refused. He left empty-handed. Next ,he called her, jatadhari hippie' calling, her phone buzzed, she gestured to Bhavya who picked it up and held it at her ears, kahiye' tum aayi nahin, kab se bula raha hoon' kaise?' she was appalled and embarrassed at the same time, everyone knew it was him on the phone. She asked Bhavya to cut it. Nandi Bail was just being impossible.
Then Bhavya's phone buzzed, Haan bhaiya, jee, jee, ok bhaiya'. She got up and walked out.
He was waiting outside,' Bhavya bring her out na. Please.
But bhaiya, her mehendi is not done yet and she really wants it to be perfect, once it's done I will' pleaded Bhavya
Ok, but how will she eat anything?' he looked worried.
Main hoon na, I will feed her bhaiya, I promise' Bhavya sensed his concern.
Ok, once she has eaten, send her to the terrace, promise?' Promise, bhaiya'
Terrace and his studio were the two places he had to himself in the house. Although everyone knew about the studio, the terrace was his hide-out no one knew about, not even ShivRu. This is where he used to come hide when there was pain in his heart or loneliness bothered him, or he had to take drugs without anyone noticing. Now no more, now he has no pain, he is not alone but he could still come to take his drug his Ri.
After the mehendi was complete, Jhanvi dabbed sugar water on Gauri's palms, hands and feet, she had mehendi all the way up to her knee almost. Bhavya fed her. Daadi did her nazar saying that she was looking so beautiful today that someone must have definitely eye'd her. Gauri's mom watched all this with tears in her eyes, she couldn't thank god enough for giving this family to her Gauri.
When the guests had all left and most other ladies had retired for the evening, Anika went to take care of other arrangements, Bhavya whispered to Gauri,' Om Bhaiya is waiting for you on the terrace. He looked quite upset'
She went rushing to the terrace to find her Jatadhari and appease him, she couldn't have him upset. He heard her coming with the payal and bangles and sat in a sullen pose to bring home the point that he was annoyed with her for ignoring him. She went straight in front of him and dangled her newly applied mehendi hands before him. He wanted to look, in fact, he was dying to look, but he had to also maintain the act of being angry with her. She then picked up her lehenga a little and showed off the mehendi on her feet, intricate, dark green, on her milky skin, he just couldn't keep his eyes off; he was so helpless that he couldn't even be angry with her for more than 2 mins, when she was in sight. But he still pretended. She gauged that he was very angry, so she became sad; she turned his face to her forcefully and touched both her ears with mehendi-clad hands asking for apology, she had tearsr in her eyes:
Is dil ki nadaniyan , maaf ho
Yeh meri kahan sunti hain, yeh pal pal jo hoti hain bekal sanam, toh spane naye bunti hain
He was touched, how could he not be? He took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, angry no more.
She made more promises to her anxious, impatient Jatadhari:
Yeh zindagi aapki hi amanat rahegi
Dil main sada aapki hi mohanbbat rahegi
In saaanson ko aapki hi zarurat rahegi
Ri, he said, main bhi tumhe sajana chahta hoon'.
Kya? Kaise? Kahan? She showed him both her hands and feet that were completely clad in mehendi already from tip to wherever one could see.
He touched her on the arms, and then traced his path down, knelt before her, his face now level with her stomach, he held her by the waist, brushed aside her dupatta sending a tingling sensation down her body where his fingers touched the skin, kissed her skin, Here'.' Don't worry, it won't leave any marks like this mehendi, this is just paint it will wash away'. He showed a cone he had made with silver paint inside.
She shivered and nodded with her eyes, how could she refuse him anything. He picked her up and made her lie down on the swing, kneeling beside her.
He had her where he wanted her for so long. Her both hands were sort of tied as she had mehendi on them; she couldn't stop any of his ministrations. He leaned on top of her, kissing her from her eyes, down to her waist, he removed the dupatta from her waist and kissed her on the navel, she moaned. He started drawing patterns around her navel, she flinched with the cold paint touching her skin, he blew at it, to warm her and to dry the paint. After he was done, it looked like he had adorned her milky skin with intricate jewellery.
Kaajal ka til tumhare labon pe lagan loon
Chanda aur suraj ki nazaron se tumko chupa loon
Palkon ki chilman mein aao main tumko bitha loon...
