No Rhyme Nor Reason For My Love to Breezen…My Ra4gKor
Those pics of dude on insta and twitter…. The way he came down in the white kurta and red dhoti to the Janmaastami celebration….. I am indeed missing my ficfam too much… I was searching for some reason but then I realized to love, one does not require a rhyme or reason…but ofcourse Niki always the constant reason. So here I pen down a short one…..I am feeling the vacuum of sukor / ragkor stories which are left half way too…. Hope and wish those writers find a reason to finish them…………………Pleasee….
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The mansion was being decorated for the celebration Janmaashtami….
Lights all over and also flowers…………………
The cubs and roses were in their best attires……….. Infact all celebrations were started after the birth of the roses as the bros were particular in celebrating all.
The Rowdy rosy was dressed as Krishna while the softy one as Radha…during the Pooja after which they had the story telling session and the roses changed their costume…
As always the dress selection is done by the cubs……….. they chose their white Brazzo kurta and red dhoti for Men.
And yellow and red lehenga with dupatta…………for the girls team!
The children from the plantation were invited……………..
Walked down the Lion in his white and red which made all eyes stuck…. Not to say the birdie lost herself. He smiled at her with raising his brows…. She smiled and whispered a reason for me to drool….
One in the crowd purposely said, how handsome would have been a son of their own for this lovely couple when the Lion and the Eagle immediately told there are two already and that’s the reason they were blessed with girls hugging the cubs and their roses.
Govind and Mohit gave a glaring stare at the new staff in the crowd and secretly warned that he would be shown the gate and none had ever spoken about the cubs in this way. The staff was paranoid and realized his mistake and apologized while Ra4gKor smiled away.
The pandit was there …………………….
The aarthi was done with loads of prayers and chanting of the mantras…. It was all over celebration.
Happiness in all faces
The Shyaam kaaka explained the story of the birth of Krisha who said even the gods had a reason for his birth…
Kannaiah was born when adharma was at its peak as Kams was creating hell.
He was conceived when Devaki and Vasudeva were in the karagraha, born in the middle of the night when the nature was at its fury… was nurtured and brought up by Yahsoda and Nandagopal…..
Arjun asked Kaaka, he is god.. why is that he was born in jail and that too in a terrible situation. Kaaka explained … there is a reason for every happenings, for every action. So due to the early little good deeds of Kamsa he had a good life but later due to his evilness he was to be killed none other than by his nephew…
Arjun further asked why he grew in Gokulam and played with the gopikas
The requests of the saints in the earlier Rama avatar made Krishna to be grown in Vrindavan to appease the saints who were there as Gopikas.
All listened to the story…..and got the underlined meaning that everything that happens has a reason behind it….
The Prasad and the feasty dinner was served.
The roses were enjoying themselves as they were dancing with the Lion to the dandiya beats. Ananya was at her flexible best as dada was all mesmerized with his princesses and was dancing to her height. Rowdy rosey was with the cubs shaking her dandiya stick…
Chakor was at her best with her moves and shook her legs with the cubs who were awed with her grace and needless to say the Rowdy and the Birdie lost themselves while they were coming together in the circle…
It was fun, frolic and a message to the children to do good god will be appeased, do wrong god will punish for the reason to change ones life…
Mausi and the staff were very busy with the dinner and the whole Mansion silenced well after midnight.
The cubs and roses were made to stand together to remove any evil eyes on them and was placed kaala tikka on them.
The cubs were kissing their roses….. mumma they are so cute and beautiful in this dress and Aayansh was just hugging his beauty mumma at her neck and kissed her eyes…. So did Anan…,while Rowdy could not do anything but got lost and captured that lovely moment in his eyes…..
They all felt too tired and exhausted that they were placed on their beds….
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She was still in her yellow and red lehenga and was helping Mausi with the final cleaning of the Pooja as the staff were busy cleaning the dining outside .
He was in the balcony eyes closed in his rocking chair…..
Raaghav …..she came up with the badam milk the final Prasad,giving it to him saying you did not have this….
He just held her hands and had the milk making her sit on him and looking into her eyes making her drink the other half..
He was lost completely in her yellow….. and she in his white kurta.
Their eyes locked…. Kept the glass aside he said in her ears….You look beautiful.
Tell me does everything happens with a reason ….
She said very innocently yes Raaghav every action happens for a reason behind….
Her lips had the residue of the milk which was driving him crazy…
How do you say…. He asked…. She was explaining how he came in her life and also how the cubs life turned though they had so many difficulties so on on on on… she was ……
Nothing was entering his ears but just was looking at her lost in her face and said… you are giving me philosophical gyaan while I just want to say …. She stopped him saying….. Raaghav you should understand that life is gods gift and everything around its spins with a reason when he could take it no more and just pulled her face towards him saying you never stop and placed his lips on hers….
Just his lips on hers she clutched his shoulders, when he slowly started to kiss her nibbling her lower lips… sucking the milk and slowly kissing her passionately…
She moved her hands to his neck behind when passion was taking over and allowed him to invade her lips….. Kissing her passionately,with fire building up she was feeling light and was closing her eyes squeezing his crook…
She was gasping for breath as he was just invading her and sucking her juice as lust was taking him and slowly he held her head and moved her a bit so that she could catch breath..
Chakor he called….hmmmm parting her lips she opened her eyes…..whats this for she asked…..
He said all I wanted to say that I need no rhyme nor reason for my love to breezen on you,for I love you….. Loads and Loads..
She smiled …. Yes sometimes we need no rhyme nor reason to shower our love…..
I love you my Handsome Rustic Rowdy…. Just that word from her…. He slowly lifted her… eyes on her.. holding her close said I love you my Sexy Birdie you are too beautiful and sexy in this yellow ….
And well if you want a reason my love….. so this will be for today as your yellow is turning dirty this fellow..
She smiled ……. Saying with dreamy eyes….. kissing him….Rowdy I know you need no rhyme nor reason as your love always breezen…
Love, lust, passion was taking over as they showered each other with their love… Is it his white or her yellow, Well do we need a reason! I don’t as I too had no rhyme nor reason to write this but just created Janmastami insta post as the reason to write this…
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Love needs no rhyme nor reason as it needs only to breezen ever forever…..
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