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Originally posted by: tamanna1391
kya ye divorce paper de raha hai if yes then please don't do this
Hiii rosy😛
Big hug for you''🤗
Aaa gayi m'..badi der se aayi naa, gustakhi maaf huzur 😉 😉
I was hooked to such situation that I couldn't manage to come on IF but now ufff iam free finally'.yet chuphte chuphate 😉 I read few updates'.now you must b thinking "ye ladki ne kya kand kiya" lol 😆 😆'..if I tell you the reason naa then iam dam sure, your laugh will definitely break out'.so jaane de'..u know naa how much I care for you 😃 , I couldn't see our rosy wid stomach pain due to loads of laugh lol 😆 😆😆
😊MERI ADHURI KAHANI😊
The first question that came to my mind after reading the name of your new FF was "would it be really an incomplete story" lolz *confused muh* 😕
The prologue is very well written rosy..👏enable o make the readers curious for upcoming story :p😛 and guess what its not only enhaces my curiosity but also the confusion lol😆. Anyways leave it, its not important , as I have lots of updates to read and they are enough to clear all om confusions'.kabhi kabhi galatiya b achchhi hoti h 'naiii😛
"his heart was taken away by her,broken by her and then it was in pieces becoz of her"'hmm so it's the mamla of dhoka and who will be dhokebaaz *curious*
"the most predictable thing about life is that its very unpredictable"'.wow superb line'.i got my new FB status lolz 😆
😊CHAPTER 1 "AJNABI EHSAAS"😊
Woaaa'in starting I thought that nakku is that gal jispe dutta ka dil aya , upar se she is ganpats daughter naaa but nope she is sups😲 . now if the story has a dhokebaaz like sups then definitely dhokha will be there.
So this update gonna be through the POV of dutta himself. 👏
When the marriage preparation was going on, the way u give all the descriptions ⭐️'..it clearly extracts the happiness, quite childish shyness, the exult behavior 'in simple words "the purana wala dutta" of laagi. Always loved to see the mollities of dutta .😳 😳
Oh ho shopping pe shopping..glad to see that the likeness of dutta and sups linearly differs '..waise ye kharid rahi h ya loot rahi h lol😆
Baajis reaction was as always exorbitant'.loved it " soch le bhau, shaadi se pehle itna kharcha karwa rahi h to shaadi k baad kya hoga" 🤣
The way sups giving regular shy why waale expressions and showing the selfishness wala behavior ,,,,I was like "tu karne kya wali h sups" 😆 😉
Wooo sone pe suhaga the kundlis of sups and dutta haven't matched fairely'vadiya ji vadiya'daal gonna be kali soon lol (is iam the -ve character :p)🤣
Wedding day arrived and sups raffuchakkar'dear sups ji exulerate our poor dutta'"ab tera kya hoga kalia" lol waise sups ji if u were abt to ran away wid ur lofar chokra ravi to itne papad kyu bele :P😆
Duttas anger is at its top and she enters'oye hoye aa gayi apni heroiniii'😃who else can call him sahib h ki naiii'waise rosy I never tell this to anyone that the one of the biggest reason becoz of which me get hooked to laagi (after the crush on dutta😳) and the second reason is that ..just as nakku calls dutta his "sahab" , my mom too calls my dady "sahab"😃
Hmmm so the as the title is ajnabi ehsaas'..whose that ajnabeee '.nakku?????😕
comment for chapter 2 (have to read it carefully again...will comment tomorrow)😛 😊
Originally posted by: aishwish
Hey rose!🤗hi aish 😊Okay, first of all, the siggee created by Sonee, beautiful it is⭐️..hmm me too liked it ..thanksHmm, so this time it's faasle darmiyan👏 (good, between him and other girls faasle is a must..lol)hopefully in other girls i am not included ..lol..As a reader, this experiment of yours, (having the updates as narratives of the leads) is immensely entertaining,...thanks for the appreciation ..it means a lot to me .. but at the same time, it must be really tough yaar,...you bet ...as it is writing is hard for me and now in this style its getting extremely difficult .. I mean to show the take of both of them on the same issue, is just like writing the same sequence twice,..yup its like the loose ends left by one are picked up by the other in the next updt and with that the story moves forward.. making them sound completely different to each other...sometimes they are different while sometimes they are not depicting whether tasha are on the same wavelength or notOh! The pain naku