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Lingering Moments Adni Untold Saga Chapter 14
IPK3 Season 1 Episode 84
The world had gone to sleep, but Mumbai never really sleeps.When neighbourhood had already concluded celebrations and turned in for the day; Raizada mansion was happily getting ready for merriment........ The one who rejoices the last, rejoices the best!......... The old cloak of gloom was discarded and hustling bustling delight was donned. The majestic edifice burst with pride,
"Aakhir mera apana rutba hai, Swag se swagaat karoonga Malik ka!"
(After all I have my own status; I'll welcome my master with all my swag)
"Shikha, have you completed the rangolis? I just finished decorating their bed." Pooja was grinning from ear to ear while coming out from Bhaiyya's room.
"Yes Didi, I did."
"Shilpa, you haven't done with all diyas, yet? Hurry up! They will arrive any minute now!"
"Yes Didi, I am doing it. I'll finish soon."
"Remember, the arrangement has to come exact spaced. With Chandani's height she shouldn't be able to cross over and then bhaiyya while carrying her shouldn't trip. You had seen the one done yesterday by Chandni herself,right?"
"Yes Didi, I am doing the same way."
"Why haven't they arrived yet?" Suddenly, pain and worry crowded Pooja's face while looking at the door. Her eyes became misty with fear again.
Miku walked over to Pooja and lovingly held her shoulders, "Relax Didi. They'll come. You need not worry when Bhai is there."
"Precisely, Miku! I am perhaps worried because he is there! Suddenly a word from Chandni and he'll blast her in his anger. The two might fight over any smallest issue."
"Oh Didi!" laughed Miku, "You worry too much."
"Too much? Something or other is happening since Diwali started. It's natural to worry."
"Yes! But now everything will be fine. You care a lot, don't you?"
"Yes Miku! And not just me! Bhaiyya cares for all of us much more." Smiled Pooja with love for her bhaiyya,
"I am genuinely happy for them,today. Otherwise, the way Chandni had left today, meri to aadhi jaan chali gayi thee. Dono ki sulaah na hui hoti to shaayad poori chali jaati. Aane do dono ko,chhodungi nahi main."
(Half breath of mine was already lost; had they not patched up then perhaps, i have lose my entire breath. Let the two come, I'll not leave them)
"I am with you, Didi. Fukatt ka tension kara diya." (unnecessary tension) Miku agreed wholeheartedly.
"Me, too. Even I was scared." Shikha's brow creased with memory of earlier fear.
"Shikha. Let's do this... "Pooja whispered her conspiracy with Miku and Shikha.
Dev and Chandni had walked hand in hand... gazing fixedly...reaching out to the soul through the eyes... Sheer happiness of being happily engrossed in each other, oblivious to the world...
As they entered the gate,Chandni noticed security. Getting conscious, she pulled her hand out of Dev's. With absolute possession, Dev pulled it back. The shake of his head, his heart in his eyes, all saying 'no, won't let you go..'
"Everybody is watching and inside family will be awake too.What will they think?" Chandni whined, brows creasing and lips pouting. Her juvenile pout made Dev's heart swell with love.
"A little while back I thought I heard something like Mujhe koi farak nahi padata. Aaj sirf main aur tum." He suddenly got into a joshing mood after noticing her discomfort.
(doesn't make any difference to you. Today just you n me)
Immediate happy sunshine smile lit up her innocent face. The memory of their moment, relished in abandon, evident in that smile...
"You two cannot come inside. Tumhe Toll dena padega." Pooja angrily stood blocking the door. (you must give toll)
"What toll? "Advay creased his brows in questioning look.
"First, Chandni wipe your head." Pooja passed a towel to her. "And bhaiyya, you are fully drenched. Here's your coat. Wear it, or else you'll be sneezing tomorrow. I will not allow that!"
Looking at her stern angry avatar, Chandni and Dev abided by her. "Ok Pooja, Now at least allow us."
"Ahumm, pahle toll."
"What toll? Tonight is not our suhaag raat!" Advay demurred.
"You both have newly found each other again. It's as good as suhaag raat!"
"Pooja, mere paas abhi paise nahi hai. Not carrying any money on me."
"Aapke Paison ki kisse padi hai, Bhaiyya? Mein to nek maang rahi hoon. Mera haque banata hai!" Pooja groused.
(who cares for your money? I am asking for my right. And I have full right)
Advay fully agreed and wanted to appease her, "Tumhara har haque banata hai, Pooja! Kya doon tumhe?"
(You have every right on me Pooja. Tell me what should I give you)
"The promise that both of you will never ever let such day repeat in your life. Keep each other always happy and never ever give us such tension again."
Dev looked at his Chandu. Both smiled. "We Promise!" Both spoke together.
"Thank you. Now Bhaiyya, you must lift up Chandni as new bride and bring her in."
"Whaaattt?" Advay was incredulous.