Is dil ki bechainiyaaa...maaf ho.
He pushed her dupatta aside and traced her neckline with his lips, sending shivers down her body, she couldn't even hold onto him because of the mehendi, so he did. He held onto her, whilst he gave her many reasons to shiver and lose control. Later, he fed her water and food with his own hands, applied sugar water to her mehendi , but she wouldn't let him look for his name in her mehendi which was safely hidden away. The two lovers were on the terrace in each other's arms, more like she was in his arms. He was reclining on the swing; her back against his hard chest. His arms were around her soft middle and his face buried in her neck. He was intoxicated, he needed nothing else. A blanket of stars covered them and each other's breath warmed them.
END
So guys,
What did you think?
Did I do justice to the song and RiKara mehendi? Did you like Desperate Kara?
Please comment, like and leave feedback
I am back with an early and looong update, as a reward for all the beautiful and encouraging comments. I am trying to reply to all those who comment on a regular basis now, so please do comment, I will be taking requests for what you want to read and add you to buddy list for PMs. So, hopefully this is enough motivation to comment?
Another surprise - This update involves the title track - hope you like it.
Please imagine the song :
' Aankhon ki Gustakhiyaan' from movie ' Hum Dil de chuke sanam' where I have penned it.
So, here it goes:
AAnkhon ki Gustakhiyaan - Season IV - The Wedding
Part 4
Gauri was really looking forward to this:
A wedding, her wedding! She had dreamed of this all her life, ever since she was a little girl, selling mata's chunri outside the temple. She would watch all newly-weds come to seek blessings at the temple. Having grown up all alone, she always longed for a companion who she could call her own, like her Parvati Ma had her Shankarji.
And today, was the start of that formal union for her and her Nandi bail. Yes, she had married him before, around the fire, in the presence of her Shankarji and many others, she did not regret it at all, but the feelings involved were circumstantial. Now, she wanted him to accept her truly, willfully, and out of love, as it should be. She was on cloud nine and looking forward to all her life before her, with him.
Everyone in the household had cornered her one evening and interrogated her for what kind of wedding she wanted?
In a five star resort?
In another city?
Someplace else?
They threw millions of options to her, but Gauri's heart was set at the option they never mentioned. She had never imagined her wedding to be an extravagant affair, which now she couldn't avoid since she was getting married to an Oberoi, but she had imagined extravagance of love and loved ones, which she had! She told them that she wanted a small wedding, right here, at Oberoi mansion, in their home, surrounded by the family.
The next two months had gone in a jiffy, and if Omkara and Gauri were concerned as to how they would wait until the wedding, that wait was finally over. In the two months, Gauri had thrown herself into her studies, and Omkara was busy preparing for his next exhibition. He never made further advances towards her, then their current understanding, because he knew if he did, she would comply, but he also knew, how important the wedding rituals were for her. And he didn't want to distract her from her studies in these crucial last months. And for this reason as well, he did not ask her about Kaali's episode in detail, he didn't want her to feel sad, there is time, some day he will wipe away all her bad memories, he told himself.
The daily life in Oberoi Mansion was restored as usual, with some minor changes. Gauri still did the morning bhajans and aarti, but she was relieved of tea time duties so she could spend more time on her studies. Before she appeared for the exams two weeks ago and she was satisfied with her performance, she felt proud of accomplishing all that she had this year with the support of her Hippie and love from the entire family.
Today was their mehendi function.
Gauri came out of the shower in her black satin robe, wet hair. Omkara was not in the room, she bent her hair for shrugging off the excess water, when she lifted her head back, her hair went flying back and so did one side of her robe, leaving her shoulder and neckline exposed. Before she could put it right, she saw him staring at her in the mirror. He had just walked in, to pick up his watch, when he witnessed this mesmerising sight. He kept looking at her, capturing her eyes, and then his eyes travelled down to her lips, her neck, to her exposed shoulder. He walked towards her as if in a trance, stood behind her, still looking at her in the mirror, put his hands on her arms, leaned down and kissed her on the exposed skin. Shock-waves went down her entire being.
