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Hello People...😊
First of all, Let me introduce. I'm Swathi aka Pinky. I'm very new to this forum. But I'm a silent reader. Kudos to all the brilliant Writers here. All your works are simply amazing guys...👏 All your works just made me land up with this.
I'm not a writer and this is my first attempt. I really don't know how it came out, but wanted to share this to you all. I was always in awe of the friendship here between all the SwaSanians here. I so badly wanted to join you all. You all are so Lovely. I know this as I keep stalking all the ATs but never dared to be a part of it. I know, CRAZY ME.😆 I dedicate this to all the lovely Awesome SwaSanians. Forgive me if the dediaction is not worth it.
Coming to the OS, The lovely song from BM 😳 just left me spellbound and I was too engrossed in it. I don't know why, but I wanted this on SwaSan. So here it is. The background is no way like in the show. It only has SwaSan.
Once again, Risk yourselves and read the shit I've just tried. Blame the Song, SwaSan for making me end up with this, if you have to.
And Yeah, I'm completely clueless about the title. So, Suggestions are most welcome.
Enough of my Bakwaas.😆 Go on.
***
'Sanskar! You can't do this to me now.'
Swara yelled running behind Sanskar who was too fast for her to match up with his pace.
'Of Course I can Shona.' he replied without even looking at her as he headed away from Their Room. Well, it could defintely be called their room. They spent most of the hours of their day right there. A room with a Full mirrored wall, Speakers on the four corners, planning their Choreography and dancing their hearts out with each other. The Rehearsal hall, as they called, had witnessed most of their special moments than their Bedroom had, ever since Swara entered this house entwining her hands with his as Swara Sanskar Maheshwari.
She sighed for a moment, trying to cool out her anger which was seeming to burst off now, standing at the entrance of the hall.
'Sanskar!' She shouted with full power or rather commanded with full authority making him stand still rooted to his spot, as if her voice had cost a spell on him.
' Woooah! Crazy girl! I was not born deaf. Why are you planning to beat the hell out of my eardrums?' he said calmly facing her, rubbing his ears as if trying to soothe them.
'What is it?' he asked her trying to maintain his calmness in his voice. He saw the anger in her face slowly flying away giving place to a mere plea.
'I'm nervous'
'For what?'
'This is the first time I'm performing without you. And that too on a very huge stage which I have never ever seen before, in front of thousands of people.'
He simply walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
'You are because you deserve to. Fine. What exactly do you want me to do?'
'I just want you to monitor me when I practice. I don't understand your denial for that Sanskar'
'I thought I would cherish performance which is very special to you, directly on the stage with all the grandeur arrangements and you taking lead among the other dancers, just like anyone could on that day.But You're not letting me to.'
'You are not an 'Anyone' to me, Sanskar' she said instanly looking into his beautiful orbs of sight which promised ever lasting love for her, just mirroring hers.
A smile was all he could manage on his ever charming face.
'Fine. As you wish. But...'
'What But?' she asked her before he could complete.
'You will not face the mirror.'
'What? But...'
'No Buts. You want me to monitor you, then do as you're told. I know how you freak out when you make a slightest unnoticeable change in the step watching yourself in the mirror.'
She was about to open her mouth in an attempt to protest to him, but didn't, seeing her strict mentor reach the remote tuning into the song to be played, well aware of the the fact of her protest would end up of no use. She watched him as he said,
'Moreover, now you're trying to come out of your nervousness about the performance. So the best you can do to overcome it is to imagine yourself performing, which would definitely not be the case if you see yourself. Imagine yourself on the stage and performing before the thousands of people, which you would do that day.'
She could only nod in agreement with each and every word of wisdom of a true performer, her Mentor, her Sanskar.
'Chalo. Start.' he said playing the song which echoed from the speakers. He settled down on the floor miimcing to be an attentive audience waiting keenly for the performance to begin.
One look at him and heaving a sigh, she prepared herself.
***
Nazar joh laage tere...
Main deewani ho gayi...
She let her index and middle finger slide through her facing, showing her expressive eyes in the gap, which were looking straight. She brought the other hand towards her face and bowed posing a Salam with utmost grace.
