CHAPTER 4
Geet zara shant ubhi rahshil punha punha mage valun baghnya sarkha kahi nahi ahe
(Geet for heaven's sake will you stand still there's nothing to look at. Don't keep trying to turn around and look behind you.) Pari scolded Geet irritably.
Geet shook her head at Pari in reply.
Pari mala ka asa vatat ahe ki magun mazhi purna path ughdi ahe. Mala aarshyat baghu de. Ani hi saree kitti khali nhesavli ahes mala,mazhya nabhi khali.
(Pari, why do I have a feeling that I am completely barebacked . Also why is the saree draped so low below my belly button. Let me see myself in the mirror.
Pari stopped Geet from turning around and eyed the tiny clip that held the saree blouse together across her back and hastily replied,Mala shappat de tu kontayhi arshyat baghnar nahis. Mazhyavar vishawas thev. Tuzhe kes tuzhi ardhi path zhaktil.
(Promise me you won't peek into any mirrors. Trust me. Your hair will cover half your back. .
This is the cream of the crop crowd that is going to be there Geet, you have to make a lasting impression on them . And I will be there to protect you Geet.
Maybe I am scared of that more than anything. Geet muttered under her breath.
Pari looked at her suspiciously but let the comment pass.
Geet conceded to Pari as she knew Pari would not let her back out. Pari combed Geet's hair down her back which covered half her back like a jet black water fall. Just as she was putting the finishing touches to Geet's light makeup there was knock on the door and Miri poked her head around.
Mamma, Pari masi are you guys ready yet?
Jaldi karo (Hurry up).
I want to see you guys.
When she saw Geet Miri gasped. Geet was wrapped in a gorgeous off white lacy saree with a purple border.
She ran up to Geet in a trance and climbed up onto her lap. She cupped Geet's face into her hand,
Mamma, tum meri hi mamma ho na. Pari Masi main apka naam aaj apni mamma ke liye chura rahi hoo, kyunki mamma to aaj bilkul pari lag rahi hai.
(Mamma, are you really my mamma. Pari Masi just for today I am stealing your name for my mamma. Because today my mamma is looking totally like a pari). Then she placed a smacking kiss on Geet's cheek.
Geet cuddled her daughter closer.
Sach Miri bte? (Really Miri darling) Geet asked her daughter doubtfully.
Offo Geet ab to tumhe Miri ka bhi vote of confidence mil chuka hain. Ab to sudhar ja (Geet you have now gotten even a vote of confidence from Miri. A least now, have some confidence in yourself).
At least believe in your daughter.
Geet looked at her daughter.
I wish you could come with me.
Oh no mamma, Muzhe nahi ana bade logo ki boring party mein. Main aur Daddu "Brave "dekhne ja rahe hai. Hum dono khoob maza karenge.
(Oh no mamma, I don't want to attend any boring parties with adults, Me, and daddu are going to go watch "Brave". We are going to have lots of fun together).
Bye mamma. Miri leapt off her lap and ran outside calling out for her daddu to hurry up.
Geet and Pari went to meet up with Brij who was waiting for them outside in the car.
Jaldi chalo yaar, tum ladkiya saj dhajne me kitna time waste'. He trailed of when his gaze fell on Pari who was wearing a gorgeous silk lehenga. His gaze never left Pari's as he said to Geet,
Geet , bohot khoobsoorat lag rahi ho.
(Geet you are looking very beautiful)
Geet who was just behind Pari saw him gazing at Pari adoringly and smiled mischievously,
Brij bahiyya koi sawal puche bina ek minute ke liye apni aankhe band kijiye, (Bri close your eyes for a moment without questioning me. Brij obeyed and closed his eyes.
Geet continued, Ab boliye maine kis color ka lehenga pehna hai? No! don't open your eyes.
Brij who had no clue what Geet was wearing fumbled for a moment and tried to brazen it out.
Muzhe andhere me thik se dikayi nahi diya.
(I couldn't see clearly in the dark.)
Bhaiyya itna to dikhata hoga ki maine lehenga nahi saree pehni hai, aur woh compliment jise dena tha use mil chukka hai,
(Bhaiyya can you at least see that I'm wearing a saree and not a lehenga, and the compliment has reached the person for whom it was intended.), she nodded towards a blushing Pari.
Ab chale
(Can we leave now?)
Geet and Pari got into the car and all three of them drove towards the ball venue.
The Khurana charity ball was a society event that was held every year and was attended by the cream of the crop of Indian as well as international society. Coz to be seen at the ball meant that one had made it into the inner circle of Maan Singh Khurana and that meant fame success and a mountain of riches one could only imagine. It was an eclectic mix of people ranging from Bollywood stars, foreign dignitaries, political leaders, businessman to a few of the most loyal and trusted employees of Khurana empire along with their families. The press was crowding the gates of Hotel Claridges in Surajkund, where the event was taking place.
Any and every journalist who was worth his salt was present there for this was not Page 3 news. It was going to be the headline news of the next day. The glitterati were being blinded by the flash of the cameras as they were emerging out of their outrageously expensive cars, which ranged from the Mercedes Benzes, BMW's to a couple of Rolls Royces.
One of the main attractions of the ball was the man himself. He was called the man with the Midas touch, for whichever industry he took under the Khurana wing, churned out success reports within a record time. However, it was a well-known fact that he preferred spending the majority of his time overlooking different projects under Khurana Constructions which had been started by his father the late Shri. Prakash Singh Khurana. Little was known about Maan Singh Khurana's private life which he guarded zealously .
The charity ball this year was to sponsor stem cell research for people with various paralysis issues. The stem cell research part was a new subject but for the past five years the ball had always raised funds to support paralysis causes. The unique feature of the ball was Maan Singh Khurana's promise to match every single rupee that was raised and double it.