Aankhon ki gustakhiyaan, maaf ho
Ik tuk tumhe dekti hain, jo baat kehna chahe zubaan, tumse ye woh kehti
She turned around, and collapsed in his arms, her head buried deep in his chest, cheeks pink, eyes cast low.
Aankhon ki sharmohaya, maaf ho
Tumhe dekh ke chupti hain, uthi aankhen jo baat na keh saki, jhuki aankhen who kehti hain
Ab aur intezaar nahin hota Ri, tumhe apna banana chahta hoon,' he kissed her again, this time a little lower and kept kissing lower each time, until their breaths were heavy and their legs giving in . She clutched him tighter, shivering, she was feeling new things, new emotions with him every day. Feelings she could not explain, or even try to gauge depths of. One thing she was sure of, she had no control over them, what she felt for him, what she felt with him...
He heard Daadi calling out to him in the distance, so he left from there, lest he would ravish her there and then, she had to get ready for the function, to which, guess what? He was not invited, they had decided to do mehendi such that it was happening in bride's home, so how would the groom get there? Logic !!!
Yes, now that their wedding was just two days away, with all functions and rituals starting today, Daadi's two feet rule was imposed and effective since last night. And so, last night whilst Gauri slept in their room, he had to make his way to the guest room, he had volunteered to be the one to shift rooms, didn't want his chiraiyya to have to move her things. Last night had already been a torture for both of them, and now he had run into her looking like this! How he could have controlled himself, he thought, not feeling apologetic at all. After all he was a human being and that too, he was head over heels in love with his titli.
He was desperate to see her. He had to do something. Even Shivaay and Rudra were not helping him this time. Shivaay was taking revenge for when Omkara had got him in trouble during his wedding with Anika and Rudra, well, he was just acting pricey, as usual, he would help on one condition,' O had to promise him chota O as soon as possible' . He loved troubling his bro O. So, ShivRu decided to enjoy his plight thoroughly. The mehendi function was taking place by the main poolside, whilst the Obros had settled by the pool in Omkara's studio. Shivaay was busy on his laptop and Rudy chatting away with his friend on the phone.
Omkara couldn't take that picture of Ri's out of his mind, wet hair, black robe, how much ever he tried, and so although no males were allowed to the all-female mehendi function, he tried to find routes to be able to steal glances at his Ri. He first circled the pool room, behind the pillars and drapes hidden from view, just watching her.
Khayalon ki yeh shokhiyaan, maaf ho
Har dum tumhe sochti hain, jab hosh mein hota hain jahan, madhosh yeh karti hain.
She was looking stunning in a mint green lehenga, embroidered in silver and white thread from top to toe, it had a net dupatta, both her hands were held by two ladies working on them patterning intricate designs and both her feet were being worked at by two other girls. Anika and Pinky aunty were also getting mehendi applied on their palms, whilst Bhavya watched, she had decided not to, as she had training next day. Jhanvi was walking around, ensuring everything went smoothly, she didn't want any mishap in her Omkara-Gauri's wedding, something she had been looking forward to for so long.
He then entered the pool room, Daadi, I came to ask Ri about my sketchbook'. He quickly rushed to her side, whispered in her ear come out later, whilst Daadi interfered,' Omkara, out'. All the ladies laughed.
He stole another glance at her before going out, inviting her to come out, but how could she? From amongst so many ladies, so she refused. He left empty-handed. Next ,he called her, jatadhari hippie' calling, her phone buzzed, she gestured to Bhavya who picked it up and held it at her ears, kahiye' tum aayi nahin, kab se bula raha hoon' kaise?' she was appalled and embarrassed at the same time, everyone knew it was him on the phone. She asked Bhavya to cut it. Nandi Bail was just being impossible.
Then Bhavya's phone buzzed, Haan bhaiya, jee, jee, ok bhaiya'. She got up and walked out.
He was waiting outside,' Bhavya bring her out na. Please.
But bhaiya, her mehendi is not done yet and she really wants it to be perfect, once it's done I will' pleaded Bhavya
Ok, but how will she eat anything?' he looked worried.
Main hoon na, I will feed her bhaiya, I promise' Bhavya sensed his concern.
