WARNING: VERY VERY MATURE CONTENT
Dear all,
Very few dialogues for Khushi, but I think you should be able to enjoy this ARHI moment.
CHAPTER XIV
Dhyanchand Raizada proudly watched his son stand up to his mother and take his bride. He had been worried as to how his first-born would fare in life, because Akaash could not hurt anyone. He would rather hurt himself than see others hurt on his account. But Akaash's actions today taught him that his son was no push-over. ASR, Nani and Anjali looked on proudly from their vantage points while Manorama, Garima and Buaji were stupefied at the happenings. Nani was the first to recover.
Nani: Panditji aap yahan hai to vivah ki vidhi sampoorna kijiye. (Addressing the priest, since you are hear why dont you stay back to complete the wedding rituals)
Priest delighted at the prospect of receiving double dakshina: Ji avashya, main havan ki tayyari karta hoon, aap vadhu ke pita ko bulaiye. (Sure, I will get the sacred fire (havan) going, please call the bride's father)
The newly wed moved from one elder to another to receive the blessings starting with Nani and it was given very willingly.
Nani: Aapki shaadi aissi hogi, aissa to socha nahi tha, lekin humein aapki pasand par naaz hai aur jis tarike se aapne is rishte ko nibhaya hai, humein garv hai ki aap humare pote hain. (Did not think your wedding will turn out this way, but I like your choice of bride, the way you stood up for your beliefs and acted upon them. Really proud that your are my grandson)
Nani summoned the three Prakash's and asked them to get Shashi Gupta to the temple area. After completion of that task, she instructed them to add a few more items to the dinner menu. She passed her set of keys to Anjali and asked her to get the package that had been reserved for Akaash's wife. While Anjali tended to the task, Nani went to Manorama and Garima and congratulated them.
Nani: Wah Manorama, badhai ho, tumhare ladke ka action kya rang laya hai dekho. Badhai ho Garimaji. (Congratualtions Manorama, look at the fruits of your son's action. Congratulations Garima)
Garima: Ji''..Dhanyawaad, aur aapko bhi. (Thank you and congratulations to you too?)
Payal and Akaash now bent down to seek Manorama's blessings
Manorama: Hum nahi maante is shaadi ko. Aee Pandit chalo inke ulte phere karva do aur iss shaadi ko reverse karo. (I do not accept this marriage. Hey Pandit, common reverse this marriage, but do something)
Priest: Manoramaji, hum aissi koi vidhi nahi jaante, yeh shaadi to ho chuki. (I do not know of any procedure to reverse a marriage)
Manorama: To iss shaadi ki dakshina nahi doongi main. Aur hum ihaan se abhi nikal rahe hain. Aur aap wahan se khush hokar kya dekh rahen hain. Chaliye Chaliye Akaash bitwa se kehkar is shaadi ko reverse karayee do. Hai Daiyaa, Woh Miss Seeta with Gold ki Dukan, sara sona gayaa, aur woh Ms. Gudgaon jiski skin itni beautiful thi, ukki saari goodness chali gayee. Aur hum bhi to naya stock nahi check kar payeen. Hai humne to us Anamika, Madhurika aur Atulika ko dekha tak nahi. Kahan humra sky-se-high Akaash bituwa, aur kahan yeh pairon ki Payal. Ekdum opposite (Addressing the priest - I am not going to pay for your services for conducting this marriage. I am not even going to stay here now. Addresses her husband ' Wipe that stupid grin off your face and what is there to look so happy about. Come on convince Akaash to reverse this marriage. Oh lord, I have lost all that gold from Ms. Seeta's gold shop, and gone forever Ms. Gudgaon's beautiful skin. I did not even get to check the new set of photographs of Anamika, Madhurika and Atulika. There can be no comparison between my Akaash (who is sky-high) and this Payal (that is worn on legs so close to the ground).
Dyanchand: Kush raho beta. Mann kush ho gaya aaj. Aur beti, is ghar mein tumhara swagat hai. (Be Happy my son, you made my day today. Payal, welcome to your new home)
Manorama (dramatically): Hello hai Bai bai, aap Welcome kar rahe hai, aapke son ne toh humare front, back, all over se knife stab kiya hai. Aur aap humare injury par salt aur chilli rub kar rahe hain. Is ghar mein to humri insult'''.(addressing her husband, u r welcoming her, your son has stabbed me in the front, back and everywhere and you are rubbing salt and chilli powder all over those wounds. Everyone insults''.)
