Diwali OS - The Sun Does Not Shine *Updated*

I awoke to the sun shining down on my face. I sat up and turned to see the pillow wall still between us. It pained me to know we had gone back to the beginning.

He slept peacefully, like a one-day old baby. He lay curled up, hugging the pillow on which his head lay. The light brown tint to his skin and his hair, dark and lustrous, shone in the sunlight. A smile unconsciously crossed my face. Even through everything going on, he was gorgeous and he was mine.

I stood and walked towards the window. With a glance outside, I shut the blinds. I turned to see his closed eyes relax.

I headed towards our dresser and took out our new clothes for the special day. I pulled out RK's maroon and black kurta pajama and laid it down on the bed. Then I pulled out my maroon and yellow Punjabi style suit. I started heading towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" I heard his voice ask from behind in a tired voice.

I turned to see RK leaning on one arm with his eyes open and staring in my direction.

"To get changed. I took out your clothes as well," I turned towards the bathroom again.

"We have shooting today."

I turned back to face RK.

"RK, today's Diwali. I have work to do, I can't..." I trailed off as RK got up out of bed.

He glanced down at his clothes on our bed and then came to stand in front of me.

"We have shooting today. Shooting means shooting and the heroine has to be present, that being you. Go get your other clothes."

"What, do you not believe in Diwali now either?"

"I didn't say that now did I? I said that you have work and as your producer Madhubala, you are not free to take part in the daytime rituals. When night comes, you are free to do whatever you please. Now go get changed."

I looked up at him angrily as he kept a straight face.

"Go Madhubala," he smirked.

I gave him one last livid look and headed back towards the dresser. I pulled out my pink anarkali suit and headed to the bathroom after nudging past him.

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Shooting lasted ten long hours, from 9am to 7pm. It was a productive shooting and went great besides the fact that RK and I hardly communicated with each other throughout the day. By the time we got home, it was already dark. I ran up the stairs and quickly got dressed into my new clothes for Diwali. I took out RK's clothes again and laid them on the bed. I rushed towards our room door, only to bump into RK. I stepped back as he stared down at me silently.

"Madh..."

Ignoring him, I walked past him and down the stairs. I could sense his eyes on me from behind until I reached the bottom of the steps.

Ma was walking towards the stairs as I got to the bottom. She came to a stop in front of me.

"Ma...sorry for being late. The...woh...rangoli?"

"No, Dipali already made it Madhu. You can go up and rest," she spoke with slight disappointment.

With a final silent glance in my direction, Ma walked past me and headed up the stairs.

I headed back upstairs and walked into our room.

"Okay Bittuji, thank you," I heard RK speaking on the phone.

He stood near the window in his new Diwali clothes as I went to sit on my side of our bed. I heard his steps turn in my direction. I kept my eyes down, staring at the beads that lined my suit.

It wasn't until I felt the bed dip down beside me that I looked up. He stared straight into my eyes as he took a seat down in front of me on the bed.

"Madhu..." he spoke with a soft voice.

I looked away, angry.

"I'm sorry," he continued in his soft tone.

I glanced back in his direction.

"Sorry doesn't fix everything RK."

"I know, but that's why I plan to make it up to you."

"You can't always do that. Hurt me, make it up to me, and expect everything to be fine."

"Madhu, I realize that you're mad at me and you have every right to be but you should also understand that this film is my life."

"And you're mine. You don't understand that though. You get angry at me for keeping a fast for your long life and then insult me in front of Ma and all of her friends."

"You know I don't believe in that!"

"But I DO."

He fell silent, so I continued.

"Why is it that you can never sacrifice anything for me when I sacrifice so much for you? I'm acting in your film against my own wishes but you won't celebrate Karva Chauth for me even though it's against your wishes? I told you I'd shoot the scene without breaking my fast. If I told you I'd do it, then you should've known that I wouldn't back down from my word. But you just had to make things difficult for me. Why RK. I'm your wife, we share a deep relationship now, but you treat it as though we still only have four phere between us. Why."

RK looked away with a frustrated look on his face. After a deep sigh, he looked back in my direction.

"I said I'm sorry. And you know that I didn't want you to keep the fast because I care about you."

"If you cared about me, you would've thought about how my happiness lies in keeping a fast for you. And I did end up keeping the fast. That food from the scene, I didn't swallow it RK. I kept my fast and you broke it. And like I said, sorry doesn't fix everything."

RK stood up and turned his back towards me while running his hand through his hair in a frustrated motion.

