Hey guys!
Promised I would post a second part to this, so here it is! Ive incorporated everything up until the last episode of Season 1 in here! So hope you guys like it! Don't forget to like/comment!
ENJOY!
5 years later
Priya stood in front of the mirror, putting on her earrings. She fixed the pallu of her saree and then smoothed out her hair. She put a bindi in the center of her forehead and then peered into the mirror to make sure it was in the right spot. She moved it slightly and then peered into the mirror again.
"Tedi hai"
Priya turned around to see her little doll standing behind her with her hands on her hips.
Riya sighs: Aap kitni badi ho gayi ho lekin aap ko bindi lagane nahi aati kya Mamma. Aap ki bindi tedi hai.
She signals her to bend down with her little hand and Priya kneels to her level. Riya moves the strand of hair from Priya's face and then fixes her bindi for her. Priya closes her eyes as she remembers a familiar scene 5 years ago when she had deliberately made her bindi crooked so someone would itch to fix it. And he did. And now, his gudiya was doing it for him. Riya had taken after her father in the neat and tidy department. Everything had to be in its place and perfect. Priya opened her eyes when Riya was done.
Riya: Perfect. Aap bahut acchi lag rahi ho Mamma!
Another familiar scene flashed through her mind, when Ram had told her she looked good on the night of Natasha's party, when she had made a special effort to dress up just for him.
Riya planted a sloppy kiss on Priya's cheek and then stepped back and looked her up and down. She stood there with her arms crossed and her index finger tapping her lips.
Priya: Kya hua?
Riya: Kuch Nahi.
Priya: Kuch nahi toh chalo, bistar mein laith jao. Bahut raat ho chuki hai. Waise bhi aap ko sona chahiye tha.
Riya: Kal subah mujhe aloo ka paratha naashte mein milega?
Priya: Nahi toh. Kal kaunsa din hai?
Riya stands there with her arms crossed.
Riya: Toh phir mujhe nahi sona. Aap jaanti hai na mujhe aloo ke parathe kitne pasand hai.
Daijaan: Priya! Priya bete!
Priya: Chalo gusso bistar mein. Daijaan bula rahi hai, mujhe jaana hai. Kuch kaam hoga party ke liye.
Riya: Aloo ka Paratha…
Daijaan: Priyaaa!
Priya: Haan theek hai, milega aloo ka paratha. Ab so jao, jaldi se.
Riya flashes her victory smile and walks over to the bed slowly and climbs in. Priya tucks her in and kisses her on the forehead.
Riya: I love you Mamma.
Priya: I love you too mera bachha. Ab so jao aur aloo parathe ke sapne dekho.
They both laugh and Priya stands up and straightens her saree. She starts walking to the door.
Riya, to herself: Aur mere Papa ke bhi.
Priya stops and turns around to see Riya drifting off to sleep. A tear rolls from her eyes as she remembers Ram yet again that night. She studies Riya sleeping peacefully. She looked just like Ram, and was sleeping with her mouth slightly open. Priya walks to the door and turns the lights off when she hears the snoring. She glances at Riya and smiles. She wipes off another tear from her eye as she remembers this night, 5 years ago, when she couldn't sleep the whole night because of the same snoring. It was their wedding night and today was their wedding anniversary…
Priya walked through the house to Daijaan's room. She knocked a couple of times and entered the room. Rajat was in there too. He was talking to Daijaan about some work that he had to go out of town for and wanted to know if she would be ok with the girls on her own. When he saw Priya, he stopped talking. His jaw dropped. She looked stunning in her black saree with her wavy hair flowing. She wore a stud bindi in the middle of her forehead and beautiful dangling diamond earrings. She approached him and handed him an envelope.
Priya: Iss mahine ka rent. Sorry kal dena bhool gayi.
Rajat: Are Priya, iss mein sorry kehne wali baat kya hai. Maine tumse kitni baar kaha hai ke iss ki zarurat nahi hai.
Priya: Zarurat hai, please mujhse abhi behes mat karo Rajat.
Daijaan: Are Priya, kitni sundar lag rahi ho aaj.
Rajat, under his breath: Haan lekin aankhon ki chamak gayab hai…
They both turned to look at him.
Daijaan: Beta aap ne kuch kaha?
Rajat: Nahi toh.
