Arhi FF : Peek-a-boo #1 [ Completed ]

Congratulations on the new story!!! 👏Mints ' this is fantastic ' different genres, different stories, you are doing it all! ⭐️The best part is that you have retained your distinctive style of writing...I love it! Sorry for the late comment...I know I have been playing peek-a-boo with you vis-a-vis this comment almost every day😳...but you are a sweetheart, thank you for being so understanding! 😃

I loved the character sketch 'every actor you envisioned for this seems perfect. Obviously you have done a lot of thinking before starting on this and I loved how you have woven Arnav and Khushi into this story... I can imagine IPK's Arnav and Khushi doing these roles...different from IPK, which had shades of grey😊 - but there is something fresh and heart-warming about them here...I always wondered how it would be for Arnav and Khushi without too much darkness, without a lot of angst and the baggage of the past...am sure the love story would still be frustrating, exciting, laughter, tears but most of all, entertaining! Never a dull moment, that I am sure of!😆

To start with, I honestly did not know how to write a poem or comment on this ' so I am trying to do a "peek-a-boo" of sorts with a bit of both😕...please please bear with me...

I loved the way you started, with an introduction to the city of Delhi...and so accurate a description that was!👍🏼 I loved the peek into Arnav's family ' his father and mother (they sound almost like IPK's Arnav and Khushi would be, as they grew older😃-wishful thinking on my part), Arnav's Nani sounded so much fun (are you sure, it's not an older version of a nicer Manorama Mami?😆) Just kidding...but I loved the picture you created of her...crazy, loving and fun... Anjali, the sister, nice to see Anjali with clear career goals, rather than holding a pooja thali.😊 Now let me get on with it...

There once lived in the city of Delhi,

The very rich and confident Raizada family.

A fashion house, known the world over, was their business,

A mansion that was proof indeed of all their riches,

The love and happiness within, making it truly a home;

For Mr. Raizada Senior, not just a home, it was truly heaven.

And to make it thus, he had lots of help surely,

From his mother, old and wise, she may be,

Who loved to prance around, in a mood so lively.

His beautiful wife, his strength, his very life;

Together they had stood, in happiness and strife.

A son and a daughter, who were now their joy and pride.

A new phase to begin, the older Raizada wanted,

To retire and pass to his son, the business end.

A son, who at Harvard, had studied management,

And hopefully, had learnt tricks, both old and new,

To carry on the Raizada legacy, and ensure that it grew.

Excited he certainly was, Arnav, his dreams to pursue.

One hot morning, stuck in traffic was he,

The noise and chaos, around his red Ferrari,

Unnoticed by him, humming his favorite number;

Thinking on how life couldn't get any better.

His work, his friends and the fun he was having;

Somewhere though, he seemed to crave that feeling,

Of the love, that he saw in his parents for each other;

That sparkle, that tenderness, the intensity, the wonder;

For true love, had yet to strike Mr. Raizada Junior;

He knew, nothing less could he settle for, ever!

But this was a day devoted to the mother he adored,

Her son would attend the function, she had given her word.

The traffic now was worse, in the older parts of this big city

He patiently waited, 'twas for his mother's favorite charity.

He heard a crash, some shouts and then utter chaos,

All around and about, like bees, swarmed the crowds.

Patiently he waited still, trying hard not to rant,

Finally, he stepped out, closer to the commotion ,he went.

There was in their midst, a small, delicate girl,

A helmet hid her face, her clothes the color of white pearl,

Her words, a language so pure, it reminded him of home,

He moved, yearning to see her, a desire unknown.

Her face yet unseen, and then... 'twas poetry in motion-

The helmet off, her beautiful long hair, a cascading ocean-

His world ' it stopped, then stirrings of pure emotion.

Her face, he had to see it...and there... was his answer-

She turned and his heart 'it responded to her...

He saw her then, so fair with eyes hazel

She spoke, he thought her an angel.

Her lips moved, he did not hear a thing;

Beyond the sound of his heart beating,

It was only she, her eyes, her face and only her,

The rest was nothing but a meaningless blur.

He smiled, he just could not help it,

Everything about her was just so perfect!

She left, he still stood there motionless,

Nothing any more seemed to make any sense.

A car honked, and he suddenly looked around,

The sun, the dust, and the many different sounds.

She was gone, his beautiful angel in white...

Real or a dream, it had just felt so right!

His heart, he knew could never now forget;

Restless he was, at this new tender feeling...

Finally at the venue, he could not stop smiling;

His life, his world, there was something changing

SHE... had filled his memory and perhaps, his entire being...

I think I told you when I read this the first time, all I could think of was the song

Ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga...

I know one of your other readers also mentioned it in her comment and I could not stop smiling...😃

I laughed and smiled through your description of Arnav's first sight of Khushi...it was such a beautiful experience for me as a reader, and I know you must have had fun writing it too!👏

Thank you for writing more...and for all your madness and the crazy fun!!!

Waiting for more, Mints...