is bearing was quite evident, it makes me pleasantly surprise (read shocked..lol) that naku has managed to garner more of my concern than dutta..i can understand why ..coz what dutta has gone through we all know but what nakku has , we dont , so kind of curious n concerned at the same time.., and the way she's dealing with all the painful changes his life is going through, it makes me more n more empathetic. The very first para itself managed to strike some chord in me, and now I feel totally connected to her...glad to know thatSo, they don't have meals together. Dining has always been a remarkable aspect of tasha's relationship ....and i have used this aspect a lot in my previous writings ..lol..So, no points in guessing that soon in the future you'll make them share a meal..they will for sure but how soon ..thats the question .., but the way the details of their isolated eating, or the fact the dutta doesn't consume the food prepared by her is mentioned, I guess there's something special in your mind regarding their having food together....well i dont know whether you will find it special when they actually share a meal or the circumstances around at that point of time draw more attention..😕 So, she's into stitching, I thought dancing (as my earlier prediction of singing flopped..lol), but nevertheless stitching is good too, after all dutta's heart needs to be mended..lol. It says that dutta has a small n loving family, does it mean that no kala, leela, roops n their hubbies this time? Not that I complain or miss them.yup only AS,madhu n baaji ..no unnecessary crowd this time ...lol, I just wanted to know that whether they not at all exist in the FF or they are part o it, but hadn't made an entry yet.? I quite liked the way she noticed the wall he has created between himself n his family but what I liked the most was her concern over him being a loner.LOL, he came in carrying his trademark whiskey bottle,😆..this nakku has a strange sense of humor which she herself is unawre ofseriously it's so funny. OMG, sweetheart is hurt, why rose why?😭 ..u know i love to see dutta getting injured and nakku nursing him ..so romantic Oh! I can totally imaging that groan that escaped from those sexy lips,..uff what imagination ..lol.. in fact Mishal's voice is ringing in my ears😳. I loved where he said, that being DSP's wife she needs to get habituated with all this. With sups she only shared the silky smooth aspect of his life, where as with naku he's sharing the harsh rough ones, he doesn't realize that this will help them bond at a completely different level...u r right ..its pain that always brings them togetherLovely baji naku sequence, any girl not well acquainted with duji is bound find some of their traits weird,...lol I'm glad you mentioned it....seriously yaar in the show too it used to annoy me that baaji would never take injured dutta to a doc ..😡Now, the marham patti scene, I loved how he resigned in front of her, but ye kya back tak toh theek tha, but the neck?.thank me its only the neck n not those sexy lips ..lol..., I mean did I said that I'm concerned for this girl?? I take it back?she's so chaalo, she trying to milk the situation by exploiting my sweetheart
, rose do something...lol..tell me honestly ..do u really want a SR between them ..i dont know how will u handle it ..lol.. But this whole neck nursing sequence if on screen, would be an oo la la scene.I SWEAR .lol
So, she hates rain, courtesy her past, I guess this is first time that your female lead has a disliking towards rains... a lot of things are happening for the first time in this ff , like nakku not cooking for him, tasha not sharing a meal n bed ..lol..no gifts being exchanged ...no sweet talks ..nakku not trying to woo him ..lol..etc etc Irony indeed, they both hate rains, and the rain is the only witness of their first proper conversation. LOL, Hardly afraid to open my mouth in front of him😆that's what I guess, connects me to her...i think so ..we both love to open our mouth i guess thats why ..lol.. Aww?he noticed the void in her eyes, he's a sweetheart in every single sense. So, she chose to keep her pain to herself only, wicked you, raising our curiosity regarding her past...patience my dear ..u know nah ..sabr ka phal kya hota hai ???.lol,two gestures, of dutta, that caught my