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Ho Ja Zara Matlabi
Scene # 1

Slipping the white net and lace sleeveless gown on her body, she pulled up the zip that was at the side. Oh how I am hating it! Were her thoughts as she took a deep breath and turned around to see herself in the mirror. And what she saw, made her squirm.



Her body was so out of shape than the current young models who are usually paired up with him in the films. Her slight but still visible belly was making her feel too low and above that, the tightness of the gown, He Made Her Wear. The biceps were looking floppy, the love handles to much visible, showing off the excessive fat of her body.

But nothing, absolutely nothing made her cringe less than her face which has started to show the wrinkles.

What else do you expect at the age of 33? She found her inner-self mocking.

"I hope he will see it and realize how inappropriate it is really for me to wear it...that too for his birthday party?" She thought before sitting down on the dressing chair with a crestfallen face.

For few moments, she kept looking at herself into the mirror and with each second, she cursed herself more and more. She was self-analytical and could find all the world's wrong in her own being.

But that was exactly where her husband fits right in. Her sexy, handsome, fit and boyish husband.

The door of their room opened with a creek before he peeped in, feeling his breath getting caught in his lungs. A breathless "WOW" escaped his lips while his eyes shine with the power of love that they always have.

Matlabi ho ja zara matlabi
Duniya ki sunta hai kyun
Khud ki bhi sun le kabhi

She shook her head knowing he will butter her up while, he moved towards her in firm steps after closing the door.

But before he could say anything, she stood up and started talking. "Don't...Just don't lie...I am so looking like a buffalo. See...see these bulges...that's why I avoid going out with you in public functions...I am so not in shape to get out and meet the people who admire you... They get inspired by you...seeing me with you, seeing me as your wife...what..." But she was cut down by him who has wrapped her lips with his palm.

"Shhh...not one word..." And her already teared up eyes, get fixed on his handsome clean shaved face. He also felt her lips turning into a pout against his palm and God knows, he loves that pout to extremes.

So not to miss the opportunity, he removed his hand but traced her plain trembling lips with his thumb while replying.

"You trust me, No" and she just nodded.

"And you do know that I will not let anything or anyone harm you, right" and she again nodded.

He smiled and turned her around, making her look herself back into the mirror, hoping she sees what he can clearly see in her.

His hand traced down from her shoulder to her arms before tangling themselves in her fingers. His chin was placed on her shoulder as the fresh lime and jasmine smell erupted from her partially wet hairs.

"I want those people to know that I am not ashamed of you...If I am reason of any inspiration, I want to inspire them to not judge someone just by their looks. It's the person inside that matters as faces have masks but the heart doesn't have one. And I want you to know that no matter on what heights my career take me, I will always have you beside me, taking each step up as without your push, I won't dare even move an inch". He said and placed a gentle kiss on her temple, making her feel a bit better.

"Ok...I am coming out but atleast let me change in some saree" and in reply, she only saw his brows rising before shaking his head in a no.

"Nope...you are gonna wear it...Consider it my birthday wish" she shoulders fall down in defeat and he know, she doesn't have anything to argue on.

"Now as this is settled, I am sending in girls to help you with hairs and make up...I just need to check on the last minute things...'looking at his watch' God, we just have half an hour before people start to rush in..." Giving a quick kiss to her hairs, he turned on his heels before turning back to her once again, making her look at him with a questioning look.

"What? Kuch reh gaya kia?"

He just held her shoulders before giving her an intense look.

"Don't forget to wear your most precious ornament" he whispered and found her nodding.

"I know Maan... Here is my wedding chain" She said and showed her the gold chain that was dangling in her neck. The chain was long and plain enough to hide her locket into the dress neck and make it not look odd.

"Oh leave that...I don't care if you wear it or not...for me, the most precious and beautiful ornament of yours is your smile..." His fingers moved to caress her cheek with utmost softness and felt that heat evaporating from them cause of the blush that adored her now.

"You know, it's not your mangalsutra but your smile which day after day ensures me that I am safeguarding my promises of keeping you happy." And if heart could dipped, Geet was sure hers just had drowned in the ocean of his love.

Her eyes shine up, just the way he likes them. Her fingers rose up to curl into his gelled hairs before she moved up on her toes and placed a soft peck.

"You are doing more than just OK" she whispered huskily and saw the naughty dimple of his flashing at her.

