Smita,😊
Here is the interpretation for Part 12.
This update is about a consoling aspect of a situation, SILVER LINING.
The three days following the arrest of Shyam Manohar Jha were the days that they would have loved to forget, would have loved to erase it irrevocably from their memory. The good side of the situation was Anjali was with them and they had the chance to strive to get her to live once more. The Raizadas' and Guptas' were under tremendous strain. Guptas' had stayed back at RM on Nani's request and all had hovered around Anjali worried over her state of health and that of her child. The doctor had taken to visit four times a day as she had found Anjali was mentally vulnerable and even smallest things had the possibility to trigger her into depression. While her mental state was delicate, her physical condition was much worse. Anjali was filled with uncontrollable tears making her tired and even choke over a spoonful of soup or juice that her sisters-in-law tried to feed her. On the third day, Anjali called out to Arnav and in a raspy murmur a result of the stranglehold of Shyam's beefy arm that had her nearly choking asked him, that she wants a divorce as soon as legally possible and she does not want her baby to be tainted by the shadow of such a scum in the murky pond, a man who was ready to kill it just for money! It showed her mood bullish, to take her life back into her hands, and a first step towards making a better future for her and her child. Arnav's promise to take care of her need made her relax. True to his word, that evening he had Mr. Roy come to their house, with Akash and Arnav bringing Anjali down the stairs to the living room where all the family and the Guptas' had gathered in support of her. As they thrashed out the finer details of the divorce proceedings with Mr. Roy, the family and especially Anjali was filled with great expectations of being relieved from the shackles of being bound to Shyam in matrimony. Arnav got a surprise call from Mr. Singhal, who asked for an urgent audience stating, that there were certain matters that he needed to address immediately. His somber tone made Arnav ask him to come over immediately as they were all at home. When Mr. Singhal asked him, did he mean, immediately as of now; he confirmed it to be so.
Mr. Singhal dropped in just as Mr. Roy was about to leave. As Arnav introduced the lawyer to the private detective, Mr. Singhal's face tightened and his face went grave and serious. He was forthright in asking, whether they were discussing of getting a divorce? His blunt query made all look at each other, surprised. When Arnav affirmed it to be so, Mr. Singhal asked Mr. Roy could he spare some time to hear what he had to say and it would take just five minutes. It was a hopeful query, so that it would make things clear and easier. Mr. Roy was surprised and looked at Arnav before consenting. All, including Anjali, sat down to hear him out. Mr. Singhal looked in to Arnav's eyes, his face serious and said that, when he was gathering information about Shyam, he came across the fact that Shyam used to travel a lot. Sometimes Lucknow, sometimes Kanpur, sometimes Allahabad, sometimes Varanasi. It had intrigued him and made him wonder why he was doing so. He thought Shyam might have some family hidden somewhere. So he had asked his men to dig deep in to his past, dig out everything they could get their hands on, irrespective of it being significant or otherwise, that could substantiate their case and one of them had called him when Shyam was being tackled here three days back. He had gone to verify the details unearthed and he was not happy with what he found and he regrets to be the bearer of the facts that are not really good to hear... and trailed off. It had every face going pale with even Mr. Roy fearing the worst. When Mr. Singhal stated, Shyam Manohar Jha married Anjali Raizada in 2010, Arnav nodded, his eyes firmly fixed on the detective's face. He told them, before that, in the year 2005, he had married Vimala Thripati, the daughter of Mr. Dayashankar Thripati, the lawyer under whom he had trained in Allahabad. It was like a bombshell exploding amidst, making all gathered gasp in shock, while Anjali's eyes widened like saucers unable to believe what she heard! Arnav caught hold of her hand, comforting her silently while bitterness was filling his heart. He wondered would this pain never end, would the public humiliation of Di never end, when would they be relieved of these nightmares? His heart twisted in pain for his Di who had placed her utmost trust in the devil with the mask of a man going by the name Shyam Manohar Jha.
