Hello people... Hope you all remember me if not this story. I updated this story exactly an year back and was in no mood to update. But this one person jasminerahul she requested me to update this not once but 'n' number of times .So this one is for you.
Other thing guys I haven't written a single thing in this part. This one is entirely exclusively solely written by a dear friend of mine Albeli26 (Aarohi). Few days back when I sat to write the last part but couldn't came up with anything .I was totally blank. So I requested Aarohi and in spite of being unwell herself she agreed instantly. Well I know I am lucky to have a friend like her.😳😳
So it's a kind request to all to please mention her in your comment because its completely her work. 99% of work is done by her and that 1% I did by adding pictures and posting it. She has taken care of every minute detail of this, which song to be taken, characters dresses, everything.
Without taking much time
Here goes the last part and epilogue will be posted on New Year
Enjoy and do share your views!!!!!!!!!!!
LAST PART
Dreams seen with open eyes are just an illusion. She heard such words from her teenage days from the elders. Well are not wrong either. Dreams don't come true easily. She believed over the theories that day when she lost her Appa. The hardships didn't end yet, she tried her best to compose herself and her Amma. Pursuing dentistry she decided to support her family and fulfill her Appa dream. With the hopes of new life she stepped in campus and as expected bumped with a jerk who irritated her earlier but later became a part of her life... Raman.
Love is friendship she realized the quote that day when she realized Raman being her honest friend and constant supporter in every thick and thin. Her innocent heart started to see Raman as her life partner, she dreamt to see herself as his partner but all her dreams shattered when she saw Raman with Shagun and again reality again reminded her.
A Lone tear slipped from her lashes when she came back from her memory lane. She shook her head and looked over her ring finger which was adoring with a platinum band with R carved on it. Ishita inhaled a deep breath and hugged her pillow tightly. Today she wanted to adore the ring until her lashes became heavy, until her eyes tired, until she realized she is going to become Raman's Ishita.
Her grin became wider seeing her phone screen flashing the demon name. Ishita immediately sat with crossed leg and pressed green button.
"Soyi nahi madrasan?"
"Kya karoon ek Ravan mere khayaalon se jaane ka hi naam nahi le rha. Usko bhaga sakte ho kya?"
"Hmm... vaise bhaga toh sakta hoon but bhagana nahi chahata"
"Haww kyon?"
"Are itne time baad koi tumhaara khoon choos rha hai. Main aisa chance kaise miss kar sakta hoon. Vaise bhi parso ke baad tum mera khoon peeogi"
"Ravan Kumar..." Ishita rolled her eyes and next second burst into laughter hearing his giggles. Ishita shook her head and rested her head over pillow again.
"Vaise itni raat ko kyon time pass kar rhe ho?"
"Tumhaara Matlab hai Main time pass karta hoon?"
"Lae...aaj pata laga? Mujhe toh saalon se yeh baat pata hai"
"Accha matlab maine aise hi itna sab achieve kar liya? Bhalla Industries ka CEO bana, ek beti ka baap bhi hoon main. In sab cheezon mein bohot dedication lagta hai. Especially baap banne mein" Ishita gasped hearing his flirtious remark. A blush covered her fair cheeks hearing his remark. Indeed she was his friend, they shared so many moments but the only thought of intimacy with his close friend make her stomach churned.
"Aapko...aapko na bakwas karna aata hai" Ishita managed to reply shyly and buried her face in pillow more. The churning in her stomach was not making any difference and next his husky voice shuddered her more, "Dar gayi kya madrasan?"
"Ruhi so gayi?" Ishita managed to divert topic after taking deep breaths.
"Haan sula diya hai usko. Woh toh sone ko hi ready nahi hai. Kabhi kabhi na mujhe tumse jalan hoti hai"
"Woh kyon?"
"Tumhe aur ruhi ko dekhke kabhi aisa laga hi nahi ki tum usse kuch samay Pehle mili ho. Shayad aisa rishta toh humara bhi nahi hai"
"Aisa kuch nahi hai Raman. Woh aapse bohot pyar karti hai. Agar aap uske liye Maa chahate hai toh woh bhi apne Papa ke liye ek partner chahati hai."