Ok, once she has eaten, send her to the terrace, promise?' Promise, bhaiya'
Terrace and his studio were the two places he had to himself in the house. Although everyone knew about the studio, the terrace was his hide-out no one knew about, not even ShivRu. This is where he used to come hide when there was pain in his heart or loneliness bothered him, or he had to take drugs without anyone noticing. Now no more, now he has no pain, he is not alone but he could still come to take his drug his Ri.
After the mehendi was complete, Jhanvi dabbed sugar water on Gauri's palms, hands and feet, she had mehendi all the way up to her knee almost. Bhavya fed her. Daadi did her nazar saying that she was looking so beautiful today that someone must have definitely eye'd her. Gauri's mom watched all this with tears in her eyes, she couldn't thank god enough for giving this family to her Gauri.
When the guests had all left and most other ladies had retired for the evening, Anika went to take care of other arrangements, Bhavya whispered to Gauri,' Om Bhaiya is waiting for you on the terrace. He looked quite upset'
She went rushing to the terrace to find her Jatadhari and appease him, she couldn't have him upset. He heard her coming with the payal and bangles and sat in a sullen pose to bring home the point that he was annoyed with her for ignoring him. She went straight in front of him and dangled her newly applied mehendi hands before him. He wanted to look, in fact, he was dying to look, but he had to also maintain the act of being angry with her. She then picked up her lehenga a little and showed off the mehendi on her feet, intricate, dark green, on her milky skin, he just couldn't keep his eyes off; he was so helpless that he couldn't even be angry with her for more than 2 mins, when she was in sight. But he still pretended. She gauged that he was very angry, so she became sad; she turned his face to her forcefully and touched both her ears with mehendi-clad hands asking for apology, she had tearsr in her eyes:
Is dil ki nadaniyan , maaf ho
Yeh meri kahan sunti hain, yeh pal pal jo hoti hain bekal sanam, toh spane naye bunti hain
He was touched, how could he not be? He took her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, angry no more.
She made more promises to her anxious, impatient Jatadhari:
Yeh zindagi aapki hi amanat rahegi
Dil main sada aapki hi mohanbbat rahegi
In saaanson ko aapki hi zarurat rahegi
Ri, he said, main bhi tumhe sajana chahta hoon'.
Kya? Kaise? Kahan? She showed him both her hands and feet that were completely clad in mehendi already from tip to wherever one could see.
He touched her on the arms, and then traced his path down, knelt before her, his face now level with her stomach, he held her by the waist, brushed aside her dupatta sending a tingling sensation down her body where his fingers touched the skin, kissed her skin, Here'.' Don't worry, it won't leave any marks like this mehendi, this is just paint it will wash away'. He showed a cone he had made with silver paint inside.
She shivered and nodded with her eyes, how could she refuse him anything. He picked her up and made her lie down on the swing, kneeling beside her.
He had her where he wanted her for so long. Her both hands were sort of tied as she had mehendi on them; she couldn't stop any of his ministrations. He leaned on top of her, kissing her from her eyes, down to her waist, he removed the dupatta from her waist and kissed her on the navel, she moaned. He started drawing patterns around her navel, she flinched with the cold paint touching her skin, he blew at it, to warm her and to dry the paint. After he was done, it looked like he had adorned her milky skin with intricate jewellery.
Kaajal ka til tumhare labon pe lagan loon
Chanda aur suraj ki nazaron se tumko chupa loon
Palkon ki chilman mein aao main tumko bitha loon...
Is dil ki bechainiyaaa...maaf ho.
He pushed her dupatta aside and traced her neckline with his lips, sending shivers down her body, she couldn't even hold onto him because of the mehendi, so he did. He held onto her, whilst he gave her many reasons to shiver and lose control. Later, he fed her water and food with his own hands, applied sugar water to her mehendi , but she wouldn't let him look for his name in her mehendi which was safely hidden away. The two lovers were on the terrace in each other's arms, more like she was in his arms. He was reclining on the swing; her back against his hard chest. His arms were around her soft middle and his face buried in her neck. He was intoxicated, he needed nothing else. A blanket of stars covered them and each other's breath warmed them.
END
So guys,
What did you think?
Did I do justice to the song and RiKara mehendi? Did you like Desperate Kara?
Please comment, like and leave feedback
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