"Glad to know cause God knows how many people will kick me if I fail even an inch" and he pulled his thumb and index finger together to show the distance, resulting in her chuckle.

They heard the knock which was of Rohaan, his younger brother cum PA, reminding him that he is needed outside.

"Gotta go...can't wait to see you in your full glory" and this time he definitely left, completely assured that his wife is fine.

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Kuch baat ghalat bhi ho jaaye
Kuch der ye dil bhi kho jaaye
Befikar dhadkane, iss tarah se chale
Shor goonje yahaan se wahaan

Feeling fidgety, she still made it out and now was escorted out by him as he was holding her by the waist while his other hand was around his Mom.

The approximate 100 guests which were related to him, from shoots were there in the garden of their farm house. His costars, male standing in elegant suits while female were looking sharp and crisp in gowns or skirts.

She looked up at him who was looking proud in all means, adoring his killing dimple smile while when she looked at others, she could clearly feel a strong vibe of hate.

Her eyes did found some nasty glares, her ears heard some not so good comments that were more concerned with her 92kg weight while she felt some pitiful stares too.

How she wanted to run away...but right then, she felt his hold getting firm on her waist while his thumb caressed it, diverting her attention.

Getting near the table which was adoring the huge 3 tier cake of his 31st birthday, Maan made her and Ananya(his mom) hold his hands while he cut the cake. People around gathered and cheered for him while he cut the cake and after making Ananya and Billy(his father) eat, he moved to her, letting his finger touch her lips before licking the left over cream on his fingers himself. She blushed and he grinned.

"We are waiting in the line too bro" Rohaan said breaking their eye lock as he turned to his brother and other few mates, who smudged the cream on his cheeks too.

Geet smiled seeing the comfort and happiness he shared and moved towards the back to stand by her mother-in-law who was busy in a conversation with another lady. Ananya who has always treated Geet more as a friend than bahu, introduced her with the lady before entangling her fingers with her, providing silent support.

She silently heard their discussion before the sound of mic was filled in the air along with her dear husband.

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen...It's a very special day for me. Not only because it's my birthday but because, first time, my family and dear friends from the industry, are both a part of it. It's also special because tonight, I am taking the liberty to officially introduce to my much "talked about wife"." He made commas in the air, making her smile while others chuckled.

"Geet. Till now, she hasn't been much socially active and that's surly cause of the reason that she is introvert or something but what she actually feel is a fear. Fear that her presence will somehow be a reason of mocking or embarrassment for my career. But today, I want to tell you why she is so important in my life. Why I love her so much..." Between the herds of people, she could feel her staring straight at her. She shuffled on her steps and tried to hide behind the tree at her back but Ananya kept her in position as she knew, her son and daughter-in-law needed this moment.

"She, as you all know is older to me. By two years. We first met at the drama academy. A new play script was handover to me which was honestly very appealing. Then I saw this unfamiliar healthy girl sitting at a corner, working on the dialogues. On inquired, I was told that her name is Geet, she is the writer. I was intrigued. Not just by her writing but by her personality too. During the rehearsals of the play, I had to get in touch with her many times, and each time, I felt a pull towards her. She was not like others. She was just...herself. We worked together and I got to know her more day by day. Then one day, I saw two younger siblings of her, crashing out rehearsals with a cake, making her grin so wide that I was mesmerize. And that day, I got to know her age. I wont lie, I was dishearten. And that disheartened continue for a whole...' He looked up at her to see her eyes wide open. This part of story, even she never knew.

"Two days...and by the way, it was a weekend and so we didn't had to meet..." He heard the giggles and her head shaking in hopelessness.

"Then, I had a discussion with my Dad, who I must say had successfully passed on his rationalism to me...He told me that age doesn't matter when love is between two people...My Mom was 11 years younger to him but that doesn't stop them to fall in love." And Ananya smiled as she saw her husband raising a toast to his son.

"I wondered, Love?... then again wondered, is it love? ...and third time, it was...why not love?...*laugh* but then the question arises, does she feels the same for me..." And Geet felt her breath getting caught. Now why did he have to worry. He was always a dream man.

"I was scared...Literally...Being brought up in a lavish life, getting everything on first demand, this was the very first time when I got to experience something different...I wanted someone and wasn't sure if I will be able to have her..." an intense look was passed between the discussed couple. The whole gathering was silent, hearing wistfully the happenings of his life. He, Maan Khurrana was never opened about his married life. It was always kept under wraps. Oh, God knows his own wife was kept under wraps and only made very hesitant appearances twice in the last 6 years of their married life... and today, out of sudden, he was feeling like explaining. This was special.