He watched her falling prey to the magical trap she left for him. Without moving his eyes away from her, he watched her lips moving in sync with the beautiful lines of the song.
Deewani... Haan... Deewani...
Deewani ho gayi...
She may not have direct eye contact with him, as she was slowly losing herself in the spell of dance and the music. But he knew, that through her eyes, it was only him she could see. The lines of the song, no more coming out from the loud speakers around, for it had been vanished with its surroundings long ago for both Swara and Sanskar. He could feel her heart beating in rythm letting out the words from her mouth only for him. Never taking his eyes away from the divine beauty in front of him, moving each and every iota of her soul to the beats of the magical music, het let his soul to join hers and get lost in whatever his eyes had to witness. He could see her attaining immense pleasure in letting herself move to the beauty of art, in which she excelled.
Such was the power of the art to which their identity got entwined for their entire lifetime. Dance, their love, their life, their passion was all they want.
He watched her move flawlessly with ever increasing grace in accordance to the divine music. She looked no less than an angel in her simple yet elegant Anarkali which just let itself to the lady possessing it, to have it her way with each inch of her skin in contact with it, engrossing in the magical sight she was portraying for her husband. It seemed as if the lifeless piece of cloth attained life with her art and was simply proud to have been witnessing the wonderful heart warming sight, as she swirled around herself with grace.He couldn't realize that he forgot to blink watching his wife moving flawlessly raising her own standards in each step and each movement of hers.
He couldn't help but chuckle at his wife as he remembered her telling him to be there when she practiced. This was not a practice in any way for she was too perfect in what she was doing. And yes, he could proudly say that she was performing par excellence.
He watched her slowly stand still with a look on her face mesmerizing him. Her eyes in direct contact with his hinting him to return from the world that she just took him to. He heard the music that echoed to slowly fade away as the song ended.
They were simply lost in each other, looking at each other with longing and amusement. He amused at her beauty and she, amused at his ever lasting admiration for her. He could see her restlessness as she gave a very plain look waiting for him to break that silence. She saw him rise up from the floor and coming closer to her never breaking his gaze at her. She waited.
She felt his rough lips take over her soft ones in the most pleasant way which only he could manage. She expected this coming in her way, for she knew that her husband was an expert in putting his heart out into actions rather than words. She kissed him back with equal passion, reciprocating her gratitude for all the appreciation he poured out for her into the kiss.After what seemed like eternity, they broke the kiss but still letting their foreheads enjoy each others proximity.
'So?' she asked looking into his eyes.
'So what?'
'You liked it?' she asked holding his hand which was caressing her cheeks.
'That is what you understood from what just happened now?'
'Then, You loved it?' she asked.
'I Lived it Shona' he said looking at her intently.
She instantly looked down trying to hide her blush and back at him with equal intensity.
'Don't look at me like that.'
He continued as he saw her forehead creasing,
'You have no idea what it does to me.'
She chuckled at him and hugged him tight. He smiled and hugged her back feeling content having her in his arms.
'You do know that You're my Mastani. Don't you?' he said with a teasing smile and continued sensing her smile against his chest.
'The only difference being that..' he paused as she moved slightly to get a glance of his face.
'Is?'
'That there's only you, being both Kashibhai and Mastani of this Bajirao. And he could never dare to live without either of the two..'
She laughed at her husband's unbelievable romantic dialogue nudging her nose against his.
'By the way, Thank You'
'For?'
'For saving us from the embarrassment that would have caused had I seen you performing on the stage. Now that I had already seen your brilliance, I could manage to control myself the second time.' he said winking at her.
'So you finally accept that your wife is smart huh?'
'Well, I think the credit goes to your husband whose company had its effect on you.' he said with a momentary glint of pride in his eyes.
'In that case Mr. Maheshwari, answer this. Why am I beautiful?'
He gave a confused look wondering what was coming ahead.
'What kind of a question is that?'
'That is not an answer'
'OK. I give up.'
'I am beautiful to you because you admire the simplest me to your bestest' she said proudly declaring her victory against her husband in this competition of wisdom.
Sanskar couldn't hep but bring a genuine smile to his face admiring his wife and falling in love with her all over again.