Mr. Singhal continued with the saga of Shyam Manohar Jha and stated that, Mr. Thripati passed away two months after the wedding, leaving behind a successful practice and not inconsiderable wealth in the hands of Shyam. Not satisfied, Shyam stole from the clients, sold his wife's properties, made bad investments, and at the end of three years, had turned his wife in to a pauper, begetting two sons along the way. Anjali was stunned and just gazed at Mr. Singhal's kind eyes, not knowing what to do, what to say, what to understand. He narrated that it did not end there and he had found that in 2008, he had married a Saraswati Mishra in Kanpur. She was the only daughter of her aged mother. He met her while fighting a case for them. He won the case for them and married her in a small ceremony at her home, citing her mother's ill health as the reason for keeping it low profile. The mother had passed away within a week after the wedding and had thought that her daughter was in safe hands. Shyam had lived off the money he got by selling her land and her house. And after turning her in to a pauper, he moved her and their three children, one daughter and two sons, in to a rented house. His narration saw not a dry-eye among the ladies, for their cheeks was stained by tear flow. Only Anjali was dry-eyed, with the numbness that had crept into her from this disclosure, unable to take in the terrible things she was hearing of the man she thought was her husband.
Mr. Singhal, heaving a sigh told them, that only after that he had married, Anjali Raizada in 2010. So only his marriage with Vimala Thripati was legal. Saraswati Mishra and Anjali Raizada are not his legal wives. He put it as lightly as he could. Perfect silence reigned in the hall. Breaking the uneasy silence, Mr. Roy said, then, the divorce proceedings were not needed making Arnav nod in agreement. The lawyer sought and received consent to frame Shyam with bigamy as an additional charge in the charge-sheet and Mr. Singhal promised to hand over all the proof he had collected. As Mr. Roy nodded and got up to leave, Arnav escorted him out and returned to the hall to sit by his Di. The comforting prospect was at least his Di had him and her family with her for both moral as well as financial support, unlike the other two. NK whose face was scrunched red with anger stuttered, the... the... scoundrel, anger that raged in him would have pulverized Shyam were he in front. Akash had his fist clenched tight that it had nearly drained the blood out of it and his sinews taunt with repressed anger. It was Mami, clutching Anjali's hand tightly, who gave vent to their collective anger spitting out, that mean scumbag, from yonder! Traipsing around all over Uttar Pradesh to marry girls and destroy the innocent lives! Mr. Singhal continued to enlighten them that, the reason he travelled so frequently was to visit these women. As Arnav nodded all went silent thinking about Shyam and such unadulterated debauchery. The solace they could derive now was the bigamous toad being the guest of the Government would not be spoiling any more innocent lives.
After a long moment of silence, Anjali asked whether the money that he took from them was given to them. Mr. Singhal's wry answer that he wished at least it was so, for both Vimala Thripati and Saraswati Mishra have been beggared by Jha and was in dire straits. They, in their penniless state, were struggling to make the ends meet. Vimala Thripati works at a stitching centre, in Allahabad from morning to night daily breaking her back, and Saraswati Mishra makes sweets at home and she trudges along hawking them in the streets of Kanpur, carrying her 2-year old daughter and the bag of sweets, knocking on every door to make a living... Anjali was overwrought by the hardship faced by these two women and their children, a price they had to pay for putting their trust on Shyam Manohar Jha. Her whispered, the innocent children, had Mr. Singhal inform her softly, that it was a hand-to-mouth existence for all five of them, and both the women are unaware about the other women in Mr. Jha's life. As Anjali looked at him seeking an explanation to his statement, the detective explained that, they think that they are Mrs. Jha. Vimala has no idea about Saraswati or her. Saraswati has no knowledge of Vimala or her either. They married Jha in good faith, just as she did. Anjali who was filled with pain sought solace from the only person she knew who would turn the world upside down for her if that meant it would restore her happiness called out a heart wrenching, Chotey... Her call was that, of a person who was at the end of her tether, of a person who was unable to see light at the end of the tunnel, and of a person who sought him to be the guiding light. As Mr. Singhal stood up to leave, Akash and NK went with him to the door. Arnav carried his weeping sister up the steps to her bedroom consoling her as well as self that they had each other in their lives, along with a big loving family, a blessing by itself. On the way up, she clutched her stomach in pain. Seeing her face scrunched up in pain and holding tightly on to her swelled up belly, Arnav shouted to Akash to get the car out and asked NK to call the doctor and inform her that they were coming over to the hospital and it was an emergency.
