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A special note: Kathak is one of the most renowed classical dances of India, said to be derived from the word katha, meaning "storytelling." It originated in North India, but medieval traditions imparted Kathak a distinct Hindu-Muslim texture. Then in the nineteenth century it was revived and gained prominence among the kings and zamindars (feudal lords) not only as a form of entertainment but also as a classical art form.

What we saw in Umrao Jaan is just a glimpse. the dance can reflect the mood of the dancer like no other, whether that is devotional, religious, fun...or...erotic

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Aahil sat cursing the traffic at the signal. Drumming his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, he looked at his watch for the nth time in the last few minutes. 8:00 PM. He was sure the clock had conspired against him and was moving time faster! He glanced at the huge bouquet of red roses sitting atop the back seat accompanied by a huge gift box also for the nth time. Gifts and the bouquet, both chosen by his secretary for his wife, he thought guiltily. He looked at Sanam's sweet and simple text for the nth time too"Drive safely honey. I'm waiting."

Inspite of Sanam's insistence he'd rushed to office immediately after workout. She must have laid out a special breakfast, which he'd skipped. The scores of meetings and presentations had made him loose track of time and he had left for a meeting near the outskirts. Even cut her phonecalls as he was busy in discussions. Later when he reached office, he was informed by the staff that Sanam had come over to have lunch with him. Huge lunch fare carrying his favorite dishes sat atop the coffee table in his cabin. A single red rose accompanied a note Happy Anniversary Aahil. Love you and don't skip your lunch'. At that moment he felt like kicking himself for forgetting their anniversary of all days!

To his chagrin, there were scores of meetings lined up till evening, one of which was very important and he could not skip it.

"Allah Miyan! Why today of all days" he cursed loudly maneuvering the car for a U-turn. The heavy rainstorm had caused most areas in city to plunge into darkness as uprooted trees snapped power lines and blocked roads. Waterlogging had caused a few routes to shut down and he finally reached home by 9 PM.

Lack of electric supply had made no difference to the life at IM. The palatial mansion was lit up and looked resplendent, thanks to back-up power supply!

He walked in to the eerily quiet mansion, that was scrubbed clean ... every nook and corner! Not a speck around. He understood she had been a little disturbed and rightly so ... her disturbance always manifested itself in her launching into a cleanliness overdrive. She would cook when she was happy and clean when disturbed. Aahil sighed. Sometimes he wished she would complain and nag him.

... to be continued😳

Continue soon.

Sahil TS---------- Happy Anniversary...Aahil ---- 2nd Part

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Lack of electric supply had made no difference to the life at IM. The palatial mansion was lit up and looked resplendent, thanks to back-up power supply!

He walked in to the eerily quiet mansion, that was scrubed clean ... every nook and corner! Not a speck around. He understood she had been a little disturbed and rightly so ... her disturbance always manifested itself in her launching into a cleanliness overdrive. She would cook when she was happy and clean when disturbed. Aahil sighed. Sometimes he wished she would complain and nag him.

The faint sound of music started to become clearer as he continued to walk towards their bedroom. He was right. She had indeed made efforts to make today a memorable day for both of them... The lighting was dim. The smells of a well cooked dinner matched the display at the dining table. But where was she?

He continued to walk in cue to the beats of kathak music... The door of bedroom was open. And the sight inside took his breath away. He looked around surreptitiously. Conscious that someone might see her. It was perhaps her most private moment. But then remembered it was evening off for the staff and they were both alone.

The volume was low, but the sound of her ankle bells resonating. She was doing, what he understood to be expressive, seductive classical Kathak steps. Her natural unrepressed sensuality oozing through her sultry, confident steps. Was it seductive or was it seductive coz she was doing it?

This was the first time he was seeing her dance. Oblivious to his presence, she continued to dance drenched in perspiration and dim light. Aahil lazily leaned at the threshold, wondering if it was spiritually empowering to watch this woman ground into her divinity through sheer sensuality of her body movement.

Sanam was facing the mirror. Her back towards him. But he was sure in the current state she would have seen through him and beyond even if she was facing him. She was performing to a fast beat her full body moving rapturously to the beat, the ankle bells chiming. Her curves now highlighted even more with her perspiration aiding her chiffon sari to stick to her. Her pallu stuck in her waist. Aahil continued to watch her in open mouth wonder as her derriere shook a little continuously as a result of her vigorous shaking full body movement. She crossed her legs, making him acutely aware of what's happening between his legs. And then she uncrosses them. And then just as sensually she traced her index fingers on the exposed length of her back, shrugging off the trails of moisture, with a careless flick of her fingers.

Hips jiving left and right, in sync with her facial expressions mirroring the words of the song playing. A soothing male voice (Pt. Birju Maharaj) is beckoning the lover back in arms, mischieviously scolding for keeping herself away from him. Teasingly she looks at herself in the mirror enacting the beguiling seductress. The rise and fall of lips , the arch of her eyebrows mirroring the come hither stance of her dance act.

Her eyes are alive, a smile that reaches her heart and a playfulness that is inviting, uninhibited, bold and very, very sexy. She sits on the floor and crawls like a panther for a second before sitting back up , her elbow straddling her raised knee. Gracefully enticing facial and hand movements, coupled with a subtle thrust of the bosom complete the alluring playacting of the verse. She got up gracefully and her movements now became more vigorous and physical. The dance was now progressing in tempo from slow to fast.

She was now twirling and just like that her eyes connected with his broken only by her movement to connect back again. He assumed the ending with a dramatic climax is near. His legs that had suddenly acquired a life of their own moved slowly towards her as she heaved in exhaustion on the completion of the song and dance act. Still twirling slowly she landed on Aahil's chest . Her hands came around him grasping him close. Close enough to hear his erratic heart beats, mirroring her own.

Unceremoniously dropping the gift and the bouquet, Aahil held her tight , slowly tracing her back, left almost bare by her backless blouse. He suddenly realized this was her gift for him. All this while she was aware of him. This performance was indeed only for him.

She murmured contentedly holding him tight 'Happy Anniversary... AaaHil'

Can u please continue this os with some Sahil moments.

Except that I wanted Aahil(my fav) to do a little more. ... than drive, curse and watch Sanam's hot show😉

But I realize this is your tribute to Sanam (your fav)who even though alive physically is actually dead in essense on the show.

The dance was simply hot. 😲 I never thought a full - on OS can be dedicated to just dance👏

thanks...

And yes as Juhi pointed it out below, I somehow felt very let down with Sanam ever since she came back from the kidnapping ... She has shown very little 'all-encompassing, all-consuming, evergreen' kind of love for Aahil. Always choosing others and her 'other-missions' over Aahil and their love.

So yes... in my stories Sanam loves Aahil to bits. And honestly even I would never mind my own hubby forgetting our anniversary..it happens.

you will see that neither makes up to anyone here... they just want each other's happiness..ultimately.

Sorry for ranting on your comment. I was feeling very upset upon reading that in yesterday's episode, Sanam had a long emotional flashback for the man who caused so much grief to her Aahil..sad.. 😭

Aahil basically just basks in her warmth. I just tried to project that between couples who share an apolitical type of relation, all days are special, some days just a little more...