"Hmm samjh gaya madam. Meri beti hum dono se pyar karti hai"
"Humaari" Ishita interjected in middle. Raman bit his lip realising slip of tongue. "Aap na kuch nahi samjhte"
"Aap kab hua? Tum itni civil kabse ban gayi ki mujhe aap kehne lag gayi"
"Mujhe pata hai Aise toh tumhe koi respect dene se rha ab kyon ki main aapki biwi banne wali hoon toh maine socha kyon na main hi aapki respect built karna start kar doon" Ishita could imagine Raman cringed face. She wanted to laugh loud but bit her lips hearing his scoffs from other side.
"Has le madrasan. Parso bataaunga Tujhe. Aur haan kal subah 9 baje taiyaar rehna moti. Hume shopping pe jana hai" Raman disconnected call before giving her chance to speak.
Where other side ishita shook her head unbelievably on his antiques. She closed her eyes. The night was long for her but she knew she need to wait little more before becoming Raman's Ishita.
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Next day an enthusiastic bundle of joy jumped over ishita as soon as Ishita opened her apartment door. Ishita embraced herself in her arms and showered series of kisses over her face. Next she looked at Raman who came after taking his car keys. Ishita smiled weakly seeing him and averted her gaze at ruhi. Raman creased his brows seeing ishita but decided to ask later. Soon they hopped in his white Sedan and zoomed towards Wedding Destination for selection of there outfits.
Ishita gasped seeing the series of designer bridal dresses in row. She clutched Ruhi hand who was jumping seeing dresses for her would be mother. Raman took ishita towards south of store and made her stand infront of mannequine, "you are free to choose anything for you but I wanted you to wear this"
Ishita gasped seeing the blood red lehenga clad over mannequine. The volumetric lehenga hung low waist of mannequine which was adored with golden thread. She slowly touched soft material of veil which was designed with white and red net decorated along golden borders.
Ishita clutched Raman hand and nodded her head in affirmation. Raman smiled lightly and next moved towards men section. He knew ishita will take hours to select his dress and as expected his madrasan consumed two hours in shopping.
Raman don't know whether he should smack his head or smile seeing his two girls who were picking jewellery from Tanishq. That the site he yearned to watch for all those years.
Soon the evening came and society hall decorated with colorful drapes and led nights.
Entire hall was decorated with Ishita favourite lilies. The smiling faces were enough to make Raman contented. Dressed in beige color shervani he stole everyone gaze. Next to his was ishita who dressed in green color lehenga along backless choli. Her palms were fill with henna and her look completed with her breathtaking smile. From distance a pair of eyes were smiling with tears. The old lady was finally happy seeing her only son happy with the deserving lady beside him.
"Namaste Aunty Ji"
"Khotta Mihir. Kahan tha tu?" Santosh Bhalla smiled seeing Mihir who was panting and trying to catch breath.
"Kya bataaun aunty. Aapka beta na khotta hai hada wala. Kitna kaam karwata hai mujhse" Santosh Bhalla laughed heartly and gestured mihir to meet Raman. Seeing Mihir beside him made Raman grinned and Raman took his half brother in warm hug.
"You made a beautiful pair" Ishita hung her head down and nodded with a blush. Soon they secured themselves on comfortable couch and there eyes twinkled seeing there little bundle of joy on stage.
"Good evening everyone. Aaj main Ruhi Bhalla aap sabhi ka mere Mumma aur Papa ki shaadi mein welcome karti hoon" Raman whistled loudly seeing his little charmer on stage. Ishita smiled seeing father daughter duo. "Yun toh koi baccha apne mummy papa ki wedding nahi dekh pata but main shayad special hoon jisse bhagwan ji ne apni mummy choose karne ka right bhi diya and mujhe unki shaadi dekhne ka bhi chance diya. Thank you Papa for making Ishita Aunty my mumma"
"Please apna waterfall mat shuru karna. Darawani lagogi" Ishita smiled through tears hearing her would be husband remark and leaned over his shoulder mouthing thanks.
She hugged ruhi tightly and smiled seeing her secretary Sarika along Romi who was busy in swaying there hips on Bole Chudiaayn. The Bollywood had a great impact over our lives especially in Indian wedding, Raman concluded seeing Romi Sarika enacting as Kajol and SRK over stage.
Other side of hall a man with goofy grin secured seat near the lady who was busy in relishing butterscotch ice cream. He drool figure clad in pink anarkali who chose to ignore the world and gave her attention to ice cream. He wanted to talk with her so long but seeing her engrossed with bride make him stopped. Finally he coughed loudly to gain her attention and grinned seeing her smiling at him.