A few hours later, Anjali opened her eyes in the hospital and looked in to her brother's tear-filled eyes. Her silent enquiry in her eyes forced him to say, that he was sorry Di, the baby could not be saved. Anjali looked at him for a long moment and then a lone tear trailed down her cheek, as she said, Chotey... at least her child escaped... As Arnav looked at her with a stunned query in his moist eyes, with trembling lips but a decisive voice told him that, her child at least escaped the trauma and stigma of having Shyam Manohar Jha as its father and that was a break in the clouds. It was better off dying than living as Shyam Manohar Jha's, son or daughter. Arnav sensing her trauma and dilemma lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it repeatedly. For he knew, whatever she said just then was true, as she was trying to see the positive side and think positive but her pain at losing a part of her that she had nurtured so far was quite huge too. She had uttered these words suppressing her pain at the loss. Her dilemma arose from putting the child in danger and having made Shyam its father who never hesitated to squeeze the life of it. Her dilemma also arose from the knowledge that she had felt relieved at the child not being alive. She was guilt-ridden simultaneously for being a mother wishing that her child was better off dead. Arnav showed her how precious she was to him and it told her that he was with her and her thoughts were not askew. The child would definitely be better off dead than alive, without the stigma of being illegitimate and having a convict for a father. The bright side was after the downpour, it would not take long for the sun to shine in a blue sky and with it the optimism for a better life.
The next day saw Anjali getting discharged and being brought back to RM. As she settled down in her own bed, Arnav turned to step away. Catching his arm, she called out, Chotey, eliciting an immediate response asking her to tell what she wanted. Hesitantly she mumbled out to him what was in her mind, the children and the two poor women, they should not starve, making Arnav look at her pale face keenly but with tender eyes that admired her for showing concern about the other families that had become destitute due to their misfortune to have encountered with that heel, Shyam Manohar Jha. This was a silver lining for him as it comforted with the knowledge that she had not gone down the precipice as feared but was the sister of ASR, another ASR, who was willing to fight out and never succumb to self-pity, and give the rotten man an upper hand. Her sigh, that showed her state of health, as both physically as well mentally exhausted, made his admiration to her increase manifold, for thinking of those families, even when she was down in the dumps and made him promise that he would take care of them. Both felt for the two families, as they too had undergone the bitter experience of becoming orphans and destitute and had gone starving until their Nani and Mamaji had come to pick them up. His words, made Anjali let out a sigh of peace and slip into a much needed peaceful slumber with the thought at least those children could dream of making a rosy future for themselves and not just a life of penury.
It was a few hours later, Arnav looking at the weary faces around the bed asked, anyway why not all of them rest too when the nurse was present to look after Di? While all agreed, Nani informed him that she would rest beside Anjali Bitiyaa. He agreed that it was fine and gently led the rest out of Anjali's room. While Khushi had a shower, Arnav contacted the lawyer and set up a monthly income for Vimala and Saraswati at least making the lives of two ladies and their family enthused to look ahead with hope and enthusiasm. Once Khushi came out clad in her blue salwar suit, toweling her hair dry, Arnav went in to wash away the grime and the bitterness of the day from his mind and body. When he emerged dressed in his white casuals, Khushi was not in the bedroom. The door to the poolside was open, and a balmy breeze carrying the fragrance from the garden was ruffling the dull curtains of his room. He saw her standing by his outdoor chaise looking at the stars. He joined her silently, and looked up at the dark sky, lit by thousands of stars. They looked like millions of lamps lit to banish the darkness. They stood silent, side by side, watching the wondrous beauty of the nature, each immersed in their own thoughts. After a while, Khushi asked him softly, whether he remembers one night asking her if his mother would be happy with how he had turned out to be? He silently waited for her to continue. Khushi smiled and told him in a pride filled voice, that his mother would definitely be proud of him... and paused. Arnav looking at her smiling face, said in a voice laced with pain, that when he let Di marry that knave, and he could not stop her from losing her baby, how can his Mama be proud of him when all she had expected from him was to look after his Di? It was a cry that came from his heart, thinking himself to be a failure. It was a cry that showed how much weight he had been carrying on his shoulders. It was a cry that reached out to Khushi and made her resolve to make him see, the entire episode of Shyam Manohar Jha in their life, from a different angle. For Khushi, who used to be filled with Pollyannaism, was now not given to the blind and excessive optimism after the Shyam fiasco. But her nature was such that she could see things the way they were and imbibe only the positives from it.