***
It was the roar of the huge amount of audience and the loud applause that reminded him of the surrounding making him realize that he was ogling at his wife on the stage as she bowed with respect in response to the shower of appreciation she was receiving.
'Mr. Maheshwari.' He turned to the direction from whih thae voice came and saw their manager, Varun Kapoor. He stood there next to him with a smile on his face equally being proud of Swara's performance. Sanskar thanked him mentally for planning their schedule and managing them so skillfully which made their journey of Dance in their life reach new destinations.
'Mr. Sharma wants you both to perform at one of his events which is to be held in 3 days. And it planned here on the same stage. Should I confirm him about your presence?'
'Sure. Go ahead.'
'But Sir, I'm afraid that its a very small party and...'
'I don't care Varun.' Sanskar interrupted him without letting him finish.
'You know us better. I trust you completely. The fact that you brought ahead this in front of me tells that it would definitely be good for us.'
Varun simply nodded expressing his gratitude over his immense trust on him.
'And yeah, don't you dare call me Mr. Maheshwari or Sir. I am sure you would be aware of the consequences if Swara comes to know about this.'
'Point taken, Sanskar' he said stressing on the last word remembering how Swara had tortured him calling Mr.Kapoor the entire week when he called her Mrs. Maheshwari. He clearly didn't like as they were good friends and friends addressing with such respect didn't go well with him.
'Good' Sanskar replied. They shared a warm hug before Varun left the scene. He admired Swara and Sanskar for their generosity and friendliness towards him. He sent a quick moment of prayer to God thanking him to have chosen him to be the one to work for such Wonderful human beings.
***
'So, ready to rock Patidev?' Swara asked him referring to the performance which was lined up for them on the same stage.
'As always, Wifey.' Sanskar replied teasingly.
They left hand in hand soon to be back leaving behind the stage waiting for them to again shower their awesomeness on it soon enough.
***
Pheew.. I did it. As I said, I have no idea how it turned out to be. As it is my first attempt, please ignore the typos and grammar errors.
Don't forget to suggest a title. And please leave behind your valuable comments.
Love,
Pinky
First of all, Let me introduce. I'm Swathi aka Pinky. I'm very new to this forum. But I'm a silent reader. Kudos to all the brilliant Writers here. All your works are simply amazing guys...👏 All your works just made me land up with this.
I'm not a writer and this is my first attempt. I really don't know how it came out, but wanted to share this to you all. I was always in awe of the friendship here between all the SwaSanians here. I so badly wanted to join you all. You all are so Lovely. I know this as I keep stalking all the ATs but never dared to be a part of it. I know, CRAZY ME.😆 I dedicate this to all the lovely Awesome SwaSanians. Forgive me if the dediaction is not worth it.
Coming to the OS, The lovely song from BM 😳 just left me spellbound and I was too engrossed in it. I don't know why, but I wanted this on SwaSan. So here it is. The background is no way like in the show. It only has SwaSan.
Once again, Risk yourselves and read the shit I've just tried. Blame the Song, SwaSan for making me end up with this, if you have to.
And Yeah, I'm completely clueless about the title. So, Suggestions are most welcome.
Enough of my Bakwaas.😆 Go on.
***
'Sanskar! You can't do this to me now.'
Swara yelled running behind Sanskar who was too fast for her to match up with his pace.
'Of Course I can Shona.' he replied without even looking at her as he headed away from Their Room. Well, it could defintely be called their room. They spent most of the hours of their day right there. A room with a Full mirrored wall, Speakers on the four corners, planning their Choreography and dancing their hearts out with each other. The Rehearsal hall, as they called, had witnessed most of their special moments than their Bedroom had, ever since Swara entered this house entwining her hands with his as Swara Sanskar Maheshwari.
She sighed for a moment, trying to cool out her anger which was seeming to burst off now, standing at the entrance of the hall.
'Sanskar!' She shouted with full power or rather commanded with full authority making him stand still rooted to his spot, as if her voice had cost a spell on him.
' Woooah! Crazy girl! I was not born deaf. Why are you planning to beat the hell out of my eardrums?' he said calmly facing her, rubbing his ears as if trying to soothe them.