"Hello" Mihir extended his hand in hope to shake hands with her but scowled seeing her hopping in ice cream.
"Hi... sorry I can't shake hands with you. They are dirty because of icecream"
"How do you know bride?"
"Aah I'm her old fellow from school. We studied together in Chennai" bhabhi ki dost. Matlab kareeb ka rishta hai
"Kya sochne lage?"
"Koi aur nahi aaya aapke saath?"
"Koi aur kyon aayega? Amma Appa Kerela mein hai na aur main single hoon toh akeli aayi" so naive Mihir grinned seeing her eating icecream.
"Dance nahi karogi? "
"Karoongi na but baad mein. Vaise aap itna interest kyon le rhe hai mujh mein?"
"Main?"
"Zyada innocent mat bano tum. Sab samjh rahi hoon main. I hate man. Jaao yahan se" Mihir scowled seeing her lashing him. "Jaao rha hoon but sirf abhi. Humaari mulakaat kaafi lambi chalegi Miss..."
Raman hooted seeing Mihir who stood on stage in black shirt and black jeans. His new look somewhere made Mihika arched her brows. The lights dimmed soon and he started to groove his body on another Bollywood number Tauba main viyaah karke pachtaya
During the entire dance whole family was laughing but there was a soul who chose to curse this stranger. Indeed the meeting had to done...
"Papa aap dance nahi karoge? " Ruhi asked after sometime. Raman chocked wanted hearing his daughter demand. He gave pleading looks to Ishita who herself was looking everywhere but not at ruhi.
Ishita was never good in dance but at same time none of them could dare to deny there daughter. Ishita snaked her arm around Raman arm who led her towards stage.
In between cheerings and whistles ishita became nervous but decided to fix her gaze over the figure who was admiring her lovingly. She smiled little and rested her arm on his shoulder which decreased distance between them. Dil Diya Gallan in Atif Aslam voice made the air romantic and ishita decided to drown herself in her man eyes.
All those years she yearned for that fairytale love which she heard from other girls but today in between her family and in arms of her lover she lived the feelings.
"Just one night more. And then you will be mine" goosebumps came over her nape in the end of song when Raman twirled her lightly and took her in his arms back.
The morning was haste in Second floor of Akash Ganga Society. Entire floor was sparkling with colorful LED lights and both families were celebrating haldi ceremony with excitement and joy.
"Papa...jaldi aao" Ruhi yelled loudly looking towards Raman bedroom door which was closed from past five minutes. She looked towards her Dadi who was equally upset with her son antiques.
"Oye khotte. Jaldi bahar nikal"
"Maa maine nahi aana bahar" Raman stuffed fingers in his ears and sat over his bed. He never liked the whole turmeric thing. He remembered his first wedding when he looked like a peela murga in his whole wedding because of the impact of turmeric but this time he decided not to fell in his mother words again.
"Papa jaldi bahar aao varna Ruhi aapse katti"
"Le meri Maa. Aa gaya bahar" Raman made face and looked at the neighbour aunties who were drooling him like he was there prey. Raman unbuttoned his shirt and sat over stool with scowl. "Maa main Pehle hi keh rha hoon zyada haldi mat lagana varna dekh lena"
"Haan mere baap. Ab baith jaa" Santosh Bhalla swat her hand over his shoulder and started the ritual. Next ruhi came with her small hands and applied turmeric over her father face. Raman smiled little an next saw mihir who was smirking along Pammi Aunty. Next he knew his face was full with turmeric and his vest was tore apart.
" Baniyan kyon faadi? "
"Khotte haldi mein Baniyan toh faadte hi hai"
"Toh isko baniyan faado rasam bolo na. Haldi ki rasam kyon bolte ho?" Raman made face and about to go towards washroom but his eyes rested at the open door of next flat. His eyes yearned to see her once but he knew few more hours were left for them.
Other side Ishita sat on wooden stool in sleeveless yellow cotton kurti paired with white leggings till her knees. She widened her arms seeing Ruhi who came with her Raman cousin Simmi with bowl of haldi. "Aunty aapko pata hai Papa haldi nahi lagwa rahe hai"
"Kyon?"
"Woh Bole woh peela murga lagenge " Ishita burst into fits of laughter hearing Ruhi animated voice. She gave her arms to her sisters and friends who filled her hands and face with turmeric in few seconds. Ishita made Ruhi sit over her lap and hugged her from behind. In between her happiness she tried to forgot her nervousness but Raman husky words didn't allowed her to do so.