Nani: Manorama, sambhalo apne aap ko. Itni sunder bahu mili hai, aur aap hain ki un ladkiyon ke peeche padi ho, jisse tumhara ladka ek baar bhi dekhne ko bhi tayyar nahi tha. In do saalon mein aap kuch bhi kar nahi payee, Akaash bituwa apni zidd par ade rahe na? Aur do din pehle aap ro rahi thi ki kahin Akaash bituwa kuware na reh jaye. Yeh sochiye yeh apne devi maiyya ka aadesh hai, aur apna lijiye apni bahuriya ko. Anjali betiya aa gayee aap, Payal betiya yeh joda aur gehne aapke liye. Jhut se pehenkar aa jaeeye vidhi ke liye. (Manorama, control yourself, you have just acquired a beautiful DIL, and you are hankering after those girls that your son did not warrant a single look. In these last 2 years, could you change his mind, he was steadfastly refusing to see any girl. Remember you were moaning that Akaash might remain a bachelor his entire life. Just think that this was pre-ordained and it is an indication from Devi Maiyya herself and accept your new DIL. Turning to Anjali- Anjali, you are here. Payal, here are some clothes and jewelry. Can you quickly change and come down for the marriage rituals.
Payal and Akaash moved to ASR.
ASR: To Akaash, tumhe main aajse kya bulaoon, Akaash ya Akaash Jiju. Tum mere biwi ke Jijaji hue to mere bhi Jijaji hue na. On second thoughts, I think I will stick to Akaash. Congratulations and best wishes tum dono ko. (So how do I address you now, Akaash or Akaash Jiju. You are my wife's BIL/Jijaji and that make you my Jijaji right. On second thoughts, I will stick to Akaash. Congratulations and best wishes to the two of you. )
And then to Anjali
Anjali: Akaash bituwa tum to chaa gaye. Kya love story hai. Wah wah maan gaye aapko. Tum dono ko bahut bahut badhai. Woh last dialogue kya tha? Tum meri ho, aur jahan bhi jaogi meri ban kar jaogi etc, etc. Accha tha, bahut he effective, kaunsi picture ka tha? Wow Akaash you really shined today. What a love story. Congratulations to the two of you. Oh btw what was that last dialogue, it was very good and super effective, from which movie was the dialogue swapped?
Akaash: Accha tha na Di? Yaad hai hum sab ne milkar dekhi thi, Darr ' Juhi Chawla, Sunny Deol aur Shah Rukh Khan ke saath. (It was good, wasn't it. Do you remember we all had gone together and watched this movie Darr starring Juji Chawla, Sunny Deol and SRK.)
Nani: Baatein baad mein hoti rahengi, chalo jaldi aao kapde badal kar. (Hurry up, you can catch up later, both of you need to change and come down quickly)
Payal turned to go to the blue room and change when Anjali intervened
Anjali: Payal apne pati ke kamre main jaeeye, license mil gaya hai. Ab to sirf formality baki reh gayee hain. (tongue in her cheek dialogue - Payal, you can go into your husband's room to change, you have the license now. We have to comply with a few formalities.)
Payal: Nahin hum yahin se badal kar aate hain. (No thanks, I will stick to the blue room)
Within a few minutes, both the family members present assembled at the temple area. The first set of rituals comprised of Payal, Garima and Shashi Gupta. Since Shashi Gupta was perched on the wheelchair, ASR was asked to sit down and in place of his FIL. The priest made sure that Shashi Gupta's hand was placed on ASR's shoulder all the time during the ceremony. That was followed by the Kanyadaan, where the bride's father hands over his daughter to the groom. Soon it was time to exchange the garlands and tie the mangalsutra around the bride's neck and the hair parting to be filled with the sindoor. The last of the rituals was taking of vows by going around the sacred fire seven times. ASR was more than happy to comply with all the rituals. Today fate had provided him a unique opportunity to commit himself to his wife again through these vows. Even though he was representing his FIL during this ceremony, when the priest was chanting the wedding vows and prompted Akaash to affirm them, he, ASR, was mentally re-affirming all the vows that he had taken along with Khushi two years ago. He understood the significance of those sacred vows and hoped that fate would lead him to the one and only love of his life.
While all the ceremonies were taking place, the three Prakash's were laying the dining table with sumptuous meal they had prepared for this impromptu occasion. The priest was fed, paid and relieved of his duty. The food was then attacked by both the Raizadas and Guptas. Shashi Gupta looked on missing his younger daughter, Khushi, but was proud to have acquired another worthwhile SIL so unexpectedly for his capable older daughter. JP and OP helped Shashi Gupta back to the green room. Garima accompanied them and ensured that her husband was given his medication for the night. Buaji excused herself and joined Garima in the green room. While the Guptas chatted in the green room, the Raizadas continued with their banter in the dining room.