"Now Ma doesn't even want me to celebrate Diwali either. This is all your fault RK," I spoke sadly.

He turned to face me.

"Come with me," he spoke sternly.

"Where?" I questioned confused.

"Just come with me."

"No," I looked away.

He bent over and picked me up in his two arms. I struggled to get free but gave up when I knew it was of no use. I wrapped my arms around his neck and avoided his gaze as I felt his eyes on me. I decided to look into his eyes for a brief second but then couldn't look away. His eyes had such intensity to them, which I had never seen before. They drew me in as I tried to read what they said. It wasn't until he placed me inside of his car that I realized he had carried me outside.

"Where are we going?!"

"Just stay quiet like the good biwi you are and don't say another word."

"But..." I trailed off as he closed the door behind me.

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The car came to a stop outside the studio. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and turned to look at RK but he had already gotten out of the car. He came to my side door and opened it.

"RK. I'm not shooting for your film anymore today. Take me home."

"I didn't bring you here to shoot anything Madhu. Come with me."

After seeing the pleading look in his eyes, I got out of the car and followed him inside. It was dark inside and I instantly remembered back to our studio Karva Chauth. He placed one arm around my waist and the other around my eyes as he directed me forwards.

"RK?"

"Shh."

Finally we came to a stop.

"Keep your eyes closed."

I nodded my head as I felt his hands disappear.

"Open."

I slowly opened my eyes. There before me stood RK with his arms out. I looked around to see the room lit with at least a hundred diyas. My eyes went bright with the light and I couldn't help the smile from forming on my face.

"I know I've hurt you a lot in these past few days and it was very wrong of me. I also know that this isn't enough to make it up to you but I want you to know that I love you. I do and I always will Madhu. So I will make it up to you everyday until you forgive me for the jerk I've been, even if it means making it up to you for the rest of my life. I was blinded by my film and forgot about my duties as a husband to you. I want this to be a fresh start, for you and I, by lighting this diya together."

I looked down into his hands to see a beautiful decorated red and gold diya. I smiled and nodded my head as tears formed in my eyes. I walked towards him slowly as he walked towards me. We came to a stop in front of each other. I reached out for the diya but he pulled away.

"Nuh! First we need a rangoli Biwi, to place this diya in the middle of," he smiled.

RK stepped out of the way and I looked down to see a tray with coloured sand. I went to sit on the ground with the tray in my lap. I looked up at RK and gestured for him to come near me.

"You're not going to help?" I asked lovingly.

He smiled and came to sit near me. And together we created the most beautiful rangoli I had ever seen in my life. He stole glances at me numerous times throughout making the rangoli and all I could do was shy away. Once the rangoli was done, we stood.

RK gently interlocked his fingers with mine.

I smiled.

He kept a hold of my hand as he pulled me towards the table with our diya.

He pulled out a match with one hand and then handed me the matchbox. I held it in place with my only available hand as he lit the match. I placed the matchbox down and then gently wrapped my hand around his as we lowered our hands to light the lone diya. He blew out the match and placed it on the table. He picked up the diya and I placed my hand under his. We walked towards our rangoli and both knelt down onto our knees. We slowly placed the diya in the center of the rangoli, making sure not to ruin the rangoli. Then we both stood and looked down at what we had created together.

"This is the magic we create when we're together," he spoke in the most passionate voice ever.

We both turned to stare at each other and then found ourselves in the middle of an eye lock. He looked my face up and down passionately and I lowered my eyes in response.

"I love you Madhu."

I looked back up at him.

"I love you too RK," I spoke as passionately as him.

He smiled.

"How about some fireworks now Biwi?"

I nodded my head and turned around, walking away while still holding his hand. As I turned and took a step away from him, he pulled my hand. I spun back to face him and bumped into his chest. He smiled down at me as he wrapped both his arms tightly around my waist. Our chests rose in synchronization against each other and I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"I meant these fireworks," he smirked and began closing in on me.

My heart jumped and skipped a beat. Then just as his lips touched mine a chill ran down my spine. He kissed me softly, passionately for a moment and then slowly pulled away. I kept my eyes closed for a second, taking in the kiss. As I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling down at me. I returned the smile.

"Happy Diwali Madhu," he spoke lovingly.

"Happy Diwali," I spoke in the same tone.

"So, do you forgive me?"

"That depends. Are there real fireworks?" I asked playfully with raised eyebrows.

