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Interesting
....anu is married to whom..... Is pre also married
oh my god , i just love this!
its real to read this , i mean its a relatable situation , and has got a real good potential , which you are definately exploiting to whole!
Anurag's sorry is still ringing in my ears, and dear , i dont know if you are on wattpad or not , but trust me post this story there dear , and it shall surely get the appropriate deal and applause there! if you need any help regarding that , ask me out , just tag your story to kzk2, anuragbasu, anurag,prerna, erica , parthsamthaan , and all this there, cause i really want this beautiful story to come out in the audience.
Each and every word looks to the point and carefully picked ,and i have completely fallen in love with your work.
The tucking of strands , and a mature admiration ,, i am completely taken !!!Love love
Amazing and Intriguing. Read All The Parts In One Go. Will Be Waiting For New Chap.
Very interesting.... your story is such a breath of fresh air... than usual predictable Kzk drama on tv... love it!👍...waiting for update...
Part 4: Bourbon
The clock read 8:23 AM when he woke up. He didn’t know he could sleep late, let alone stay sleep through the night without waking up every few hours to check emails. He didn’t have sleep issues but he was a light sleeper who had a problem disconnecting from work.
His head felt heavy and ached from the long hours of rest. Godammit! It was the last thing he needed on a day off, one he hadn’t availed in seven years since his grandmother’s passing. Work was a safe place to hide. At work, he got to have tantrums. He had control over work and in-turn work controlled him, which he approved.
Needing some fresh air, he walked out onto the balcony and got a view of the busy house grounds below him. To his right, he saw three single rooms with its own private patio, with one being opened to air the interiors. Directly in front of him, a smaller courtyard housed a tulsi plant and behind it, a shed sheltered a few cows and a baby calf. Beyond the cattle shed, a few flights of stairs led down to a large square lotus pond. Sprawling views of green paddy fields lay past it. In the far left he recognized the rear of the open kitchen he’d visited last night, next to a large old-fashioned well where few women were drawing water. The scene felt taken out of a fanciful village fiction, one he couldn’t determine had a place for him. However, the tableau in from of him did explain why city life no longer held appeal to Prerna.
He stretched his arms over his head and looked down to find her standing directly below his balcony, toweling her hair while giving instructions to another woman in Hindi.
As if keenly aware of his presence above her, she looked up, just as he leaned over the grill. She waved to him smiling and he mouthed back a greeting. “Good Morning!”
When Prerna got back to giving directions to the woman, his attention was drawn to her red silk saree and the golden pearl jhumkas that shimmered in the morning sun. She adjusted her pallu from slipping down her shoulder which revealed the curve of her waist. Unbeknownst, he stepped back from the patio wall, as he began to notice the minutiae about her profile.
He ambled into the bathroom to get through the motions to brush his teeth and splash water on his face. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, he found the elders gathered in the inner courtyard, ready for their breakfast. He joined them, however, stayed out of the conversation, by busying himself on his phone.
His father noticed him rubbing his forehead. “Anu, is everything ok?”
“Nothing Baba,” he answered without looking up from his phone. “I have a slight headache.”
“Did you not sleep well?” Prerna’s father got concerned.
Prerna entered the living area from the side door and stopped behind the chair where her mother was seated. Her mom tapped on her hand. “Bring a strong cup of ginger tea for everyone. Anurag has a headache.”
“No uncle,” he shook his head. "I think it's just the opposite. I overslept.” Prerna shot an inquiring look at him, but before he could assure her, she disappeared towards the back of the room.
The elders' discussion shifted to land prices in the area and his focus returned to the phone as it beeped a few times over incoming email. However, as his father broached the subject of Shivani’s wedding, he couldn’t help but give heed.
“So have you talked to Naveen's parents yet?” Kaka Babu cleared his throat sounding uncomfortable. "And what about the give and take matters? The Chattaopadhyays will expect a grand wedding in the least.”
Prerna’s father appeared troubled and her mother shared the sentiment just the same. “We are preparing Shivani not to get her hopes high.” Her father looked away embarrassed. “They aren’t happy about their son’s choice, so I wouldn’t go as far as wedding preparations.”