Priya: Chalo, main niche jaa rahi hu, kuch tayyari baaki hai aur saare mehmaan aate honge. (she looks at Rajat) Jaldi aana.
She gracefully walks out of the room leaving Rajat standing there with his mouth still open. Daijaan notices and looks at him.
Daijaan: Itna pasand karte ho usse toh bata kyun nahi dete.
Rajat: Nahi aisa nahi hai Daijaan. Uss ke paas Riya hai. Main uss ka ateet ke baare mein kuch nahi jaanta aur uss ki zindagi mein interfere nahi karna chahta. Main nahin jaanta Riya ka Papa kahan hai, kaun hai. Priya ne kabhi nahi bataya aur main usse poochna bhi nahi chahta. Woh meri bahut achhi dost ban gayi hai aur main nahi chahta ke hamari dosti pe koi asar pade. Pata nahi aaj kuch zyada hi udaas lag rahi thi. Har saal issi din pe udaas rehti hai.
Daijaan: Kya aap apni feelings chupa ke rakh sakhoge?
Rajat: Haan Daijaan. Main sirf usse khush dekhna chahta hu.
Daijan nods and caresses his cheek.
Daijaan: Kitna badal chuke hai aap in 5 saalon mein.
Rajat smiles: Chalo, niche jaana hai. Mehmaan aate honge. Aap so jaaye.
Daijaan: Hmmm. Raina aur Kadambari bhi so gaye. Mujhe lagta hai Priya bhi Riya ko sula chuki hai. Main bhi thak gayi hoon. Good night.
Rajat: Goodnight.
He walks out of her room and comes down the stairs to find Priya ordering the servants around to fix things and make sure everything is perfect. Soon the guests start arriving. Rajat attends to the guests while Priya walks around making sure everyone is comfortable.
Although she is feeling quite overwhelmed at the moment, she keeps it to herself and continues enjoying the party. She sneaks upstairs for a few minutes to make sure the kids are still sleeping peacefully. She sits on the bed next to Riya and caresses her hair. Riya is still snoring away, loud just like her father.
Priya, in her thoughts: Ram, kaash aap aaj mere saath hote. Aaj hamari shaadi ki anniversary hai. 5 saal beet chuke jab se maine aap ko aakhri baar dekha hai aur hamari shaadi ko 6 saal ho chuke. Pata hai har saal, main issi din pe wish mangti hoon ke kaash aap mere saamne aajate aur main aap ko dekh paati. Bas aise hi door se. I really wish I could see you today. Dekho Ram, hamari beti bilkul aap ki tarah hai. Hamesha apne Papa se milne ke sapne dekhti rehti hai. Kash main uss ka sapna poora kar paun. Kash…
She wipes the tears that roll down her cheek and leans down and kisses Riya on the forehead. She sits there for a few more minutes and watches her baby sleep.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ram enters the party and looks around. Rajat immediately sees him and goes to greet him.
Rajat, extending his hand: Mr. Kapoor. Really glad you could make it. Suna hai aap Dubai mein shift ho gaye hai?
Ram shakes his hand: Thanks. Haan, kuch mahinon ke liye business ka kaam sambhalna tha. You have a wonderful place here, right on the beach.
Rajat smiles: Thanks
They continue chatting for a bit about business. Rajat excuses himself and moves on to some other clients of his, while Ram walks around talking to a few others that he knows through his business.
Priya comes out of the room and is about to come down the stairs when she started feeling restless, the same way she did when Ram was around her. She ignored it, knowing he could never be around her and thought it just might be because it was their anniversary.
Ram was standing talking to someone when he felt it too. He felt the same restlessness and his heartbeat started to accelerate. He looked around the party but didn't see anyone.
Ram, in his thoughts: Mujhe aisa kyun lag raha hai jaise ke Priya mere kahin aas paas hai. Aisa kaise ho sakta hai.
Rajat: Mr. Kapoor, main aap ko kisi se milwana chahta hu.
They were standing at the base of the stairs when Rajat saw Priya coming down. She was lost in her own thoughts.
Ram turned to see where Rajat was looking and that was when he saw her. She was looking gorgeous in a black saree, his favorite colour. She had her hair open but it was styled differently. Instead of the she used to have, it was flowy and wavy and a lot shorter than it used to be. She was wearing a bindi in the center of her forehead and for the first time, it was centered properly. She was wearing gorgous diamond dangling earings and Ram could tell from the look of her saree that the back was a single hook. His jaw dropped. How was it possible? She had…? Hadn't she?