The Sun Does Not Shine

I awoke to the sun shining down on my face. I sat up and turned to see the pillow wall still between us. It pained me to know we had gone back to the beginning.

He slept peacefully, like a one-day old baby. He lay curled up, hugging the pillow on which his head lay. The light brown tint to his skin and his hair, dark and lustrous, shone in the sunlight. A smile unconsciously crossed my face. He was gorgeous and he was mine.

I stood and walked towards the window. With a glance outside, I shut the blinds. I turned to see his closed eyes relax.

I headed towards our dresser and took out our new clothes for the special day. I pulled out RK's maroon and black kurta pajama and laid it down on the bed. Then I pulled out my maroon and yellow Punjabi style suit for me. I started heading towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" he asked in a tired voice.

I turned to see RK laying with his eyes open and in my direction.

"To get changed. I took out your clothes as well," I turned towards the bathroom again.

"We have shooting today."

I turned back to face RK.

"RK, today's Diwali. I have work to do, I can't..." I trailed off as RK got up out of bed.

He glanced down at his clothes on our bed and then came to stand in front of me.

"We have shooting today. Shooting means shooting and the heroine has to be present, that being you. Go get your other clothes."

"What, do you not believe in Diwali now either?"

"I didn't say that now did I? I said that you have work and as your producer Madhubala, you are not free to take part in the daytime rituals. When night comes, you are free to do whatever you please. Now go get changed."

I looked up at him angrily as he kept a straight face.

"Go Madhubala," he smirked.

I gave him one last livid look and headed back towards the dresser. I pulled out my pink anarkali suit and headed to the bathroom after nudging past him.

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Shooting lasted ten long hours, from 9am to 7pm. It was a productive shooting and went great besides the fact that RK and I hardly communicated with each other throughout the day. By the time we got home, it was already dark. I ran up the stairs and quickly got dressed into my new clothes for Diwali. I took out RK's clothes again and laid them on the bed. I rushed towards our room door, only to find bump into RK. I stepped back as he stared down at me silently.

"Madh..."

Ignoring him, I walked past him and down the stairs. I could sense his eyes on me from behind until I reached the bottom of the steps.

Ma was walking towards the stairs as I got to the bottom. She came to a stop in front of me.

"Ma...sorry for being late. The...woh...rangoli?"

"No, Dipali already made it Madhu. You can go up and rest," she spoke with slight disappointment.

With a final silent glance in my direction, Ma walked past me and headed up the stairs.

I headed back upstairs and walked into our room.

"Okay Bittuji, thank you," I heard RK speaking on the phone.

He stood near the window in his new Diwali clothes as I went to sit on my side of our bed. I heard his steps turn in my direction. I kept my eyes down, staring at the beads that lined my suit.

It wasn't until I felt the bed dip down beside me that I looked up. He stared straight into my eyes as he took a seat down in front of me on the bed.

"Madhu..." he spoke with a soft voice.

I looked away, angry.

"I'm sorry," he continued in his soft tone.

I glanced back in his direction.

"Sorry doesn't fix everything RK."

"I know, but that's why I plan to make it up to you."

"You can't always do that. Hurt me, make it up to me, and expect everything to be fine."

"Madhu, I realize that you're mad at me and you have every reason to be but you should also understand that his film is my life."

"And you're mine. You don't understand that though. You get angry at me for keeping a fast for your long life and then insult me in front of Ma and all of her friends."

"You know I don't believe in that!"

"But I DO."

He fell silent, so I continued.

"Why is it that you can never sacrifice anything for me when I sacrifice so much for you? I'm acting in your film against my wishes but you won't celebrate Karva Chauth with me even though it's against your wishes? I told you I'd shoot the scene without breaking my fast. If I told you I'd do it, then you should've known that I wouldn't back down from my word. But you just had to make things difficult for me. Why RK. I'm your wife, we share a deep relationship, but you treat it as though we still only have four phere between us. Why."

RK looked away with a frustrated look on his face. After a deep sigh, he looked back in my direction.

"I said I'm sorry. And you know that I didn't want you to keep the fast because I care about you."

"If you cared about me, you would've thought about how my happiness lies in keeping a fast for you. And I did end up keeping the fast. That food from the scene, I didn't swallow it RK. I kept my fast and you broke it. And like I said, sorry doesn't fix everything."

RK stood up and turned his back towards me while running his hand through his hair in a frustrated motion.

"Now Ma doesn't even want me to celebrate Diwali either. This is all your fault RK," I spoke sadly.

He turned to face me.

"Come with me," he spoke sternly.