“Do you want me to talk to them? Shivani is no different than Nivi to me, Rajesh.” His father's voice took a tone of vehemence. “They are in love with each other, that’s all that matters.”
“No Kaka Babu.” Prerna cut in. She entered the courtyard carrying a tray with four teacups. “If Naveen cannot stand up to his parents and convince them over his choice now, then how can we believe that he’ll stand by her after they are married.”
His father nodded contemplatively. “That’s true as well.”
Her father continued to appear helpless.
Prerna handed his father the first cup of tea and started distributing the remaining cups to the others. She attended to Anurag the last.
His face took on an apology. "I forgot to mention that I don’t drink - ”
“Yes, I know. You drink coffee.” She gave a knowing smile and offered him a painkiller.
He was getting used to the fact that she still remembered all the little details about him. It was odd that a woman with whom he hadn’t stayed in touch for over a decade knew as much about his preferences. His guilt reinforced the conviction that he didn’t deserve the thoughtfulness she showed.
“And what about you Prerna?” His father teased, as she took a few steps towards the kitchen. “I hope you have changed your mind after our little talk last time.”
“Kaka Babu” she pleaded, hugging the tray to her chest. “I’m fine by myself. I have all of you and that’s the only people I want to worry about.”
“But you should know that we worry about you, beta.” His father added.
His heart sank wondering if her feelings for him kept her from pursuing other men. As much as he entertained the thought, he wanted to believe she knew what was best for her.
“If you are interested in someone and if it's not working out for some reason, you could at least tell us so.” His father was unusually relentless.
“No Kaka Babu.” She faked a snivel. “Let’s leave this topic here.”
“Baba” He sounded forbidding. “Please don’t put her on the spot.”
His father cast a discerning eye towards him and he knew better than to take the bait.
Anurag remained neutral and sipped through this coffee. Once done, despite her mother’s objection, he collected the empty cups and took it to the kitchen.
She was bent over a boiling pan, trying to get some curry onto a spoon.
“Don’t mind Baba.” He walked to the sink and placed the empty cups inside. “You know how he is when it concerns you.”
“Don’t tell me you bought into his act.” She blew at the hot curry and nodded satisfied with how it tasted. “Kaka Babu never says anything in vain. He questioned me in front of you so that you would bring it up - “ She flipped around and bumped into him. “With me,” she finished in a low whisper catching his gaze. Her hand clasping the spoon hit his chest and she took a step back.
“Alright - “ he drawled pleased that she made it easy for him to bring up the subject. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She leaned back on the countertop. “No!” She shook her head looking up at him. “Not if I can help it.”
Her jhumkas went back and forth in unison, directing his eyes to the curve of her neck. He took a loud breath ruffled over the particulars he regarded about her, which she mistook as a sigh.
“We haven’t talked in a decade,” she reasoned. "You don’t expect that we will go back to sharing everything overnight, do you?"
“Fair enough.” He sighed for real accepting the reality of the day but managed a smile eventually. “So what can you share?”
“How about my plans for today?” She chirped.
“And that is - ” he prompted.
“I’m taking the couple from London to the Haldi function. It’s the first of the two-day wedding experience they signed up for. Do you want to join us?”
"If I do come for the Haldi what do I get?” He was curious to see how far he can push his luck.
“Everything is not business Anurag.” She reached sideways to turn off the stove. "Come if you feel like it. Live a little. Don’t be such a stick in the mud."
She inched away to reach for a bronze container. "When was the last time you went to a wedding and had fun? Your own wedding doesn’t count.”
“No one has fun in their own wedding Prerna.” He rolled his eyes recollecting his own experience. "Take it from me.”
“Fine, what will entice you to ditch your second wife?” She asked as she struggled to open the box.
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Your work?” She clarified.
He approached to help her with the box. “That would be the first wife.” He corrected her.
“There will be dancing and singing. And your favorite rabdi with jalebi.” She seemed thrilled at the promise of what the day held for them.