An hour later, ASR excused himself on the pretext of work and retired to his room. ASR engrossed himself into work, but his concentration went astray when he heard Akaash and Payal talk as they walked along the corridor passing his room before reaching their room. He could hear their giggles and felt like a voyeur. So he stepped out into his open plant alcove and eased himself on his back on a cushioned chase lounge. He watched the twinkling stars and remembered the day when he had dropped unannounced at the farmhouse on a Sunday evening, 2 days before his 2nd wedding anniversary.
The drive that night had proved to be horrendous. Those November showers were so unpredictable. He was more than halfway down from Delhi to Sadhrana, and the skies had opened. The torrential rains left him with no option but to keep going driving forward to the farmhouse. On reaching the farmhouse, he had opted against using the front door and had decided to use the side entrance that abutted his room. He walked along the swimming pool and had meant to unlock the sliding doors from the outside and slip into his room. But his walk along the swimming pool was abruptly stalled. Khushi was sitting half drenched on a deck chair with an open, black umbrella. As she clutched the curved handle of the umbrella with her left hand, her right hand was stretched out to catch the raindrops. Her hair was bound in an unruly top knot and her hazel green eyes were lined with kohl. The copper-sulphate blue saree pallu was tucked at her waist and she had grabbed a handful of her saree and had tucked it at her waist. Her wet petticoat was visible, and her pearl tinted toe nails peeped from underneath the petticoat. The pure look of unadulterated joy on her face had held him in a trance and all he had wanted to do was to share it with her. His touch on her shoulder had scared her and he had seen a look of horror, relief and apprehension fleet across her face.
Khushi: Aap '' (you)
He had wordlessly taken the umbrella out of her hand and had led her into his room through the glass doors.
ASR: Andar chalo, beemar pad jaogi. Dekho poori bheeg gayee ho. (Get in, else you will fall sick. You are wet)
Khushi: Ji. Aapne khana khaya? (Have you eaten?)
ASR: Nahi office se aa raha hoon. (No coming straight from the office)
Khushi: Aap nahakar kapde badal lekiye, hum kuch bana detein hain. (Go ahead with your shower, in the meanwhile I will hustle up something for you to eat)
ASR could hear her anklets and her toe rings making a click click noise as she walked towards the kitchen.
ASR had divested himself and stepped into the shower. Halfway through his shower, the lights had gone off and he knew the water would not be hot for long if the generator did not kick in. But for some reason that night it had failed to come on. Knowing that Khushi was afraid of the dark, he had hurriedly finished his shower and walked over to the kitchen. The blue flame from the gas stove was like a beacon and he found her huddled near the stove with her eyes tightly shut.
ASR: Chalo aankhen kholo, main hoon na? Ab batao candles kahan rakti ho? Store room main jaakar generator on kar doonga. (I am here, open your eyes. Now tell me where are the candles? I will go down and check the generator in the store room)
Khushi: Pata nahi, kabhi zaroorat hi nahi padi. Lekin woh devi maiyya ka diya jala saktein hain. (I don't know, never needed them, but we can use the oil lamps from the temple)
ASR: Teek hai, diya lekar aao (Alright, go get it)
From the temple area, Khushi took a spare lamp, filled it with oil and a wick. She lit the lamp and both had gone to the store room to turn on the generator. 30 minutes later with no success, they both had returned to the kitchen. Khushi had prepared tea for both of them and some kichadi for ASR. She had then quickly diced some tomatoes, cucumber and carrots as salad vegetables and set the kitchen table for the 2 of them. She brought out yogurt and a bottle of pickle from the fridge. As he had consumed dinner, she had kept him company by drinking tea. The kitchen had been cleaned in the oil lamp light and both had retired.
ASR: Tumne kapde kyon nahi badle? (Why didn't you change?)
What he did not know at that time was that Khushi had never stayed at the farmhouse unless he was there. She was always at the factory outhouse.
Khushi: Hum teek hain, aap so jaeeye. (I am ok, go to sleep)
ASR: Tum diya wahan rakho aur meri baat suno. (Keep the lamp aside and hear me out)
Khushi: Jee woh'. (But I )
ASR: Tumhe kitni baar kehna padega, kapde badal kar aao. Tum aisse manogi nahi na? Main hi kar deta hoon. (How many times do you need to be told. You never listen !! I am going to do it for you)
He grabbed a hold of her left hand and yanked the saree at her waist. The action rendered him with a handful of saree pleets in his right hand and Khushi colliding into him. The collision dislodged the top knot and her hair had tumbled down her waist. He had been fascinated by her hair from their first meeting. They beckoned him. He dropped the saree and had taken a handful of that hair and pressed down his nose into them. The mild lavender fragrance combined with the smell of fresh rain on her hair was pure aphrodisiac. Soon his nose had been traversing down her ear to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The half undone saree was becoming a nuisance, so he completely took it off of her. He soon dealt with the hooks on her blouse and the garment was gently pushed down her shoulders and arms. Upclose he saw her alabaster breasts being held hostage in a black bra. Her arms instinctively came up to cover herself up. But he had stopped her with one hand, turned her around and unhooked the bra with his other hand. He had let her go momentarily to divest his t-shirt. He had turned her around to toss aside the loosened bra and take possession of the full mounds in his hands. His stomach had clenched when he saw her slowly shut her eyes. Those bee stung lips would tempt a saint. He just had to have them. He went after them like a man starved. He kissed her the way he wanted to on the Diwali day. He was devouring her and demanded reciprocity.