Priya was slowly coming down the stairs, looking down, not really paying attention. Near the bottom of the stairs, her foot twisted on the heel and she lost her balance and started to fall. She shut her eyes tight expecting to fall a few steps and land on the floor when a pair of strong arms caught her. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her breathing was shallow. Her hair was all over her face. Ram slowly moved the strands of hair off her face and looked down at her. It was really her. He had touched her and she didn't disappear. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking into those dark chocolate brown eyes that she had been wishing to see all these years. She found herself in the strong arms that she'd been craving to be in for all these years. She didn't move. She didn't want to move. She wanted time to stop. She just kept looking into his eyes, completely lost in them. Ram kept looking down at her. He too was lost in her beautiful eyes.
Rajat: Are Pari, tum theek to ho. Chot toh nahi lagi?
Pari… Parineeti. The identity she had given herself for the rest of the world. She had chosen that name when she had found out she was pregnant with Ram's child and decided that it would be best if she stayed away from his life, so he could move on. She had decided to move on and start a new life for her and her baby. She had introduced herself to Daijaan and Rajat as Priya Sharma. But after seeing her condition, she had convinced them to address her as Parineeti to the outside world. In the house, she was still Priya because Raina and Kadambari knew her as Priya too.
Rajat helps steady her to her feet. She smooths out her saree and her hair and avoids looking at Ram.
Rajat: Tum theek toh ho?
Priya: Haan main theek hoon.
Rajat: Pari, main tumhe kisi se milwana chahta tha. Yeh Mr. Ram Kapoor hai, Kapoor Industries ke maalik. Kuch kaam ke silsile mein Dubai aaye hai kuch mahinon ke liye. Mere kisi client ne mujhe usse milwaya tha.
Priya looks at him and smiles. She had to be Parineeti now. She wasn't Priya anymore.
Rajat: Aur Mr. Kapoor, yeh hai meri sab se achhi dost, Parineeti. Hamara ek book store manage karti hai. Usse padh ne ka bahut shok hai.
Ram, under his breath: Jaanta hu.
Ram was completely stunned. Parineeti? She had changed her name too. Why? Why hadn't she told him she was alive? Why had she put him through all this pain for all these years. Why had she put herself through all this pain for all these years. No matter what anyone said, he knew she was his Priya. He could see that same love in her eyes when she was in his arms. The way she wouldn't move her eyes away from his. The way she just stayed there and stared at him, the same way she used to before.
Priya: Nice to meet you Mr. Kapoor. (She turns to Rajat) Main abhi aati hoon. Excuse me.
She turns around and starts walking away. She had to get out of there. She knew Ram would have a lot of questions for her but she wouldn't answer any of them. It was too late. She was Parineeti now. Priya died in the accident. But Everyone had moved on. He had moved on. She had moved on. But had she really? Deep down inside, all she wanted to do was bury her head into his chest, and listen to his heartbeat while he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. That fall had just reminded her how much she had craved to be in his arms for so many years. But she knew there was no turning back now. And what about Riya? She had always wanted to meet her father but her father didn't know of her existence. How would she explain it to both of them? She knew it was wrong of her to keep this truth from Ram, but at the same time she couldn't forget what she had heard when she had called him and how much it had hurt her. He was admiring another woman's earrings less than a month after his wife had passed away. He had moved on. And she had tried to call him again but he hadn't picked up. It was destiny that had separated them. But then maybe it was destiny that had brought them back together just now.
She needed fresh air. She walked outside on to the porch and leaned on the railing, while looking out at the beautiful sea. Their house was right on the beach and she loved standing outside, feeling the fresh air and staring out into the endless ocean. It was beautiful. It was her dream house except she didn't have the one person she had seen this dream with. She closed her eyes and felt the warm breeze on her face. Tears started to escape her closed eyes and pretty soon her cheeks were wet. She heard the porch door open behind her and quickly wiped her tears.
Ram walked out on the porch. He knew Priya would be outside either on the balcony or the porch. That's where she always went when she needed to think about something. And after what had just happened inside, he knew she needed to think and think hard. He closed the door behind him and approached her. He stood beside her and leaned his elbows on the railing.