“All the reasons I should avoid it.” He fought with the lid for a bit before opening it and found two unopened boxes of Bourbon biscuits inside it.
Just like that, a heaviness crept into his heart. He couldn’t tell the number of times they had made up over Bourbon biscuits.
When she’d clasped his hand at the ghat, it opened a box of memories in him. The moment asked nothing of him, just as all the times they had spent together. Her tentative hold and the small tremble he sensed then tormented him. At first, he couldn’t place her apprehension to touch even to comfort him, but he came to believe that it was natural given that he’d distanced himself. In his 20s he didn’t know how to nurture a friendship with someone who felt differently for him. Sadly, he didn’t have the words to tell her that he’d done so to protect her; given her a chance to move on without the hurt from being around him without reciprocation. However, as he embraced the succor she offered at the ghat, he realized he’d never been there for her.
The silence between them had faded, but the chasm between them was deeper and a quiet desperation grew in him to erase it all.
She snatched back the box and placed it on the countertop, to tear open one of the packs. Her small pout told him that she was losing her spirit to play along.
Taking out a biscuit, she separated the wafers. She extended the one without the chocolate cream to him. “You can have the one with the cream if you agree to come to the haldi,” she propositioned.
As a kid, he’d used the same overture with her. “I thought you would have forgotten about our Bourbon negotiations.” His voice gave away the regret that had become a constant presence.
“Somethings are etched for life, Anu.” She sounded alone and small.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her, but instead, he decided to make light of the situation. “Then - “ He reached for the wafer with the cream, "this one has my name on it.”
She dodged him and lifted the wafer higher up in the air forgetting he wasn’t a four year old she could tease. Shuffling around she fended off his advances, but it was already a game to him. Before she could sidestep again, his arm circled her waist and held her close. She went still, while he plucked the wafer from her limp hand.
With a devilish grin, he let her go and bit off the creamed wafer. “I need something to wear.” He tipped the remaining biscuit at her to show off his victory. "When I packed I didn’t know I was attending a wedding.”
“I’ll find you something.” She was rooted to the spot. "We run a boutique for the guests,” she managed a response looking away.
She exited the kitchen as he finished off another biscuit. Left alone, his smile vanished. His mind’s eye played the image of her hand tugging at her kurta to steady herself when he pulled her against him. He bent down to pick up the button that had fallen out in that instant.
On another day, he wouldn’t have cared for the bauble, however today, he couldn’t help but pocket it. Far into the future, he knew the button marked the moment that would be his own secret, just as the many she held.
I really like your writing style.
Again I have a question.. Anurag came to Kashi now to do the last rites of grandmom. But his grandmother died 7 yrs ago. Wht look him so long to complete the last rites??
I really like your writing style.
Again I have a question.. Anurag came to Kashi now to do the last rites of grandmom. But his grandmother died 7 yrs ago. Wht look him so long to complete the last rites??
Glad you like it Aurtika.
We'll explore that. Just as prerna told Anu, they have met after a long time, so its not like they are going to be sharing everything overnight :)
oh my god , i just love this!
its real to read this , i mean its a relatable situation , and has got a real good potential , which you are definately exploiting to whole!
Anurag's sorry is still ringing in my ears, and dear , i dont know if you are on wattpad or not , but trust me post this story there dear , and it shall surely get the appropriate deal and applause there! if you need any help regarding that , ask me out , just tag your story to kzk2, anuragbasu, anurag,prerna, erica , parthsamthaan , and all this there, cause i really want this beautiful story to come out in the audience.
Each and every word looks to the point and carefully picked ,and i have completely fallen in love with your work.
The tucking of strands , and a mature admiration ,, i am completely taken !!!Love love
Thank you Nancy for your kind words. I'll reach out to you...
just loved it ......its such a complicated human emotion , beautifully portrayed , exceptionally penned.
Originally posted by: TheWritingQuill
FF: Lost & Found
Index
Part 1: By the Ganges
Part 2: All that was unsaid
Part 3: Uncharted
Part 4: Bourbon
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