Chapter 13
Color me, Love
In the colors of your Love
And make me Complete!
Angad took Kripa for lunch to the Martini Bar, beside the largest pool at the resort. It was a delightful nook by the poolside overlooking the virgin sands of the Calangute. It was dimly lighted inside despite the bright winter sunlight outside, soft sounds of the piano was coming from a corner and the bartender was serving cocktails and drinks at the large Bar area where a large number of people were seated. Kripa looked around with interest as this was the 1st time she was at a Bar!
There were many small round tables scattered where mostly couples were sitting coochie-cooing as they sipped on drinks….Kripa felt a little awkwad but Angad led her to a cozy table in the corner, lighted by a candle in a rose bowl! He ordered a martini for himself and a strawberry daiquiri for Kripa, assuring her that it was non-alcoholic. The Feni fiasco was still fresh in their minds. They lunched on snacks …bite sized club sandwiches, quesadillas, and fried seafood. Angad was delighted to see that she ate the fried shrimps and clams without being urged by him.
As Angad sipped his 2nd martini, Kripa asked him: Tumhey sharab se nasha nahin hota?
Angad laughed : I grew up having Feni and beer, what do u expect from a true Goa dude?
Then he suddenly became serious, his voice deepened: " Waisey bhi mujhey sharab se nasha nahin hota", ….he added huskily, his eyes looking deeply into hers…. "Mujhey nasha hota hai toh sirf tumharey in aankhon ka, tumharey in hothon ka (his heated gaze dropped down to her strawberry-stained lips) aur tumhari meethi baaton ka"
Kripa was mesmerized by his eyes, the husky tone of his voice….. she couldn't look away from those intense eyes looking at her with so much passion, she felt weak and breathless….she was pinned by his gaze, unable to move or speak as their eyes remained locked for an eternity.
A loud sound of laughter from the bar area snapped them out of their spell……..Kripa looked down, her face flushed……Angad caught her hand that was still on the table and held it, caressing her delicate fingers!
Kripa looked around in panic, afraid somebody would see them…..she tried to remove her hand from his, but he tightened his grip. She looked up to see him still looking at her intensely………She pleaded softly:
Please, Angad, is tarah se mat dekho mujhey…
Angad: Kyun, dekhney per tax lagta hai kya?
Kripa: Haath chhodo mera….
Angad: Aur agar nahin chhoda to? He said with a glint in his eyes.
Kripa: Agar nahin chhoda toh ….toh …toh…..main tumhari tasveer nahin banaoongi!
Angad let go of her hand in mock panic and said: Phir to haath chhodna hi padega, aakhir yeh mere future ka sawaal hai…..he laughed at her attempt to lighten the situation, then finished his drink in one gulp, pulled her up and said : Come on Lets go and start our portrait session!
They brought her easel and paint supplies from her room and went to the deserted building behind the Fort walls. It was probably a guesthouse at some time but then after the expansion of the resort, it had been abandoned. Angad had obtained the key from the resort manager, they went inside and set up her art-stuff in the front room of the building. It was quite clean, obviously somebody still took care of it…..there were 2 bedrooms and one bathroom that still had running water and plumbing. The bedrooms still had beds and one old table in each with chairs. The living-room was large and well-lighted from big windows on two sides. Kripa set up her easel in a way to capture light from one set of windows, then she asked Angad to pose in front of the other window facing her! Angad stood with legs slightly apart, Kripa put a footstool in front of his leg and asked him to place his foot on it to prop it up a little bit. So Angad's final pose was a three-quarter silhouette with one leg raised to the side, turned slightly sidewise with his elbow on his raised knee! He was wearing a blue denim shirt with denim pants…..Kripa thought…. tomorrow when I add in the colors I will ask him to wear his white open-necked shirt, he looks really handsome in that one!
Kripa started sketching him with her pencil …..she looked at him seriously and looked down again as her hands flew on the canvas……..time passed, an old clock ticked in the room, as Kripa worked silently …..Angad watched her concentrate on her work with great intensity, chewing her lips or frowning sometimes. Once she stopped with the sketch pencil in her hand and said: Angad, kal tum apna guitar laa saktey ho?