"Kaise ajeeb feels aa rahe hai murgun mujhe. Help me" Ishita exclaimed in last and kissed Ruhi lightly.
With the passing day there nervousness and excitement was on peak and soon the evening came which they waited for so long. Both families sat in different cars and retired at venue. Mandapam was beautifully decorated for the special day of business tycoon Raman Bhalla. Both different suite were booked for bride and groom for there grooming. Ishita bit her lips seeing her bridal dress kept over bed neatly folded. She loose her robe little and picked another towel to dry her hairs. She smiled weakly seeing beauticians who gestured her to sit.
Other side Raman was pacing too and fro in his suite. Ruhi and Mihir were changing clueless glances with each other. "Chachu Papa ko kya ho gaya?"
"Pata nahi beta. Ek kaam karo aap ready hone jaao main dekhta hoon" Mihir gave a small peak over ruhi forehead and send her with Simmi. "Bhai ready hona hai ya aise hi ghoomna hai?"
"Yaar dar lag raha hai"
"Kyon? Pehle baar thodi hai yeh bhai"
"Maar khaayega tu. Bhaag yahan se"
"Bhai be a man."
"I'm a man"
"Toh kyon dar rahe ho? Jaao fateh karo kila" Raman shook his head and started to wear his shervani.
As soon as he came out he met with excited Ruhi who stole everyone eyes in pink color barbie gown.
Both father daughter duo headed towards the wedding garden. The whole place was decorated with golden lights which illuminated whole garden. The place was decorated with white and purple drapes and the marigold flowers were embedded over them. In between of garden, the huge mandap was decorated with roses.
Both families didn't left any stone unturned for making the day special for there children. Raman who was busy in straightening Ruhi dress remained freeze seeing his lady walking through path of roses. He felt like his imagination became true today. Her short blouse clung around her curves and stopping below her breast gave her upper body perfect shape, below was her blood red lehenga which was designed with intricated with golden thread. She completed her look with the diamond choker in her neck and nose ring over her face.
Ishita downcasted her eyes seeing Raman burning gaze over her. She was blushing inwardly yet her eyes were yearning to memorise his looks for once. His orange colored velvet shervani along turban made him perfect for evening.
Ruhi clapped seeing her parents who was struggling to put garlands in each other necks. The wedding rituals started with bang and all eyes refused to get away from the mesmerising couple who was busy in performing wedding rituals in mandap.
"Aaj toh tum ladki jaise lag rhi ho yaar"
"Main humesha se hi ladki thi" Ishita scowled seeing smirking Raman.
"Accha. Mujhe laga tum Tom boy thi"
"How rude. Kam se kam aaj toh civil behave karo. Jungli" Raman smiled inwardly seeing his madrasan in old self and started to perform remaining rituals. Soon infront of holy fires and chanted mantras he filled her partition with vermilion and tied mangalsutra around her neck. A tear trickled from her corner of eyes when she found a pinch of sindoor over bridge of her nose.
"I promise I will always keep you happy"
"I know" Ishita whispered in end and took ruhi in her embrace who was squealing with joy.
"Now you can take everyone blessing" after taking everyone blessing ishita was about to call ruhi when she found her coming towards her with slow steps. Ishita kneeled down in front of ruhi with tense face.
"Kya hua baccha?"
"Main aapke liye gift laayi hoon. Aap logi?" Ishita looked at Raman who was equally clueless like her. Both kneeled down in front of there daughter and ishita took a small box from her hands. Raman took Ruhi in his arms curiously looked at ishita who was busy in unwrapping box. After few seconds there eyes welled seeing the content in box. Ishita took ruhi over her lap and showered kisses on her face.
Raman adored the small trophy Ruhi gifted ishita written World Best Ma:- IshiMa
"Thank you Ruhi ki mumma banne ke liye"
"Thank you mujhe apni mumma banaane ke liye" Ishita joined her head with Ruhi. Tears of happiness were trickling from there eyes which made Raman eyes watery as well. He thanked almighty for giving him the beautiful family he always desired. A beautiful mother for his daughter and a loving wife for himself.
Life is hard. If you failed to conquer few things don't cry thinking that it's your end. With time beautiful things do come in our life as well.
EPILOGUE
Edited by ruhi_ishra - 7 years ago
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