Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm on a role today. Two OS' in one day! Well, the other one had a sad tone in some regards, so here is another offering. I have to admit, unlike the majority, I wasn't a huge fan of AarYa's "date." It seemed a bit redundant to me. What you may read below is not new either. But, it seems (in my humble opinion), to suit AarYa more than what was shown in the serial. You may agree to disagree, and that is respected. Read at your own risk! Oh, and as always, this is uneditted, so please excuse the mistakes.Thank you:)
"The Date"
An AarYa OS by desi chic @india-forums.com
Rain danced against the hard pavement. It's raging feet were encouraged by the occasional roars from the depths of the blackness above. A crisp breeze circulated the strangely warm air, crackling it alive.
Instinctively, her arms wrapped around the rest of her. Goosebumps slithered across their length, but she dismissed them indifferently. Her milky eyes reflected a content that extended the reach of verbal expression. Amazement was too little of a word for the jazbat that swelled within her. It was not a lone occasion, but undoubtedly, a rare one.
Standing at the open window, she was but a shadow against the ghost of transparent drapes dancing to muted tunes. Her mind followed the same unseen movements, slurred in the presence of such a mausam. She wanted to swirl with the wind, drench in the showers, seize the moment. Before the thought even occurred to her, her arms unfurled forth, allowing the clear liquid tease her skin. Drunk with amusement, her feet shifted forward a tiny step.
"Aartiji."
The tiny step receded, in hopes of never being recognized in it's attempt. Her face flushed, and she felt her cheeks burn. Shifting her gaze to the floor, she refused to look at the bearer of the voice that held her name.
The muscles in her chest tightened slightly as the footsteps neared. Knwoing what was next, she found a desperate need to justify her childish instincts. Impulively, she turned around in a hurry, stammering excuses incoherently.
"Yashji, woh main... main kuch bhi nahin... bas tohra... woh baar... bachey, bachey soh gaye... main... main dekh kar..." So saying, she attempted to divert the topic and risked a maneuver around the tower of her husband. Of course, it was to no avail. Looking up, she failed to hide the guilt from her eyes, and his told her that she was caught. She suddenly felt cheated and slightly irritated.
"Bachey... soh gaye hain, Aartiji. Kabke, soh gaye hain."
Looking past his tall figure, she caught sight of the red digital numbers making her excuse inexcusable. 11:46. The kids were in bed two hours ago. Again, she was made acutely aware of the tingling sensation on the sides of her face.
She squirmed silently for a moment, contemplating her fate. It was critical that she chose her words with care, that was for sure. One wrong word, and that's it. Juggling her frenzied mind, she sought the right string of letters to form a coherent sentence.
"Aartiji, aap jaldi se tayar ho kar neeche ajaye." His voice lingered in the air long after he disappeared into the shadows. She stood dumbfounded for a minute. Had she heard correctly? Her punctual husband had just asked her to get ready at... at this hour? Curiosity and irritation battled it out inside her mind as she considered his quick way of exiting before facing questions. So clever he was, the man that spelled meaning in her life.
Taking in a deep breath, she held the air for a few extra seconds. A miracle was in the happening. The jolting smell of spices was evident of the fact that this was no dream. It filled her senses, exploding them with excitement. A soft fog had come lower to the earth, accompanying the still dancing rain.
Grazing her finger over the cracked paint of an aged bench, she still couldn't fully believe this was true.
"Sss," she let out a whimper as pain branched quickly from the centre of her fingertip outwards. Holding it between the others, she was forced to reconcile with reality. While she stared at the source of the pain, a warm hand encompassed her own. Turning to her right, she was dazed to find him delicately addressing her childish wound. The pain was instantly forgotten as she took in the worry lines creasing his forehead.
Zooming in, she withheld a breath, hoping for a cease in time. He looked suddenly younger, boyish even, but utterly handsome. Laughter tickled her throat unexpectedly. If there was a night of expression, it was this. With that, her mirth poured out. From fits of laughter, she caught his confused eyes wondering at the hilarity. Shaking her hand, she tried to subdue the aimless burst.
His dark orbs shifted, and she felt a pang of guilt enter the same spot from where the laughter had erupted. Swallowing the lump, she whispered an apology. His eyebrow arched in curiosity, but she just shook her head, and was thankful of the steaming glass of chai that stood before her nose. Looking up at the vendor, she uttered a silent dua, in his name. Taking the glass between her numbing fingers, she brought it closer to her frozen nose.
An instant calm washed over her. The tension left behind her laughter drifted, as did most of everything else. Her eyes widened in growing excitement as she blew against the milky liquid. It responded accordingly. An impish glow came over her, brightening with each repetition. Anticipation squeezed her patience, and she brought her lips to the glass before further adieu.
"Sss..." Her lips puckered at the sudden jolt of heat hitting her tongue. Thankfully, it subsided quickly. Blowing against the liquid once more, she felt the thread of patience again wear away. A rush of satisfaction and strange thrill as the liquid traced the inside of her throat. Her tongue protested quietly, but she paid no heed, and took another daring sip. Again, warmth swelled her chest.
Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, she lowered the glass, faintly taking in the gentle trace of her lips on it's rim before turning to her side. Amusement was evident in the glow of his normally dark orbs. Embarrassment once again burned against her cheeks. Even the frosty air meandering through the thick rain couldn't seem quell it. Turning her startled eyes back down, she caught the beginnings of laughter crease the edges of his lips. She felt like a child, caught stealing the last cookie.
It also occurred to her, that his hands were still empty. Hesitantly, she turned back to his smiling face. Extending her arms, she greedily offered the glass forth. He looked at her for a moment, and she felt herself suddenly alone in the world. Lowering her shameless nighahein, she pressed the glass forward more. After an excruciating moment, she felt it's absence from her grip.
Looking towards the man next to her, she took in an image that lasted a life-time. If time were to ever freeze for her, it would be in a moment like this... where the entire world sat compiled in front of her. Although the knowledge had come to her right from the beginning of this odd night, it's true essence had just unfolded in front of her now. And this moment, this "date," with her husband would hold true for the rest of her years.
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