This chapter has been split into parts. They will be updated back to back and today (I'll try my level best to). Please excuse the errors as I haven't read though this in a hurry to get to the next part. Secondly, I read and love every comment. As self centred as this sounds, they really do motivate me to write further. The likes on each comment serve as a marker to me so that I know which comment has been replied to and which hasn't.
CHAPTER 14 B H A A G E R E M A N N
P A R T A
Chapter Edited by Dhara (@dsgirl)
To those moments which reimburse your belief in love and life.
I never knew how much you'd want
To live again with innocence
Like the good old days, our glory years
When you still were here
You would promise me we wouldn't change
Though we were young we'd stay the same
That I'd always be in your life
But we soon move on
And we can make promises
Forget the way we live
- Promises, The Boxer Rebellion
Raman Kumar Bhalla was in awe. He was in awe of his wife. Her innocence. Her naivete. Her beauty. Her kindness. Her warmth. Her love. Her relationships. Her care. Her faith. Her motherhood. The way she carried her out duties. Her charisma. Her. If heavens were to open up and ask him on his guardian angel, who would have undoubtedly called out to her. His wife.
She flicked away a stray lock of hair as she giggled along with her cousins. And then she pouted. So, that was how their daughter learn to pout. The pout had turned into a smile which then turned into fits of giggles of pure mirth. She moved in circles along with the other girls. The shirt she now wore hitching up with every twirl and jump, unknowingly gaining unwanted attention towards her.
He didn't like their gazes. He didn't like their talks. He didn't like the way they stared at her. He didn't like them.
She had looked angelic. Her smile radiating eons of happiness. She looked like a grown up version of their daughter - who danced away at a tiny gesture made by her parents towards each other, like the holi celebration. She looked towards him. Her head moving into a questioning nod, a smile gracing her face, her hair all over face. He had just shaken his head in response, hinting to her shirt to which she paid no heed to. Rolling his eyes he turned to walk towards her direction. She now held a questioning glance.
Standing right in front her, he had held her by her or rather, his shirt and pulled her towards him. Shielding her from any unwanted viewers, he had taken the two ends of the shirt she wore and knotted them together, securing the short at her navel. She lifted her arms on either side - as if meaning to say that she had nothing to do with whatever that he was upto - an enchanting grin was something her face has chosen to flaunt now. He had taken a step back, grinning at the chance to be so close to her. His fingers motioned her to turn around, which she obediently did. She had let out a chuckle in pure mirth. He had collected the strands of hair that escaped her messy hair do, untied her locks and had then proceeded to tie them up all over again - all whilst shaking his head at her ignorance.
With his job done, he turned to leave only to be stopped by her soft hands.
"We have to practice, Raman," she had said
"I don't do practices," he had stoutly.
"Mere liye? Izzat ka savaal hai yaar."
He couldn't refuse her and her izzat. Thinking of all the lectures that would follow his denial, gave him mental shudders.
"Kya kya karwati ho yaar, Madrasan." He had muttered feigning annoyance. Truth be told, he would love to be close to his wife. The thoughts of all the proximity to come gave him a sense of, oh, he didn't know. It had just felt real good.
"Okay. Ishita. Follow the choreographer. He's your partner isn't he. You follow the steps we practiced earlier."
Ishita smiled at the person as she dragged Raman to center stage and moved herself, practicing the dance moves in question. As the beat came one, Ishita just shook her head to the song being played the first time with the choreographers and back up dancers moving to it - putting on a show for Ishita and Raman.
Raman tried his level best not to burst out laughing at the song and situation. This song totally didn't suit them. With Ishita batting eyelashes at him, totally reading his mood, he mentally vowed to control himself. He would not burst out laughing.
Dhoom Taana Ta Dum Ta Na Na Na
Dhoom Taana Ta Dum Ta Na Na Na
Dhoom Taana Dhir Na Dhir Na (x2)
This is just the classical Indian beat which is used as a chorus to this song.
It is encouraging everyone to dance. It does not have a specific meaning.
Kaise, Naino Se Nain Milao Sajna
How, should I meet my gaze with Yours, My lover
Kaise, Mein Aise Na Ghabrao Sajna
How, should I not fear You this way, My lover
Kaise, Aaye Na Kaise Mohe Laaj Sajna
How, should I not feel bashful, My lover
Choona Na Dekho Mohe Aaj Sajna
Look, Don't touch me today, My lover
Dhoom Taana Ta Dum Ta Na Na Na
Dhoom Taana Ta Dum Ta Na Na Na
Dhoom Taana Dhir Na Dhir Na
Mrs. Raman Kumar Bhalla has tapped her feet to the music - like a typical classical Indian dancer, so much for being a Salsa pro. Her faced was ducked under a borrowed dupatta.
She walked in front of him and like a shy bride she took a step towards him and two steps away from him.
Raman chuckled at his wife, grinning a one sided grin. This was fun, he decided.
She lifted the dupatta, batted her eyelashes and then proceeded to cover her face all over again - turning away like a newly wed bride.
She had then proceeded to calm her rapidly beating heart' by clenching her dupatta over her chest.