"What nahi or shot nahi. Look at the diyas, she will catch fire if she tries to cross over. Come on pick her up!"
All Advay's resistance was just a facade. If anything, he wanted to have her back in his arms and keep her there, forever. With tender smile, he picked her wet frame and crossed over the diyas.
Rather than heat from Diyaas warming them, the heat rising in their bodies with the intimate touch warmed them. The exact feeling, as yesterday, as he crossed over diya rangoli, with a lamp in her hand.
The same doorstep had witnessed so many moments of the couple. His literally throwing her out physically holding her elbow on her first arrival........ her leaving with bag forever, tired of his conspiracy... then her rushing back like a true lover, an Abhisarika Ashtnaayika to her Dev........Again his throwing her out with all her possessions, while her memories stayed behind in the mansion......... Her tripping over rangoli and his holding her protectively in arms...his confidently, deftly lifting her up and crossing over with a lamp in her hand yesterday...and today his lifting her fora permanent stay in his house, in his heart, in his life!
Nostalgia filled every atom of the air. Murli and Shilpa were the first to start chuckling with earlier memories. The others soon joined in.
"Tum sab logon ko sona nahi hai kya?" Advay was vexed at this mockery of him by the family.( Don't you guys need to sleep?)
After coming in, Dev put her down and held her hand again. She was not comfortable of his hold like that in front of family members but she knew her husband too well to resist again.
"Bhabhi, you scared us completely!" Miku was now scolding his sister in law.
Guiltily, Chandani looked at him "Sorry Devarji. Maine aapko pareshaan kar diya na!" ( I troubled all you, people)
"Pareshan? Aapne humaari jaan nikaal dee thi. Aise maafi nahi milegi....... Aapko ab antakshari ka aapvala gana gana hoga."
(troubled? You literally took away our breath. Won't forgive you just like that.....you must sing your song of antakshari)
"Have you gone mad, Miku? Ye koi vakt hai, gaana gaane ka?Plus, She is drenched completely." Advay completely opposed the idea. (is this any time to sing a song)
"Haan Bhaiyya, lagata hai, Miku ko kal bhaaidooj nahi karni mere saath. Pagala kahi ka, it's nearing midnight now." Pooja agreed with her Bhaiyya.
(Yes Bhaiyya, looks like Miku does not want to celebrate bhaidooj with me tomorrow, mad fellow)
"Aur antakshari mein to jiji ne kuchh gaane jaisa hi bola bhi tha." Shikha pinned in.
And Jiji had same something like song during antakshari
"Usse tum gana kahati ho? Hey Bhagwaan! Shikha aisa gana tum mere liye kabhi nahi gana; kyunki aise gaane se kaan ka bharosa nahi rahata, meri Shikha" Miku exactly mimed Chandni with a filmy teary look on his face.
( You call that stuff a song? Oh God! Shikha please don't ever sing something like that for me. With such songs, I cannot trust my ears, my Shikha)
Shikha made a boxing action at him.
"Haan haan, theek hai, maskare! Apni filmigiri band kar." Pooja wanted to avoid even the memory of that unpleasant incident.
(OK OK prankster! stop your filmy ways)
"Bhai dadagiri kare to chalataa hai; main filmigiri karoo, to character dheela hai?" Miku was in full jovial mood.
(When bhai does dadagiri (bullying) it's OK; and if I do filmigiri (being filmy) then i have loose character?)
Pooja laughed at Miku mimicking Salmaan Khan and sided with her Bhaiyya's decision "Chandni is tired now; how can she sing at this hour?"
"Nahi Didi, it's OK. Main gaaungi gana. Vaise bhi subaha mera turn tha."
(I'll sing, it was my turn)
"Chandni, tum..." Advay was vexed with his wife.
" Gaane dijiye na, please! Mujhe gaana hai"
(Let me sing please! I want to!)
"Main manaa karoonga tab bhi tum kaha maananewali ho? You and Miku are exact same paagal."
( Even if I prohibit, where are you going to listen? both you are mad)
Dev knew his heart. He would always indulge both these people in his life. His happiness resided in them. Her voice touched his heart with its sweetness.
Ek din aap yoon humko mil jaayenge,
Phool hi phool raahon mein khil jaayenge
maine socha na tha!
(One day, I'll meet you and there'll flowers shower on our road,.....I really hadn't thought so)
Ek din jindagi itni hogi haseen
Jhoomega aasman, gaayegi yeh jameen
Maine socha na tha!
(One day life would be so beautiful, the skies would dance, the land would sing.......I really hadn't thought so)
"haah...Jijji? kitna jhooth bol rahi hai, aap?" Shikha gasped,
"Din raat to aap Dev jiju ke bare mein sochati rahati thee, koi sudhbudh nahi rahati thee aapko... aur kah rahee hai, Maine socha na tha."