Ram: Kitna khubsoorat hai hai na? Taaron se bhara hua aasmaan, samandar ke saamne, lehron ki awaaz. So, Miss Parineeti, aap yahaan Dubai mein kab se hai.
Priya, looking out at the ocean: Bas kuch 5 saal. (she turns to Ram) Mujhe kuch kaam hai, excuse me.
She turned to leave when she felt something holding her back. She closed her eyes, knowing what it was. She knew he wouldn't let her go so easily. She slowly turned around to see him standing there holding the pallu of her saree.
Ram: Why Priya why? Why the hell did you leave me? Tum jaanti bhi ho in 5 saalon mein mera kya haal hua hai?
Priya: Main nahin jaanti aap kis baare mein baat kar rahe hai. Main Parineeti hu, Priya nahin.
Ram: Bakwaas band karo Priya. Tumhe kya laga, tum apna naam badal do gi aur mujhe pata nahi chalega ke tum kaun ho? Tumhare neeche aane se pehle mujhe pata chal gaya ke tum iss party mein ho. Pata hai kyun? Meri dhadkanein tezz ho gayi thi. Aur meri dhadkanein sirf tab tezz ho jati hai jab tum mere aas paas hoti ho. Aur jab tum mere bahon mein giri thi, tumhe kya laga, maine notice nahin kiya ke tum mujhe aise dekh rahi thi jaise meri Priya mujhe dekhti thi. Mujhe tumhari aankhon se pata chal jata hai tumhare dil mein kya hai aur tum mujhse kitna pyaar karti ho. Now tell me, why the hell did you leave me? Kyun wapas nahi aayi?
Priya, softly: Main aayi thi. Jab aap sab mera ateem sanskar kar rahe the. Main aayi thi. Lekin phir mujhe laga ke agar main aap ke paas wapas aa gayi aur mujhe dobara jail jaana pada toh aap bardaasht nahi kar payenge. Mujhe laga ke aap mujhe mara hua samajte the aur shayad apni zindagi mein aage badhenge. Main aap ko aur takleef nahi dena chahti thi. Aur maine Dubai aa kar phone bhi kiya tha. Kitni baar phone kiya lekin aap ne phone nahi uthaya. Aur ek baar phone lag gaya aur maine suna ke aap kisi aurat se baat kar rahe the. Usse keh rahe the ke uss ke earrings bahut khubsoorat hai. Aur maine phone kaat diya. Nahi hua mujhse bardaasht. Mujhe laga ke shayad aap aage badh gaye aur mere bina jeena seekh liye hai. Aur agar main aap ki zindagi mein dobara aati, toh aap aage kabhi nahi badh paate. Isiliye wapas nahi aayi. Lekin phir mujhe aisa laga ke main aap ko dobara phone karun, lekin dobara aap ne phone nahi uthaya. Aur phir mujhe ek jeene ki vaja mil gayi. Aur maine ek nayi shuruat ki, ek nayi pehchaan se, taake aap kabhi mere saamne nahi aayenge. Lekin lagta hai kismat ne dobara hamare saath khel khela hai.
Ram: Aur woh saara dard jo mujhe sehna pada jab mujhe pata chala ke tum… Us ka kya? Haan Priya? Uss ka kya? Tab tumhe khayal nahi aaya ke shayad tumhara Ram hazaron maut mar raha hai? Tum jaanti bhi ho mera kya haal hua tha? Jao pucho Vikram se, Neha se, tumhare maa-baap se Priya. Pucho in sab se main kitna akela ho gaya tha. Main jeete ji mar gaya tha Priya. You know why? Because you were my life. Tum meri zindagi thi. Aur tumne hi mujhse meri zindagi cheen li. (Priya's eyes overflow with tears as she shakes her head while listening to Ram) Main tumhe dhoond ne ke liye gaya tha, wahi accident wali jagah par. 6 din ke liye main roz tumhe wahan dhoond ne gaya kyun ki main yakeen nahi kar paya ke meri Priya mujhe chod ke chali gayi. Tumne mujhse vaada kiya tha na ke tum kabhi bhi mujhe chod ke nahi jaogi. (He comes close to her hand holds her shoulders, shaking her. She could see the tears building in his eyes.) Kya hua uss vaade ka? Kyun tod diya tumne woh vaada? Woh vaada jo mera jeene ka sahara tha jab tum jail mein thi. (he lets her go and steps back) Main saara din tumhari tasveer dekhta raha Priya, tumhari saari cheezein kamre mein phela kar tumhe har pal yaad kiya. Yahan tak ke Rishabh aur Natasha ko laga ke main apne aap ko chot na paunchaon.