attention, one, when he drank the liquor before speaking, and the other one where he shook his head in defeat, though small these two enhanced the effect of the sequence...aww thanks again for noticing such small things ..Okay, where it has been mentioned that naku has her meals onece he finshes his, just because she thinks that it's one of her marital duties, I loved it, naku is a traditional girl, with modest education, she's bound to take marriage like this, but still she's bold when it comes to opining herself, has a self esteem, doesn't throws herself in the feets of dutta, just because he'sher pati parmeshwar, a misconception most of the people have about girls belonging to small towns or those who are modestly modern in appearance! thank you for not keeping it that way. ..TOTALLY AGREE WITH U ..Why I think that whatever she does doesn't goes unnoticed by dutta....AND WHY DO I FEEL THE SAME ABOUT YOU ..lol..I loved the way he shooed her away, when she tried to raise the topic of his neck again in the morning.why not ...😆 ...The kitchen scene is absolutely fanastic, poor girl must be hurt, but still she only felled, would I ever hear "Aishwarya" I'll have a heart attack for sure...rofl ..i have a little story behind this which i shall tell u later ..some personal experience ..shhh Though she too is having side effects in the form of constanct ringing of his voice in her ears.Liked the whole sequence where she cleared to him that what "S" stands for, but more eager to know dutta's perspective on this issue.I know how much you loved to leave a smile on your readers face with your endings,...aish ..are u a mind reader ????? tell me ...coz u sometimes u read my mind so well .. but trust me this time too they are no less fab, the kind of melancholic effect these two three lines manage to deliver, often amazes me...though i wish to end on a positive note but this time around i am not able to do so ..glad u r still liking itWell that was all from my side. Thank you for the wonderful update...thanks so very much for ur mindblasting comments ..lol..Waiting for the next❤️ (which will be soon..lol)@promo: I was about to ask about one, update soon!P.S. About the most important thing aka SR, I don't mind who ever narrates it, as long as dutta gets his football team.😉..to have a football team we shall need more than one SR ..i know what ur reply will be ," I DONT MIND " ..lol..I appreciate that the money issue will take to settle, even I want the same!..thanks
Originally posted by: MishalsFAN
Hiii rosy😛
Big hug for you''🤗same to u dear ..good to see u back
Aaa gayi m'..badi der se aayi naa, gustakhi maaf huzur 😉 😉..u know nah apko sab maaf hai ..
I was hooked to such situation that I couldn't manage to come on IF but now ufff iam free finally'.yet chuphte chuphate 😉 I read few updates'.now you must b thinking "ye ladki ne kya kand kiya" lol 😆 😆'..if I tell you the reason naa then iam dam sure, your laugh will definitely break out'.so jaane de'..lol..i dont mind listening i am sure u must have had a blast ....u know naa how much I care for you 😃 , I couldn't see our rosy wid stomach pain due to loads of laugh lol 😆 😆😆
😊MERI ADHURI KAHANI😊
The first question that came to my mind after reading the name of your new FF was "would it be really an incomplete story" ..god forbid agar adhuri reh gayi ..toh aap log mujhe nahin chodege lolz *confused muh* 😕
The prologue is very well written rosy..👏enable o make the readers curious for upcoming story :p😛 and guess what its not only enhaces my curiosity but also the confusion lol😆...yup it was meant to be confusing ..lol.. Anyways leave it, its not important , as I have lots of updates to read and they are enough to clear all om confusions'.kabhi kabhi galatiya b achchhi hoti h 'naiii😛
"his heart was taken away by her,broken by her and then it was in pieces becoz of her"'hmm so it's the mamla of dhoka and who will be dhokebaaz *curious*
"the most predictable thing about life is that its very unpredictable"'.wow superb line'.i got my new FB status lolz..thanks 😆
😊CHAPTER 1 "AJNABI EHSAAS"😊
Woaaa'in starting I thought that nakku is that gal jispe dutta ka dil aya , upar se she is ganpats daughter naaa but nope she is sups😲 ..hmm confusing nah ... now if the story has a dhokebaaz like sups then definitely dhokha will be there.