"I remember once my Mom told me that there are three kind of people. One that befriend you cause of your fame and money. Second, who just enjoys your company...like your pretty face and Third, who look beyond that face. And after knowing her day after day, I was sure she wasn't the first two person. You know she ignored me for one full year." OH My, will he ever let that go. Geet thought flushed with embarrassment now as many teasing looks were passed to her by people standing close.

"But then, she noticed me...liked me...love was still not in her dictionary when I proposed...like you all can think, she refused me straight forwardly giving excuses like age, people, world...but now, I ignored...I discussed my feelings with my parents who were more than enthusiastic to go with a proposal...Getting her father convinced, her siblings consent, her whole lot of uncles to agree was a tough procedure but at the end, it was all fruitful...she became mine..." and he paused on a serious note.

"She became mine... I had loved her, still love her and am planning to love her just the way she is...You must be wondering why today, I am explaining all of this...Cause, I realized that when she had pushed me forward, motivated me each time I experienced a flop film, I was lacking to fulfill my responsibility in the same way. She felt she was embarrassing me but let me tell you Geet, you never was..." Now he was talking straight to her.

"Your weight was the result of the bed-rest you had to endure after having a hideous fall from the stairs. You were not allowed to exercise and God knows I have witnessed you processing every weight reduce treatment that can work otherwise. I have witnessed your each effort to get fit and be there when I need you. Your bulges to me are an evidence of warship for your life. Your bloated belly is the proud result of the life you carried within you and gifted me two months back. Our baby girl, Amira. Your beautiful wrinkles are the result of those blessed smiles that I get to witness each day and promise to keep it there, every coming day of our life together. You are my pride, my honor...Never ever an embarrassment"

Geet took a deep breath as silent tears ran down her cheeks. Yes, she was insecure, she was feeling low, but just in one day, he had made her forget all the bitterness of her life.

Dropping the mic nearby, Maan marched towards her, keeping his powerful gaze engaged with her tearful one.

Ananya left Geet's hand and felt herself getting encased in the lovely arms of her husband of 34 years.

Maan shook her head, telling her to not cry before approaching her and pulling her in a warm hug.

Sooraj dooba hai yaaron
Do ghoont nashe ke maaro
Raste bhula do saare gharbaar ke
Sooraj dooba hain yaaron
Do ghoont nashe ke maaro
Gham tum bhula do saare sansaar ke

People applauded, congratulated and felt awed at the couple before dispersing around.

"Now my dearies, food has been served...you can move towards the corner and have all the delicacies but before that, lets bid our happy couple adieu who have to leave for the vacation with Amira. As you know, my brother had a long paternity leave due."

Geet gasped in his arms as he smirked and made her look towards the farm house door from where, Amira was brought out by her Nanny.



Maan caught his sleeping princess carefully in his hands before cooing.

"Ready for your first trip, Amira...I think she is catching up her sleep as she has to explore so much in coming days" Maan said making Geet smile.

"But where are we going" She questioned as he bid adieu to his friends, kissed his parents and lead her to the car.

"Remember, you wanted to visit Venice... " and that instantly brightened up her face.

"Really..."

"Yep...and you know what..." He stopped her near the car by holding her elbow.

"I skipped to mention that healthy wives are best in beds..." and her eyes charged up with the primal desire at her words, mirroring his ones this time.

"And...I. AM. So. So. Planning to take full advantage of it." His sinful fingers dropped from her cheek to her neck, making her moan.

"Lets go..." She muttered and giggling they both entered the car to start another new journey. This time with eachother, for eachother, to eachother.

Ask me for anything
I can give you everything
Raste bhula do saare gharbaar ke
Ask me for anything
I can give you everything
Gham tum bhula do saare sansaar ke

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Originally posted by: asmani

lovely os n very well written 👏

but one thing i can't help but telling

that this OS i related to more Gurmeet's real life

his wife is alo 2/3 yrs elder to him nd many people critisize her but still he is on her side all the time 😳

just my pov

keep up the good work dear 😳

Originally posted by: sporthy_smile28

A perfect start for a tiering day

Lovely os...😃

Waiting for more n more of them😃

Originally posted by: Khushibloom

Very well written . Amazing concept. Do write more stories . I like u'r work