Priya shakes her head, while tears streamed down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, holding back her sobs. She couldn't even think of Ram hurting himself. And the only thing she could feel at that moment was guilt. Guilt of leaving him, guilt of hiding the truth from him and more guilt of hiding another even bigger truth from him; the truth of their daughter. Ram turns away from Priya.
Ram, continues: Itna dukhi tha main Priya. Apne aap ko doshi tehrata raha ke main tumhe bacha nahi paya. The Ram Kapoor, ek ameer business apni biwi ki nahi bacha paaya (tears finally fall from his eyes). Raat ko, tumhari tasveer ko gale lagte hue soya karta tha aur hamari saari yaadein ko yaad karta raha Priya. Aur bas yahi sochta raha ke kaash tum mere paas hoti. Kash main tumhe bata sakta ke tum mere liye kya mayine rakhti ho. Kash main tumhe bata sakta ke main tumse kitna pyaar karta hu. (he closes his eyes as tears fall freely from them). Beach pe jaata tha aur wahan reth pe beth kar sirf aansu bahata tha kyun ki mujhe woh din yaad aagaya jab hum ne saath mein taare ginne the. Aur har roz main tumhara photo ka album le kar un saari tasveerein ko dekhta tha jo tumne itne sambhal ke rakhe the. Aur tab mujhe ehsaas hua ke mujhe apni baaki ki zindagi tumhari yaad mein bitaani hai. Aur maine apne aap se, aur tumse vaada kiya ke main apn saari zimmedaari nibhaunga aura age badhunga, sirf aur sirf tumhare liye kyun ki main kabhi bhi tumhe dukhi nahi dekhna chahta tha. Aur main jaanta tha ke tumhe mujhe iss haal mein dekh kar bahut takleef hogi. (he turns towards her) Aur kya kaha tumne, woh earrings? Tum jaanti ho maine usse aisa kyun kaha? Kyun ki main uss ke earrings ko kharidna chahta tha. Woh wahi earrings the jo tumhare paas bhi the aur tumhara ek kho gaya tha. Tumhare favourite earrings, jo Delhi se kharid ke laya tha tumhare liye. Yaad hai tumhe? Yahi waale. (he reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out the earrings. He takes her hand and puts them in her hand). Aur aaj bhi main yeh earrings hamesha apne paas rakhta hu kyun ki mujhe aisa lagta hai ke tum mere paas ho.
Priya looks at the earrings and is just speechless. More guilt fills her heart. If she had just listened to the entire conversation, she would have know what was happening. She had put Ram and herself through all this pain for what? For them to be in the same place again? She hadn't moved forward with her life. She was still living in their memories and so was he. He obviously hadn't moved forward, nor would he ever. He was just incomplete without her and no one besides her could ever complete him.
Ram, continues: Aur aaj tareekh kya hai Priya. Yaad hai tumhe? Aaj wahi din hai, jis din har saal par main hamesha bhagwan se shikayat karta tha ke kyun, kyun uss ne mujhe ek aur saal meri Priya ke saath nahi diya. Kyun hamari shaadi ko ek saal poora hone se pehle mujhse meri Priya cheen li. Kya galat kiya tha maine ke jis se bhi main pyaar karta hu, mujhe chod ke chale jaata hai. Aaj hamari shaadi ko 6 saal poore ho gaye Priya. Aur in mein se 5 saal main akela bitaya, tumhari yaadon mein jab main tumhare saath ho sakta tha. Zindagi ke 5 saal hum ne kho diye. So Happy Anniversary Mrs. Priya Ram Kapoor.
They stood there looking at each other. Tears flowing non stop from both their eyes. They had let out all their frustrations with each other. And as they looked into each others teary eyes, they started to forget everything that happened in the past. The pain and anguish washed away and all that remained was their love. Their love that had brought them together in the end. Destiny had playeda cruel joke on them but now it was over. Now they were standing in front of each other, after not seeing each other for 5 years, after venting out their frustrations and complaints with each other.