(sis, how you're lying? Day nd night you thought about Jiju, you had no senses left......and now you're saying, I never thought so)
"Shikha, main teri Jijji bhi hoon aur bahot jald Jethaani bhi banoongi. Apni Jethaani ko Jhoothi kahati hai?" (Shikha, I am your sis and will be sis-in-law soon. You're calling your in-laws liar?)
Chandni wrinkled her nose teasingly at Shikha and smiled. Dev watched this happy exchange between sisters. Yes, his Chandu had always thought of him, he knew it.
Chandni continued, "jis taraha inhe paaya hai aaj; vaisa to sapane bhi nahi socha tha! Roj naya roop dekhati hoon inka. ...Maine Gourihar ki pooja shaadi ke pahale ki nahi. Phir bhi mujhe Shiv Shankar mil gaye hai.
(The way I have found him today, I hadn't thought in my dreams also! Everyday, I see a new avatar of his...... I didn't worship Gourihar (shiva-parvati) before marriage yet I have got my Shiv-shankar)
Shiv Shankar jis taraha roothi parvati ko manaake kailash vaapas laate the, vaise hi aaj yeh mujhe apani jindagi mein vaapas laaye hai. Jo pyaar, jo sukh aaj diya hai inhone, main kaise bataaun?
(The way Shivji appeased an angry parvati and brought her back to kailash; in the same manner, today he has brought me back in his life. The love, the happiness that h has given me today, how can I tell you?)
Sarvopari premi Shiv shankar, sarvottam priye Parvati
Sarv shreshth pati parmeshwar Shiv, sada suhaagan parvati
(The best lover in the world is loving Shiva and the most loved one is Parvati........the best husband of the world is Shiva and Parvati is forever his happily married better half)
Her voice was filled with divine love...absolute adoration for her Dev...complete faith in him...her love touched everybody's heart. Dev watched her mesmerized. First time, he felt, he was thankful of the hatred that had made sure to find her. Perhaps destiny had bound them in a way that they would find each other again and again......same as shakti and shiva!
Pooja came to Chandni and hugged her lovingly, "Sach mein bhabhi. Sada suhaagan raho....... Yehi kaamna karati hoon main tumhare liye....... Aur mere Bhaiyya ka vaise hi khayaal rakhana jaise parvati mata shivji ka rakhati thee. Inhe kabhi dukh mat hone dena kissi cheej ke liye. Ekdam Shivji ki tarahaa bhole hai aur vaise hi sanvedansheel bhi."
(Truly sis, stay happily married always! I wish that for you.....and take care of my bro same as Parvati took care of Shiva..... Never give him any pain for anything. He is so much like shiva Innocent, pure hearted and same sensitive as him)
"haan Didi, Sach mein Mahadev hai yeh! Issi liye jindagi ne Vish ka pyaala diya to voh bhi pee liya... Didi, please forgive me. Today, all of you were troubled and worried because of me."
( Yes didi, he is Mahadev truly! That's why perhaps when life gave him poison; he drank up that too)
"Chandni, I can very well empathise with your situation. You did not do anything purposely. It just happened. Now let us all forget about it. But please don't ever leave like this again."
"Veer, learn from Jiju. Husbands are supposed to be like him."
"You become like Bhabhi first! Wives are supposed to be loving like her. Tum toh hamesha thappad lagaati ho; nahi toh box karati ho; kabhi pyaar bhi kiya karo! "
( You always slap or box; sometimes try loving also)
Veer stretched his arms out and happily Shikha hugged him. He was such a caring man. Totally selfless. Such deep thinking. So much care for Jiji. A deep emotion... a thought, a feeling, a need... took over Shikha's heart.
"Kya kar rae ho dono? Hum sab yahaa khade hai!" Pooja admonished the two.(What are two of you doing? Everybody's standing here)
"Arre! Jiji did it in the middle of the road, in front of everybody... aur hum ghar mein kare toh character dheela?" Shikha feigned hurtful look. (and if we do it at home, then we're lose in character?)
Chandni blushed at the remark...the memory of their hug in the rain would remain till eternity in their hearts...Dev fell in love all over again with that suddenly shy beauty of hers...as much as he had loved her bounteous love hug.
"Arre Vah! Kya baat hai? Mera rang lag gaya meri Shikha ko!" Veer hugged her tighter.
(wow! What a thing! My Shikha is colouring in my ways)
"Sharam karo dono! Main hoon toh theek hai... Agar kahi Maa hoti aur dekhati toh?" ( have some shame two of you! It's me so ok.....just in case mother had been here and had seen you then?)
Pooja was grinning from ear to ear. Happiness spread in the air.
"Who cares?" shrugged Veer releasing Shikha.
"Maa, yahi hai aur sab dekh bhi rahi hai aur sun bhi rahi hai!" Stern voice cut through their laughter.
(Mother is right here and she's seeing as well as listening to everything)
Nobody had realised Maasi coming from behind and watching the young ones.
