Tu shirt da mere buttun soniye
One Shot
Bilingual
The scene starts when Deva is getting prepared for Farwari "s Roka.. Deva and Tara had been married for 4 months and already expressed their love confessed their past and consummated their marriage.
That he was shock would be an understatement...Dev cussed in his mind to see the display of colours on the mattress of the bed.His body was still wet along with his messy locks...as he had just bathed...
Tara Memsahab! Tara Memsahab... He yelled...as he ransacked the mattreess and instantly knew that his white and black shirts had gone disappeared.
Tara was helping Basant Kaka to pack the gifts and sweetmeats, She was yet to get ready...still looking pretty in her mustard yellow saree paired with black sleeveless blouse.
Ja Beta...Madad kar de uska zaroor usey ya toh kangi nhi mil raha hoga...ya fir uska pant istri nhi hua hai....( Go and Help him...either he had lost his comb or he might have been searching his pants )
Basant kaka laughed and Tara joined him.
Aap inko gari mein rakhwa do Kaka...mein aati hun abhi ( Pls keep these gifts in the car...I will be back soon...
Tara entered into their room...and instantly hold her lauhgter.
Yeh aadmi ekdum jangli aur pagal hai ( He is such a messy fellow!)
Is larki ki shadi jaldi hi karani padegi...bata raha hoon mein
( Its high time we should get this girl married off) Mere saare white aur black shirt dhone dal diya isne...Ab mein kya pehenunga Roke pe?? ( She has put all my black and white shirts to the washing Machine...Now what will I wear in her Roka?) Deva sulks like a kid.Oh ho!Kyun chir rahe ho Mr Malik. Tumne aap ne gile baal vi thik se nhi pocha! (Oh ho!Mr Mallik,Why are you so annoyed...You haven't even dry out your hair properly) Tara came near to her husband and fondly start wiping his messy locks.. Dev was not a man to lose this chance,He at once grab her waist and pull her towards his moist chest.
Tara wiped out his hairs,quite not minding the proximity.
"Rango se pata nhi kya chir hai tumhe...Kya kharabi hai usmeinn( Dont know why you always get vexed seeing colors!These are so nice..What is wrong with it?) Dev caressed her hairs and huskily murmur in her ears
Mein toh tere rang mein dhal chuka hu! Bas tera hi ban chuka hoon...
Areh waah Deva babu toh romance ki mood mein hai! (Oh Wow! So someone is in totally a romantic mood! Tara snaked her arms around his neck and look into her man "s eyes keya aise towel aur bina shirt ke ghum ne ka plan hai ( So Are you planning to roam around...just like this shirtless...only in towel?)
Deva brushed his slender fingers upon her lips and whisper - Khyal bura nhi hai Tara memsahab ( Not a bad idea) and tried to nibble her soft lips.
Tara pushed him lightly
jee nahi janab.. Ready ho jao jaldi se...( Oh no Sir! Go and get ready!)
Deva sulks again
Kya pehenunga main?.(What you expect me to wear?)
He lift the red shirt and said -Is me sare huye tamatar lagunga(I will look like a rotten tomato in this red shirt )
And this...he murmer,lifting the green shirt - Is mein Patta gobi (And this will make me like a cabbage)
Lifting the peach and the purple shirt - Aise larkiyon wale rang kaun pehenta hai ( Who wears such girlish colour )
Tara was controlling her laugh...he looks like a grumpy gigantic teddy bear when he sulks..
Aur yeh kya hara vaara rang leke aayi hai Farwari.. Yeh pehenunga...na toh bagicha lagunga (And what kind of green stuffs Farwari had brought...If I will wear this..I will look like a garden... )...Tara supressed her laugh and then lift a sun yellow fabric and said
Yeh pehen lo Malik sahab...bilkul Amaltash ke ful lagoge!
Why dont you wear this...You will look like an Amaltash flower...
Then she burst out into laughter,watching his puppy face. Deva,within a fraction of seconds, covered the distance between them and grabbed her waist...pulling her closer...
Ek toh aap mujhe Malik Sahab kehena band kijiye..aur doosri baat yaha aap ke pati ke pas ek dhang ka poshak nhi hai..aur aap mazak kar rahe hai (Firstly...stop calling me Malik Sahab...and secondly...Stop making fun of your helpless husband!) Tara nuzzled her nose to him and said
"Tum vi toh Tara Memsahab bulate ho..Tara kyun nhi bulate ( Even you call me Tara Memsahab..why dont you call me Tara..We are equal Deva...tum pyar ho mera...pati ho meri..Ghorewala Deva vi ho....par things have changed a lot between us...(You are my love Deva...You are my husband...Its true you will still be the stable boy Deva...but things have changed)
Deva kissed her neck and replied- Aap Tara Memsahab...Aur mein Aap ka Ghorewala Deva...humari jo safar hai isi naam se shuru hua tha...pyar ko ho jane dijiye...Aur yeh nam vi reh jaane dijiye...aap ki muh se Deva sunna accha lagta hai...( Our base of relationship was our friendship.. The journey started off with Ghorewala Deva and Tara Memsahab...So let the love happen...and let the names be intact...It gives me an other level of contentment when I hear you calling me.Deva...
Tara lift a midnight blue shirt and make Deva wear it and pinch his nose
Kitni bar kaha hai ki shuv mauke kala nhi pehente...us din diwali ke raat us sea green kurte mein kitne acche lag rahe the tum...Aur aj farwari ke roke ke din aur acche lagoge...man lo apni Tara Memsahab ki nashihat...(I told you several times...that one should not wear black on auspicious ocassions..You looked so handsome in sea green that day...and now you will look more handsome in blue! Trust me Deva!)
Deva- Ek kam karte hai kapde rehne dete hai Basant kaka ke sath Farwari ko bhej dete hai...Aur hum...Deva tries to come too close to Tara.. (Lets do one thing...Let Farwari and Basant Kaka to go to the party...and then we shall....).Tara immediately buttoned up his shirt...and said -In your dreams Mr Mallik...get ready and come