Brij drove the car to the side entrance of the hotel which had been especially reserved for the Khurana employees. All three of them got out of the car, handed the keys over to the valet and entered the main hotel. As soon as they entered the ballroom, three pairs of eyes literally bulged out looking at all the famous faces floating around the room. Pari hissed at Geet from the corner of her mouth.
Look at all the skin on display here. Oh my God isn't that ' and look at her dress. It's so tight, looking at it is making it difficult for me to breath, and you were worried about showing off a little skin on your back.
Just then there was an announcement from the event organizer.
Ladies and gentlemen , the host is on his way to the venue. Let me officially start this event by inviting on to the stage some of Bollywood most esteemed singers. They need no introduction, coz their voice and fame precedes them, so please join me in giving them a warm welcome. Claps thundered through the room as a husky voice chimed out the first note,
[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZyJkuwsjG8[/YOUTUBE]
Shaam hai, jaam hai, aur hai nasha
Tan bhi hai man bhi hai pighla hua
Chhayi hai rangeeliyan
Phir bhi hain betabiyaan
Kyun dhadakta hai dil, kyun yeh kehta hai dil
Deewana ko ab tak nahin hai yeh pata
Aaj ki raat hona hai kya
Paana hai kya, khona hai kya
Aaj ki raat
The servers started weaving through the crowd serving drinks. The guests were mingling around but there was an air of excitement and nervous anticipation in the air. Their eyes kept sliding to the main entrance of the ballroom waiting for the one entity who was the puppet master tonight.
Do ghadi mein hi yahan jaane kya hoga
Jo hamesha tha mera bhi mera hoga?
Kaun kiske dil mein hai faisla hoga
Faisla hai yahi jeet hogi meri
Oh Deewana ko ab tak nahin hai yeh pata
Aaj ki raat hona hai kya
Paana hai kya, khona hai kya
Aaj ki raat
Each individual in the room had their own agenda concerning Maan Singh Khurana. Thoughts of seducing the man was going through some of the minds and some were thinking of the right words to put forth to the man if he gave them even a moment of his time. But to them all, the bottom line was finding a way of having a measure of control over the man.
Aao main tumse kahoon baat chupke se
Rang badlegi pal mein raat chupke se
Tumko le jaaonga phir saath chupke se
Jaaoge tum kahan, dekho main hoon yahan
Deewana ko ab tak nahin hai yeh pata
Aaj ki raat hona hai kya
Paana hai kya, khona hai kya
Geet was enjoying the music but also, feeling a restlessness as if something phenomenal was going to happen tonight. She could feel the air around her vibrating. She was in awe looking at the faces around her. Pari and Brij were busy talking to some of the other employees. Pari was sticking to Brij like glue. Geet had never in her dreams thought she would be rubbing shoulders with the rich and the famous. Not that she was sure on how to start a conversation with any of them. She also wasn't sure how she was going to find a moment to talk to Brij's MSK about her ideas at all. She was anxious but also hopeful after knowing the generosity of the man who was willing to spend a sizable chunk of his fortune on such a wonderful cause. She thought of the year and half she had spent in the wheel chair. She had felt so miserable so helpless. She thought of Dev and her heart squeezed remembering the young boy's vivacious face enjoying the chaat and icecream the day before. She promised herself she would find a moment to talk to Maan Singh Khurana. She took a deep breath as her thoughts wandered to Miri and she stepped behind a pillar to make a quick call to check on her.
Maan Singh Khurana stopped outside the main entrance of the ballroom and gave a terse nod to disperse the security team that had been following him to keep the press at bay. He stood there for a moment and donned on his ruthless mask and decided to step onto the balcony that overlooked the ballroom. It would give him a moment of privacy to observe the throng below and chart out who he was going to approach first. He entered the balcony and sat down in one of the chairs placed there around a table setting.
His cold gaze moved over the crowd below noticing the famous faces without the blink of an eyelid. He was about to stand up and join the circus below, when he noticed a slight movement behind one of the pillars and then he saw her.
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A short narrative.
Few men actually notice what the women put on their faces. They definitely notice what's on the body but the face nope. It's like asking a man to take a look at his back with his own eyes. No matter how much he twists and turns he just can't see it.
Me and my husband were going to a party once. I was in a rush, doing the 101 things we women do simultaneously and forgot to check myself in the mirror before stepping out of the house. I asked my husband if I was looking alright. He glanced at me and said you are looking great.
On reaching the party I got a couple of weird looks. I was puzzled. My friend who came over to greet me looked at me and gasped, "Oh my god what happened to your eye."
I rushed to her bathroom only to see nice dark smoky makeup on one eye and the other was completely bare as I had forgotten to put makeup on it and it looked like I had been punched in on eye. Needless to say after that incident and after the conversation we had after that incident, my husband always makes sure he looks at my face properly.
And we poor souls put so much effort into putting all that goop on.
One of my friends husband has a standard joke that he always cracks.
He says whenever I ask my wife why is it taking her so long to put make up on she always says , "Honey I'm trying to get the natural look".😆
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Upcoming:
Aa Zara Kareeb Se' (Kaun kise kareeb se dekna chahta hain).
Teaser:
All evening he had been following her, determined to talk to her and find out who she was. But he had been waylaid by overenthusiastic men and fawning women time after time he had tried to follow her. He had a thousand questions in his mind. Who was she? Was she married, did she belong to anybody else. Suddenly he put his hand up and cut off the speech of the foreign dignitary from Hong Kong who was droning on and started clearing a path through the throng surrounding him. Any person trying to stop him got a negative shake of his head "Not now" he growled numerous times as he made his way towards her with a pounding heart.
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