"Maa, Aap? Aap to so rahi thee na?" Pooja tried pacifying Maasi.
(Mom, you? You were sleeping, right?)
"Tum logon ki hasee, gaana... Itne shor mein meri neend khul gayee." Maasi turned towards Chandni.
(In your laughter and songs.....all your cacophony awakened me.
"Chandni, I want to talk to you." Chandni felt dead scared suddenly.
"Not now, Maasi! Now is the not the right time." Miku stood firmly between Maasi and Chandni, his voice very quiet yet equally stern as maasi,
"She's happy and please, let them be."
The challenging look on his face told Maasi, he was ready for a fight today, if needed. Nobody was allowed to say a wrong word to his Bhabhi.
"Miku, don't forget I am the maasi. I know what I am doing. Move away." Maasi was equally stern. Sudden tension crept in the air.
"Devarjee, get away please" Chandni pushed a reluctant Miku away and politely went and stood in front of Maasi, "Maasi, Aap kuchh kahana chaahti thee?" (You were saying something?)
Advay would never otherwise thwart Maasi but he did not want her saying anything to Chandni now. The need to protect his Chandu took priority over everything else.
"Chandni, my ways with you in the morning were not right. Will you please forgive me?" There was sudden change in Maasi's stature from Stern to genuinely apologetic.
Everybody was stunned hearing Maasi. Advay wondered what had happened after he left in the morning. Had someone else also blasted his Chandu? If anything, he was to be blamed, not her. Remorse gripped his heart at her having to suffer because of him.
"Nahi maasi, what are you saying? I have told you before...Aap Maa-si hai. Aapko poora huk hai. ...(you are like mother, you have full right)
And in the morning, while Aadi was not found, you were worried and tensed about him. You love him so much... It was natural for you to react. I was in the wrong; I had stopped Dev from opening the door for Aadi. Then all the drama happened. Dev would never ever forget his duties towards his family."
Advay did not agree with her. She had not been wrong there. It had been their joint decision. He wanted to open his mouth and protest but Maasi spoke before he could...
"Chandni, you understand, right? I am not against you, I am against the Vasishth family. I can never ever forgive them. What happened to Dev's parents was not right."
Advay and Veer's faces crumpled with their parent's memory.
"Yes I understand, Maasi. The pain of that day in this family's heart can never ever be undone." Chandni's voice had a deep sadness which touched everybody's heart.
"Let us not forget that it's past twelve and it is my first Bhaidooj with Didi." Miku purposefully shifted the topic of conversation diverting everybody's mind.
"Didi, tomorrow you must do my aarti first. Bhai ki aapne hamesha se kee hai, iss baar main pahala haque loonga."
(For Bhai, you have always done, this time I take the first right)
"Haan Mere bhai, yours will be done first... Par fir mujhe gift bhi tujhe pahale dena hoga, samjha! Aur Bhaiyya, aap ko yaad hai na? Iss baar aap ne Sansani machaani hai." A laughing Pooja spoke to both her brothers.
(Yes, brother of mine! But You'll have to give me gift also first and Bhaiyya don't forget, you also need to give some special gift and shine out)
Laughter spread on everybody's face. "Come let us all sleep. Maa, sorry we disturbed your sleep. Shikha, you come and sleep with me tonight; Naani's sleep will get disturbed if you go there now." Everybody dispersed.
Chandni and Dev opened the bedroom door. The bed was decorated once again with flowers... There were rose petals in heart shape on the bedspread. Candles were lit up in corners...Pooja's love was seen every nook and corner of the bedroom.
Dev lifted Chandni in his arms... An expectant loving look spread immediately on her face. 'Yes! I want you! Your love!' Her eyes said. Dev walked in but instead of putting her on the bed, he put her on the side lounger and moved away... What does he have in mind now? Why has his face changed? Is he looking gruff?
Suddenly, a towel was thrown over her head and he was wiping her head briskly... When he took the towel out, all her hair was tussled up and falling on her face.
Chandniwas baffled with his action and vexed with the worry about her look now, "Kya kar rahe hain aap?" She cursed in her heart, How must I be looking to his eyes.
(what are you trying to do?)
"baal sukha raha hoon tumhaare!" His tone was gruff. (drying your hair)
"Kyun?Aur Iss tarha?" (Why and like this?)
"haan,Issi taraha..." The anger was evident in his eyes, in his voice,"Koi kaam theekse kabhi nahi karati!" (yes! like this! you never do anything right!)
Short clipped remark. She knew instantly things were wrong.
"What did I do?"
"When Pooja gave you towel to wipe your head, couldn't you dry up your head properly??Pata hai na tujhe ki tujhe bukhaar ho jaata hai." (you know, you get fever, right?)
"aap khafaa ho mujhse?" (Are you angry with me?)