She had taken yet another step towards him. Her face to his, the dupatta as the only barrier between them. She had stepped back in less than a second.
She had then run away from his side, giggling with back up dancers at her back. All under that God damn dupatta that covered her face, hiding away the expression he was dying to see.
Raman chocked on his laughter. Ishita, his Ishita and blushing like a typical bride. The woman who was ferocious as a tiger, fast as a lion, cunning as fox, as loving as an elephant and protective as a lioness. That was his wife. Not this. Without holding himself back he burst into fits of laughter, leaning on one of her cousins for support as he laughed away.
Ishita was furious, Raavan Kumar had laughed. Not only had he laughed at her he had also leaned on her cousin for support. And he repeated his act. She wasn't funny. She was anything but funny. Other husbands, boyfriends or counterparts had found it really endearing when their other half performed something this adorable. But no, he had to go and laugh at her.
"Kis ke barein mein soch rahi ho Ishita? Yeh to paidaish Ravan Kumar hai." she muttered, furiously stripping her face off the darn dupatta. She would set him right on track, that khadoos.
She grabbed him off her cousin. Mental, he called her mental. Any psychiatrist would gladly take this personality as his/her new case, she mused.
"Raman ji, aapka turn hai. Music ab bhi play kar raha hai, " she spoke extra sweetly which did nothing but send the loon she called her husband into another fit of laughter. He tapped on her shoulder, thrice, as he wiped away a non existent tear.
"Kya gaana that yaar, Madrasan." He replied between bouts of laughter. This time, she held her foot on his, forcing all her weight on that foot, all with a bright forced smile on her face.
He just pulled his foot away from hers. Then the moron in question placed an arm on her shoulder. He dared to.
"Tum na, tum aisi ho. Jhansi ki Rani. Yeh excessive sharmana tumhe bilkul suit nahi karta. Tum toh daayan ho. Galli ka har gunda darta hai tumse. Aashiq toh door ki baat hai. Chood do. Nahi hoga tumse."
Ishita had just stared at him - her eyes narrowed into slits, her mouth slightly open. He bloody dared to.
With his gaze on her lips, he had bent a bit as he whispered, "Par on second thoughts, before we change the song teri fantasy toh puri karle."
Like a scratched CD on repeat, her heart had skipped a beat. Like, that was even possible.
She bit into thin air and towards him as he bent away a way - her fingers bent into something that resembled a claw
Raman bent back wards before she could bite his lip, half wishing that he should've stood still and let her have her unintended moment and then watch her flush red. His Jungly Billi... She had then fluttered her eyelashes and had started moving to the verse that followed.
Jhalki Jhalki Phirthi Hun, Chalki Chalki Se Phirthi Hun
I move with staggering walk, I move with a swaying body
Jisme Hai Mere Koi Jaam Hai Jaise
My body is like a kind of liquor
Nazar Milati Hun Khwaab Mein Sama Jati Hun
When I meet my gaze with Yours, then I immerse in Your dreams
Dil Mein Bas Jana Mera Kaam Hai Jaise
To settle into people's heart seems like my only job
She had pulled him towards her and then pushed him away. Using her right hand as a temporary fan she had walked around him in an anti clockwise motion, tracing her way around his shoulder with her free arm. She had then proceeded to back hug him and then place her can on his shoulder, turn his face towards her and sweetly look into his eyes. Turning his face away from her she shook her head - from left to right- his head still in her grasp as she forced him to look forward. He had given whoever was looking a bewildered look.
Arre Dil Mein Mere Bas Ja Mein Ne Roka Kab Hai
Come and settle into My heart, When have I stopped You
Lekin Kya Aarman Hai Mera Yeh Tho Samjhane De
But what are the desires of mine, let me try and make You understand first
Sajna Se Kahe Aaye Laaj Sahni
Why are You bashful around Your Love, My love
Choone De Aang Mohe Aaj Sajni
Let me touch Your body today, My love
He had forced himself out of her grip. And rescued his poor handsome face to. Pulling her away from his side and in front of him he had danced like a bloody hero, all attitude long gone for this was her moment. His moved made her squirm on stage. She felt her body heat up as he traced her fingers along her wrist and towards her shoulders. She had grinned like a fool when she realised that he was dancing for her and not with her. She had blushed beet red when he had whispered 'sajni' and in that moment had she subconsciously realised that she was falling in love all over again, she was falling in love with her Raavan Kumar. It was her conscious mind that hadn't gripped on to that fact just yet, it hadn't.
Dhoom Taana Ta Dum Ta Na Na Na
Dhoom Taana Ta Dum Ta Na Na Na
Dhoom Taana Dhir Na Dhir Na
"Par Shah Rukh Khan ka gaana tha," she had whispered into his chest.
"Uske itne filmein na dekha karo, Madrasan. Mein tumhara Rahul nahi ban ne wala."
"Banna bhi nahi chahiye, tum Raavan Kumar hi accha lagte ho."
"Kuch bhi,"
He had then just smiled at her words. A bright smile that lit up his world and if given to, at that moment had the ability to illuminate any word they were thrown together into - along with their daughter.
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