This is my version of the ongoing track.. Riddhima isn't a spy over here and Siya become fine,as well.. Enjoy!!
"Tumi Robe Nirobe", a very famous Rabindra Sangeet has been used here. The Bengali lyrics is in Purple,while the English translation is in Red.
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Ch 1.
After checking on Daadi and Siya,Riddhima came back to their room,where she finds solace. Both of them created so many memories in this room,shares their unheard pain,and what not. This room exudes the fragrance and presence of Vansh,her beloved husband,whom she lost due to the a fall from the cliff.
Every single thing present in the room reminds her of Vansh. Her gaze shifted to the golden coloured high chair,where he used to sit and do his work. She smiled sadly as she sat on it,grazing the hand rest to feel his warmth and musky smell.
Then,her eyes travelled to the wall where he had hung the guitar she gifted him on his birthday,when she got to know from Siya that he had an interest in music.
A fond memory peeped in as she went into a flashback:
Flashback:
"Yeh aapka gift!!! Gibson ka acoustic guitar!!" Riddhima handed the gift to Vansh,with an excited smile.
Vansh grazed his hands on the guitar,as he closed his eyes in happiness. Riddhima could feel his happiness. She felt glad that he liked her choice.
"Interesting.. Very Interesting!!" Vansh exclaimed.
"Kaisa laga aapko???" Riddhima asked,nervousness etched on her face.
He kept the guitar on the bed and took her in his warm embrace,pecking her forehead lightly.
"Kya hua Vansh? Aap thik toh hai na? Aapko gift accha laga na?" Riddhima asked again,as tears started to brim her eyes.
Vansh smiled at his wife's innocence. He broke the hug and wrapped his arms around her neck and said, "Yeh guitar mere dil ke bohut kareeb rahega. Utna hi kareeb jitni ki ab tum ho!! Samjhi meri pyaari Bangalan??!!"
Riddhima blushed profusely whenever he said, "Meri Pyaari Bangalan."
"Toh aaj aap koi dhun bajaiye na,Vansh? Siya keh rahi thhi ki aap bohut hi accha guitar bajate hai." Riddhima said,with a smile.
"THHA!!! Ab nahi bajata Riddhima. Waqt ke saath,haalat ke saath mere shauq ne bhi mooh morh liya." Vansh replied sadly.
Riddhima sat near him and held his hand,tightly.
"Aap mere Vansh ho.. Aapke liye kuch bhi impossible nahi hai.. Toh yeh toh sirf guitar hi toh hai!! Aur,main hoon na aapke saath.. Koshish karne waalo ki kabhi haar nahi hoti.."
Vansh smiled from his heart and thanked his stars for blessing him with a sweet and loving wife like Riddhima.
Riddhima handed him the guitar and both went towards the swimming pool area,where Vansh got a big swing for her,as she loved to sit on it and enjoy the rain. Both of them sat down comfortably.
"Waise, Mrs. Raisinghania.. Maine suna hai ki tum bohut accha gaa bhi leti ho.. Uss din tum kitchen mein kuch gunguna rahi thhi.. Koi Bengali gaana,right?" Vansh asked,as he tuned the guitar.
Riddhima smiled at the thought of Vansh noticing her singing while she was in the kitchen.
"Haan!! Woh mera favorite Rabindra Sangeet hai.. Aksar gungunati rehti hu.." She casually replied,as she adjusted her anarkali.
"Wahi gaana gao na aaj. Aaj mann kar raha hai tumhe gaana gaate huye dekhne ko.. Will you do the honours, Mrs. Vansh Rai Singhania?" Vansh asked,like a true gentleman.
Vansh strummed the strings of the guitar as it produced a very soothing yet beautiful tune. Riddhima took it as a cue and started to sing.
"Tumi Robe Nirobe, Hridoye Momo,
Tumi Robe Nirobe,
Nibiro Nibhrito Purnima,Nishithini Shomo,
Tumi Robe Nirobe..."
(You shall silently reside in my heart
Akin to a dense lone full moon light )
Her voice was the medicine to his pain. It had a soothing yet calm effect. He could feel that she was conveying about what she felt for him. He was proud to know he is the one who will always reside in her heart.
Again,Riddhima singing:
"Momo Jibono Joubono,Momo Akhilo Bhubono,
Tumi Bhoribe Shouraubhe,Nishithini Shomo..
Tumi Robe Nirobe.."
(The prime of my life
My world outright
You fill me with pride
Akin to a lone night.
You silently reside.
You shall silently reside in my heart
Akin to a dense lone full moon light.)
He could feel that she was proud of having him in her life,filling it with colours of love,joy and warmth. He was her pride and will always be...
Flashback ends.
She woke up with a slight jolt,as she realised,she slept on Vansh's big chair,singing Vansh's favorite song. She smiled sadly at the memory where Vansh used to learn Bengali from his mother-in-law,for Riddhima.
She was one lucky woman to have Vansh in her life. She smiled faintly at the thought.
She walked towards the bed and slipped inside the duvet,cuddling Vansh's pillow like she used to cuddle Vansh,when they went to sleep.
Tears automatically came out as she missed his presence in her Life. She wasn't as strong as him,but tries to remain strong like him,infront of Daadi and Siya.
"Apni Pyaari Bangalan ko apne paas bula lijiye,Vansh. Aapki kami khal rahi hai mujhe. Nahi jiya jaraha hai aise akele,aapke bina. Kuch bhi accha nahi lagraha hai.. Har ek rang pheeka sa hai,aapke bina. Laut aaiye Vansh.. Aapki Bangalan ke paas.. Aapki Riddhima aapko bula rahi hai... Laut aaiye na,Vansh.."
As their favorite song played in the background,in a slow tone, she fell asleep,with tears in her eyes. This song was her solace,everytime. It made her feel connected to Vansh...
Whereas,somewhere,in a hospital,an injured man in a comatose state,moved his ring finger,as he felt her painful voice ringing in his ears...
To Be Continued.
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