"Haan khafaa hoon. Abjaakar yeh geele kapade change karke aao." (yes! I am angry! Now go and change these wet clothes)
"Aap kar dijiye na! Uss din bhi to kiye the." She loved it when he was angry with care. (you do it, na! like how you did the other day)
"Bachchi ho kya? Itna to Aadi ke liye bhi nahi karana padata... Jaao jaakar khud change kar lo."
(Are you a kid? this much is not needed to be done for Aadi also....go and change yourself)
She looked at him angrily," Kya hua hai aapko? Abhi thode der pahale mahadev the mere... Maine aapko Shiv kaha neeche!"
(What has happned to you? just a little while back downstairs I called you my Mahadev)
"Shiv hoonna main, toh ab mera Rudra roop dekho. Jaao...not a single word more... Just go!"
(I am Shiva so check my angry avatar Rudraroop now)
With her head drooped down, pout on her lips, Chandani went to change her clothes. Dev walked to the microwave.
"Eee eee eee eee eee eee eee " Chandni's screech scared the hell out of Dev and he rushed to the washroom.
"What happened?" A half dressed Chandu, looking gorgeous, stood in front of him.
"Chipkhali." A scared Chandu told him.
(The sticking lizard)
"Kahaan?" Dev's eyes scanned the whole of the room in a single breath. Nothing was noticeable.
"Yaahan! Main hoon na Chipkhali, aap se chipakane waali" Smiling happily she hugged her Dev.
(here! I am your sticking one, I always stick with you)
"Tum aur Tumhari bachakaaani harakaton se main..." Dev was exasperated.
(You and your childish acts..... I..)
"Bahot pyaar karate hain!" Chandni completed his sentence...
(love them a lot!)
"I know that already. She put her face towards him to kiss him buthe pulled away.
"uff! yeh ladki! Get dressed fast and come out."
"Arre, rukiye na!" (Wait up!)
Chandni was left shocked and angry. Rather anxious, because not drying hair was a trivial thing. She knew that he was really angry. Even though his anger looked like happening about a thing that seemed trivial at one level and yet perhaps it wasn't. There was surely some subtext, something being asserted without words. And she was anxious about facing it at this moment.
Without his wanting to, he smiled...almost smiled! She was back! The girl, whom he was absolutely in love with, his life, was back. Yet, he wasn't very pleased with the incidents happened. Silently, he changed himself into dry clothes and went back to the microwave. He poured hot water in cup noodles which were always kept handy for his midnight snack during long work nights.
She came out. A small petite figure, looking frantically apprehensive, juvenile pout on her lips, child-like innocence on her face... He could have melted but he was too angry...
He pushed the hot noodles in her hand and scowled, "Khaao." (Eat!)
She was genuinely worried now. His anger seemed real, seemed very raw! She kept the noodles on side table and held her ears ready to do sit ups, "Main Murga banane taiyyaar hoon! Please tell me why you are angry." ( I am ready to do sit ups)
It was not easy for Advay to articulate his feelings...the worry of being abandoned...dead scaring for him...what does loving really mean? Being there when all is fine and goody goody? Or being there no matter what; especially when nothing is fine!
"Tum chali jaati?" (You would leave??)
Magnet in quiet voice declaring he would never allow it. Yet, a splintering heart asking a real question to his lover...a question only love could ask,rather a question love WOULD ask at some point or other...the difficult, the unbearable, the impossible to bear had happened...and now the truth needed to be known...the love yearned to grow, to expand ...To feel the truth in the jugular and then stay.
"Aap ne pahale aisa kyun kaha? Aisi baat aapki jubaan par aai hee kyun?" (Why did you first speak the way you did? Why did such words come at all on your lips??)
An equal hurt, a deep pain coming out as angry defence.
He lunged forward and cupped her face in his strong hands... A very vulnerable man, his body arched towards her, his tone tender yet anger coated, "Toh?" (So?)
His breath taken in... his decibel rising... eyes growing more tortured... pain perhaps not adequately hidden by anger, "Maine galat kaha tha, to tum galat kar leti?" A dreadful wait in the air...( I said wrong, so you would do wrong??)
"To aur kya karati?"(What else should I have done?) She hurled at him. Total helplessness taking over her, misery in her eyes, her face troubled.
"jhagad nahi sakati thee mere saath... khadi rahati mere saamne aur nikaal deti apna sara gussa...Do thappad laga deti mujhe...Iss taraha nikal kyun gayee?"
(Couldn't you fight back with me? ...should have stood up in front of me and taken out all your anger.....should have given me two slaps.... why did you leave like this?)
He was hurt, her words stung and fast took him into the typical Dev space within... She had that power over him... to awaken Dev, to make Dev take over Advay...she was the one who fought as equal...She was the one to punch him if he pinched her ears...it was in HER hands!
"Nikal jaane ko hi toh kaha tha." ( you had asked me to leave) She was very much in her Chandu mode now, fighting equal.
