::Author's Note::
CONGRATS IPKKND!!!!👏
Some people talk the talk but IPKKND decided not bother and just walk the walk, and walk they did with a clean sweep of SIX awards!!
Mashallah!!😳
Now coming to the ficlet -
So over the course of time I've been asked if I'm Bengali or not by quite a few of you lol'so this ficlet is an answer to that. LOL incase it doesn't speak for itself I am very much a Bengali, born and 'well'okay not brought up..but still madly in love with Dhaka.
Also while we're on the nationality bit- just a tidbit you may find interesting -
I have a Pakistani-born mum, A Bengali dad, an American-born sister and another Scottish-born older Sister!! - insane i know - I've been told 😛
Anyway
I've used one of my Favorite Bangla songs by my favorite Bangla band SHUNNO the song is called BEDONA and I really hope you listen to the music even if you don't understand Bangla trust me it is worth it!!
MUCH LOVE,
Nmyra
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[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQrvEpGzRvA[/YOUTUBE]
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A LOVE LIKE THIS
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Tumi amar nouto shukh,
Tumi shuker bedona.
Shob shopner rong hoy nato,
Bedonar moto noy ronga.
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Khushi was furious.
This was the fourth night in a row, that Arnav had come home after twelve, without bothering once to call and let her know.
It wasn't that she didn't understand. She did.
With Paris Fashion week coming up, he was so tired, he could barely make it to bed, much less stay up to listen to her rant at him over not taking care of himself.
He'd forgotten his medicine this morning and when she'd tried to call him to remind him he'd rudely informed her he'd managed quite well before her and didn't need her mothering him. Mothering him!
Jerk!
She was his wife!
She'd bloody mother him all she wanted!
Not that he thought of it like that, why if it hadn't been for Aakash's hurried call to Jeeji hours ago, she would probably be out of her mind with worry, but Aakash had been texting Jeeji updates so that she could pass them on to her.
She was waiting silently in the foyer as he walked in briefcase in hand, hair tousled, tie slightly askew. He was an impossible man to love. And yet she couldn't seem to stop loving him.
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Jiboner shob kotha noi
Ami jibon takei bolte chai.
Hoyto du bakko noi sheto,
Bhalobashar kabbo koye..
Ami kobi noi,
Tobu kabber bhashai bolbo aaj ...
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Arnav Singh Raizada, was no mere mortal. He bowed down to no one. He looked up to no one.
And once upon a time ...he feared no one.
Until her...
Staring mutely at him from the shadows of the foyer, as if he needed sight to sense her presence.
She'd driven his well-driven office half mad today.
Twenty-phone calls in less than ten minutes.
Stuck in a constant strand of meetings he didn't even have the time to talk to her. Besides if he had spoken to her, she would have known he wasn't half as well as he claimed even if he'd lied to her.
And he hated lying to his wife.
Instead he'd had to be a jerk, with the hope that she'd be too mad to call back. But then again this was his wife he was dealing with and since when had she ever been predictable.
Within moments, his entire senior staff had been plagued with vibrating phone calls until Aakash had undertaken to send Payal regular updates.
His mouth twisted in a self-deprciating smile as he held out a hand for her to take.
Her wide doe eyes watching him intently she stepped out from behind the pillar.
"Aap kaise ho?"
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Tumi bolle aji du jone
Nil ronga brishtite bhijbo.
Rodela dupure eki sathe
Notun shure gaan gaibo..
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Her eyes fixed on the dark circles under his eyes, Khushi slipped her hand sweetly into his, asking softly as she felt his finger's close over hers and pull her closer, "Aap kaise ho?"
And there it was again that ever enigmatic look, she felt like she was hypnotized unable to look away.
Would it always be like this, she wondered.
She lifted her free hand to his face, tracing the harsh line of his mouth, only to have it fall further into her cupped palm as he bent down to lower his briefcase.
Expecting him to perhaps at most press a kiss to her palm as he resurfaced, Khushi couldn't help but let out a startled little gasp, as he swept her into his arms, his lips brushing against her forehead where she'd tucked her face into the hard curve of his neck.
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Shesh bikeler chayai
Nil akasher buke ami
Lal ronga shopno akbo..
Ami kobi noi,
Tobu kabber bhashai bolbo aaj ...
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"Aap thak gaye hain." Breathed a soft voice into the curved hollow of his neck, her soft hand splayed out over the wide expanse of his chest, one lone finger tapping softly at the bars of his heart.
It astounded him, how this one person, with one look, with one kiss had the power to bring him to his knees.
Silently without a word he carried his nymph-like wife, up the shadowed stairs, putting her down only once they'd reaching the sanctuary of their room.
He kneeled into the cushioned softness of their bed as he placed her down upon it, brushing a loose tendril from her eyes as he looked at her.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, his eyes taking in the hurt shadowing her own.
She'd been worried.
About him.
It'd been a long time since he'd taken someone else worry into consideration when he was working. Least of all when it was directed at him.
But every time he would tell himself she needed to stop, every time he would tell her'it would result in her looking at him like he'd asked her to stop breathing, and the very thought that she was in pain over anything at all...made him ache.
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Tomar hashir shrabon dhore
Shopno niye bhaste chai.
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And so he repented. Like a wayward child his apology mixed with just a tinge of amusement at his present predicament , until he brushed his lips across hers.
Then there was nothing child-like in him.
His mouth covered her in a kiss of near impossible sweetness. Every nip, every soft press of his lips drawing a delicate whimper from his wife until finally she opened to him, helpless yet victorious.
It bewildered Arnav how this woman in his arms, could at once make him feel like a king and a peasant, how every smile could raise him to heights he never imagined, every tear drag him to depths even he had never visited.
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Tumi bolle aji du-jone,
Shat Ronga projapoti dhorbo..
Nonabali chorete eki sathe,
Akasher shomudro sthaan dekhbo..
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Dragging his lips away from hers he rested his forehead on hers for one brief moment, before sitting up to strip off his now unbuttoned vest, his hands on his shirt buttons as she, trailed a naive hand down his nape and shoulder blades in gentle circular motions and whispered into his ear, her words the sweetest plea, the most impossible truth, "Love me?"
"I do."
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Godhulir alo adhare keo
Nei sathe du-jona
Nil er buke aaj harabo
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Her hands stilled for a brief second, and then he felt her press herself against his back her voice a mere wisp of wind across the closely cut hair on his nape.
"Then let me love you."
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Ami kobi noi,
Tobu kabber bhashai bolbo aaj ...
Tomar hashir shrabon dhore
Shopno niye bhaste chai.
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StT reader's please don't throw eggs i swear i'm almost done with the next chappie i was working on the flash backs which is why i was late...😛
Also Special thanks to My Dodokin's aka Nabila/18Shabbo and Naddiya26 for help with the video 😳
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