'What is it?' he asked her trying to maintain his calmness in his voice. He saw the anger in her face slowly flying away giving place to a mere plea.
'I'm nervous'
'For what?'
'This is the first time I'm performing without you. And that too on a very huge stage which I have never ever seen before, in front of thousands of people.'
He simply walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
'You are because you deserve to. Fine. What exactly do you want me to do?'
'I just want you to monitor me when I practice. I don't understand your denial for that Sanskar'
'I thought I would cherish performance which is very special to you, directly on the stage with all the grandeur arrangements and you taking lead among the other dancers, just like anyone could on that day.But You're not letting me to.'
'You are not an 'Anyone' to me, Sanskar' she said instanly looking into his beautiful orbs of sight which promised ever lasting love for her, just mirroring hers.
A smile was all he could manage on his ever charming face.
'Fine. As you wish. But...'
'What But?' she asked her before he could complete.
'You will not face the mirror.'
'What? But...'
'No Buts. You want me to monitor you, then do as you're told. I know how you freak out when you make a slightest unnoticeable change in the step watching yourself in the mirror.'
She was about to open her mouth in an attempt to protest to him, but didn't, seeing her strict mentor reach the remote tuning into the song to be played, well aware of the the fact of her protest would end up of no use. She watched him as he said,
'Moreover, now you're trying to come out of your nervousness about the performance. So the best you can do to overcome it is to imagine yourself performing, which would definitely not be the case if you see yourself. Imagine yourself on the stage and performing before the thousands of people, which you would do that day.'
She could only nod in agreement with each and every word of wisdom of a true performer, her Mentor, her Sanskar.
'Chalo. Start.' he said playing the song which echoed from the speakers. He settled down on the floor miimcing to be an attentive audience waiting keenly for the performance to begin.
One look at him and heaving a sigh, she prepared herself.
***
Nazar joh laage tere...
Main deewani ho gayi...
She let her index and middle finger slide through her facing, showing her expressive eyes in the gap, which were looking straight. She brought the other hand towards her face and bowed posing a Salam with utmost grace.
He watched her falling prey to the magical trap she left for him. Without moving his eyes away from her, he watched her lips moving in sync with the beautiful lines of the song.
Deewani... Haan... Deewani...
Deewani ho gayi...
She may not have direct eye contact with him, as she was slowly losing herself in the spell of dance and the music. But he knew, that through her eyes, it was only him she could see. The lines of the song, no more coming out from the loud speakers around, for it had been vanished with its surroundings long ago for both Swara and Sanskar. He could feel her heart beating in rythm letting out the words from her mouth only for him. Never taking his eyes away from the divine beauty in front of him, moving each and every iota of her soul to the beats of the magical music, het let his soul to join hers and get lost in whatever his eyes had to witness. He could see her attaining immense pleasure in letting herself move to the beauty of art, in which she excelled.
Such was the power of the art to which their identity got entwined for their entire lifetime. Dance, their love, their life, their passion was all they want.
He watched her move flawlessly with ever increasing grace in accordance to the divine music. She looked no less than an angel in her simple yet elegant Anarkali which just let itself to the lady possessing it, to have it her way with each inch of her skin in contact with it, engrossing in the magical sight she was portraying for her husband. It seemed as if the lifeless piece of cloth attained life with her art and was simply proud to have been witnessing the wonderful heart warming sight, as she swirled around herself with grace.He couldn't realize that he forgot to blink watching his wife moving flawlessly raising her own standards in each step and each movement of hers.
He couldn't help but chuckle at his wife as he remembered her telling him to be there when she practiced. This was not a practice in any way for she was too perfect in what she was doing. And yes, he could proudly say that she was performing par excellence.
He watched her slowly stand still with a look on her face mesmerizing him. Her eyes in direct contact with his hinting him to return from the world that she just took him to. He heard the music that echoed to slowly fade away as the song ended.
They were simply lost in each other, looking at each other with longing and amusement. He amused at her beauty and she, amused at his ever lasting admiration for her. He could see her restlessness as she gave a very plain look waiting for him to break that silence. She saw him rise up from the floor and coming closer to her never breaking his gaze at her. She waited.