The skies from the window watching them smiled. These two would forever remain fifteen year old boy fighting with eight year old girl. An eternal love between them causing the friction of being equal.
His jaw hardened. He lost it again...He had wanted her to accept denial to her leaving possibility...He whirled her around and pushed her against the wall harshly, her sentence having cut deep... "How will I ever say that?...You are my heart,my soul dammit!"
The rising decibel split the night! The skies, the earth, the showers all stunned at his admission.
When someone is that close to you, there's so much love, strange extreme friction becomes natural...love has the beautiful gift of making us mend again...He cooled down and asked her a very valid question.
"Why amongst all did YOU not understand me? It was my anger against my own self. Whom would I take it out on?"
"You were so very angry then and now you are telling me I should have fought back, should have hit you, as if that's ever possible?" She was rueful...large angry helpless eyes.
"And not talking to me is possible? Completely ignoring me when I come to you is possible? Rejecting to serve me food is possible?" a deadly drawl...he was freaking out...Her actions had crushed him and he was not letting it go.
The tenor and thrum of the fight had been so real... a wrangle leading to fervent admission to each other about their feelings... HIS feelings the most valuable to her...Suddenly she completely knew her folly... Folly that had caused him such pain... she hugged him tight and cried,
"I am sorry, Dev! I'm sorry..." His pain tearing her heart into shards...He sank down in her pain hugging her tight across her lap, his face pressing hard in her lap ...
"I love you Chandu!!! Nahi rah sakata main tumhare bina! nahi rahana chaahata main tumhare bina!"
(I can't live without you! Don't want to live without you!)
His raise of decibel... forceful sentences...a sudden absolute yank...a snapping of a man from within...his admission... in clear words... of his need, HER!
She sat down and he put his head in her lap, almost child-like... wanting to soothe her, wanting to be soothed by her...
She was much more than a wife to him... She was the one who had sown love in a fifteen year old boy's heart...She was the one who put smile on Dev's lips...She was the one to keep Dev alive within him!...not let Advay completely dispense with Dev...his silent heartbreaking tears pleading her...
"Keep Dev your Shiva, don't let him become shava."(Corpse)
She cupped his face and wiped his tears with her fingers lovingly...her soft touch healing his anguish within... with a juvenile Chandu look and a pout, she said
"Mujhe Bhookh lagi hai" ( I am hungry)
"haan???"
"I am hungry."
Her innocence, her cleanness of heart reflecting in her eyes. She was such complete contrast to him. He the always rational, the always calculating one...she not thinking with her grey matter; but rather with her pristine heart and gut! He smiled, he smiled with all his heart.
Her heart tripped like mad with his smile. She smiled back. Both hugged each other tightly...a lovely lyrical hug saying Rabba Ve...so much tenderness, longing and loving...all in a single hug...a lifetime of loving shared in a single moment!
He pushed the noodles cup back in her hands. She ate voraciously, having been hungry since the morning... he watched her in absolute love...with so much of tenderness for her...Poor girl of his, had gone hungry the entire day... All because of him...remorse took hold of his heart...
He always ends up making her go hungry while knowing hunger makes her feel giddy... she noticed the sadness on his face...she wanted to wipe out all pain in his tender loving gaze...She passed the remaining noodles to him to share...
He smiled again; he loved eating what she had already eaten...All ready for a lover's game, he deliberately ignored the fork in the cup and put his fingers in. He picked a bunch and put it in his mouth...
Yuck! She just watched flabbergasted...What is he doing? There is a fork given; yet he's putting his fingers inside! How can he act like a barbaric? Dev was fully aware of her discomfort. He knew what would irritate her further. Just to tease his Katto Gilheri, he was going to do exactly that. Purposefully, he licked his fingers after chewing the noodles...slowly... seductively!
"Eyuuu uuu uuu uuu!" Chandni screeched in total disgust! How could he do that? Simply, how could he? Unimaginable! Intolerable! My husband, the love of my life, doing what he did? Yuck! Thousand questions crowded her mind and equal expressions on her face.
He watched...in total love...in total happiness...she was back...life was back! This is how he loved her; this is how he had wanted her when he first goaded her in kitchen today... this is how she really was! His Katto Gilheri! Earlier pain and anger having been abated, desire murmured in his heart.
"What happened? Didn't like it?"
He was goading her further, his voice husky... sexy... "As such, my fingers don't taste great when licked, lemme lick something else, very tasty..."
He brought his mouth disturbingly close to hers...
"Dhattt!" she blushed at his raunchiness and ran away... He ran behind her ... like a callow lover... running dopily after her... he felt so young again... like years were taken out from his age!
She went and stood near the window...he reached immediately and hugged her from behind...his favorite pose now...making him feel absolutely content with her in his arms...making him feel emotionally completely connected...she was looking steadfastly at the showers pouring even now...