"Where?" I questioned confused.

"Just come with me."

"No," I looked away.

He bent over and picked me up in his two arms. I struggled to get free but gave up when I knew it was of no use. I wrapped my arms around his neck and avoided his gaze as I felt his eyes on me. I decided to look into his eyes for a brief second but then couldn't look away. His eyes had such intensity to them, which I had never seen before. They drew me in as I tried to read what they said. It wasn't until he placed me inside of his car that I realized he had carried me outside.

"Where are we going?!"

"Just stay quiet like the good biwi you are and don't say another word."

"But..." I trailed off as he closed the door behind me.

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The car came to a stop outside the studio. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and turned to look at RK but he had already gotten out of the car. He came to my side door and opened it.

"RK. I'm not shooting for your film anymore today. Take me home."

"I didn't bring you here to shoot anything Madhu. Come with me."

After seeing the pleading look in his eyes, I got out of the car and followed him inside. It was dark inside and I instantly remembered back to our studio Karva Chauth. He placed one arm around my waist and the other around my eyes as he directed me forwards.

"RK?"

"Shh."

Finally we came to a stop.

"Keep your eyes closed."

I nodded my head as I felt his hands disappear.

"Open."

I slowly opened my eyes. There before me stood RK with his arms out. I looked around to see the room lit with at least a hundred diyas. My eyes went bright with the light and I couldn't help the smile from forming on my face.

"I know I've hurt you a lot in these past few days and it was very wrong of me. I also know that this isn't enough to make it up to you but I want you to know that I love you. I do and I always will Madhu. So I will make it up to you everyday until you forgive me for the jerk I've been. I was blinded by my film and forgot about my duties as a husband to you. I want this to be a fresh start, for you and I, by lighting this diya together."

I looked down into his eyes to see a beautiful decorated red and gold diya. I smiled and nodded my head as tears formed in my eyes. I walked towards him slowly as he walked towards me. We came to a stop in front of each other. I reached out for the diya but he pulled away.

"Nuh! First we need a rangoli Biwi, to place this diya in the middle of," he smiled.

RK stepped out of the way and I looked down to see a tray with coloured sand. I went to sit on the ground with the tray in my lap. I looked up at RK and gestured for him to come near me.

"You're not going to help?" I asked lovingly.

He smiled and came to sit near me. And together we created the most beautiful rangoli I had ever seen in my life. He stole glances at me numerous times throughout making the rangoli and all I could do was shy away. Once the rangoli was done, we stood.

RK gently interlocked his fingers with mine.

I smiled.

He kept a hold of my hand as he pulled me towards the table with our diya.

He pulled out a match with one hand and then handed me the matchbox. I held it in place with my only available hand as he lit the match. I placed the matchbox down and then gently wrapped my hand around his as we lowered our hands to light the lone diya. He blew out the match and placed it on the table. He picked up the diya and I placed my hand under his. We walked towards our rangoli and both knelt down onto our knees. We slowly placed the diya in the center of the rangoli, making sure not to ruin the rangoli. Then we both stood and looked down at what we had created together.

"This is the magic we create when we're together," he spoke in the most passionate voice ever.

We both turned to stare at each other and then found ourselves in the middle of an eye lock. He looked my face up and down passionately, from the crown of my head to my lips, and I lowered my eyes in response.

"I love you Madhu."

I looked back up into his eyes.

"I love you too RK," I spoke as passionately as him.

He smiled.

"How about some fireworks then, Biwi!"

I nodded my head and turned around, walking away while still holding his hand. As I turned and took a step away from him, he pulled my hand. I spun back to face him and bumped into his chest. He smiled down at me as he wrapped both his arms tightly around my waist. Our chests rose in sync against each other and I felt butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

"Not those Biwi, I meant these fireworks," he smirked and began closing in on me.

My heart jumped and skipped a beat. Then just as his lips touched mine a chill ran down my spine. He kissed me softly, passionately for a moment and then slowly pulled away. I kept my eyes closed for a second, taking in the kiss. As I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling down at me. I returned the smile.

"Happy Diwali Madhu," he spoke lovingly.

"Happy Diwali Rishabh," I spoke in the same tone.

"So, do you forgive me?"

"That depends. Are there real fireworks?" I asked playfully with a raised eyebrow.

He let out a soft chuckle.

"I've arranged for those outside, let's go."

And with that, we turned, leaving the land where the sun did not shine, but where the beautiful land of lights lit the room with just as much brightness.