Angad: Kyun? Guitar kyun? Hum yahan gaana gayengey kya?
Kripa: Dhatt! Buddhu! (she exclaimed affectionately) …Gaana kyun? I want u to pose with the guitar, aur bhi achha effect hoga….guitar ke bagair kuchh adhoora sa lag raha hai" She stepped back and surveyed her sketch of his outline. She was quite pleased.
When she looked up again, Angad had moved his face towards the window and was looking out at something….
Angaddd!!!!….she exclaimed…..pose kharab kar diya na? Kyun turn kiya? Ab phir se mooh ghumao (he turned too far right) …..nahin..itna zyada right nahin, aur thodi left (she instructed)…..he turned too much left again looking out the window.
Kripa, exasperated with his childish games went to him and took his cheeks in her hand, turning it to the exact angle she wanted it, Angad grinned happily, this is exactly what he had wanted, her hands positioning him! He quickly caught her hand in his and said : Model ko ek kiss nahin dogi?…
Kripa : Main Stalin nahin hoon, jo apni model ko kiss karoon (she giggled ) , she took away her hand and walked back to her canvas!
Angad said sadly : Kya zamana aa gaya hai, sitting bhi do aur tankhwa bhi na miley…..
Kripa laughed and said: Badey badey Raja-Maharaja jab tasveer banvaatey hain toh artist ko paisa detey hain….aur yahan tum ulta mujhsey maang rahey ho?
Angad made a regal face and asked: Toh bataao Madame, inaam kya chahiye? Hum kuchh bhi deney ko tayyar hain" He winked at her wickedly with that declaration.
Kripa: Inaam main baad mein maang loongi (she retorted cheekily)
Angad (Mughal-E-Azam style) : Us din ka hum intezaar karengey, ladki!
Kripa laughed loudly at his craziness, a warm feeling coming into her heart! He was such a joker, always teasing her and being naughty! She loved his sense of humor, although sometimes he went overboard…..she loved his charming smile, his wicked comments, she loved the look in his eyes when he looked at her…..she felt so desirable and wanted…..she loved the way he was fooling around driving her crazy…she loved the way she felt, being in his arms….she loved….……
Kripa stood still in sudden realization…..SHE LOVED HIM! YES, SHE LOVED HIM!
She was so overjoyed with the realization that she forgot to paint and stood with the brush in her hands, staring at her beloved's face! Angad saw the bemused expression on her face and asked : Hey Kripa, kya hua? Koi bijli gir padi kya?
Kripa, still dazed from her realization: Haan …..nahin….kuchh bhi toh nahin….
Angad's piercing eyes didn't miss anything, her eyes were too expressive…..he smiled to himself and thought: Lagta hai ab manzil mere bahut paas hai…
He stepped up to her after some time and said: Dekhein toh kaisi ban rahi hai hamari tasveer…
Kripa stood in front of the canvas, guarding it and shook her head violently: Nahin nahin ab mat dekhna, abhi sirf sketch hua hai….
Angad pulled her arms and said: Ohh come on, let me see how I look….
As she moved away he saw a few squiggly lines and a funny bunny face on the canvas……KYAAAA? YEH MAIN HOON? ….He exclaimed in shock!
Kripa giggled and removed the upper sheet below which was the actual sketch ……
She said cheekily : Toh tum kya sochtey ho sirf tum hi ullu bana saktey ho……she showed her thumb at him and stuck out her tongue, teasing him!
Angad : Thehro main tumhey dikhata hoon, I am going to get u for this……..he chased her as she ran around the room laughing, finally catching her near the window…..she hit him with her fists and laughed hysterically, trying to escape from him!
He suddenly caught her head in his big hand, grasping her long hair and bent her over his arm…..Kripa stopped laughing, staring at his boldly intense eyes…..her breath quickened as his face descended over hers, then his lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss which left her quivering and breathless! His lips duelled with hers, coaxing her, teasing her, loving her! When he finally let her go, she was red and felt her legs give away! Angad picked her up in his arms and she hid her flushed face in his chest and breathed his manly essence! Her lips throbbed from his kiss but her heart sang a joyous tune of Love! So this was Love, she thought with a strange happiness!
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