"Kya dekh rahi ho?"(What are you looking at?)
"Iss phuaar ko...(These showers...)
you know Dev, I always watched the storms from my window... I saw your reflection there!... And every time I asked that reflection,
E Saavari neeli ghata, dil pe dastak dogi kabhi
(Oh blue cloudy skies, would you ever knock on my heart)
Rimzim teri aaghosh mein, youwan mera logi kabhi !
(In your pleasing embrace, would you ever take my youth)"
He smiled and hugged her tighter taking all her youthful beauty in his strong manly embrace.
"Aur kya kahati thee isse?...humm? Tell me what you told my reflections."
"After our last fight,I knew you thought of me as wrong...you had been so angry with me...never wanted to listen to any word of mine... So I kept requesting
Man yeh mera mrunmayee Sahi
(My heart might be born from soil)
Mrudgandh iss meinbhi bhara hua
(yet, the fragrance of soil is filled inside)
Mere srujan ka har kan kan
(Every divine creation urge within me)
Panapkar hasane tarsaa hua
(is anxious to sprout out and smile)
Taoufa Tumhare aasmaan ka; doge mujhe kabhi na kabhi
(Will you ever gift me your heavenly lifesaving donation)
Rimzim teri aaghosh mein, youwan mera loge kabhi!
(In your pleasing embrace, would you ever take my youth)"
He felt hugely humbled...His Chandu was admitting her having flaws; yet so correctly knowing that she had virtues to make his life fragrant...
Even if she were soil, she had the capability to give out fragrance to reach his skies... The very motherhood within her wanted to sprout up and smile...like the earth sprouting after rain-shower...and for that she wanted his contribution, his donation of the seed... His Chandu was asking him to impregnate her!
Could there be anything more humbling than this for him? Could anything in the world bind him more? Could anything make him belong more?
He turned her around slowly and stole a moment from the hour .......with tenderness, within finite love he looked at her .......both totally lost in each other...a timeless moment...he wanting to give, she wanting to take...their oneness being carried further into a new life!
He so desperately wanted to say so many things to her... at least one thing to her... he put the music on with remote nearby...
The music trilled in...Their music...flowing through just their looks...
"Umrein lagi kehte hue; do lavz the ik baat thi"
(Took entire lives to say, just two words, just one thing)
He cupped her face... so much in his eyes...a light of total devotion to her...a feeling that had complete range, depth, veracity...telling her...all his life, he had missed her...loved her...wanted her!
"Voh ek din Sou saal ka " (that one day of hundred years)
A lone silent tear rolled down her cheeks with the memory of the day! His eyes filled with anguish and slowly tenderly he wiped the tear with his thumb.
"Sou Saal ki Voh raat thee" (That night was of hundred years)
With his tenderness, she smiled knowing that the day had gone by and now, like the last night, this night would be happier, better... A harsh day melting into a magic night...filled with happiness to last for a hundred years!
"Kaisa lage jo chup chaap dono
palpal mein poori sadiyan bita dein"
(How would it feel if without uttering a single word, in that one moment, two souls would spend Eons just like that)
He wanted their bodies to talk even when their lips remained silent...he wanted to gift her a whole lifetime of happiness in just that one moment of theirs...
She was the"saaj" (instrument) and he wanted to play her...bring music in every pore of hers...desire lain bright and refulgent in two hearts...slowly his lips grazed against her neck...seeking her permission...he, the ocean and she, the moonlit shore...ebb and flow...the ocean adhered to the shore...the shore wanted the ocean to stay always alongside...break all limits and breach the shore...the shore wanted to melt, merge... the eyes said, submerge me... I am your instrument, play me!
Her body quivering with desire...Her every nerve a taut string...a ravishing beauty...alluring him to her...an overwhelming need propelling him...he plucked each string hungrily with his mouth...with guiltless vast passion of his...and music flew from her body...exhilarating her...gratifying her
Lovemaking becoming into a mellifluous melody of wanton love...of untrammelled passion...of longing, sensual yearning, love and beyond.
Bol na halke halke, bol na halke halke
(speak up softly, speak up)
Passion overtaking him, he plundered her lips, her mouth. His eyes spoke, his body sang, his hands screamed!
Hoth se halk halke bol na halke
He found her beautiful in every inch of hers and just wanted to drink up the inebriation of her beauty.
Dhaage tod laaon chandni se noor ke
Goonghat hi bana don raushni se noor ke
(bring the strings from the moonlight and with that light make her veil)
Willingly she came into his tight hug, crushing her to him... all abashment flown away
Sharma gayi to aghosh mein lo
(If she blushes, take her in your embrace)
And then she kissed him back, equalling him in passion, in longing. A scary tumult of sensations in her...