So this update gonna be through the POV of dutta himself. 👏
When the marriage preparation was going on, the way u give all the descriptions ⭐️'..it clearly extracts the happiness, quite childish shyness, the exult behavior 'in simple words "the purana wala dutta" of laagi...thanks so much for liking it .. Always loved to see the mollities of dutta .😳 😳
Oh ho shopping pe shopping..glad to see that the likeness of dutta and sups linearly differs '..waise ye kharid rahi h ya loot rahi h ..shukr hai loot kar chod diya ..lol😆
Baajis reaction was as always exorbitant'.loved it " soch le bhau, shaadi se pehle itna kharcha karwa rahi h to shaadi k baad kya hoga" 🤣
The way sups giving regular shy why waale expressions and showing the selfishness wala behavior ,,,,I was like "tu karne kya wali h sups"..satyanash ..what else 😆 😉
Wooo sone pe suhaga the kundlis of sups and dutta haven't matched fairely'vadiya ji vadiya'daal gonna be kali soon lol (is iam the -ve character :p)🤣
Wedding day arrived and sups raffuchakkar'dear sups ji exulerate our poor dutta'"ab tera kya hoga kalia" lol waise sups ji if u were abt to ran away wid ur lofar chokra ravi to itne papad kyu bele...i know why did u trouble dutta so much with ur shopping :P😆
Duttas anger is at its top and she enters'oye hoye aa gayi apni heroiniii'😃who else can call him sahib h ki naiii...exactly sahab is reserved for her...'waise rosy I never tell this to anyone that the one of the biggest reason becoz of which me get hooked to laagi (after the crush on dutta😳) and the second reason is that ..just as nakku calls dutta his "sahab" , my mom too calls my dady "sahab"😃aww how sweet is that
Hmmm so the as the title is ajnabi ehsaas'..whose that ajnabeee..hello ajnabee ehsaas means strange feelings arising within dutta ..u know nah its for the 1st time he is falling in love .. '.nakku?????😕
comment for chapter 2 (have to read it carefully again..ok ..i will wait but thanks for these comments .will comment tomorrow)😛 😊
previous part pg - 9
Chapter 5 : Pighalti Dooriyaan
Deep down I knew I wasn't being fair with her, blaming her for what she hadn't done. Initially I couldn't even bear to see her face only because she was her sister, forgetting that one intentional act done by her sister had ruined not only my life but hers as well, unintentionally. Thant night supriya must not have thought that her sister would get tied to me for life. What nakku did was only to protect the honor of both the families especially mine, but I instead of being grateful to her, would admonished her at every possible step. She tolerated my nuisance for some time silently but when I went overboard she stopped me, stopped me not from punishing her but myself. We both were going through hell, her pain wasn't less than mine, yet she was more worried about me, that night I felt so small in her eyes. Since then she began avoiding me instead of me doing so, ashamed of my selfish and self centered behavior I couldn't bring myself to face her. Both of us would live in our own world without attempting to intrude in each others territory, she would do everything possible to avoid a confrontation with me, still her sadness, her suppressed anguish which she would try to ignore by immersing herself in reading and stitching, bothered me because somewhere I held myself responsible for her current state. In the beginning I had thought that by seeing her distressed will give me some sort of satisfaction that I am not the only one who is heartbroken. But it didn't happen that way, her gloomy face didn't bring a smile on my face instead seeing her suffer twisted something inside my heart. My own frustration coupled with the helplessness that I couldn't do anything for her enraged me and her staying calm in spite of all that had happened made me feel jealous of her. I stretched my back, it still hurt a little even then I lay down not on my abdomen but back, taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and to my surprise the face that I keep avoiding every day, now came before me. That genuine concern for myself on seeing me injured disturbed me. Why did my pain reflect in her eyes that night? All these years I had nursed my wounds on my own without bothering anybody else around but that night why couldn't I stop her from taking care of me? I did try to shun her initially but later on ended up sharing my pain with her. Why do I become emotionally weak in front of her? Frustrated with myself I opened my eyes and gazed at her, she was sleeping on the couch, without any lines of worry appearing on her forehead. How could she endure so much pain silently? I wondered, it wasn't that all this didn't affect her, how couldn't it? After all not even in her dreams she must have thought that one day she would end up marrying a gangster and that too in such strange circumstances. I had many times seen her sitting near the window and gazing at the moon quietly, sometimes even my presence would go unnoticed by her, she'd be so lost in her thoughts. But what didn't go unnoticed by me was that even while going through such turmoil she hardly reacted , never had I seen her losing her temper and blaming people, me or circumstances around her, she didn't even cry! I mean women are perceived to be emotionally vulnerable, they cry at the drop of a hat but she hardly possesses those traits. Had she cried so much that her tears had now dried up or the grief was so deep that it failed to make her eyes moist? Not that I wanted to see her sobbing but I strongly felt that just like me, she too needed to vent out her pain otherwise it would kill her.