Ram took a step forward towards Priya.
Ram, continues: Aur ab tum mere saamne khadi ho. Aaj woh hua hai jisse main sapne mein bhi soch nahi sakta tha lekin har roz isse mangta raha. Aur mujhe yeh bhi pata nahi ke main kya mehsoos karun. Pata nahi ke main tumse naraaz rahun ya phir tumhe apni baahon mein lekar tumhe pyar karun. You know what, main tumse poochta hoon. Tumhi ne yeh sab shuru kiya tha na, ab tumhi mujhe batao tum kya chahti ho.
And without saying another word, Priya walked straight into his arms and buried her head into his chest. And Ram had his answer. He knew that's what she would do. But after what she had done in the last 5 years, he wasn't sure anymore. It felt so strange to say it but he felt like Priya loved him too much. So much that it was making her do things that would hurt both of them. If only she had been selfish and thought about herself, they might have been together in the last 5 years. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He rested his cheek on her hair, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, the one thing that gave him that dizzying feeling. He missed it. He missed everything about her. His tears rolled down his cheeks and onto her head. She felt them but she didn't move. Just not yet. She needed to be in his arms for as long as she possibly could be. With her head buried in his chest, she listened to his heartbeat. It was calm and steady now that she was in his arms. She closed her eyes and focused on the rhythm that she had craved to hear for the last 5 years. That rhythm that breathed her name. She dug her fingers into his back, burying her head even deeper into him, pulling him even closer to her if that was possible. His grip around her was so tight that she thought her bones might break. A few minutes later he slowly loosened his grip and moved one hand to caress her hair. He smoothed it down her back and then held her head.
Ram: Pata hai Priya, mujhe tumhari diary mili thi.
She looks up at him, into his eyes.
Ram, continues: I'm sorry, maine padh bhi liya.
She hides her face in his chest, blushing, thinking about what she had written in it.
Ram, continues: Aur main padhta tha tumhari wishes ke baare mein. Yaad hai jab maine tumhari choti wishes ko poora kiya tha. Tumhari ek wish reh gayi thi. Tum kisi ko zindagi dena chahti thi. Aur main hamesha bhagwan se mangta raha ke mujhe ek mauka mil jaaye tumhari wish poori karne. Aur aaj woh mauka mujhe mil gaya hai lekin pata nahi waqt ke saath saath umar bhi guzarti rahi. Shayad ab yeh wish adhoori hi rahegi.
Ram could feel Priya's tears through his shirt. He lifted her head and raised her chin to look up at him. He held her face in his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs.
Ram: Nahin Priya, hum ne bahut aansu bahai in 5 saalon mein. Ab bas, ab aur nahi. Ab sab achha hi achha hoga.
He kisses her on the forehead and then takes a step back and eyes her from head to toe.
Ram: Waise, tum bahut khubsoorat lag rahi ho. Black, mera favourite colour. (he smiles naughtily, while Priya blushes and looks down). Lekin ek cheez missing hai.
Priya looks up: Kya?
Ram slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small box that has her mangalsutra and her wedding ring. He takes her hand and slips the ring onto her finger and then kisses it softly. His soft kiss sends shivers down Priya's spine as her heart starts to beat faster and her breathing shallows. Ram still had the same effect on her now that he had 5 years ago. He comes a bit closer and puts the mangalsutra around her neck, kissing the crook of her neck gently as he fastened the clasp behind her.
Then he stepped back and eyed her head to toe again. He came close to her again and held her face in his hands. Priya placed her own hands on top of his as he rested his forehead against hers and she could feel his warm breath on her face.
Ram: Ab mujhe in cheezon ki zarurat nahi hai. Main hamesha yeh 3 cheezon ko apne jeb mein lekar ghoomta tha kyun ki mujhe aisa lag raha tha ke tum hamesha mere paas ho. Lekin ab mujhe tum mil gayi ho aur yeh anghooti aur yeh mangalsutra tumhare hai. Aur tum meri ho. Ab sab kuch theek hai. Ab kuch bhi galat nahi ho sakta.
He lifted his head, bringing his arms down to wrap around her waist, and tilted his head to one side, raising one eyebrow.