Saanson se uljhi rahe meri saanse
(let my breaths remain tangled with yours)
Bol na halke halke
Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na HalkeHalke
Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na HalkeHalke
Honth Se Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke
Both giving into their fervent passion... demanding, giving, submitting...he pushed her against the wall, and his mouth moved down her body... her legs feeling weak gave under her and she sank down... he climbed on top of her...
Aa Neend Ka Sauda Karein,
Ik Khwaab De, Ik Khwaab Le
(come let's bargain sleep, give one dream, take one dream)
She pulled the pillow from the bed and passed to him to put under her...both wanting to be breached completely...a dream in their eyes...to unite forever!
Ik Khwaab Toh Aankhon Mein Hai, Ik Chaand Ke Takiye Talein
(There's one dream in our eyes, under the pillows of moon)
He put the pillow under her for his easy access to her core. His mouth plucked music from her belly softness...Plundered her naval bud...
Kitane Dino Se Yeh Aasamaan Bhi
Soya Nahi Hai, Isako Sula De
(Since so long, the sky has also not slept, let's pit it to sleep)
Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke
Honth Se Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke
The sargam started...he moved down to her core... a stalking devouring hunger in him...taking their passion to higher notes...all her nerves jointly responded...like all the chords being plucked together...a crescendo of music, of passion, of love...
Ma ga ni sa sa ma dhe... ma sa ma re
...He took her with him to pinnacle of pleasure... She pulled his hair out in gay abandon of pleasure seeking...the crescendo reached higher... he unified with her completely entering into her soft moulds
pa ni sa re ga ni sa...ma ga ni sa
Both moved in unison... pushing,plundering, pounding...reaching the summit...
ma pa dha ni sa
That one moment of tilting across the cliff, in unison... a moment of pulchritude!
Both completely spent out ...as spent out the skies were now...having given their showers to the soil... for the soil to germinate new life...
This time, she kissed him on his forehead...saying thanks for the beautiful gift he gave her. For his skies giving hearing to her soil's song.
Both just lingered in the moment!
Passion stirred again in him... he carried her to the bed... all the heat having been spent out, she shivered with the chill in the air... he wrapped her tenderly in the blanket...
The ache in her body was shown on her face...she looked at the marks of his passion on her soft delicate fair body... he watched in amazement his impressions on her body...marks of his own passion... was it only on her skin or was his impression already stamped on her egg , her fertility within!
He so much wanted to make love to her in that state but he was genuinely concerned for the pain in her body...in dilemma, he turned a little away...she held him back... her eyes pleaded... yes, I want it; but slowly this time, delicately...her gaze lowered down through sheer "Lajja", her womanly shyness...because I might be carrying your impression deep inside me!
A smoulder in his eyes, desire on his lips, love in his heart, passion in every pore he stared...just stared
Saiyaan...Saiyaan
Tu jo Choo le pyaar se, aaraam se
Mar jaaun
(Oh My beloved one, just touch me once with love, at peace.....and I'll die right there, in that moment)
Their indelible tie illumining the beauty and truth of their love ...all his burning, all his pain of all these years, of everything that had happened; would find Solace "aaram" in her loving healing touch...if death ever came, n whenever it came, I should be in her embrace.
Aa ja chanda baahon mein
(Come my moon, come in my arms)
He put his arms out to hold all of her to him... She willingly complied
Tujh mein hi gum ho jaaun
(let me get lost in you)
Both lost in each other completely ...till eternity of time!
Yeh naram-naram nasha hai badhta jaaye.
Jaise prem ki pujaaran mandir sajaaye
(This inebriation soft soft .....it goes on increasing..... a devotee of love decorates her temple)
It started again...lasting longer...a slow caring tender love this time... Love that couldn't be named!
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Fun and frolic back in family with a beautiful 90's song
Gulzaar's heavenly Lyric and Fateh Ali khan's melodious voice. The song itself is a beauty and then imagine Barun's expressions in the scene..... you'll find your own heaven!
Recently famed song...... it's used many times in soaps as background, IPK1 had it. so why miss in IPK3?😉
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBusG7MLN4E
Shiva does not have any riches, he has ashes on his body, snake around his neck, yet he is the best husband of the universe owing to his unmatched love for Parvati.... that's why in Hindu religion, a great husband is asked for in Gaurihar pooja before marriage....... indicating that a woman shouldn't look for riches in her to be husband but look for his love
A husband wife are always given the blessing of being Laxmi-narayan, to get prosperity and happiness in married life.
Sarvopari premi Shiv shankar, sarvottam priye Parvati
Sarv shreshth pati parmeshwar Shiv, sada suhaagan parvati
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DW7MV0PZ7go
There's so much of Barun here..... from IPK1 as well as IPK3...... somehow the confrontation in privacy of their bedroom reminds me the fight between Arnav and Khushi when she feigns fractured foot. Barun kills the scene with his subtlety in expressions.
The immediate agreement to sister's Nek, also comes from IPK1
Scroll down for Chapter 14 part 2 Episode 84 after the break
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