One more time I thought of closing my eyes but just then the lamp on her side went off and the room fell into darkness, only moonlight made things a little visible. Few minutes later I saw her dark figure getting up and leaving the room. Sighing deeply I finally decided to go off to sleep but how could I? the bells hanging from her dupatta tinkled in the silent room. Straining my eyes in the dark I found her fidgeting with the lamp, walking up to her I saw her trying to fix the bulb, she was holding the lamp in one hand and the new bulb in the other, her hands were shaking so much making it difficult for her to do anything. I shook my head and said," hatt ..main lagata hoon." My husky and unexpected voice startled her, she turned around hurriedly, I lifted her dupatta in my hand, she moved back a bit instantly, I turned my neck and removed the hot fused bulb by holding her dupatta, then left it. Grabbing the new bulb from her hand, within seconds I fixed it. On lighting the lamp I found her terrified face staring back at me, beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, I narrowed my eyes in confusion, why is she so scared of the dark? I thought," tu andhere se itna darti kyun hai?" she dropped her gaze and didn't reply, I threw my head back and went to the bed, I can never guess what goes in her mind.
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I was going through a file in the study when Baaji came in with the required documents, I read them once and nodded my head then left the study in search of her. As expected she was in the bedroom, sitting near the window engrossed in reading some book. My footsteps made her aware of my presence and with her head downcast she began adjusting her dupatta consciously. Seeing me stand before her she too stood up and lifted her head slowly. I handed her the documents and said," teri nayi shuruat ke liye ye zaroori hai jo adhura reh gaya hai usey tu pura kar le." She looked at me in confusion, she couldn't make head or tail of what I was saying to her. She went through the papers hurriedly and with every passing moment her eyes grew wider in shock, she glanced at me and whispered," par sahab ..ye." I shook my head indicating that she had read right, they were late admission forms of her last semester, I wanted her to complete her graduation, she only had to go and appear for the exams, rest had been taken care of. She enjoyed studying and by doing so she could drown herself into books, forget her past and give her otherwise aimless life some direction and purpose. Her eyes softened a bit and for the first time I saw her lips stretching in a weak smile but the spark in her eyes didn't last long, I didn't know why. She parted her lips to speak but I showed her my palm to stop her," do mahine mein tere paper hain ..acche se padai karna." She still appeared shell shocked, I took out my wallet and extended my hand to give her money to buy new books for her exams which were only two months away. Her eyes travelled from the money in my hand to my face, then she dropped her gaze, I knew I had acted like a jerk the last time I had offered her money to go shopping thinking that just like her sister she was also a gold digger, probably that was stopping her to take anything from me again. I lifted her hand and placed the money on her open palm," rakh le nayi kitabein khareedne ke liye chaiye honge." She nodded her head lightly and I told her to fill the forms and hand them over to Baaji who would complete the required formalities.
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It was good to see the tension in the atmosphere and in our relationship reducing gradually. She immersed herself into books and I too began getting used to the fact that while living under the same roof it would be impossible to avoid each other.
I came back home late, she was sitting on the couch making some notes with books scattered on the table, on seeing me come in she straightened herself and stood up keeping the note pad aside. I went into the washroom to freshen up. When I came out she was there with the dinner tray, she kept mine on the table, picked up her books and turned around to go out in the balcony with her dinner plate when I suggested," tu chahe toh meri study mein bhi pad sakti hai." It will be better if she studies in my study instead of in the balcony at this hour, its pretty dark outside, I thought. She stopped in her tracks, trying to balance the books in one hand and the plate in the other, she looked over her shoulder and replied," na baba ..us kamre mein toh humesha dhamkane (threatening), udaane, tapkaane ki baatein hoti rehti hain..main yahin theekh hoon." And walked out, she was right in that room mostly violent talks and discussions take place but what amused me was her choice of words," dhamkana, udaana, tapkana." A smile crept on my lips, she was getting habitual to this new found terminology used by gangsters. She speaks less but whenever she does she is honest and upfront, never scared to express her thoughts in front of anybody including me. Just like her views even her sense of humor has certain bitterness and sarcasm in it. Finishing my rice plate I extended my hand to have the glass of water kept on the side table when I noticed