Ram: Waise, aaj tumne bindi theek lagaayi. Kaun hai jo tumhe theek kar ke diya? Kyun ki main jaanta hu ke tum hamesha tedi hi lagati ho.
Priya: Ek aur cheez jo aap ki hai. Aap ki…
Riya: Mamma!!
Ram lets go of Priya and they both turn to see where the voice came from. They find Riya standing there rubbing her eyes, looking terrified. Priya rushes over to her and kneels down to her level. She cups Riya's face in her hands.
Ram stands there stunned with what just happened in front of him. Did the girl just call Priya Mamma? This is the same girl who he met at the pastry shop. The same girl who he felt an odd connection with. The same girl who said she loved Black Forest cake, just like he did. Could she be?
Priya: Kya hua beta? Aap itni dari hui kyun ho? Koi bura sapna dekha?
Riya nods and throws her arms around Priya's neck, hugging her tight, but her eyes are locked on Ram. She lets go of Priya and steps back and walks towards Ram.
Riya: Aap woh na pastry wale uncle hai hai na?
Priya stands up and walks over to where Ram is standing, still shocked.
Priya: Ram, yahi hai jis ne meri tedi bindi ko theek kar di. Ek aur cheez jo aap ki hai. Aap ki beti; hamari beti, Riya. Meri wish poori ho gayi Ram. I'm sorry maine aap ko nahi bataya. Uss din jab maine earring wali baat suni thi, tab maine aapko yahi baat batane phone kiya tha. Ke main aap ke bachhe ki Maa banne wali hoon. Lekin phir…
She looks away as a tear rolls down her cheek. Riya looks up at her mother, confused and shocked at what she had just said. Ram is looking down at his daughter, already noticing all the similarities between him and her.
Priya kneels down to Riya's level again. She takes Riya's hand in hers.
Priya: Beta, yahi aap ke Papa hai. Aap hamesha raat ko Papa ke sapne dekhte ho, ke Papa kaise honge aur hamesha bhagwan se prathna karte ho ke kab woh aap ko aapke Papa se milwayenge. (she kisses Riya's hand). Bhagwan ne aap ki baat sunli Riya, aur aap ka sapna bhi sach ho gaya, yeh rahe aap ke Papa, jo aap se bahut zyada pyaar karte hai. (and another tear rolls down her cheek).
Riya wipes the tear: Mamma, aap kyun ro rahe ho? Please mat ro na Mamma warna main bhi ro padungi.
Priya smiles and they both look up at Ram, who is still stunned. He kneels down to their level and looks at Riya from head to toe, unable to believe that she was his. She was his daughter; their daughter, a perfect combination of Priya and Ram; Riya, their own flesh and blood. Ram spreads his arms out, and Riya looks at Priya and then at Ram and then at Priya again and then at Ram again before climbing into his arms and resting her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her tightly.
Ram: I'm sorry meri Gudiya ke main pehle nahi aaya. I love you baby.
Riya: I love you too Papa. Ab aap humein chod ke kahin mat jaayega.
Priya felt her eyes fill up with tears again because she knew she herself was responsible for leaving Ram out of Riya's life. She mouthed "I'm sorry" to him and looked down as tears dripped onto the ground.
Ram stood up with Riya still in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. Priya also stood up and Ram spread one arm out and Priya walked into his embrace again. She rested her head against his chest and he closed his arm tightly around her, while holding Riya in his other arm. He kissed Priya on the forehead. And she looks up at him while he looks down at her.
Ram, whispered: I love you Priya.
Priya, whispered: I love you too Ram. Happy Anniversary
They gaze into each other's eyes, silently telling each other and promising each other that they'll never leave each other ever again. Just then, Riya starts snoring. Ram looks at Priya in horror while Priya starts laughing.
Priya: Bilkul aap pe gayi hai. Aap ki tarah kharrate lena, tedi bindi ko theek karna, sab kuch neat and tidy rakhna, aloo parathe, sab kuch. Meri Junior Goli hai. (and she laughs again)
Ram looks into her eyes : Aur meri Jr. Gudiya hai.
Priya: Junior Gudiya?
Ram: Haan, senior Gudiya toh tum ho na.
Ram smiled naughtily at her and leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. He held her hand, entiwining his fingers in hers, as she led him inside to put Riya down in her bed.
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