Scenario Three: Clown in a Night Club Part One
"Yashji," Aarti said immediately when Yash entered the room. "We're going out tonight."
Immediately, Yash had a confused expression on his face. "Out? Where?" he asked, looking perplexed.
"It's a surprise. Make sure you wear something nice, otherwise you'll look out of place."
Yash looked at her blankly. "Are we going to a party?" he asked, highly doubting it since he didn't think Aarti knew many people in Mumbai. But then again, he never really asked her... or got to know her very well for that matter.
"Something like that," Aarti said, a devious smile on her face.
Yash continued to stare at her. "Aartiji," he said, confused, "Where are we going?"
She sighed. "Yashji, it's a surprise. I'm not giving it away. I understand that you're boring, but I'm not."
She looked away and smirked to herself. "I'll put your clothes on the bed," she told him, "Because you might wear a clown outfit."
Yash started to nod before his jaw dropped open. "Clown outfit?" he asked her, walking up to her and grabbing her shoulder before turning her around. "Do I look like I wear clown clothes to you?"
Aarti almost laughed, glad to see him showing facial expressions; something he rarely ever did, since he behaved like a robot most of the time.
"No, you don't look like you wear clown clothes," she said, trying her best to put a neutral expression on her face. It was hard, but she managed to suppress her laughter.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows in defiance.
Aarti shook her head and tried to sound as sincere as she could. "Yashji you don't need to dress like a clown to be a clown."
Then she ran out of the room before Yash had an opportunity to react.
Inside the room, Yash's eyes followed her out of the room, having half a mind to run after her and stop her before telling her he didn't look like a clown at all! But he decided to take it maturely and stay inside the room. Aarti did talk a lot and didn't say sensible things. One thing he couldn't help doing though, was smiling. He looked at the spot where Aarti disappeared with a genuine smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes.
She was definitely something.
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Yash wore the clothes Aarti had laid out on the bed for him: black dress pants, white dress shirt, and black coat. Yash wondered if they were going somewhere formal. Yash wasn't very convinced, since he was sure that mischievous Aarti would not hide something so simple from him. Surely, she would take him somewhere crazy. He wasn't quite sure where they were going though.
"Aartiji," he called out once he was ready.
As soon as Aarti entered, he was mesmerized by her beauty. She was wearing a simple, yet elegant white churidar salwar kameez. The kameez had a v-neck and contained a beautifully embroidered pattern. It dropped down to her knees. The tight salwar fit her perfectly, showing off the curves on her legs.
Aarti walked up to her husband and without saying a word, began to fix the collar on his dress shirt. Yash stared at her, transfixed. He wasn't sure how he felt about what was happening... it was a new feeling, something he didn't ever feel before. He couldn't help but compare Aarti to Arpita. When Arpita used to fix his collar, he wouldn't feel this... spark. He felt nothing like this. Sure, he felt attracted to her because she was his wife and he loved her, but this kind of attraction was different. And it scared him.
He quickly stepped backwards.
"Um... Aartiji," he said quickly, "Are the kids ready?"
Aarti looked slightly disappointed, "No, they aren't going. Bhauri will take care of them."
Yash was stunned. The kids weren't going? Where exactly was Aarti taking him?
"Why not?" he asked.
She glared at him. "Because I said so. This place we're going to is not suitable for children."
"Not suitable for children?" he asked her, bewildered. "Why not?"
Aarti sighed.
"Yashji, you ask too many questions. You'll see for yourself."
Yash didn't know what to think. He was certainly puzzled, for Aarti had never done something like this before.
"Okay," he said, with a resigned sigh.
"Come with me," she said, picking up his coat and handing it over to him.
When he took it, their hands touched quickly before they pulled away simultaneously. Yash had to admit, he felt the same spark again.
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Once the car pulled over, Yash looked outside the backseat window with a shocked expression on his face. They were outside a nightclub.
"Aartiji!" he nearly yelled. "What are you doing?"
She opened the door on her side, grabbed his hand, and tugged.
"Come on Yashji," she said, struggling to get him out of the car.
"No," he replied flatly.
"Please Yashji," she pleaded. "Please come out."
He shook his head defiantly.
The driver turned off the ignition of the car.
"Why did you bring me here Aartiji?" he asked, irritably.
"Yashji, please come out. Please, it's for you. You need to enjoy yourself."
"Aartiji!" he yelled. "I don't need any of this!"
She raised her eyebrows. "It doesn't seem like it Yashji," she said in her defense.
"I'm a married man Aartiji, I can't go to these things!"
Aarti sighed.
"Yashji, you can attend these things if you're with your wife, so come out!"
"No," he replied. "I'm not coming out!"
She glared at him, "Okay, I understand. You're just scared."
"Aartiji, what kind of childish act is this?"
"It isn't Yashji. It's your own choice. I'm going in."
Yash slumped backwards into his seat. "Okay. Go."
Aarti's mouth fell open. He was going to let her go so easily? He didn't care about her the slightest bit?
"Fine," she said, slightly annoyed with her husband. "I'll go and dance with people I don't even know."
That seemed to catch Yash's attention. His head jerked upwards immediately. He seemed like he was about to say something, then smiled instead.
"If they would dance with you," he said.
Her mouth dropped even more.
"At least I'm not a clown!" she said and then turned her back to him sarcastically. "If something happens to me, don't blame yourself."
She was about to walk away when her dupatta got stuck. She smiled to herself. Then regained her composure and faked an irritated look before turning around and looking at Yash. "What?" she said, sounding annoyed.
She followed Yash's gaze downwards and noticed that her dupatta was stuck in between his buttons. The hopeful part of her had been mistaken; Yash didn't hold her dupatta, his shirt did. How did that even happen?
She leaned forward and tried to unfasten her dupatta from his shirt, her eyes looking deeply into his. He brought his fingers up and worked them in sync with hers as he stared into her eyes, their fingers intertwined for the smallest amount of time. She quickly dropped her hand from his shirt and he hastily removed her dupatta.
"Bye," she said sternly and turned to leave again. When she moved a step forward though, she felt a hand grab her wrist. Yash's hand.
"Wait," he said, sounding annoyed. "I'm coming."
Aarti smiled. This attitude business really was paying off. "Good Yashji," she said and sauntered forward.
Yash followed along until they both made it inside the club.
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How did you guys like this one? Personally, I find this the best scenario I've written. 😃 This is just part one of two, so expect part two soon! 😳 Please comment so I know your views!
Edited by ilovepyaar - 13 years ago
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