I started this OS after a chance conversation with Khushi.
This is for you Kji! I am sure you understand what I am talking about.
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As the sun peeked out to greet the new day, its glow slowly but surely spread its aura across the deeply silent room, claiming its territory an inch at a time. The blissfully sleeping couple, entwined under a soft blue coverlet, remained unaware. As the sunrays crept up their bodies, reaching Anandi's torso, she just dug her head deeper into the firmest, most-comfortable pillow she had ever slept on. Hearing the soft purrs emanating from the crook of his shoulder, he cracked his eyes open, only to see the most fascinating sight he had ever seen in his life. His Anandi, fresh as a dewdrop, nestled into him, head resting on his shoulder, one slight arm thrown over his chest, fingers curled into the soft mat of hair on his chest. His lips curling into a smile as he recalled what had transpired last night. His deepest desires fulfilled, and that too so quickly. If he had not been there himself, he would never have believed it.
And Anandi, the original child bride, as innocent in the ways of love as a girl out of school. Had she ever been married? Didn't seem so. Shy, awkward, inhibited, yet, so eager to learn and to please. A study in contrasts ' shy, yet full of spunk; awkward, yet full of confidence; inhibited, yet oh so open to showering love. He watched awestruck as the beauty of a woman unfolded as the sunrays traveled up her body ' no one could be more beautiful than a woman first thing in the morning, without any makeup or adornment. As the sun reached her eyes, her nose twitched slightly, her eyes fluttered, and she tried to burrow even deeper into him, avoiding the sudden glare in her eyes. Raising his hand, he shielded her eyes from the sun, watching as she suddenly blinked them open to peer around like a sleepy kitten that had been rudely awakened.
As their eyes locked, he watched a wave of rose wash up her neck, suffusing her cheeks becomingly. Her eyes slammed shut again, even as she curled up even tighter against him. Holding her close, he brushed of errant strands of hair from her face, opening up his view. Seeing the slight scratches on her face and neck, he brushed gentle, soothing kisses across them. Squirming away from him, she put her hand over his lips to stop the onslaught. "Ouch! Shiv, aapko shave karne ki bahut zaroorat hai." "Kyon Anandiji, kal toh aap bilkul bura nahi maani..." he smirked. Flushing even deeper, and surprising him with her strength, she hopped out of bed, pulling the coverlet along with her. Tucking it safely around herself, she stuck her tongue out at him, saying, "Shiv, maa intezaar kar rahi hogi. Tayyar hona hai'" Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched as Anandi rushed around the place, picking and discarding clothes and jewelry, and making a dash for the bathroom. Picking up his jammies, he went to the window, waiting, for the first time in his life, for his wife to get ready.
"Shiv'" At the hesitant request in her voice, he turned, jaw almost crashing to the ground at the vision he saw. Anandi stood at the entrance to the dressing room, towel tucked under her chin. Her wet hair cascaded down her back. All she wore was a purple satin petticoat and a red silk blouse. As he walked slowly to her, almost in a trance, she turned slowly, presenting the unbuttoned back of her blouse. "Shiv, mere haath pahunch nahin rahe, doriyaan nahin hai na. Kya aap madad'" With shivering hands, he drew the two ends of the blouse together, shrouding the delicate pink skin and wrestling to get the first delicate hook slotted in. "Shiv!!! Blouse phat jaayega!! What are you doing??" Looking chagrined, he spun her around, "So, what can I do about this? It's not as if I have plenty of practice'" Anandi burst out laughing at his petulance, "Accha, theek hai baba' try to be gentle, that's it." Applying his attention to the task at hand, and completing it without mishap, he brushed a stray kiss over the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Accha baba, can you go for a bath now, so I get ready?"
Almost pushing him into the bathroom, she quickly started draping her red and purple silk bandhni sari, brushing her hair out, applying makeup, and putting on her jewelry. Heaving a deep sigh, she realized that she better get used to an audience ' Shiv was watching her every step of the way, while brushing his teeth, while wiping his face, and while doing nothing at all.
"Anandi, aaj pehli baar maine aapko sari mein dekha hai' you are looking like a pocket-sized Apsara. And are you going to put your hair up?" At the shy shake of her head, he smiled adoringly at her. Breaking his trance, she held out the sindoordan to him. Walking slowly forward, getting as close as he could get to her, he adorned her with the vermilion that proclaimed her his, moving his hand gently over her head, almost as if blessing her for being what she was. She reached up on tiptoes to brush her lips over his chin, skipping out of his way as he reached out to grab her. Giggling her trademark giggle, which always made his heart ache for more, she almost ran to the door, "Shiv, main maa ke paas jaa rahi hoon. Come down quick' halwa chahiye na?"
Quickly peeking through the many doors of Kesar Bagh, she finally found the kitchen, where Ma and Choti Ma were already at work. Bending quickly to get their blessings, "Ma, sorry, late ho gaya na?" Ira smiled gently and caressed her new bahu's cheeks, "Koi baat nahin, beta. Come, today is your first day in this house. Would you like to make the sweet dish or something else?" "Maa, main halwa aur aloo puri bana leti hoon. Bahut jaldi nimat jaayega."
As she cooked up a storm in the kitchen, the rest of the family trailed downstairs. As she took the blessings of all the elders, Mahi stayed back to pull his bhabhi's legs. Sanchi had walked right past the kitchen, until Alok sent her back to greet her bhabhi. As the delicious aroma of the food wafted through the house, Shiv was drawn downstairs like a moth to the fire. Wearing a plain white shirt and fitted blue jeans, he stopped at the doorway to see his bride flitting about madly, while Mahi kept pace with her. Smiling wryly at his competition, Shiv stayed to silently enjoy the domesticity.
"Arre Mahi, hara dhaniya kahan hai? I need to garnish the aloo." Quickly beginning to chop the dhaniya, she suddenly dropped the knife as the tea began to boil over. Sauntering into the kitchen, Shiv picked up the knife, "Biwi, main madat kar doon?" As she spun around to stare at him, they lost themselves in each other's eyes again. "Ouch!" "Kya kar diya, bhaiyya?!!! Hamesha ki tarah dhyaan kahin aur and nazrein kahin aur!" Anandi rushed to Shiv's side and grabbed his hand. Seeing the furiously flowing blood, she popped his finger quickly into her mouth. Her eyes glared daggers at him. The pain quickly ebbed away as she suckled his finger like she would have done a child's. As if in a dream, he raised his hand to cup her face. "Ahem, main ab bhi yahin hoon, bhaiyya. Romance karne ka dil ho toh, should I go?"
Blushing tomato red, Anandi spit out his finger like it was a sour karela and Shiv stuck it behind his back. "Mahi! How can you say such things?? Kahin bhi, kuch bhi bolte ho!" Laughing out loud, Mahi said, "Bhaiyya, aur aap jo kahin bhi kuch bhi shuru kar dete ho, uska kya?" Walking backwards, Mahi beat a quick retreat, satisfied with his morning's work.
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