In a soft voice that held a bit of a blunt edge in it still comforting and consoling his jarred nerves, she led him to a few home truths that Di was neither his puppet, nor a doll, for she has a mind of her own. She fell in love with Shyamji on her own and he had not coerced her to love him. She herself had decided to marry him and he had not bound her hands and feet and forced her to the mandap. When Shyam had turned up as the rotten apple, Di was facing the consequences of her actions with courage and conviction. She knows that she is responsible for her life and her decisions... She does not blame him for the tragedy in her life and no one else too holds him responsible at the turn of events. Her words were like the glimmer of hope leading him to the right path, just like the stars above guiding the sailors in the darkness of the night. Khushi hugging him close to her, looping her arms around his neck whispered into his ears, a solid piece of wisdom that was much beyond her years. She told him, that he cannot control other people's lives. He cannot live other people's lives for them. The bright side of it was he could be there and support them when things go horribly wrong. That was what he had done. That was why she said his mother will be very proud of him now. Arnav hugged her tight, his eyes shut tight to prevent the hot tears that were scalding his eyes, from leaking out. She continued to whisper that, if he were her son, she would smother him with kisses today, shower him with her admiration, and wrap him with her love, for he had dealt with the evil man effectively. He had kept his family together, took care of his Di and he was going to help those poor women and their unfortunate children. What more can a good human being do in such a situation? He had done everything that one could possibly conceive off. Using all the right words at the right time, Khushi made Arnav come to face that one could see a glass half filled, as either half empty or half full, all depending on one's perception of things. For in this instance, Anjali had a lucky escape from Shyam unlike the other two women. She asked him to look on the bright side, for things could have been much worse than they are.
Her bright outlook rubbed on Arnav and made him appreciate her efforts. His whispered, Khushi..., voiced out the plethora of emotions that erupted in him. Hope, understanding, peace, love, joy and above all his heartfelt thanks to one person who had a heart bigger than her size, that held space enough to forgive him, forget the past, help him out, be his lead light, bestow him with unconditional love and steer him towards positivity when he felt bogged down by negative forces. They remained locked in the tight embrace for long minutes, letting the moonlight shower on them like a blessing, assuaging their burnt hearts with its cool beams. When Khushi pulled away yawning that she was too sleepy for words, Arnav smiling slightly to see her rubbing her eyes like a child, wordlessly bent and gathered her in to his arms and headed to their bed. He laid her softly on its warmth, making Khushi stretch her weary limbs and sigh out in pleasure. As he turned to move away, feeling a slight tug from Khushi, Arnav got in to bed with her and cuddled close enthused by the prospect of having her in his life. It was a tug that told him, just as much as he needed her warmth and love, she too needed his. It was a tug that stated, she would be with him always and he never ever need to feel that he would be alone anymore. For it conveyed that at all the times, both good and bad, they were bound together and were with each other. With her by his side, he could see that there is a positive and hopeful side to every situation and he felt how true is the adage, for every cloud has a silver lining.
"If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change"
~ Dr. Wayne Dyer
That is why this is titled, SILVER LINING.
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us"
~ Helen Keller
That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it.
Smita,😊
Here is the interpretation for Part 13.
This update is about quality and condition of fervor, passion. That is why it is titled, INTENSITY.
When Khushi woke up blinking her eyes at dawn, gentle warm light glistening like golden threads was filtering into the room giving it a golden haze. Outside, sunbeams were flashing on the face of things like sudden smiling of divine delight. She turned her head to look at her Arnavji's face and it was relaxed and looking younger, innocent, vulnerable and downright carefree with the frown lines that had made its home on his forehead, vanished like the lost tribes. Khushi felt tearful at the thought, her man, who had to shoulder many a burden, day in and out without respite, always strained like a tight strung harp ready to burst out even with a light strum, hiding his caring self under the mask of ruthless ASR, when all the time he had just yearned was for someone to love him and someone to call as his own. Though a man of considerable wealth both money-wise and heart-wise, his simple requirement was love and companionship which he had not received and due to that, he had worn the mask of indifference and diffidence with a fierceness that bordered on extremity. She was fervently glad that she could reach out to him and he had felt that he could let her in and pervade his personal space that he had guarded dearly. The magnitude of her feelings showed with the happiness she felt to be with him now, even though the path had been arduous and strewn with thorns. But, all that she had put behind her, with the misunderstandings resolved and the exit of Shyam from their lives, the dead past flew away like a flight of wild swans. Khushi dwelling in her potent sweet thoughts, as if in a dream, put out a tender hand, to smooth away the strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead.
