OK ladies, I had planned to write and post this tomorrow. But as I'm going away for the hols tomorrow evening and will have a mad day getting everything in order before I do, I thought it best to do it now.
I know how dry the last few epis have been. I haven't watched any since last friday except todays. And it feels like it's been weeks!!
Anyhoo, the scene is after SanRaj had their roll in the hay and is at the request of Vidya. So enjoy.
17th December
Flowers On The Terrace
Santu walked out of the bathroom, towel in hand, drying her wet hair. DM was sitting in his usual place reading his paper, oblivious to her presence. Santu stood in front of the dressing table and continued to dry her hair. She flicked her hair over one shoulder and some small drops hit DM on the face.
It awoke him out of his reading and for a few seconds he was bewildered. He put his hand to his face and wiped his cheek. Water? Where had that come from? he wondered. It was only then that he saw Santu standing there, wet hair hanging down her back. She was still towel-drying her hair, and it was now she who was unaware of her husbands appreciative glances at her.
DM folded the paper and laid it on the table. He sat back in his chair, one foot resting on the edge of the table while the other was stretched out underneath it. He rested his elbow on the armrest and twirled his mooch for a few moments, before letting it drop over the edge.
He watched as Santu took the little box of sindoor and applied it to her maang. She proceeded to put on her jewellery, and all the while DM watched her in complete, but loving silence. He had never thought that he would be watching another woman getting dressed before his dressing table mirror, after Subhadra's death.
It had at times felt strange to be sharing his space and his life with someone again. On more than one occasion he had wondered if he would be able to love Santu, as a man should love a woman. Sometimes he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to give her that right. That affection was all he might ever feel.
But those doubts slowly gave way to hope as he realised that whatever he felt for Santu was growing more and more everyday. He didn't know if he would ever have with her, what he had with Subhadra. But he knew that it didn't have to be like so anyway. His past with Subhadra was exactly that. His past with her. He didn't need to recreate that with Santu. He just needed to create their own one.
He was so lost in thoughts while watching his wife, that he was suddenly caught unawares when Santu turned around to face him. She didn't seem to have noticed anything. smiling, she walked to him.
'Malik, I need to do the arti downstairs first, then I'll give you your tea'. So saying, she was about to walk away when DM said..
'There's a parcel for you on the bed'. He indicated towards the bed with his head. Santu turned and looked towards the bed. There was indeed a parcel there. She went and picked it up in her hands.
'Malik what is this'? she asked. DM shrugged his shoulders.
'Mujhe kya pata? I just found it on the bed. Teri naam likha hai'. Santu looked at the box. There was something written on the top, but she didn't know what or in what language. Unlike DM, she couldn't have possibly known that all it said was the name of the shop. DM smiled to himself. Duffor, the sooner she learns to read and write the better. Aise toh, anyone could take advantage of her!
Santu opened the box and there inside was a saree. A white saree with silver work. Santu smiled it was lovely.
'Bahut sundar hai', she said. 'But malik who is it from?' DM shrugged his shoulders again.
'I don't know. I just saw it on the bed. Someone must have left it there when I was out of the room.
Santu was puzzled. Who would leave a gift for her like that? It wasn't her birthday, and there wasn't any celebrations going on. Then who was it from and what was it for she wondered aloud?, ,
DM got up and grabbed his towel and headed towards the bathroom, saying as he went 'hai koi'. Santu stared at her husbands dissappearing body. She decided to wear it and then went downstairs for the arti.
Sometime later she came back up to the room with DM's tea, but he wasn't there. That's strange, where has he gone? She had told him she would be back with his tea then why had he dissappeared. She went back out into the hallway and was about to head off back downstairs when the most amazing fragrance caught her attention.
It was a wonderful, floral fragrance and Santu knew exactly what it was. But where was the smell of Jasmine coming from at this hour of the morning. Everyone else except for Champakali was still sleeping, and so who would be doing anything with Jasmine yet?
She followed the fragrance all around the upper floor and as she neared the terrace it became more and more intense. Stepping out onto the terrace she could see nothing and was just about to turn and walk back when she felt someone behind her. But before she could turn around she felt a pair of hands in her and knew immediately who it was.
Having fixed the gajra in her hair DM took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. Santu smiled up at him.
'Accha, toh you're the reason the whole house smells of jasmine this morning. Yeh kya hai malik'?
DM lifted her by the chin and looked into her pretty little face.
'Did you know that the jasmine is harvested during the night when it's fragrance is most intense, so that the heat of the day doesn't cause it to fade too quickly?' It was more a rhetorical question, but Santu smiled acknowledging his wisdom. 'I asked one of the women of the village to bring a gajra early in the morning for me so that your day starts with a beautiful fragrance, jaise mere din ke shuruat teri khushbu se hone lage'.
He stroked her cheeks, and Santu blushed at his words and gestures. She put her arms around him and placed her head against his chest.
DM wrapped his arms around her in turn and rested his chin on the top of her head.
'How did you like both your presents'? he asked. Santu kept her head in it's place but asked ' So the saree is from you too'?
DM chuckled to himself. 'Then who else duffor? Do you have anyone else?' Santu squeezed him tighter.
'Nahi, aur chahiye bhi nahi'.
Edited by Rakhie_08 - 15 years ago
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