He broke the kiss to lean in towards her chest and caught her right nipple in his mouth. He tugged on it, sucked it deeply, laved it with his tongue and then sucked on it some more. He suddenly eased his mouth and looked at her. His abrupt movement made her open her eyes and he could see those passion drugged eyes questioning him. He hadn't wanted her this placid, he wanted her to be writhing for him. He blew on that nipple and brought out his tongue and began circling her nipple in concentric circles. There, he heard her moan and felt his hair being tugged. He opened his mouth over the nipple and bit on it. He used his other hand to palm and fondle the left globe. His used his forefinger and thumb to clasp the nipple and turned it clockwise and counterclockwise while tugging the right nipple with this mouth. He let of her right nipple to take the left one in his mouth and dish out similar treatment. The right mound received palming, kneading and tweekings. Keeping his mouth glued to her left mound, he tugged on her petticoat string. He released her to quickly rid her of both the petticoat and her underwear in one swoop. He backed her to the bed while divesting himself of the pjs and underwear. His wife he realized refused to look anywhere but in the eye. He gently sat her on the bed and laid her on the pillow. Her glorious hair formed a halo on the pillow. Taking a handful with his left hand, he kissed her again. His right hand skidded to her left breast, down to her waist and onto her to her flat stomach. His index finger drew circles along her navel. He released her lips to take possession of her left nipple again. While his right fore-finger dipped into the juncture of her thighs. She instinctively tightened her thighs, but his insistent tugging on her nipple, made her relax. He had immediately slid another finger into the orifice to part those lips at her center. Using his thumb, he found her ultra sensitive spot. He stroked using his fingertips and thumb. Mindless with pleasure, she moaned huskily grabbing his shoulders and tugged on his hair. He hoisted himself up her torso, took possession of the lips, while placing himself between her open legs and straddling her. Khushi opened her eyes again and he studied her heated gaze staring at him and at the same time trying to control her breathing.
ASR: Dard hoga''..(It will hurt)
She just nodded. Once his hips were just where he wanted them to be, cradled between her thighs, he began easing his body into hers. She gripped his shoulders. The connection made his entire body tremble. She was tight and her inner muscles clamped him. As he sank himself in her wetness, he encountered the barrier. He used his right hand to stroke her again to relax her and sucked on her left nipple. Sucking in sharply, he forged ahead with a forceful push and buried himself to the hilt. He continued to massage the sensitive spot to lubricate her further, while playing with her other nipple. A few seconds later, he started to ease out of her and pushed back in. He repeated the process more than a couple of times for her to get used to him. He then reached up grabbed her shoulders and started to ride her in earnest. Her muscles clamped him tighter as he thrust into her, rocking back and forth and going even still deeper.
Khushi: Arnavji'..
He had felt it happening to her. He felt the way she exploded, literally came apart beneath him. Her tremors passed through him, pushing him to increase his thrusts, stroking her into her first climax. And when her hips bucked up at an angle that clenched his shaft, while wrapping those gorgeous legs around him, he knew this was heaven on earth. He loved the feel of being inside her. It had felt incredible. He felt overwhelmed, overcome in passion so thick that when he ground his hips against her again, his entire body exploded. He had come in a torrential release with the strength and reckless abandon that made the pulse at his temple throb. He had shouted her name and threw his head back as lights seemed to flash before his eyes. A kaleidoscope of radiant colors blinded him, prolonged his release, while white-hot heat rushed through him, ripped into his muscles and his entire being. Her alluring scent and those innocent wonder in her eyes assailed him at every angle and he had made love to her again with a primitive hunger that hadn't let up till he lost control again, exploding inside her again.
Moments later he had eased himself off her and the bed and gone into the bathroom. Khushi had followed him. While he had walked unconsciously unclothed, his wife had wrapped herself in the bedsheet and stepped into the bathroom. He had almost made love to her against the vanity, but refrained himself with great difficulty. He had walked her back to the bed and had not been ready to let her go. He had reached out and pulled her into his arms. He had spooned her back against his chest. Draping his right hand over her breasts, he rested his right leg was over her legs and had slept like a baby.
Edited by akhilash - 13 years ago
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