She felt his rough lips take over her soft ones in the most pleasant way which only he could manage. She expected this coming in her way, for she knew that her husband was an expert in putting his heart out into actions rather than words. She kissed him back with equal passion, reciprocating her gratitude for all the appreciation he poured out for her into the kiss.After what seemed like eternity, they broke the kiss but still letting their foreheads enjoy each others proximity.
'So?' she asked looking into his eyes.
'So what?'
'You liked it?' she asked holding his hand which was caressing her cheeks.
'That is what you understood from what just happened now?'
'Then, You loved it?' she asked.
'I Lived it Shona' he said looking at her intently.
She instantly looked down trying to hide her blush and back at him with equal intensity.
'Don't look at me like that.'
He continued as he saw her forehead creasing,
'You have no idea what it does to me.'
She chuckled at him and hugged him tight. He smiled and hugged her back feeling content having her in his arms.
'You do know that You're my Mastani. Don't you?' he said with a teasing smile and continued sensing her smile against his chest.
'The only difference being that..' he paused as she moved slightly to get a glance of his face.
'Is?'
'That there's only you, being both Kashibhai and Mastani of this Bajirao. And he could never dare to live without either of the two..'
She laughed at her husband's unbelievable romantic dialogue nudging her nose against his.
'By the way, Thank You'
'For?'
'For saving us from the embarrassment that would have caused had I seen you performing on the stage. Now that I had already seen your brilliance, I could manage to control myself the second time.' he said winking at her.
'So you finally accept that your wife is smart huh?'
'Well, I think the credit goes to your husband whose company had its effect on you.' he said with a momentary glint of pride in his eyes.
'In that case Mr. Maheshwari, answer this. Why am I beautiful?'
He gave a confused look wondering what was coming ahead.
'What kind of a question is that?'
'That is not an answer'
'OK. I give up.'
'I am beautiful to you because you admire the simplest me to your bestest' she said proudly declaring her victory against her husband in this competition of wisdom.
Sanskar couldn't hep but bring a genuine smile to his face admiring his wife and falling in love with her all over again.
***
It was the roar of the huge amount of audience and the loud applause that reminded him of the surrounding making him realize that he was ogling at his wife on the stage as she bowed with respect in response to the shower of appreciation she was receiving.
'Mr. Maheshwari.' He turned to the direction from whih thae voice came and saw their manager, Varun Kapoor. He stood there next to him with a smile on his face equally being proud of Swara's performance. Sanskar thanked him mentally for planning their schedule and managing them so skillfully which made their journey of Dance in their life reach new destinations.
'Mr. Sharma wants you both to perform at one of his events which is to be held in 3 days. And it planned here on the same stage. Should I confirm him about your presence?'
'Sure. Go ahead.'
'But Sir, I'm afraid that its a very small party and...'
'I don't care Varun.' Sanskar interrupted him without letting him finish.
'You know us better. I trust you completely. The fact that you brought ahead this in front of me tells that it would definitely be good for us.'
Varun simply nodded expressing his gratitude over his immense trust on him.
'And yeah, don't you dare call me Mr. Maheshwari or Sir. I am sure you would be aware of the consequences if Swara comes to know about this.'
'Point taken, Sanskar' he said stressing on the last word remembering how Swara had tortured him calling Mr.Kapoor the entire week when he called her Mrs. Maheshwari. He clearly didn't like as they were good friends and friends addressing with such respect didn't go well with him.
'Good' Sanskar replied. They shared a warm hug before Varun left the scene. He admired Swara and Sanskar for their generosity and friendliness towards him. He sent a quick moment of prayer to God thanking him to have chosen him to be the one to work for such Wonderful human beings.
***
'So, ready to rock Patidev?' Swara asked him referring to the performance which was lined up for them on the same stage.
'As always, Wifey.' Sanskar replied teasingly.
They left hand in hand soon to be back leaving behind the stage waiting for them to again shower their awesomeness on it soon enough.
***
Pheew.. I did it. As I said, I have no idea how it turned out to be. As it is my first attempt, please ignore the typos and grammar errors.
Don't forget to suggest a title. And please leave behind your valuable comments.
Love,
Pinky
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