she had left one of her books there. Picking it up I went out, she was still having food, a slow eater, I guessed, seeing me she at once tried to get up but I raised my hand gesturing her to finish off her plate. She lowered her head and began digging into the rice hurriedly, I read the title of the book in my hand," prithviraj – sanyogita ki prem gaathaa." Was she into reading love stories? I wondered while handing her the book," tu kis cheez ki padai kar rahi hai?" I asked, she took the book and replied softly," itihaas (history)" I nodded my head on hearing about her subject of study. There was deep silence between us, I took a few steps and clutched the balcony grill gazing out in the dark with my back facing her," yeh pyar vyar bas kisse kahaniyaan aur sapno mein hota hai." I said expressing my views on love based on my personal experience, hoping that she too would agree with me, that love stories only exist in books and not in real life, this emotion is nothing more than a figment of our imagination but like always she had a different opinion, " sahab, prithviraj – sanyogita ka pyar koi kahaani nahin sachaayi hai." She said softly yet confidently, I turned around and looked at her closely, agreed that prithviraj – sanyogita's is a true love story but true love in today's times is hard to find, I wanted to say but didn't say, instead heard what more she wished to add to her concept of love," pyar koi khwab nahin balki dard se bhara ek bahut hi khubsurat ehsaas hai." A wave of delight spread across her otherwise dull face as she said that according to her love is a painfully beautiful feeling, probably her love brought contentment in her eyes while my still brought only despair.
I couldn't stop myself from asking her," tu bhooli nahin usey?" she lifted her head, met my eyes for a moment then dropped her gaze and shook her head in negation," nahin.. bhool sakti bhi nahin aur chahti bhi nahin." She still wished to keep him alive in her memories and thoughts, I felt sorry for her and ashamed of myself, had I not behaved selfishly that night and married her just to protect my honor she would have been certainly more happy with her special one," agar yeh shaadi nahin hoti toh.." before I could express my guilt over unnecessarily tying her to myself, she interrupted and confessed," yeh shaadi nahin hoti ..tab bhi mera pyar adhura hi rehta." She gave a weak smile and continued," aap ki tarah maine bhi usey pane se pehle kho diya." Our love stories are quite similar, we both have loved and lost, both have married for our respective families, both got nothing but pain in love yet our ways of looking at things are so different at some levels whereas at some they were quite similar, I thought then smirked inwardly , she didn't want to get over him because as per her love was a beautiful sentiment on the contrary I was desperate to forget the person I loved but the same emotion "love" was holding me back, forcefully making me still believe in its existence.
Looking at my watch I realized, it had gone very late, I looked at her then began walking in, she spoke from behind," sahab mujhe padnaa hai ..main thodi der main aati hai." Without looking back I nodded my head, as if I was waiting for her to come and sing a lullaby so that I could go off to sleep. I stared at the ceiling fan for quite some time, then after glancing at the empty couch I closed my eyes tightly and buried my face in the pillow. Irritated, I looked at the wall clock then shifted my gaze at the open balcony door. I thought of having a drink but then dropped the idea. After exactly forty five minutes she tip toed and came in, bolted the balcony door carefully without making much noise, had a glass of water, switched on her lamp then lay on the couch quietly. I shut my squinting eyes and drifted off to sleep in no time.
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I sat on the bar stool and glanced at my room, the lights were still on, she must be busy studying, I decided to go up late, allowing her as much time as possible to study otherwise on my entering the room she would step out in the balcony and strain her eyes in the dark. I turned my neck and looked at the bar then picked up a bottle of whiskey and a glass. While filling the glass, madhu came to meet me, with a soft smile playing on her lips, she was hiding something behind her, I lifted my brow questioning her. She brought her hands forward which were carrying a photo frame, I couldn't see the picture as it was facing her, as I lifted the glass to bring it to my lips she slowly turned the frame making it visible for me. My hand stopped in the middle, she had painted our wedding picture! She handed me the frame to have a closer look, I left the glass on the table and held the frame. It felt strange seeing the picture enclosed in a heart shaped frame, I traced my fingers gently over her smiling image, that night she had no reason to grin but madhu through her painting had made her do so. Unknowingly my lips stretched in a smile too.
"bhau , vaheni bahut acchi hai." She stated. Without taking my eyes off the frame I nodded my head and replied in my mind," yes, she is good." The unwanted part of my story looked nice standing next to me.
Thanks for reading
Lots of love
Rose