Her touch brought him out of his sleep and his eyes flickered open to rest on her beautiful face. His utterance, Khushi..., brought out by a spin in quantum state of happiness of his heart, with his eyes glittering fresh like the first beam glittering on a sail, told her that he had just sighted his heart's desire. A gentle smile touched on the sinfully delicious contours of his lips, bringing in sweet thoughts in her. As her lips too stretched in a gentle, sweet and alluring smile, reminding him the ways she makes his day sweeter than honey and the honey-comb put together, he turned and took her into his empty arms, holding her tight against his hard chest, offering her great comfort to enjoy the plentitude and warmth of his love. Khushi's shy whisper, asking him to let her go, had Arnav's smile stretch out wide with happiness and enjoyment and fervidly say, that now they were married properly and were husband and wife in real sense, even Laxmi, who had a strong penchant for butting in, would not be able to do so. Saying so he rubbed his nose against her's making her giggle at his wit. She was tickled to think that her Arnavji had thought even Laxmiji as a rival to her affection! Seeing her mindless giggle without a care, had his smile broaden, radiating vigour and abundance, for they were like summer's beam and summer's stream, his smile giving the warmth and her giggle gurgling like a brook.
He looked at the fine features and the creamy soft skin of his wife who had that heart stopping twinkle in her eyes. Her face was like the Milky Way in the sky, a meeting of gentle lights, and the smile on her plump lips attracted his eyes like a magnet towards it. Herding his thoughts as a collie dog herds the sheep; he whispered to her, she likes flowers does she not? her stammered, Ji, enhancing his cause. Stretching out, he took a red rose out of the floral arrangement by his bedside and whispered, to tell him how she likes that rose. His voice though a whisper, rose like a stream of rich perfumes pervading her senses and sending a potent thrill down her spine. He touched her forehead with the fragrant petals of the rose, making her shutter her eyes at the avalanche of pleasure he released on her. Her lips parted to draw in air. Arnav swallowed and was humbled to see the helpless surrender on her face. Her surrender, with love, faith and trust in him, shook his heart like a windy reed, swelled it and lifted it with gladness, making him feel just like golden boats on a sunny sea. Gently, he moved the rose down the bridge of her nose to touch her lips. Khushi trembled in his hold with her heart beating like the wild jungle drums sonorously.
Arnav moved the soft petals along the curve of her lips, the scented petals kissing the pink folds of her lips just as he wanted to do. These thoughts ran leaping through the green pastures of his mind like fawns at play. Khushi gasped for air feeling the passion of his play, for the waves were rolling in, long and lazy. He moved the rose to stroke her cheeks and the lobes of her ears, and travelled down her beautiful jaw line to touch her pointed chin with his weapon of torture. As he slowly went on touching her with the soft petals of the rose, Khushi panted in the perfect silence of the room, her senses swimming dizzy as clouds. He moved the rose down the length of her neck. She struggled to swallow, her muscles in throat sent out a silent protest against the nervous movement. Resting the lucky flower in the hollow at the base of her throat, he waited with a bated breath. Khushi's eyelashes lifted like a curved hand fan, to find out the reason for the pause in the slow seduction of her senses, with all her other thoughts vanished like vapor before the sun. As her needy eyes looked in to his fiery, burning ones, joy like sunshine, deep and broad, fell on his heart. Their minds rested upon the thought, as chasing butterflies might rest together on a flower. Gleaming like an unsteady sea, he breathed out, Khushi...; his hot breath burned the skin of her throat as he threw the rose away and replaced it with his hard, passionate lips with an unmatched kindled ardour. A storm shower of kisses moistly covered her face, closing her eyes while Khushi trembled in the throes of growing passion.
That is why it is titled, INTENSITY.
"Life wants each of us to live on the 'A Team'-
Wider, ever more intense Acceptance of good in our lives.
Wider, ever more intense Awareness of good in our lives.
Wider, ever more intense Action for good in our lives"
~ Laura Teresa Marquez
That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it.
Originally posted by: Japonica
Super updates, Smitaji! everything is happening in supersonic speed! Shyamji will now be chakki peesing and peesing as the mehman of the goverment of India!😆
Rashmiji, you are whipping out equally exciting and lovely amaryllises at the same supersonic speed at which Smitaji's story is moving!
Well done! They are all so lovely, but like you said First Love was exquisite.Looking forward to the lovely surprises you both will bring out for me!😊
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